Author's Note: It's that time again! The fic is a year old now, and still going! Today we get a triple feature! Two omakes, one done by aceofAces_AA, thanks again to them, and another that is a possible sneak peek at a side fic! I know, I know, I'm a horrible tease for putting off the next chapter... Sorry! But these won't leave me alone in my head! Enjoy!

The Princess could barely contain her excitement, and she knew the most uncharacteristically wide grin was splitting her face. But she didn't care. For so long those "kanmusu" had held them at bay, kept them from exacting their revenge, and it had only gotten worse when the traitor joined their side. Now they were on the back foot, fearing the dull roar of the traitor's engines overhead as more and more of their number were sent to the bottom of the sea.

But now, they had their chance. In a desperate gamble, they'd managed to draw away the traitor and her news friends from their base. Now it lay wide open for the Princess and her sisters, and they would exploit that weakness. They sailed quickly, maximizing the revolutions in their engines to push themselves at flank. What damage they would suffer to their engines could be repaired when they returned home.

The Princess' guns itched, waiting for their chance to obliterate the humans for their betrayal. She could feel herself shaking in anticipation. She would savor this moment, and enjoy every drop of blood that would soon coat her claws. She could see it ahead of her, the opening to the bay in which the human's protectors would come home to port, coincidentally one of their more populated cities. So close, she could almost smell the smoke and the burning taste of cordite fumes.

But just as she was about to unlimber her cannons and begin shooting, she felt something in the water move. Ahead, the sea bulged as something massive surfaced, the water cascading down it in sheets. It was massive, colossal even, and the Princess felt her jaw drop.

It was covered in massive plates of metal, some interlocking, others pivoting on the ends of massive booms. Titanium grey heavy armor fitted snugly over a black and grey bodysuit, huge powerful legs fitting inside massive armored boots that ended in glowing blue engine nacelles. A single engine twice as large hung down from the beings back, and four massive cannons were arrayed over its shoulders. The head was covered by a helmet, a vibrant blue visor the only indication that someone was inside that armor. All over the beings body, the Princess could see arrays of hundreds of missile pods, dozens of point defense guns, and a handful of secondary cannons.

As the being stood up to its full height, towering at least twenty feet over the abyssal fleet and hovering just a few inches off the water, ten large silos, five on either side, angled outward. Opening, ten objects shot out of these silos and began hovering around the larger being, each covered in the same metal and each carrying a single large cannon in their right hands. All of them glared at the Abyssals. They were frigates, each and every one of them, and they definitely looked angry.

"Okay..." The being said, in a thundering voice that shook the Princess to her boilers. It slammed its fist into its palm, the impact creating a sound way too similar to a cannon shot for the Princess' liking.

"So who's first?"

-[24 HOURS EARLIER]-

"Uh Levi." Goto began shakily, still slightly terrified of what he was looking at. "I appreciate that you're trying to...*ahem* gather up your UNSC friends but..." He stared up at the twenty foot tall woman standing in the middle of Tokyo bay, Musashi and Nagato standing to either side of him with their mouths agape. "...we're going to need to have a talk about our housing capabilities..."

The woman in the middle of the bay, with her helmet tucked under her arm, straightened to attention. "UNSC Infinity, INF-01 reporting for duty, sir!"

Starlight winked off the translucent visor of a young woman looking down the length of her weapon, the shroud appearing similar to a wedge-shape that ended in two barrels, both of which pointed out into space. Asteroids and other stellar debris drifted around her in an eternal dance while the teenaged-looking figure watched the horizon of a distant planet. "Confirmed Actual. Nine contacts, heading spinward towards the moon. One heavy destroyer, one armored cruiser, and three light cruisers. Warbook ID's them as CPV, RCS, and CRS classes appropriately. Last four look like DSC-class supply vessels. Requesting instructions."

[Fall back to the rally point, no need to spook the locals yet. With that much firepower it wouldn't be worth it to blow your cover just to kill a food ship,] came the commander's voice over the radio, hovering between electronic and telepathic in a way that felt kind of like silk passing over her brain even while tickling her ears.

"Confirmed. Returning to rally point," the young woman said, slowing pushing herself away from the asteroid that she had been lying against, using it to thrust herself further into the debris field so as to conserve her thrusters until needed. The ship-girl leapfrogged and pushed off of many of the stones, only firing maneuvering thrusters when she had a larger chunk of rock to conceal her from view of the three Covenant ships that she'd spotted. Her rigging was rather streamlined, looking like a back-mounted jetpack overtop a standard UNSC Marine's EVA suit. The torso, arms, and legs were covered with black armored plates bearing red stripes, while her helmet visor covered softly glowing eyes. A balaclava-like mask covered the destroyer's mouth from view, while her feet were covered in armored boots bearing engine nacelles on them. Small turrets and hatches dotted her shoulders and calves, while her rifle-like weapon swung on cables like a strap. The only amount of decoration beyond the stripes were the numbers '906' on the right side of her helmet, and the logo of the UNSC over her left breast.

