Olympic stood still atop an picturesque sea. A vast calming ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. As she strode forward a voice, a distant echo of her past stopped her in her tracks.
"Why?" It whispered. A voice that once would have been sultry and smooth now tarnished and raspy. "Why weren't you fast enough?" The voice no longer a whisper, Olympic could feel the presence behind her. She turned to face it's owner and was greeted with a sight enought to make anyone hurl. A woman whose skin was once smooth as silk now mottled and green. Thin, matted blonde hair and a formerly beautiful face now scarred by five long jagged cuts. A tattered dress of browns a greens hung from here boney frame.
Olympic backed away as the figure slowly advanced on her.
"Why were you the lucky one?" As the figure moved ever so closer a mixture of blood and a muddy sludge like substance began to ooze from a fissure forming along her stomach. More and more the cut opened wrapping around her waist turning the beautiful sea into a horrid soupy abyss. Just as it reached for Olympic the two ends of the fissure met and the top half of the woman slid away from her waist and legs which stood straight up for a second longer before they too fell.
Letting out a strangled cry Olympic stumbled backwards before bumping into something else. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her stomach and pull her close. Turning her head she was greeted with another woman. This one's right eye was just gone a massive hole leaking an infectious puss. The nurse's hat perched atop her head was the only thing Olympic could see as broken, jagged teeth sank into her shoulder.
Olympic awoke with a cry. Sweat pouring from her body soaking the sheets of the bed she was now sitting up in. Climbing out of bed and slipping into a simple yet elegant white robe she exited the officer's quarters she had been staying in and made her way out through the bridge and onto the bridge wing. Gazing out to sea her eyes rested on the battleship that sailed off to her starboard side. Only five years her younger the blue hull a stark contrast to the black of Olympic.
Arizona may not have been as fast or as powerful as North Carolina or Iowa but she still held her own measure of charm. The light glistened off the red paint adorning her turrets. The Kansen herself however, was very much sailing the same painful waters as Olympic. On more than one occasion a pained cry would echo from Arizona's hull in the early hours of the morning. Everyone knew her story. Olympic was, at first, the only exception. She had been scrapped 5 years prior to Arizona's demise. However after the first instance of Arizona's nightmares she had been quickly filled in by their detachment's carrier, Lexington.
Lexington herself sailed of on Olympic's port side. A golden 2 was painted on the bow end of her flight deck with LEX painted on the stern. As Olympic watched as Lexington walked over and began meticulously going over a lone plane that was sitting on her deck. Olympic had previously enquired as to what Lex was doing and had found out that she had been assigned new aircraft that she was trying to learn so that she could effectively use them.
All three were escorted by two destroyers, Javelin and Laffey, and a heavy cruiser, Bremerton. Olympic hadn't interacted with Laffey or Javelin much but she could tell they were good friends. Bremerton however had been the first one over to Arizona whenever an episode would begin.
Olympic was quickly ripped from her thoughts however, with the ringing of alarm bells and Lexington's voicing coming from her bridge. Quickly she turned an ran in where a temporary radio had been set up. What words came next sent chills down her spine.
"Heads up! Siren fleet 21 miles out and closing fast."