Y'all like destroyers? Please blast them when they get spotted. Torpedoes are my bane. I don't care if you're using a battleship. If I can get a Nelson to snipe a Kamikaze at 15km, so can you if you believe. Just blow up those little pogchamps for me, will ya?
There's quite a fair bit of references here. Both historical and pop cultural. You get virtual pies if you know the references.
It's a beautiful morning for Azur Lane. So beautiful that the sun hasn't even fully risen yet. Times like these were perfect for a morning jog, something that the Eagle Union was quite fond of.
Due to their numerous members, they had to be split up in groups so that they don't end up making too much of a tangled mess of limbs should anyone stumble or trip. That meant battleships had one area, carriers another, cruisers over there, and destroyers over here. Submarines preferred to swim laps instead.
It wouldn't be a proper morning exercise without their esteemed Commander, of course. Sometimes he would join them, other times he slept in. This time, Allen M. Sumner took it upon herself to drag him out.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Yo, Commander! Come out and play with us!" Allen rapped her knuckles on a door several times before grasping the handle. "I'm coming in, all right?"
She got no answer. Shrugging, she opened the door and stepped into her Commander's personal quarters. He usually left it unlocked since no one would be able to break in anyway, let alone even get into the base. All he had to worry about were shipgirls who wanted his attention, and they could accidentally break the lock if they turned the knob hard enough.
"Hey, you in here or what?" Allen walked through the living room as she made her way to the bedroom. There she found the Commander still in bed.
Grinning mischievously, Allen stepped over to his side and began poking his face.
Poke, poke, poke.
The Commander startled in his sleep but didn't wake up yet. Thinking for a bit, Allen then decided to pull the blanket off him. The change in temperature should be enough to wake him. With a swift motion, the destroyer girl grabbed on to the edge of the blanket and yanked it away.
"H-huh, wha-?" The Commander started stirring awake from the lack of soft material around him.
"C'mon, it's almost time for our morning... run... wow."
Holy smokes, he's big.
Allen had heard from some of the other shipgirls about their Commander's endowment and their firsthand experience during "after hours," but this was her first time almost seeing it in person. His underwear didn't leave much to the imagination, causing Allen to quickly turn away with a flustered face.
Fortunately for her, the Commander was still too tired to notice and simply stretched his arms up with a yawn. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking over at Allen.
"Oh, hey, Allen. What are you doing here?"
Calming herself down a bit, Allen put on a cheery smile (she liked what she saw) and faced her well-hung superior. Her cheery smile ended up looking somewhat dopey but the Commander didn't notice. He didn't even acknowledge that his morning wood was practically out on display.
"Did ya forget already? We're going on a jog with the others," Allen explained as she kept her gaze from shifting lower.
"Oh... oh! Right, of course. Sorry about that, I'll go get changed." The Commander quickly jumped to his feet and made his way to the closet. Before he could begin stripping, he turned to his subordinate. "A bit of privacy, Allen?"
Allen snapped out of her daze, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. "Ah, right. Duh. I'll be outside. Don't keep a girl waiting, Commander."
She waved at him and walked out. Then she came back in to throw the blankets back on to the bed before leaving again. With another small wave she shut the bedroom door behind her, leaving the Commander to shrug and change his clothes.
After several minutes, the Commander and Allen finally departed his home to head outside and meet the others. Some of the really athletic girls like Baltimore and Cleveland had already begun their rounds, running laps around their designated area for cruisers.
Idly, the Commander's gaze lingered to the battleship girls. Some of them waved at him or saluted, which he promptly returned. Others shot a flirtatious wink or gave a flustered smile, remembering their private destressing program with him. It wasn't just the battleships; at least one or two others from the carriers, cruisers, and destroyers had similar gestures for him.
Allen noticed all of this. "Say, could it be the reason you join us in the morning is to check us out or something?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Of course not. I need to stay in shape too, you know." The Commander lied as naturally as he breathed. "Anyway, I guess I'll be running with you and the other destroyers today?"
"Mhmm, yep! Let's go, the Fletchers are waiting. And you know how long it takes to get them started."
Despite standing only a head shorter, Allen was able to drag the Commander by the arm. He didn't complain and went along with her, chuckling to himself at her enthusiasm.
