"From Cuba to Afghanistan. From the Pacific to the Atlantic. From the frozen poles to the sweltering desert. I can do anything, anytime and anywhere! With fifty years of experience under my belt, I am ready for fifty more. Just tell me what to do, Commander!"
- USS Enterprise CVN-65
The sound of jet engines mixed in with the noise of a busy airport. A single C-17A Globemaster III cargo plane rolled along before stopping at a designated spot. After shutdown procedures, the ramp at the rear lowered, and its cargo of various military personnel and equipment came out. But one of the cargo was unlike all the others, it was special. And it was in the form of a tired man standing at 5'11 feet tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes in United States Navy Dress Blues holding a suitcase, briefcase, and duffel bag in his hands.
The rising sun assaulted his vision, forcing him to lower his cap a bit and turn away as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the brightness. Once he did, he looked around until he found what he was looking for. A young man in a Navy Service Uniform with shades on standing leaning against a black Chevrolet Suburban turned his head towards him and then approached him.
"Aloha, Commander," He greeted with a salute. "Welcome to Hawaii."
"Morning, Lieutenant. Glad to be on the ground already, my legs are killing me," He replied with a salute too.
"Well, you've still got time to kill, sir. The Admiral wants to talk to you at 1000, he thought you'd be jet lagged as hell. So, he said to take you to your quarters, get you settled down, and then get you lunch first before everything else," The Lieutenant told him as he collected his things.
"How nice of him. Alright, Best, let's get out of here," Commander Eric Halsey Ryan, said as he hopped into the backseat of the SUV
"Of course, Commander," Lieutenant Junior Grade Daniel Mattis Best replied before hopping into the driver's seat and driving off.
"How're you doing here, Danny? I hope the boredom of this liaison job isn't killing you already?" Ryan inquired.
Best chuckled. "Not yet, sir, but I got close. I've actually been quite busy these past months, lots of shit has been happening here in Pearl recently. But, I'm still waiting to be assigned to a squadron. I've got wings, but until I get in an airplane, it's useless," He replied. "What about you, Commander, how's the promotion treating you?"
Ryan shrugged. "I don't feel too different, honestly. I guess it's cause I'm just used to being thrown around everywhere my whole navy career, or the fact that may pay isn't that much from before. Pick one, it doesn't matter. But overall, I guess it's okay. Especially now when I'm finally getting a stable job," He answered.
Looking through the window, he saw the normal happenings within a military base. Nothing out of the ordinary, until he saw something quite strange. Running around together were two girls, probably only five feet tall, with bright pink colored hair. Not only that, but they also wore quite bizarre outfits, the skirt of one was too short for a little girl like her while the other one was more on the safe side with the high black stockings but still not ideal. It was certainly strange, but because of the way they were acting, he dismissed them as kids playing around and thought nothing more of it.
"You've had it a bit rough, Commander. I'm surprised you're not more thrilled," Best remarked.
"Oh, I am very thrilled. Just kinda tired right now so I don't have the energy to look like it," He replied as he continued to look out the window.
"Aye sir, just making sure."
"Hmm, that being said, I hope this job won't be too hard
"Aye, sir," Best said, but internally, he was cringing. I hope you won't be too weirded out by what's about to be dropped on you, Mr. Ryan.
The time in between went off without a hitch. Ryan had settled down in his new place on Ford Island, all expenses paid by the navy, much to his surprise. And then he was treated to a pretty high-class breakfast which was on the house from the admiral. At that point, he was starting to suspect something because it seemed like he was being buttered up for something. But despite some clues, he had no idea, and he couldn't just go assuming things.
However, there was something else he noticed. In some of the places he visited, there were these strange girls walking around. Some were like little kids while others were grown adults, but they all wore these bizarre clothes that showed off their 'assets' very well on top of having unnatural-colored hair. One woman had her blue top open to show off her thick armor that was being held in place by a black bra. And to top it all up, all of them were so goddamn cute and gorgeous that it was unreal! Those kinds of women only existed in the deepest fantasies of men, and yet here they were. And that was what put him on guard.
In other words, something very weird was going on in the base and it unnerved him. What kind of twisted morale-boosting event is going on here? He wondered to himself.
