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Caution, lots of spaghetti ahead.
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A scarred Wo-Class stands at attention just outside a naval base's passive detection range, waiting since midnight while her subordinates carried out their directives.
W-Status-W
Ru1-Munitions:80%. Fuel 45%. In Position. Ready.-Ru1
Ru2-Munitions:82%. Fuel 39%. In Position. Ready.-Ru2
Re-Munitions:50%. Fuel 67%%. In Position. Ready.-Re
Chi1-Munitions:25%. Fuel 35%. In Position. Ready.-Chi1
Chi2-Munitions:25%. Fuel 35%. In Position. Ready.-Chi2
W-Attack.-W
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*Yawn* "Is our patrol almost over? There's nothing out here. C'moon." Samidare whined. "There's still two hours left. You have two eyes, I have one. Stay alert regardless." Kiso gruffly muttered. "I saw what's under there though, !" Samidare was cut off when Kiso roughly clamped her mouth shut with a waterline red face. "Shh shhh shhh! We do not speak of that time!" "But it's just you, me, and the cold blue sea." Samidare replied, head cocked to the side.
"Ye... *tink* hm?" Kiso paused when her boot made contact with some flotsam and debris. "Anyways," she looks back up to Samidare's face just as an explosion from a naval mine critically crippled the destroyer. Kiso instinctively launched her floatplane, pulled over hard to port, turned on her searchlights, and readied her rigging, sweeping the ocean surface for enemy combatants.
"Ki... Kiso, it hurts... so much." Samidare pleaded with glazed, teary eyes trying to focus on Kiso's last position. "JUST HANG ON! I'll KILL THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH! Then we'll go back to base, we'll...!" `THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM!` Kiso spots a shape with her floatplane and quickly launches a salvo at it, the rolling thunder of seven 14cm/50's further shattering the ocean's calm silence. Another explosion rocked the sea as Samidare's magazines detonated from internal fires. As she watches the shells arc towards the target, she reaches for her ears, readying a message for her radio fairies to send to Base Charity. "DESU!" A crew fairy screeched as it spotted a spread of torpedoes nearly 100 meters off her vulnerable starboard side. "FUCK!" She quickly poured poured on the throttle and turned port, back into the minefield. "Desu, Desu! DESUUU!" Another spread of torpedoes appeared, this time catching her in the middle of the maneuver.
*tink*. An awfully small sound to notice within the midst of battle. But Kiso noticed it, as well as the erupting blossom of flame and shrapnel from the free-floating Abyssal Contact Mine at her feet. `Bastards` Kiso thought, as she closed her eyes. The mine tore off her legs. The torpedoes destroyed her body as it toppled over into the depths.
Chi1-Success, patrol taken out.-Chi1
Chi2-Success, slight damage.-Chi2
Wo-Commence bombardment. Engage stragglers.-Wo
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Ru1/Ru2 - Commencing Bombardment - Ru1/Ru2
Each Ru-Class battleship was opposite the other facing the island. They were far enough where they can easily dodge coastal battery fire while also being able to blanket the island in overlapping salvos of high explosive. Each battleship fired as fast as they could, alternating shots and calling out targets for maximum effect.
Ru1-First coastal battery destroyed-Ru1
Ru2-Airfield out of commission-Ru2
There was a slight pause in the firing pattern before shells started to fly out at a faster rate and with greater precision, auras flaring and snapping around the competing Ru's.
Overhead, Wo's strike fighters started to fill the air with their signature keening wails and mad cackles.
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Barry blearily opened his eyes to disant explosions and the rattling of his pint of absinthe, now nearly empty. "FFFuuuuck." He moaned. He looked over to his Russian counterpart, who was astoundingly sober and panicked. "Wass wrong Siddy? YOOUuu look... thpooked, heheh." "Now is not time, чёрт!. They are here, I can feel it." Admiral Sidorvich tried to stand up but was pulled down by a drunk Barry, "C'mon maaan. Is just Kisoo~. She playin' baseball right nooow." "What kind of baseball involves explosions?!" Sidorvich shouted incredulously at the drunken man. "Naval Mine Baseball, you dummy. She's got like, 400 of 'em." Sidorvich could only stare as Barry flung his arms high into the air as wide as he can with a big dopey grin on his face. "Give me that drink, I'm too sober for this. At least back in my base we had order and discipline."
"Just shaddup and driink! Loosen uup man!" Admiral Sidorvich glared reproachfully at his friend before sighing and lifted the bottle to his lips. His throat burned and the room was immolated in shrapnel and flames.
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I-13 mumbled as the rumbling of explosions rocked her dreams of diving with manta rays and Kongou's scones. She went to punch her sister, I-14, in her bleary state. Her fist splashes into a puddle of liquid instead. "Mmmnyeh?" She rubbed her eyes with the fist and tried to look over at her sister.
Her sister stared back, the light from distant fires and bombardment clearly illuminated I-14's body, as well as the deep slash across her throat, blood and fuel dripping down onto her pajamas. Shaking, she touches her face, hyper aware that the liquid around her right eye is her sister's blood. "Wha.. what… whaaAAH!" Her hyperventilating was cut short when a pale white knife hand stabbed through her spine and out her chest. With the last of her strength, she turns to see pinprick pupils over a shark's grin within a dark hood.