"Sure took your time," Downes greeted him with a lazy wave. "Cassin was about to fall asleep waiting on ya."
The white-haired destroyer pointed a thumb in the direction of her black-haired sister who was laying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and could have been mistaken for being asleep had she not raised her hand with a thumbs up. "Finally. Yay."
"Sorry, sorry, I'll get up earlier next time," said the Commander.
"Hah! So who was it this time that kept you up last night? Zona? Cali? Or..." Downes leaned in and pretended to whisper conspicuously. "Was it Yorktown?"
To his credit, the Commander kept a fairly straight face as he answered. "That's a private matter, Downes. Or do you want the others to know your dirty secrets?"
"Oooh, what does she get up to?" Allen played along with their conversation.
Blushing furiously, Downes smacked the Commander's chest lightly. "That was one time. Besides, you enjoyed it. And be quiet, Allen. Don't encourage him."
"Sowwy." The younger destroyer stuck her tongue out, earning an amused eye roll from her senior.
"Okay, that's enough. Let's get started, shall we?" The Commander gave both of them a pat and rub on the head, much to their chagrin.
With a murmur of agreement, they got into their respective positions to begin their run. Fortunately for them, Fletcher had just finished taking roll call of her sisters.
The redhead adjusted her glasses and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, that's everyone. Let's do this, girls!"
With a chorus of shouts and "yeahs," the Fletcher-class started their first lap. All 175 of them. The Commander still found it hard to believe how the lead-ship of her class could keep track of her sisters.
"All right, we'll go after the last of them." Allen did some stretches and smirked at the Commander. "Betcha can't keep up."
Not one to back down from a challenge, he returned his own smirk and prepared himself. "Try me."
Within seconds, the both of them were off as they had their own little race. They were mindful not to get in the way of the others, especially the Fletcher sisters. True to his word, the Commander was able to keep pace despite being a regular human in a base full of superhuman kansen.
Huh, he does have the stamina to bang the others, Allen thought with a mild blush.
The lewd thought was only momentary, yet it was enough to distract her a bit. Snapping back to attention, she narrowly avoided colliding with her sister Cooper.
"Ah, watch it, sis!"
"Sorry, Cooper!"
The Commander gave a small pat on Cooper's shoulder as he ran past her. "Keep it up, squirt."
Pouting, Cooper shouted back at him. "I'm not that short! I'm a superhero!"
Laughing to himself, the Commander focused back on Allen in front of him, glancing a bit at her nice butt. Like most of the Eagle Union girls, she had ditched the jacket to make it easier to run. He vaguely recalled that New Jersey wore heels too.
I wonder if she's actually running in heels.
The Commander got his answer as he looked to side at the battleship section. He saw blue hair tied up in a ponytail as the Black Dragon was in the lead, ahead of her predecessors. Her headpiece, coat, and heels were off, the latter replaced with a pair of sneakers.
"Ahahaha, I'll show you guys why I'm the fastest battleship around here!"
Behind her, North Carolina sans jacket and heels was also keeping up. "Grrr, I'll show you who's the real bunny girl, you upstart junior!"
New Jersey playfully turned to wink at the blonde before being completely overtaken by someone else.
"Forty knots, baby! Hahaha!" Georgia was absolutely tearing down the track to the surprise of almost everyone there with a "how the fuck" expression. She stuck her tongue out at her blue-haired sister/cousin.
Washington didn't care, too busy trying to compete with South Dakota like always.
Turning his attention back to the destroyers he was with, the Commander noted they were now passing by some of the other faction's dorms. He tipped his head at London who was opening her windows. He waved at Mainz who was drinking coffee. He smiled nervously at a thirsty looking Suzuya licking her lips. All while keeping up with Allen who was still in front of him.
"Can't catch me, hehehe!" She kept taunting him, just barely out of reach.
It was around this time that Fletcher began to pull back from the front. Again, she did a headcount of her sisters. How she kept track while jogging was another mystery.
"One seventy three, one seventy... four?" Fletcher looked confused as she counted herself as number 174. One sister was missing. "Wait a sec, where is Johnston?!"
"The world wonders," added Charles Ausburne as she slowed down next to her sister. "Think I saw her challenging some Sakura girls to a spar again. Heerman and Hoel followed her too."