Eventually, it was time to meet the Admiral, his new boss for the foreseeable future. The black SUV stopped outside, one of the office buildings on the base, got out with his briefcase, and headed inside. It was a plain-looking building that was three stories tall and had been around since 1942. Those who don't know and who have not seen the sign won't think that it was actually the headquarters for the United States Pacific Fleet.
Ryan headed over to reception where the desk personnel had someone lead him to a conference room where he was instructed to wait. It was just him and the silence of the room for some time that allowed him to recall everything that had happened in the day, and it allowed him to think about the sightings of those girls earlier. Who were they and what were doing here? What was happening in Pearl? And come to think of it, what even is this new job of his? All he got after his sudden promotion was a summon to come to Hawaii and report to the CINCPAC, that was it. So what could it be? His answer would then come when the door opened and a man in Service Khakis walked in.
"Good morning, Admiral, sir," Ryan greeted, standing bringing his hand up to a salute.
Admiral Andrew Lee Thorson, Commander in Chief of the Pacific Fleet, eyed the commander for a moment before bringing his own hand up to return the salute.
"Morning, Commander, welcome to Pearl," He greeted whilst returning the salute. "Please have a seat, Commander. How've you been doing since getting here?"
"I'm just fine, Admiral. Thank you. And it's an honor, sir, for this opportunity," Ryan replied as he sat back down.
"You're welcome, son. Now, you must be confused as hell about all of this right? Sudden promotion, an order to go to Pearl from out of nowhere, and other vague shit. You must be wondering that, huh?" Thorson asked as he took the seat at the head of the table.
"If I'm being honest, then yes sir. I don't understand what's going on right now, and I'd very much like an explanation."
Thorson smirked. "And you'll get it, commander. But, let me review you first," He said before reading from a file. "Commander Eric Halsey Ryan from Bay Head, New Jersey. Born May 11, 1987. Second of three brothers who are all in the Navy. Current age is twenty-eight years old. And civil status is single, never married. Is that right?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay. Now tell me, what made you enter the Navy?"
"Well, like a lot of people then, I joined because 9/11 happened. No one I knew was hurt, but seeing those towers fall and those people suffering on live TV triggered something within me. I wanted to go out there and kill every son of a bitch involved with it. I was only fifteen at the time, but I knew what I wanted to do, what I needed to do. So, I worked my ass off to get into Annapolis after that," Ryan answered. "My brothers were more or less the same too, but our outcomes are different."
"Hmm, indeed you have. Top of your class in your schools, in Annapolis, and a top completer of your BUD/S class too. Quick on your feet, good leader, good fighter, good almost everything. You're basically a genius of a sailor," Thorson stated as he read from a file folder before putting it down and eyeing him. "So, why are we talking right now when you could be blowing up ISIS compounds instead?"
Ryan clenched his jaw while he remained silent for a moment. He knew this was coming, the inquiry on despite supposedly being the best, he got stuck doing jobs that while not unimportant or terrible pale in comparison to what he could've been instead.
He sighed. "I served two tours in Afghanistan, but I… I saw too much and decided to go elsewhere."
The Admiral nodded. "Understandable. How are you holding up now?"
"Much better, sir. I was younger then, and older now. I'm ready to take on anything now, much more than before. I won't let anything hold me back again, Admiral."
The Admiral smiled a little. "Alright then. Don't worry about it, and I don't doubt your capabilities. But don't push yourself, alright?"
Ryan smiled. "Yes sir! Thank you, sir!"
Thorson nodded and picked up the folder again. "Now, it also says here that you're knowledgeable in history, mainly naval history and tactics. Is that right?"
He nodded. "Yes, sir, history is one of my strongest points. And because of my family's own history in the navy, my interest gravitated towards there as well."
"How far does this knowledge extend?"
"About as far as the Greco-Persian wars when the best way to sink an enemy vessel was crashing your own vessel at it. But my strongest points are in naval warfare during the 20th century. Jutland, Denmark Strait, Midway, Leyte Gulf, I've been reading about those since I was ten years old."
"Good to hear, that'll come in handy for you."
"Am I receiving a teaching job, Admiral? Or am I going to be made to write a book?" Ryan asked jokingly.
"No, but writing a book is something you might want to do too, if you hold that much knowledge, Commander," Thorson chuckled.
"Believe me, I might just do it," Ryan joked along. "So, what will it be, Admiral? Am I going to be assigned my own ship?"
The Admiral then clenched his jaw. "Well yes… but actually no."
