4/19/2021:Tinkered with. Added BGMs
OST:Half Life 1 Computers and lab ambience
I am bored and suffering from another bout of my crying fits. These words describe what my mental condition has been in for the past hour as of so lately, Don't ask me how I could still keep count of my time being bottled up in a micro-abyssal-city and base. I just know it, It was likely a perk of being a kanmusu.
Anyway, If you want to know the cause of what made me cry. Well, How does it feel like to have a cloud of worry over you knowing you will have to attack what you called your friends someday? Of knowing what you could be doing like bombing civilian shipping and leaving no survivors despite my colleagues telling me to not consider the idea?
So far, Despite me being moody lately. I am managing to adapt to my schedule of being a Shinkaisei kanmusu, Sit around. Maybe play games. Look around. Go instruct some ships due to me so far being the only recorded destroyer with Cold war equipment. Assist in research. Maybe talk to my Takyuu friend from time to time.
The fact that the destroyers and carriers around here weren't actually monstrous in shape and closer to what i imagined the evil version of the shipgirls... of maybe the art depicting the I-class (which I found out lately to be their attempt at a Mass Production Farragut... of was it a class? model) and the other destroyers as girls did help.
While I am still thankful for this, Because at least I am not having my sanity sapped away constantly. It still doesn't stop me being bored of suffering from severe hallucinations or being visited by dreams in my sleep.
In other notes, As for the time I sit around not being called up as a high-value specialist. It gave me a lot of time to learn about myself as Mutsuki after arriving to this base and so far what i could do.
The most important thing so far was finally getting a chance to check my weapons in detail and thus gain some knowledge about their envelopes as well as a understanding of how to maintain them to a advanced degree.
As I remembered I had twin Mark 42s operating the older Mark 12 shells and remote-controlled cannons.
While in the game the location of my weapons would be known, I found out that they had been relocated. Whatever I want to fire, they are on my arms but they look bigger than Mutsuki's original kai ni guns.
Well, For me I could only say it was because of how heavy these mountings could get. But I already did know I had advanced systems like Exocet MM40 Block 3s (to me being disappointed enough, I needed something like the P-270s to deal with major capital ship threats) which were located as a missile pod on my back and multiple Sea wolf launchers.
Well, for me this placement is something I can already work with. After all concept art for modern shipgirls could get a bit crazy sometimes and I sure didn't want to carry a huge rifle around. I wanted my familiar turrets!
ASDIC systems were the AN/SQS-53C and for this role I had advanced depth charges, two triple Mark 34 torpedo tubes. a single Ikara launcher and RUR-4, In other words I was fit for any possible threats and If Ikara didn't get them. The Mark 34s would.
That had bought me to the topic of fighting, As someone who knew Kancolle. I know my friends, But now that i was OPFOR. It means I was on the other side and they were going to have to get me, While I love the concept of shipgirls. I still love my life more as Mutsuki thank you.
Well, At least If i thought of this as a ultra-realistic game maybe i won't feel too much in pain in sinking of outright vaporizing my former friends... Ugh, That just made me want to cry more than ever.
All of that rant stopped when something caught my attention, It was a destroyer telling me that I was to sortie and that I had been assigned a mission.
"...Ugh...Now of never..." I told myself mentally, While physically I replied back to confirm my orders.
OST:Across the Sea
It was not long before I had been readied for naval operations and we had headed out.
Sailing my way out, I found my fellow abyssal girl destroyers navigating their way out, Behind us were the sight of coastal guns and lookouts.
Looking around I classify my fellow destroyers that had been present with me... two I-class. a Ro-class and Ha-class.
What took up my interest was that their appearances were like what I had found on the internet of them humanized. as well as their machinery being fairly close to being mechanical for the most part but still possessing some abyssal-like traits.
Whats more, None of them had red eyes of any form of aura, They had generic green and blue eyes.. Indicating they were just the bog-standard destroyers that happened to be with me.
"Oi, I heard you ran away from your commander." the Ro-class had decided to say something with a bit of a throaty but loliboat-like voice.
"I guess whatever you went though, It must have been real bad for you to do something like that! I am going to admit! We didn't even expect such a powerful destroyer like you to just suddenly switch sides so easily!" The Ro-class had a small smile to her as I tried to control my growing emotions and I stared back with my empty eyes.
"Save it for when a battle starts, Chucklefuck." I reply back as a Wo-class greets us.. Along with more Ros who were waiting for us.
