Rule 7: Dakota and Musashi are no longer allowed to spontaneously challenge each other to surprise cooking duels using street rules - American Pacific Flagship Enterprise
Addendum 7a: If they want to have a match fine, just pass it by the admiral and staff first - San Diego Secretary Ship Missouri
Musashi sighed as she worked in the kitchen of the massive American base. While the Japanese fleet was strong enough the country lacked the resources to continuously field their heavier fighters like her and her sister. Until the transcontinental railroad was finished they wouldn't have a reliable enough supply of oil to field either her or her sister in more than emergency operations. America on the other hand was as normal a land of excess. Especially with how they had managed to figure out ways around the slowly shrinking naval trade. In the half a decade since the abyssals had appeared the massive country had focused its resources to reducing its fuel consumption. The fact that its navy now was fueled by mostly high calorie foods, although they could consume oil if needed greatly helped the country.
She had been lent to the large country to help train their battleships on unconventional ways to fight with their new bodies as well as to train the smaller ships on ways to fight heavier ships. Right now though she was desperately trying to fight her boredom and loneliness as her sister had been sent to Germany for much the same reason and she wasn't used to being alone. As she went about making curry she heard the door open.
"Oh, it's just you," A voice said from the door, "damn."
"Is there something wrong with me being here?" Musashi asked as she turned to see the rude woman was South Dakota.
"Nah, just was hoping someone good at cooking was making food. Now I have to make my own," The American battleship said as she moved towards the pantry.
"Are you saying there is something wrong with I, Musashi's cooking?" The Japanese battleship asked with a sharp edge of hostility in her voice.
"Nah, it's probably good for your little island country, but I prefer something with a little more flavor than raw fish," The cocky American battleship said snidely.
"I will not let that remark slide," Musashi half growled.
"What are the rules?" South Dakaot asked with a smirk. Muashi gave her a razor toothed grin in return, "Rules? The only rule is the best battleship left standing!"
"So why are we here?" North Carolina asked Hornet. The carrier shrugged before adjusting her garrison cap, "I don't know, SoDak wanted us down here."
Just then the battleship burst into the room followed by Musashi, both of them with a large food dolly. The American battleship said, "You girls are here to judge, who's the better cook?"
South Dakota pulled open her platter to reveal twenty two succulent looking stakes. The other Americans knowing how skilled a cook the elder South Dakota could be grabbed their stakes and quickly began to devour them. The perfectly cooked and seasoned meat practically melting in their mouth. They ate it joyously. Once they were done Musashi opened her platter and everyone began to salivate. South Dakota realized that she might be in trouble as Musahsi presented them all with some fancily made Japanese meal along with a rather large helping of sake from rather expensive looking bottles. As the capital ships took their first bite the Americans eyes rolled into the backs of their heads as they made noises entirely inappropriate for a public space before slumping bonelessly in their seats, panting. Musashi's smirked as she watched the assembled twenty one American capital ships, half the bases current complement of capital ships fell bonelessly to the ground after trying her food.
"I've still got it," She said as she finished her meal and stood up to leave the room, ignoring the writhing and moaning girls around her as she knew they would recover in time, although they might be a little embarrassed. Just as she exited Enterprise walked in through the door on the other side of the mess. Her grey eyes took in everyone in the room before latching on to Hornet and Essex. She quickly pulled out her phone and sent a text before walking over to the others girls to help her sistership and companion.