Ryan cocked an eyebrow. "Pardon?"
"It's better you see it first," Thorson before looking down at his watch. "She'll be here any second now."
She? Ryan questioned internally.
Female naval personnel have existed for decades, but he gets the vibe that this one is different. However, before he could wonder about it more, there was a firm knock on the door before it opened with a figure walking in that instantly drew all his attention. Walking inside was a woman that was about 5'7 feet tall with waist-long, silver-colored hair, pale skin, and amethyst-colored eyes. She also has a black long coat with three tails and a red interior that she wore off her shoulders over a white sleeveless button-up top with gold buttons, a black tie around her neck, a black belt around her midriff, and a black miniskirt with a gold hem. She also had a US Navy peaked cap on her head, long black boots, and black thigh-highs with a white strap where the welt was.
To sum her up, she was absolutely fucking gorgeous it was impossible! Hell, she looked more like a character from one of those Japanese cartoons kids these days loved so much. And that was what put him on guard. There was something not quite right with this woman. The odd clothes that are forbidden in any military base and odd physical features aside, she gave off an aura similar… similar to a combat veteran that has seen countless amounts of action. Ryan's brain told him to be careful with her and not to treat her like some cosplaying hooker. Which was why he concealed any emotion he felt underneath a polite nod and smile.
"Good morning, sir. I've finished my report and left it on your desk as requested," She reported in a firm voice while snapping up into a salute which surprised him even more.
"Good morning and well done, I'll be reading it later," Thorson greeted as he returned the salute before turning to the commander. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself to the lady?"
"Sir," He said before turning to the mystery woman and extending a hand for a handshake. "Commander Eric Halsey Ryan, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "USS Enterprise CV-6, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Commander."
"…"
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"… U-Um, excuse me, Commander?" She asked.
"H-huh?!" He blurted out after being brought out of his trance. "U-um, yes?"
"Could you please let go of my hand now," She requested kindly, shaking her right hand which was still locked in his grip.
"R-Right," He stuttered as he hurriedly let go of her hand. He then turned back to Thorson who had sat back down. "Admiral?"
He shrugged and simply gestured to them. "Commander Ryan, Enterprise CV-6. Enterprise CV-6, Commander Ryan."
That only confused him some more. "W-What?!"
"Thanks for dropping by, Enterprise. You're free to enjoy your day however you please," Thorson said.
"Admiral, Commander," She said with a salute to both of them, but her gaze lingered on Ryan for just a little bit before she departed the room.
The Commander turned to the Admiral who had a neutral look on his face. "Sir, what the hell was that?"
He sighed as he sat back down. "That was proof that we know absolutely jack shit, Ryan. Please take a seat, there's a hell of a lot to explain."
You're goddamn right there are! Ryan internally yelled as he sat back down.
"Brace yourself, Commander, you're going to hear things that absolutely make no sense but it's the cold hard truth," Thorson told him. "And first off, everything I'm about to tell you is classified beyond top secret, so you best keep your mouth shut, alright?"
"Yes, Admiral, I know the drill," Ryan replied. "Now, where'd you even find them?"
"We found them six months ago. Subs stumbled upon them at around three hundred nautical miles northeast of Midway Atoll. They were pretty gob-smacked to find a World War 2-era fleet just cruising around. When we got the first report, we thought it was some sort of elaborate joke, but where the fuck do you get a 1:1 replica of a Yorktown-class aircraft carrier just for a prank?"
"Yeah, that makes sense," Ryan mumbled as he took the folder.
"Now tell me, Commander, what do you know about the multiverse theory?" Thorson asked.
"Not much besides something I think I've read from a comic book when I was a teenager," He answered.
"Well, Commander, the multiverse is a hypothetical group of multiple universes. Together, these universes comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, energy, information, and the physical laws and constants that describe them. The theory also states alternate realities that are different from one another. Some realities are the same as ours with only a few changes while others are completely different. Some realities are also in different time periods, it's 2016 right now but in other realities, it might be 1816 or 2116. And that is where it correlates with Enterprise and her friends. She's not from this world, at least not completely. She explained that their nature as shipgirls means that large parts of her were drawn from this reality such as the ship she's based on and the memories of her crew," Thorson explained.
"I see, so in a way, they're not completely alien, just kind of, right?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Damn. But those… girls, what are they actually?" Ryan asked.