"SHE WHAT?! Everyone, we've got a Code Taffy! I repeat, Code Taffy!"
The Commander overheard their conversation and thought back to when they passed by the Sakura dorms. Then he recalled that Suzuya was one of the heavy cruisers Johnston wanted to scrap with again. At least Yamato was still asleep.
"Ah shit, here we go again," he muttered to himself.
As one, the entire Fletcher-class came to a stop. It was like watching a hive mind at work with how synchronized they were. Then again, if they were truly a hive mind Johnston and the others wouldn't have gone off picking fights. Unfortunately, the other destroyer classes had to swerve to avoid a collision, including himself. Allen reacted a little too late.
"Woah!" She tried to stop but her momentum nearly tipped her over. She stumbled and spun around the gaggle of Fletchers in front of her in humorous fashion to avoid knocking someone over.
The Commander fared a little better as he too went around the Fletchers. As one, they all began heading back the other direction to stop their three wayward sisters. They weren't exactly worried about them, rather they were more worried about having charges pressed against them by the Sakura Empire.
Allen finally came to a stop, nearly smacking her face into Benson's ass. As if fate was mocking her, Cooper came barreling down and tripped on a rock, stumbling on to her older sister and making them fall over like dominos. The Commander swore under his breath as he jogged over to help.
Groggily, Allen came to, hearing the screech of bald eagles in the distance. She was feeling a sense of deja vu. Then she remembered some of her faction's carriers had pet eagles.
"Get up, kansen Allen." A blurry form stood over her.
"Huh, General Shepherd?" The destroyer blinked groggily. She remembered she still had to finish that game she was playing the other night. She was stuck on that one mission to recover the DSM from an estate in the woods.
"What? No. Have you been playing too many video games again?" The Commander helped her up now that her vision cleared.
"Hey, it's a fun game. Except that Moscow airport part. Yikes." Allen dusted herself off as she apologized to Benson and Cooper.
Cassin and Downes stopped next to them for a breather.
"What the heck is going on there?" Downes watched the Fletchers running back the way they came.
"Johnston," answered Benson.
"Oh," came the unanimous reply from her destroyer compatriots.
"We should probably go help them out," Cooper added as she got back up.
The Commander raised an eyebrow. "It can't be that bad."
The destroyers fixed him with a flat look.
"It's Johnston," Cassin deadpanned.
"Fair enough." The Commander conceded with a shrug. Hopefully there won't be any property damage.
After an exhausting ordeal of pulling Johnston off of Suzuya and Kumano , the destroyers decided to end their morning run a little early. At least Hoel and Heerman returned to the formation without too much of a fuss. Amusingly, Johnston was grinning and waving happily as she was dragged away.
"Let me know if ya wanna play again, kay?"
Suzuya simply flipped her off before fixing her hair. Kumano just laughed.
"Well, that was a thing," Allen said as she walked next to the Commander.
"Yeah. It wasn't too bad." The Commander stretched his arms a bit.
Allen couldn't help but admire his figure. Not too muscular but he was quite tall.
And he's packing heat too.
Licking her lips, Allen had an idea. "Hey, walk me back home?"
Looking at her, the Commander shrugged. "Okay, if you don't mind. I'm kinda sweaty though."
"Don't worry about, so am I. C'mon, let's go." Once again, she dragged him off.
The both of them entered the Eagle Union dorms, waving at Vestal who sat in the main foyer reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. They went up the stairs and down the hall to Allen's room.
"And here we are!" The destroyer flourished her arms as she welcomed the Commander to her room.
"All right. I'll see you later, then?" He was about to bid farewell before getting grabbed by the wrist.
"Hey, don't leave yet. You can come in, I don't mind." Allen pulled him in and locked the main door behind him.
"I still need to clean up though," he argued.
"It's fine, you can use my shower."
"But what about you?"
Allen pressed his arm into her chest. "We can share. It saves water too."
The gears finally clicked in the Commander's head as he understood what Allen wanted. "Hmm, if you're okay with it. After you."
Giggling to herself, Allen led him to her bathroom. She wasn't the type to tease like St. Louis or Lexington so she just simply started stripping her clothes off in a casual manner. The Commander watched for a bit before removing his own clothes. After getting his boxers off, he saw that Allen was already in the shower stall.