The Wos were what I found out to represent the Yorktowns, But just like all of the abyssals here they looked less on the monstrous side as their hat was shrinked down and only now was a place to mount their guns, And they had a flight deck strapped to their right arm of so. Although they did retain the spectre and the signature cape.
She just looked over the array of us destroyers in front of her, looking happy enough before she began to talk. "Alright, Mutsuki. First of all welcome to the abyssal fleet. I see you finished your basic training courses? I am here to assign you your mission. These destroyers who are going with you will be the squadron you command. Anything further?"
Trying to understand what that meant I moved and formed a small group with the 2 I-class and the Ro and Ha. "L-like this?"
"Good, I see you are getting the hang of it? You are effectively taking the role of the destroyer squadron's leader, Now I suppose you've finished your studies by now and why you left everyone as to why and what exactly we are fighting for?"
The destroyers around me began to get excited judging by the grins and chatting that was going on around me.
"Alright, I hope you've prepared for this. Because this will be your first mission." She said with a gentle smile which made the destroyers around me more excited though I still kept my constant shaken expression.
"That soon... Are we going to go into battle... Am i ready for this...?"
"Oh cmon! You've the destroyer that everyone talks about! I am sure everything's going to be fine!" The Ro had chirped in.
A few hours later?
'I should have seen that coming... I should have known there was no way they were going to let such a... uh... high-value guided missile destroyer be placed into a very risky misson so soon...'
Instead they had sent me out into this area. Where we found other groups of abyssal ships mainly destroyers but with several cruisers and a torpedo cruiser (of which they were the Kumas. which i wasn't surprised about)... But there were no capital ships to back us.
The reason why for this gathering here is... To overwatch the supply lines.
'WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? This is just like the expeditions missions except I am having to watch over the bloody logistics from oil rigs and other bases with surplus resources! And I wasn't joking!'
I would have continued ranting on and on if not because of someone, A Ri-class, This Ri-class was unique in that she had long flowing white hair and she has this superior overseer aura about her... Oh and I had found out she was strict, Like incredibly strict.
I had already listened to some destroyers getting yelled at by her when they were found slacking.
Oh well, Better get back to scanning the area with my RADARs. But before that... "Hey you! You Ro! Go and look for any possible submarines!" I shouted out to the Ro under my command.
I hadn't decided yet on names, But there were possible ones and so far the Mutsuki side of me was already working on that fast. These names weren't imaginative and came from random generators but it was better than creating a possible situation of designation confusion.
Sighing, I started to resume scanning around, At times sending out Flanker-Ds for scouting. Well at least I already got to make a few friends already that wasn't Takyuu, They were curious about me once I got to know my colleagues.
I was told that the squadrons, Like the one I was currently leading were formed on a need basis but that some of them had histories, Indicating the version of these abyssals were supposed to be representing the USN.
It would seem that my colleagues here were supposed to be the old USN enemy and the newer version where they were supposed to be the darker version of the shipgirls... I had to keep that in mind for later as I had to catch a fairy of mine to keep her from falling into the water and put her back inside my hull.
Hours later...
OST:Marking time. Waiting for Death
"Hey! Mutsuki! Where are you going? Hello!?"
I don't know why I had decided on this idea. But right now, I was in one of my bouts as the Ha-class tried to get me to respond after I had split off from them.
I already had targets in mind even as it was likely my superiors were going to know of this sooner of later. I already saw the sun moving in position as I sailed at flank speed Intending to do something.
'I am sorry, Ha-class. But there's something i need to do to let out these emotions of mine...'
I stopped bothering to care about the attempts to get me to respond as I prepared my carrier aircraft for launch, Energy already trying to take form into a orange carrier hull on my arm of so.
"Forgive me, Fubuki-chan.. For what I am about to do..." I felt tears welling up within me as I knew i was able to do something horrifying... Namely. sinking large civilian ships without reason and extending this same rule to civilian aircraft as I prepared my Flankers for launch and my Aardvarks for high-speed Interdiction.
Seeing my Jets taking off with LGBs and AAMs. I held back the urge to cry as while I hated the world in my past for what it had done, Did they deserve it? Was it on the Rich, Of on everyone else? Did they need to suffer in my rage even as my crew carried on their tasks?
Whatever the answer was, I held myself silent as a Targeting pod datalink was established to me... Letting me see the action that was going to happen once my Jets got to their destination.
I don't know how long it has been. All I know is that once my Jets go to their destination, I got a nice and pretty color view in my mind of my Aardvarks flying low along with my Flankers as they saw a Cruise liner.