Coming up to another large planetoid, the ship-girl grabbed the lip of a crater and pulled herself into a roll that let her 'dive' into it, a fissure at the bottom of the impact point opening up a series of subterranean caverns, allowing her to hide out of view of prying eyes. Floating in the micro-gravity of one such cave, the destroyer-class girl took sight of several others that huddled around a glowing hologram of the system, the bluish lighting reflecting off their black and grey forms like shades hovering around a fire.

The first one, whose arm was emitting the glow that she'd seen before, gave her a nod. "Welcome back Iroquois. Hope you enjoyed the sight-seeing."

"Thanks Levi. It's always nice to get out and smell the roses once in awhile... Reminds you of what your funeral's going to be like at least," the girl quipped back as she pushed herself over to where the group was, taking up position near the frigate-girl Gettysburg, who was polishing the bayonet attached to her MAC gun.

Leviathan nodded in response before turning back to the hologram. "Alright. Again, with only five dedicated combat ships in the system, we should be able to get the jump on them pretty handily, but I worry that with that kind of tonnage and that armored cruiser we could get bogged down if we let them. I want that web-ship taken down hard and fast," she said, pointing out the RCS type. Such ships were nominally equipped with stasis-enfolder systems, designed to pin fighters in place to make it easier to target and destroy them. The Covenant's inheritors had found that against kanmusu however, it had the 'happy' side-effect of reducing the effectiveness of most of the reincarnated ships' weaponry, preventing them from using Archers or autocannon fire even when they'd taken down the shields, and in the case of lighter ship-girls could even freeze them in place. As a result, such technology was seeing a resurgence as a sort of secondary shield, though a lack of dedicated cooperative development and production meant that its spread was very, very limited.

"I want a time-to-target dual-volley strike with MAC guns on it, thirty second separation on the volleys. Shooters will be myself, Iroquois, Lancelot, Richthofen and Electra," the cruiser said, nodding to the four destroyers. "With that done, Gettysburg, Fair Weather, Grafton, Providence and Savannah will move in with Lancelot and Electra to take on the mantas, while the rest of us go after the big fish. Milan, you'll hang back behind the belt with Chioglossa and Glasgow Kiss for escort, and bring your fighters and bombers in to keep the Covie's strikecraft under wraps. See if you can get a bombing run on those food ships as well, but keep them back if things get dicey. They've been ramping up their AAA fitouts lately, and no offence, but I am NOT footing your dinner bill again..."

The Epoch-class carrier, a rather buxom girl even through her armor plating, chuckled at that and patted her belly with a grin while the two frigate-girls that would be accompanying her gave each other knowing looks. The carrier's bat-like Longswords chittered along her hips and back, giving the armored skirt and shoulder-cape a false sense of independent life as they readied their fuel and armaments from hidden umbilicals. A light MAC rested against the Caucasian-featured woman's shoulder, looking like an old BR-55 battle rifle.

As the group went over the last details of their plan, Leviathan had to once again suppress a rueful chuckle at how things had reversed since coming from the 'other' Earth. While there, the Abyssals had mercilessly hunted convoys carrying vital supplies of food and fuel to and from various countries in an effort to starve out humanity's coastal and island nations, and Levi herself had put down a LOT of those attacks. That she was now doing the exact same thing from the other side of hostilities against Covenant Loyalists and their Promethean allies never ceased to give her a sense of irony. But then again, she'd never denied the anger and rage she felt at what those same Covenant had done in the old war, and found it only fitting that she visited the same upon them. "Alright, we all know what we're doing then... Let's get to it," the command ship-girl said, closing the tactical map and maneuvering towards the exit. There was prey to hunt...

Tatsuta suppressed a frown as she looked down at her cards, a 2 and an 8, both of clubs but nothing all that good since the dealer had been flipping diamonds and hearts. One of them was another 2, along with the 6 of diamonds and the Jack of hearts, but unless she picked up something on the river, it was looking like a bust for her. Across from her was Tenryuu (who had just as bad a hand as she did if the little grimace she was trying to hide was any indication), Maya (who had a small grin on her face, but she did the same when she had nothing that one time, so it could just be that she was already winning enough to be able to afford to fold this hand), as well as Takao and Atago (who was winning so much that her chips were starting to block the sight of her tits from view), and one of the newcomers, a Destroyer named Iroquois.