Admiring her nude form, he found himself getting aroused but kept it under control for now. There was still a possibility that Allen just wanted to shower with him. Sex would be a bonus. So he stepped in behind the shorter girl as she turned the water on. At once, they were both hit by the spray of the shower, washing off their grime and sweat.
The two stayed like that for a while, just casually shampooing their hair and lathering soap over their bodies. Allen decided to get a little frisky and pretended to drop the soap.
"Oops, how clumsy of me." She bent over in an exaggerated motion, showing off her nice stern.
The Commander didn't buy the false excuse but admired her all the same. The way her toned back muscles flexed, the smooth curves of her ass and legs, and the slight parting of her lower lips from bending over.
"Careful. Don't want you to slip." He moved behind her and held on to her hips. To prevent her from falling over, of course. It was getting more difficult to control his erection now. It wasn't exactly full mast but he was getting there.
"It's a good thing you're here to catch me if I fall, right?" Allen wiggled her rear playfully as if to entice him. She took her sweet time picking up the soap, slowly standing back up and lathering it all over herself again.
That did the trick. With a husky growl, the Commander pressed himself against her back as his manhood throbbed eagerly, rubbing it on her rear. If this destroyer wanted to seduce him that badly then so be it.
"Oh, did I get ya excited?" Allen rubbed back against the hot member pressing against her, bringing it to full mast in no time.
"Hard not to," the Commander answered. He brought his hands around her lithe frame, caressing her body and cupping her modest breasts, causing her to moan appreciatively. "Do you really want to do this though?"
Allen rolled her eyes as she put the soap back in place. With her soapy hands, she reached behind herself to give the Commander's length a nice rub, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. "Duh, why else would I share the shower with you?"
"Good point." He then latched his lips on to her neck, kissing and sucking on her smooth skin. He brought his right hand lower, caressing her toned tummy and playfully teasing her belly button.
"Hehehe, stop that!" She swatted at his hands to stop the impromptu tickling.
Chucking against her neck, the Commander trailed his hand lower to cup Allen's womanhood. He could feel the heat emanating from her core even with the warm water spraying on them. Using his previous experience, he caressed her smooth labia with his index and ring finger. He lightly grazed her wet slit with his middle finger, making her squirm in anticipation.
With a slightly irritated groan, Allen gave an extra squeeze on the cock in her hands. The Commander's breath hitched at the sensation before pushing her up against the wall, squishing her boobs against the wet tiles. In the process, she let go of his cock to instinctively press her hands against the wall.
"Don't play rough, Allen," he whispered in her ear. Then he started nibbling and licking on it, making Allen quiver in his embrace. When she least expected it, he slowly pushed his middle finger into her pussy.
"Finally." The destroyer hissed out approvingly. She then let out a surprised gasp as the Commander pushed his ring finger in as well.
She gasped and moaned as she got fingered, her inner walls trying to clamp down on the intruding digits. With some dexterity, she reached her left hand behind herself to grasp the Commander's dick, angling it down to trap it between her legs. Due to their height difference, Allen had to stand on her toes to get the position correct, trusting in the Commander to hold her steady with his arms so she didn't slip.
"Dang, you're quite huge," she complimented. She rubbed her thighs together while her left hand rubbed the tip, intimately feeling how the Commander's cock twitched against her skin. "Mind if I ask who else got to play with this?"
The Commander thrusted lightly against Allen, relishing the soft and warm touch of her thighs and hand. "That's on a need-to-know basis."
"C'mon, I won't tattle. What about just the destroyers?"
The Commander refused to answer so Allen ceased her ministrations. He kept thrusting for a bit but it wasn't enough.
With a frustrated sigh, he relented. "Fine. I did it with Benson and Fletcher."
"Woah, even Fletcher?" Allen was surprised that her studious senior engaged in such acts. "How'd that happen?"
"You try dealing with 174 sisters on an almost daily basis." He went back to thrusting as Allen resumed massaging his girth.
"Hmm, true. Who else?" She thought back to an earlier conversation. "I guess Downes got some, huh?"
The Commander smooched her cheek. "Cassin too. They're basically inseparable."
Allen giggled before turning her head to face him. She brought her right hand to guide his head and the two pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.