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The Re-Class was having quite a blast prowling through the shrieking Base Charity. The Ru's have already knocked out the power grid, several key facilities, and the barracks where stationed sailors and shipgirls slept. Her mission was to destroy any surviving personnel and infrastructure.
Her cloven hooves made no noise as she walked down the middle of the main street. Her eyes kept darting curiously over the savaged buildings as she licks the last of the submarine sibling's blood from her hands.
A shell screamed out from her left and was deflected by her tail's armored deck. The rest of the salvo disintegrated against the building husks. A Nagato burst through one of the walls, her rumpled squirrel-patterned pajama did nothing to hide her fury nor the forest of guns leveled at the Re-class.
Re-*Panicked Pleas*-Re
Wo-Two Minutes-Wo
Ru1, Ru2-Heavy fire support, on the way-Ru1, Ru2
The Re quickly juked out of the way of Nagato's secondary fire into the maze of debris. "GET BACK HERE SCUM!" Nagato's deep roar followed the Re. "YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!" An immense blastwave followed Nagato's fury-ladden shells. Shells from the Ru's bombardment landed around her, providing smoke cover. Two clipped her shoulders and spun the Re around like a toy top. Disoriented, it stumbled and landed stern first in the middle of a clearing with a front-row seat of an Ascended Nagato promising agony and retribution beyond imagination.
Zerrr..KEEEEE! BRRRRRRM A blastwave from a Ru's shell was enough to throw off Nagato's following salvo.
The Re quickly reorients, uses her tail to throw up a smokescreen and then dashes further into the ruins.
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Nagato did not have a good night. As Admiral Barry's secretary she was responsible for catching up on his paperwork inevitably caused by taking in the wounded shipgirls. It was even more annoying for her when Barry decided to get drunk with Sidorvich before completing said paperwork.
She was about to get food, then head to her bunk when the base started to explode.
A short chase, it was cornered, then her world was wreathed in flame and blastwaves.
A smokescreen takes the place of where the Abyssal previously was. The ringing in her ears fades into the crackle of flames and the crumbling of settling debris. She reloads her main guns and pans her secondary guns over the mess. A large breeze blows aways the smoke and ruffles her miraculously still-intact squirrel-print pajamas. "Gotcha!" She spots movement and quickly sends a barrage in that direction. She brings the rest of her secondaries and primaries around and further saturates the area as well as everything else further behind it.
Another barrage from the sea throws off her aim and further hides the Abyssal from her sights. This time Nagato did not escape unscathed. Turrets One and Two hang uselessly on her Left Side. One with all three barrels twisted and the other having taken a devastating round to the turret ring. She holds her breath and instinctively braces for a magazine detonation. Her stomach grumbles mightily and she grins morbidly. "Can't detonate what's not there you LITTLE SHITS!" She brings her remaining secondaries around and reloads her primaries with her quickly depleting stocks for another round of Whack-an-Abyssal.
Her eyes missed the swarm of fighters and bombers coming in low to her location. The cackles and screeches were her only warning before the bombs impacted her vulnerable sides and back.
Disarmed and blinking through the pain and tears, Nagato lifts her head to where the Abyssal was last. Like a specter of death, the Re-Class strolls through the smoke and flames in her black hoodie, steps slow and deliberate. A blink and it seemed to pull something from its jacket. Another blink and a cough and Nagato looked up into the barrel of a human weapon, but bastardized with Abyssal steel. She caught a glimpse of an unholy light at the tip of the bullet before the Re pulled the trigger.
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The Wo-Class Aircraft Carrier walks among the cooling debris of the base. She controlled the air and sea, now she controls this land, formerly known as Base Charity.
W-Status-W
Ru1-Munitions:12%. Fuel 9%. Require Resupply.-Ru1
Ru2-Munitions:6%. Fuel 12%. Require Resupply.-Ru2
Re-Munitions:1%. Fuel 5%%. Require Resupply.-Re
Chi1-Munitions:13%. Fuel 7%. Require Resupply.-Chi1
Chi2-Munitions:11%. Fuel 9%. Require Resupply.-Chi2
The raid was perhaps too effective, all storage facilities destroyed, with pockets of precious resources spread throughout and under the debris. Wo looked at the Re next to her.
W-Unacceptable collateral damage-W
Re-Abashed apology-Re
W-Locate and gather remaining resources.-W
Re-Dejected affirmative-Re
W-...-W
W-Approval-W
Wo proudly watches the Re skip its way through the ruins. She then radios for the Ru's and Chi's.
W-Ru's, repair all coastal and flak guns. Chi's locate communications array.-W
Ru's-Affirmative-Ru's
Chi's-Located and repaired, awaiting message-Chi's
W-Send open request for fuel:nonurgent. Recipients: new and near bases-W
Wo opens her eyes and relaxes. A temporary base. Let us rest and continue from here.
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TBH, I really want to give the Chis and Rus a name. It's getting bothersome af doing that for The A-Squad. I've got a name all ready for my Wo and Re. You fellas think it'll be a good idea for that?
Re's Sneaking Theme song: Hotline Miami - Release
Wo's Plane's Theme song: Hotline Miami - Hydrogen
Hm. I feel as though I've used too many prepositions here. Any tips on how to avoid that in the future? It just feels… I dunno, awkward.
College starting up. See you all later!