Like Leviathan before her, Iroquois was a pale-skinned space-shipgirl with slightly glowing eyes, a soft white as opposed to any other color, and dark hair that she wore pulled back tightly with a few bangs covering her forehead. Unlike the cruiser though, Iroquois wore her hair in a braid that went over one shoulder with a feather tied to the end, and her casual dress was a black t-shirt with red sleeves and shoulders. Over the top she wore a brown leather vest, and at the back of her waist was a knife in a buckskin sheath sporting a pair of feathers similar to the one that dangled off the end of her braid. Camo-printed pants tucked into leather boots with blood-red lines going down over the sides of her hips and calves, matching the ones painted over her cheeks. When the water-based ship-girls had seen her for the first time, everyone expected a broody young woman, yet the destroyer was surprisingly cheerful... almost naively so, until one got to know her and the dark sense of humor that teased at greater depths. That same sense of humor made her and Tatsuta quick friends, who would trade quips with one another at the drop of a hat, especially if Tenryuu was their target.

But one thing that everyone agreed on was that the tight balaclava mask she wore was hiding something... The only question was what. Most of the UNSC girls preferred to eat together in their own barracks, or in the docks where it would have been rude to peek. As a result, none of the Earth-based girls knew what was under the mask, but there was a running bet on what it was. The game had been going on for over an hour now, and more than one ship-girl had been sliding glances at Iroquois to see if she would lower the mask to take a drink from the glass of rum next to her, but so far she hadn't done anything of the sort...

"I call," Maya said as Tatsuta flipped over the last card, a six of clubs to match its diamond sibling as it sat next to the King of hearts, still smiling as the heavy cruiser looked over at Tenryu, who returned the look with a hint of challenge.

"I raise 500 yen," she said, throwing another chip in, causing her sister to only narrowly avoid kicking her in the shin.

"Are you sure Tenryu-chan? You're starting to look rather low there," the haloed destroyer-leader said with a lilt, causing her horned sister to puff up.

"Screw that! Bring it on and meet me if you think you've got the cards!" she said, causing Atago to shake her head even as she, Atago, and then Iroquois threw their own chips in. Tatsuta on the other hand folded, placing her cards face down with a sigh as she admitted defeat. Surprisingly, Maya did too, leaving only four in the pot. "Ha! Should have known you'd bail! Ain't noone who can beat me once I get going! I raise another 500 yen"

"1000," came Takao's response, causing Tenryu's head to snap over so fast that her engineer started swearing.

"Wha, seriously?!" she said.

"Raise again, another 500 yen," Atago said with a smile, causing Tenryu to gulp nervously.

"Hey, hey now... No need to get that excited!" the purple-clad woman said as the braided destroyer wordlessly added 1500 yen of chips in, not wanting to test her luck further. Realizing that it was now her turn, the woman gritted her teeth before looking at her cards again, gulping one more time before taking some of her last chips and placing them in the pot.

Takao smiled, looking at the younger cruiser with a predatory grin, before placing her hand down. "Two pair, Kings and Jacks," she said, showing the Jack and King of diamonds in her hand, causing her sister to deflate a bit as she put her hand down. "Kings and 8's... Not enough."

"Devil's luck my dears! I've got a six and an 8!" Iroquois said, placing her cards down to see.

Tenryu's horns seemed to lower themselves in a sulk on her head, her one eye looking like she was going to cry... Until the smirk betrayed here. "Read 'em and weep bitches! Full house, Jacks over sixes!" she said, slapping down both remaining Jacks and reaching for the stack of chips with a triumphant grin while the others decried her successful bluff. "Should have known better than to tangle with me ladies!"

"Yeah yeah, you got us good. Deal me in for another hand, I've still got time tonight," Maya said as she resorted her chips in preparation. As Tatsuta did the same, she nearly missed it when Iroquois' hand wrapped around her glass, lifting it up towards her face. Tatsuta's gloved hands froze as her gaze locked on as the destroyer's finger hooked at the balaclava, pulling it down...

...To reveal olive brown skin surrounding by a line of pale but healing scar tissue that melded into the pale flesh above.

"My my, Iroquois-chan, is that...?" Tatsuta said, drawing the attentions of the other ship-girls to where the newcomer was swallowing another mouthful of rum.

"Hmmm? What, this?" she said, pointing at her mouth.

"Yo, what gives Iri? You hiding a tan underneath sunscreen or something?" Tenryu asked, causing the destroyer to chuckle.

"Hehehe, nah, nothing like that. Most UNSC ships use TR steel alloy in their superstructures, which bleaches out as it gets exposed to cosmic radiation. Guess it translated to a sort of reverse-tanning effect for us. You can usually tell how old a ship is by how pale they are in the superstructure."

"But... why the difference then? Did you get repaired recently and it just hasn't... I mean..." Maya asked.

Iroquois' response was nothing less than a cheeky, toothy grin and a hearty chuckle. "Hehehe... Oh that? Let's just say that Covenant ships are lousy kissers..."