Gasping for breath, they broke off before going back at it, their kisses getting deeper as their tongues wrestled for dominance. The Commander was humping and fingering a bit more vigorously now, taking care not to pound his lover too hard against the wall. In return, Allen sped up her motions with her thighs and hand, her pussy leaking love juices to dribble on his cock only to get washed away by the shower.
It wasn't enough for either of them however, and they wanted more. To go that extra step. The Commander pulled back and gently set Allen back on her feet. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him.
Allen looped her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her level for another messy kiss. The smacking of their lips could be heard over the cascading water, breaking off for air before kissing again.
The Commander gently pushed her back to look her in the eyes. "Last chance to back out. Do you really want to do this with me?"
Allen smiled warmly at him. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'd rather it be you than some jerk, y'know?"
"All right then." The Commander held her tighter against him, caressing her smooth back and rubbing himself on her tummy.
Allen shivered with arousal as she felt his hot girth press against her. The tip reached up to her navel, giving her an idea of just how deep he was going to get. It's a good thing kansen were more durable than humans. She got even wetter thinking about how Fletcher or Downes took it, and they were slightly shorter than her.
That's going in me, hooh boy.
"I'll be gentle," the Commander said as he brought his hands lower to cup her supple ass cheeks. With a bit of effort, he lifted her up so that their pelvises were level with each other.
Allen simply nodded and held on to his shoulders, her legs resting against both sides of his waist. She didn't lock her feet around him yet, not until they got into position.
Biting her lip in anticipation, Allen nodded to give the go ahead to the Commander. He rubbed his shaft teasingly along her wet slit before rearing his hips back in preparation. With a smooch to her nose, he finally pushed forward at the same time he lowered Allen down on to his shaft.
"M-mmn!" The shorter girl winced a bit as her pussy lips were spread apart for the first time, the feeling uncomfortable but not too painful due to the earlier foreplay. She was wet enough to allow for a smoother entry but he was still quite large.
The Commander grunted at the tightness that engulfed his dick, something he expected due to Allen's smaller frame. Inch after inch of his shaft pushed deeper as he gently rocked his hips, eager to be inside her velvety embrace.
Overcome with lust, Allen moaned sensually before bringing the Commander's face down into another kiss. Their lips mashed together, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues as their sexes joined together in hot tingling pleasure.
Soon, he was hilted all the way inside her tight pussy. His cock throbbed with need as it was gripped snugly by her inner walls. They gasped and panted at the sheer sensation; Allen because it was her first time, and the Commander because he hadn't been with someone as tight as her in a while.
Allen wiggled her hips a bit to get him going. "C'mon, hnggh, start moving already."
"If you say so." The Commander squeezed her ass as a signal he was about to start. When she voiced no complaints, he went ahead and began to thrust.
"O-ohhh~" The destroyer moaned as she took the slow pounding. The Commander grinned and lifted her up and down as well in time with his thrusts, the very act of it arousing them even more.
Up and down, back and forth, in and out. They made love at a steady pace, his cock throbbing within her quivering pussy. He didn't want to fuck her outright just yet, not until she got used to her virginity being taken.
Shit, she's a bit too tight though. I might blow soon.
The Commander had to slow down a bit. She felt so good clenching and squeezing his shaft with her wet insides, he even had to stop momentarily, stuttering a moan as he was almost brought to climax.
Allen smirked knowingly, voluntarily working her pelvic muscles to get him off. "Heh, what's the matter? I feel too good for you?"
To her credit, she was able to keep a somewhat straight face but her voice still quivered from how good she felt. She could intimately feel his swollen cockhead thumping against her deepest parts.
"You little tease," the Commander replied as he began to thrust with a bit more force. The wet slapping of skin could be heard over the shower that sprayed on them, the lewd sound so erotic to their ears that they wanted more.
Allen's breath hitched at his quickening thrusts, returning the favor by rolling her hips back and forth as well. It was too much for either of them, so they threw caution to the wind and began to fuck even harder.
Pap, pap, pap.
The smacking of wet skin grew more frequent and louder. The couple gasped and moaned into each other's necks, before going back to making out as their lips pressed together with lustful passion.