"According to them, they are known as shipgirls, also known as Kansens. Using a piece of captured alien technology called Wisdom Cubes, warships are given human form through a process that even they can't explain. All they know is that it works somehow. Their 'souls' are made up of the memories and experiences of those that crewed them, and their physique and capabilities are based on their warship. A twenty-three-thousand-ton carrier such as Enterprise has the appearance of an adult woman, while a destroyer will look like a little girl. That's how it works based on their explanations and our own observations. Well, for the most part," Thorson explained.
"For the most part?" Ryan asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"They described some battleships like Nagato and Warspite as having the physique and appearance of little girls, among other things," Thorson added.
"Ah, okay," Ryan said. Gotta watch out for that.
"There's more. They possess superhuman strength, agility, and endurance even without their rigging, which is basically their combat gear that they can summon anytime at will. Their human forms can also literally walk on water as long as they have their riggings deployed."
"Goddamn, literal superhuman beings actually existing," Ryan breathed.
"But, they have limits too. Their hulls are still their main fighting equipment while their riggings are reserved for fighting Siren Kansens. And there's a big power difference between the two. For example, the guns on New Jersey's rigging are only as powerful as a tank's gun, but her ship's 16-inch guns leave some nasty craters.
"Their human forms and hulls are also connected; whatever happens to one will affect the other. And they're not immortal, examinations and they themselves have stated that they can be hurt or killed. And because they have human forms, they also possess almost every good and bad trait a regular human has. They need to eat, they need to rest, they can get sick, and their ammunition and fuel stores need to be replenished. But most importantly, they can think independently, and they can feel. So, you'd do well not to treat them like robots since it's one of the last things you want to do since they're still at least eighty percent human," Thorson reminded. "There's more, but you can just read from a file Miss Vestal gave me."
"Right, so they're still mostly human and not a bunch of freaks," Ryan chuckled. "Heh, to be honest, sir, I wouldn't even care if they were a bunch of freaks just as long as they don't start shooting those guns left and right. Speaking off which, though they are what they are, they're still man-made. So, why were they made?"
Thorson dropped another file on the table and gestured to it. "That's why."
Picking it up and opening it, he was greeted by a picture of a very strange-looking ship taken from a submarine's periscope. It had a catamaran-type hull with a strange superstructure layout and armament array. But the most striking thing about it was the jet-black hull with glowing red lines on top, wrapping the whole ship. Just by looking at it, he was confused.
"What the hell is this ship, Admiral? The thing's impractical as hell, even for an early 20th-century navy," He asked.
"That, Commander, is a Siren ship," He answered. "The Sirens are an alien race that invaded the alternate reality the girls came from and started fucking everything up. According to them, they're just blowing shit up for the sake of blowing shit up because they're not even going for any precious resource they come across. But due to humanity's inferior technology, which going by the girls' description is only in the 1920s during the first encounters, they were almost pushed to the brink of extinction. But after forming an alliance and capturing Wisdom Cube technology from the Sirens they were able to defeat and harness their power, the shipgirls were created and turned the tide in favor of humanity.
"And as you can see, whatever brought the girls here is also bringing in these things too. When we first took the girls in, they did their best to explain the Siren threat, but we didn't believe them. Well, we didn't believe them until a fleet of those things decided to spar with CSG 11. We won, our weapons did phenomenally well while barely sustaining any damages or casualties, but the fact the enemy can deploy through fucking portals freaked us out a lot, and we started taking the threat more seriously since then," He explained.
"I see," Ryan said. "This alliance, what is it?"
"It's a multinational alliance called Azur Lane, dedicated to exterminating the Sirens from their world. It was very successful. But recently, it had a falling out causing a breakaway faction called Crimson Axis to form and declare war on Azur Lane over resources and territories that have been contested. It only lasted for a year, but it cost every country involved a hell of a lot. So, tensions are high among them. You can read up more about it on these files."
"So even politics still screws over the greater good in other worlds, huh?" Ryan joked, earning a laugh from the Admiral. "What's the status of the girls?"
"So far, we've found fifty of them. And They're all fine, a bit bored but fine. We gave them housing within Pearl and fake identities once we were confident enough to let them out into the city. We initially considered keeping them somewhere quieter like Midway, but that's just cruel. Besides, they blend in quite nicely, even the ones with weird features," Thorson answered. "Now, they're working with us to study and counter the Siren threat as well as help out around the base. We're even giving them salaries too."