These ships only generally travelled short distances because It was so dangerous for obvious reasons, However my mind being what it was. To me they came off as symbols of the Wealthy. something that deserved to be destroyed as my Jets began a high-speed climb and went to military power.
At a close enough distance, my Aardvarks released their Paveway AN-M66s and AN-M59s, I watched as my Flankers reported seeing nothing of any possible threat and I watched the video feed anxiously... As I could make out the faces of people on the ship itself who had became aware of my Jets... But too late.
I watched as I saw several explosions including one on the bridge itself.. and fires being started as I thought i actually saw the body of a child flying though the air to which again I held back the desire to cry loudly knowing what i was doing... The ship itself was already smoking as from what I was seeing, Everyone onboard was panicking.. Not knowing that there was no escape for them.
Because of the large size of modern cruise ships in general, My jets turned around to make another bombing run as more AN-M66s were released and a mix of CRV-7 (along other models like possibly the Persuader) and Zuni APKWS rockets were fired. with some rockets being aimed at where the Lifeboats might be in a effort to trap them as my Flanker-Ds gunned down a side of the ship itself with quad KCA cannons... A result of my desire for guns even on modern planes, I actually thought I saw someone being turned into a cloud of mist and the scenes taking place were beginning to become heartbreaking for me as I saw someone holding to a child.. Before being caught by a direct hit from a APKWS CRV-7 rocket alongside a Zuni.
Ultimately, It was done. More explosions ringed out as my Aardvarks had completely destroyed a entire side of the ship itself and my Su-33s were already attacking anyone trying to escape, Guns firing at any lowering lifeboats and strafing the top deck and loitering around a bit to ensure there were as little survivors as possible and the Image of shattered tables. bodies and a burning top deck haunted my mind... Before I ordered them all to return not knowing if local air defenses had been alerted.
"...Mutsuki! Can you hear me!?" I replied back to one of my I-class destroyers with a sad voice as I seemed like i wanted to cry knowing i was responsible for the deaths of a few thousands of people at the least. "Y-Yes... This is Mutsuki, I needed to do... something."
Well what did I expect? Not only did I split off from my destroyer squadron, But I had went off and attacked a civilian ship without a reason as to why I needed to do that,and with my jets nonetheless. the two I-class destroyers and the Ro and Ha were standing there not sure what to say as a Wo was yelling at me.
Sure, I had took out my internal pain and emotions. But it was to people, People who although I knew they were wealthy and would have saw the lower class as complete and utter trash, Especially in the food industry... It still felt like they didn't deserve to suffer such a painful end at the hands of my jets, Sure. They had got me as a fully healthy Mutsuki-class Semi-modern destroyer and Magical Girl. But If what I had done was any indication, My mind didn't get any better ever since!
As if to emphasize that point, I just seem to drop to my knees in surprise after a slip of frustration and anger overtakes the Wo-class in front of me. Leading to me getting yelled and shouted at for what I did. I just flinched as my haunted and empty brown/orange/red eyes began to water up and I seem to show some awareness of what I just did... My gaze shifting from face to face in despair. Only becoming aware of the whole recording saved from the targeting pods i was using.
Numbly staring for a moment at my shirt and my fingers, I just stared back at the Wo-class with the corner of my eyes glistening... Before I gave a small noise and I loudly burst into tears as the Ha-class tried desperately to comfort me.
I wanted to write longer, But i was starting to falter out so I wasn't able to put in 5K words in a chapter even if i wanted to. After all, Noone ever gets to see the perspective of a shaken boy who got merged with Mutsuki's personality and memories and I happen to be driving her body around, Let alone showing seemingly impossible abilities like my carrier ability!
It may be obvious by now, But this story might eventually get lewd If i decide to get close enough to the Ta-class seen in the intro. technically corruption and possible mindbreak and insanity, Though that may change as things progress I suppose.For now I am unsure about my weapons systems, So decide If i should switch my gunfighter flankers out for the Su-35 model of revert to Sea-capable Eurofighters of MiG-29Ks. Of If i should trade my (Again. Gun-armed) F-111Fs in for a supersonic variant of the A-7 or If i should switch my Exocets out for P-270s. And whether my attack helicopters may be like the Ka-52s of the Apache series! (For now my high end AAM is the ASRAAM. while the AIM-9Ms and Skyflash and HARM is more common in my Inventory and its easier for me to hand-make them, I also have access to the PERSUADER 70mm rocket as well as the Mk 71 Zuni, The targeting pod might have been the Litening III model) Current HEF fuel grade is at 2-2.5x the range and some increase in thrust from that.