A burning heat began to build within Allen. She tried to stave it off as long as possible but the Commander didn't give her any reprieve. As if sensing her looming orgasm, he thrusted even faster than before, eliciting cries of pleasure from his shorter lover.
"Ah! Ah! Mmm! O-oh g-gah!" Allen looped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder to muffle the lewd sounds spilling from her lips.
This only served to egg the Commander on further as her voice vibrated against his skin, gripping her ass tighter and pounding her harder.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
Faster and faster, he fucked Allen. His cock throbbed with a need for release, the vise-like grip of her pussy so hot, so inviting that he wanted to stay buried within her for as long as possible.
"I'm close... where do you want it?" He grunted into her ear as he felt the telltale throb in his shaft. His balls tensed to release his load, eager to empty himself into this lovely girl. He resisted the primal urge as long as possible. "Allen...!"
Allen heard him. In the back of her mind she knew that she should let him pull out, to finish outside. But she also wanted to know what it felt like, how his warmth would fill her up. The lewd thought made her clench and squeeze erratically, as if instinctively preparing her for the milky explosion of seed.
She wanted it. For him to blow his load inside. To fill her tight little pussy up with his hot cum. To feel it dripping out of her lower lips.
There, she felt it. That little spurt of pre-cum. More of it leaked out as it smeared against her cervix. With her mind made up, she tightened her legs around his waist, locking him in place.
"Do it inside!" She finally answered.
With a tight groan, the Commander stopped holding back. His shaft pulsated inside her clenching folds, the sensation very quickly dragging him to an explosive release. His tip battered against her deepest parts before finally, he pushed her up against the shower wall and buried himself deep into her pussy.
"Allen!" He cried out her name as his climax hit. His cock pulsed, then finally released his payload into her spasming pussy.
"Oh god!" Allen felt it all; the first jet of cum that spurted into her, followed by even more liquid heat that spread throughout her insides. The erotic feeling was too much as she also came.
Rope after rope of his hot cum splattered inside her pussy, painting her seizing inner walls white. His cock throbbed against her cervix, each throb pumping even more of his virile seed deep into her fertile womb.
Her pussy hungrily clamped down even tighter, strangling his thick girth for all its worth, wringing him dry for every last drop of cum. Their mixed fluids began to leak from their joined parts, dribbling down their thighs only to get washed away by the shower.
Soon, their climactic high began to wane. They tiredly grinded against each other, a few weak spurts of his seed filling her up before the tank was empty. His load was plentiful enough that it already began to overflow before he had finished cumming.
"Fuck," the Commander hissed out as he ran dry, gently holding on to Allen as he collapsed into a seating position.
"Hah, hah, holy shit, that felt awesome." Allen panted out a rare curse. Her body was still quaking a bit from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.
"You okay?" The Commander kissed the top of her forehead. "That wasn't too much for you, was it?"
Allen waved off his concerns. "Nah, it's fine. I'm a tough girl, remember?"
The pair shared a laugh as they sat there, recovering under the shower as it washed away their fluids. Interestingly, Allen felt that the Commander still hadn't pulled out and that he was still quite hard.
As if reading her mind, the Commander posed the question. "Wanna go another round?"
Eyes wide in disbelief, Allen could only settle for a shaky nod and a nervous smile. "Yeah, I think I can take you on some more."
The Commander once again stood up and carried her with him. "I'll accept that challenge."
The couple went at it for the next hour or so, making a mess not only in the bathroom but on the bed as well. The Commander bent Allen over the the mattress as he pounded her from behind. She rode him cowgirl as he lay on his back, admiring the view of her toned body flexing all the right muscles. He prone boned her against the mattress, her teeth biting into a pillow to keep her voice down.
Over and over, he finished inside or sprayed all over her. Cum and fluids stained their skin, having them go for another shower again. It wasn't until Cooper knocked on the door after getting a noise complaint did they finally stop, accidentally giving the younger sister an eyeful of their nudity when she unlocked it with a spare key.
"Sheesh, you really are a horn dog, Commander." Cooper shook her head before shutting the door.
END
Hope you enjoyed. Next Azur Lewd is 'Cool Spring, Warm Summer.' Most of you voted for that on my Twitter poll a while back.
Also, USS Georgia can apparently hit about 40 knots in WoWS. That's crazy.