"Mhmm," Ryan hummed before another thought occurred to him. "Admiral, going by the description of the Sirens, there's no way we can keep this a secret for long," Ryan added.
"We know. Everyone knows. We've had about eight encounters with the Sirens already, most being in the Pacific but one of them popped up in the Atlantic, and by some miracle, we were able to stay quiet about it. We have the screw really tight on this, but we know it's only a matter of time before those things attack a civilian vessel or coastal city. And once it spreads on the internet, any chance to contain it is gone. The whole military has quietly increased its alertness and we've also notified our allies to be on the lookout, but the clock's ticking. This is to be treated as a DEFCON 1 level threat, while at the same time, staying as quiet about it as possible so the public does not freak out. We'll have something to tell the public when it does go out but we want to keep it under wraps for as long as we can," Thorson explained.
"I see," Ryan said before taking a deep breath and asking the million-dollar question. "So, what's my purpose in all this."
Admiral Thorson shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable before taking a deep breath and speaking.
"The whole nest has come together and discussed the problem. The President, SecDef, Joint Chiefs, DoD, Coast Guard, NSA, NSC, Homeland Security, FBI, CIA, everyone came together. A lot is to be implemented but one thing we're going to do is create a sub-branch of the navy called the US Navy Kansen Command (USNKC) to manage the shipgirls we have acquired and will acquire in the future. The organization is aimed at working closely with the shipgirls to better understand them and keep them in check while also investigating or neutralizing anything involving the girls, Wisdom Cubes, and Sirens. And like every other organization, it needs someone at the helm."
Thorson then leaned forward and stared directly into Ryan's eyes.
"You have been chosen as the CO of the USNKC, Commander Ryan. We've reviewed the records of ten-thousand officers, and you ended up number one on the list. Among other things, your flexibility, adaptability, and ability to stay calm under pressure and think outside of the box are exactly what we need. I also heard that you are quite patient and understanding which is great because normal military rules aren't going to work with these girls who each have their own quirks. And besides, I feel like I can trust you more than someone chosen by a fucking politician. These girls don't deserve politicians commanding them," Thorson answered, saying the last part with some bitterness. "So, will you accept, Commander?"
Ryan was speechless. Going by the pattern of topics and why he was there in the first place, he had a few guesses about what his involvement would be. None of them would an offering for the position of CO of the whole thing. How could he think that?! It's not like he's done anything special for the Navy! Sure, he had good grades and was a certified SEAL, but so is a fuckton of other people! Hell, his older brother Raymond could do much better than him!
Feeling the gaze of the CINCPAC, he swallowed the lump in his throat and asked. "What happens if I decline, sir?"
"You'll still retain the rank of Commander, you're due for it anyway. But you'll be going back to serving in a radioactive sardine can for the rest of your career. I don't mean demean submariners whose jobs are still crucial for the navy, but the former option is a much more exciting one," He answered.
Another lump formed in his throat after that. He was being made to decide whether or not he would accept a position that would be so important it would likely be a topic in history books in a few decades. With that in mind, he sighed.
"C-Can, I have some time to think it through, Admiral?" He asked.
Thorson nodded. "Of course, this is a hell of a responsibility to ask someone off. And it's going to be one for the history books too."
"Yeah, right," Ryan breathed. "Holy shit, this would be taking 'treat your boat right' onto the next level."
"No, Commander, it'll be taking it up at least three levels," Thorson remarked. "Anyway, that's all I have to say to you. As for the request, I don't need your answer now, but giving it to me ASAP would be appreciated."
"Of course, Admiral."
"Alright then. And oh, one last thing, you can find the girls roaming around the base. If you want some more insights, you can talk to them."
"Aye, sir, I'll keep that in mind."
"Good, you're dismissed."
With a salute that was promptly returned, Ryan collected his things and left the room. He then exited the building through the back before walking some distance until he was within a small hut overlooking the little river behind the building. There, he took off his cap and placed it on a table with his briefcase. He then pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds and stuck one in his mouth, lighting it up with a match. He took a few good puffs while observing the peacefulness of the water and trees while also mulling over everything that had been told to him. Sure, he promised to never be so indecisive again but this kind of decision required a lot of thinking so it gets a pass.
"For a civilization to be forced to play God in order to survive… How the hell do they handle that?" He wondered.
"… Laffey…"
He froze upon hearing that…
AN: Well, here it is! The real deal! I've finally gotten what I need to start this story!
In case you have not seen the concept story, I had originally intended to this story as something like AL characters leaking into our world like the Azur Lane exists as a game/anime but the shipgirls are here too. But I decided to scrap all of that RL stuff and go with a simple alternate reality merge kind of story instead. The original idea is too complicated and it doesn't really add anything besides some awkwardness and discomfort for the girls if they come across some of the more colorful creations of depraved minds on the internet. The girls don't need that kind of treatment.
Speaking of which, I'm going to make certain shipgirls a bit more modest in their choice of clothing and also make them a bit more tame per say. Just a bit, I don't want to completely ruin their design. While I love Azur Lane for many reasons, there's a line that shouldn't be crossed in terms of these ships. Men fought and died on most of those ships, and while I think it's good to immortalize them by personifying them, I also think that first and foremost they should be treated in a way that shows them respect and dignity. They deserve nothing less than that.
And if you didn't notice, the opening and setting of this chapter as well as the name of the CINCPAC, Andrew Lee Thorson, are inspired by the first chapter and main character of my number one favorite Azur Lane story, Chronicles of the Siren War by SabatonBabylon. My main OC is also based on the main OC of that story too to some extent. I love the writing of that story and how it shows the shipgirls.
(Some spoilers for that story down below. Skip to the next break if you want to avoid it.)
But there are some things I don't like about it. First is the implication that the shipgirls are neglected and treated poorly when in reality they probably would've been treated as well as officers and given the best of everything especially when it's known that they are irreplaceable. "Failed weapon" my ass, y'all didn't even try to figure out why they weren't working properly and adapt your tactics accordingly. Whether or not the shipgirls are weapons depends on who you ask but even weapons need to be taken care of. That's why the USMC has the Rifleman's Creed.
"Treat your ship right, she'll be good to you," a saying as old as Mankind's first attempts at conquering the waves. That's why I love Azur Lane and the concept of shipgirls so much because it just fits so well.
Second is the implication that battleships are useless in 1941. Before aircraft carriers destroyed the whole IJN, it was still widely believed that big ships with big guns were the way to fight wars. That's why the Japanese put a lot of focus on Battleship Row during the attack, and some of those BBs were refloated, repaired, and eventually whacked the Japanese at Surigao Strait. And that's among many examples of a BBs usefulness back then. Battleship is battleship, big gun is big gun, and if you don't have something to counter it, you're screwed. That's why I never try to engage a BB in a fair fight when I play WoWs.
Third, P-40 Warhawks operating from a British aircraft carrier. Like come on, you could've gone with the F4F Wildcat which had comparable performance, actually a carrier-based fighter, and historically accurate because the Fleet Air Arm had used them under the designation "Martlet."
Fourth, some of the ships dying permanently and horribly kind of gives me a "Yukiyukite" kind of vibe. If you know then you know, I'm very sorry. And if you don't know, DO NOT SEARCH UP THAT TERM. I made a mistake of doing just that, so spare yourself the nightmares and don't search it.
Five, it's a harem story. I'm not typically fond of harem stories because it goes against my morals and everything I've been taught so it kinda makes me uncomfortable. You can only have one girl at a time and not too many either. But seeing Azur Lane lets you have the ability to marry as many of the ships as you want as long as you have the rings, then I guess it's understandable. And it's not like I can ask the author to change that, and I was able to quickly get over it and continue reading.
But that's about it, and of course, I'm sure the author knew what he was doing otherwise he wouldn't have a story if he hadn't done some of those things, and some of those listed are just me problems. And a lot of the events taking place were historically accurate and written very well. Those are a couple of reasons why I like it so much.
So, Mr. SabatonBabylon, a big thumbs up to you! Your story has been honored through mine! Those who don't know that story, please check it out. It's awesome!
(Spoilers over.)
I plan to reference other stories that I like a lot too in the future. Be on the lookout for those.
This story will focus on the livelihood of the shipgirls within our world and how they will thrive and work here. Will modern shipgirls be featured? Absolutely, that's part of the plan! But they won't come until later, but they will be here, and they will have lots of scenes in the story.
Anyway, that's all for now! Please let me know what you think down in the review section or if you have any ideas. Thank you so much for reading, and I'll see you in the next one! Peace out!