A/N - I am adding Iowa to the SCIENCE! Shipgirls in this because I like the Iowa is secretly a nerd meme.

Rule 12: Trying to convince most of the more adult ship girls it's opposite day after they turned you down will likely end up with a well deserved smack. - San Diego Secretary Ship Missouri

Addendum 12a: Shipgirls are not required to wear their combat uniforms or any other uniform when they are not on duty. Combat uniforms are only required to be worn during missions, duty, and emergency situations. - Admiral Garen Crownguard

Addendum 12b: Shipgirls in positions of authority may not abuse that authority to get others to socialise, I should NOT have to say this - Admiral Luxana Crownguard

Iowa swished down the sidewalk of the San Diego Naval Base towards the mess hall. Her golden locks danced in the wind. She was the picture of classic American beauty with a body that would put a runway star to shame. As she walked naval personnel, sailors and civilians alike stopped to watch, their eyes drawn to her attractive frame. Iowa absolutely hated it. Why couldn't she just have food delivered to her room again?

She thought for a second before a single face filled her head. Missouri, glaring at her, standing in the shattered frame of her door. Her stern silver haired sister was lecturing her, something she vividly remembered, "You need to get out of your room more! You can't just stay in here whenever you aren't on mission like some kind of hermit making models, and building computers and whatever else you do in here! I've already told the galley not to deliver food to you unless you've just come back from sortie and are in the docks!"

She let out a sigh which did interesting things to her chest. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the personnel around her as she heard at least one guy weez. By Haruhi this was embarrassing. She would have sped up but knew it would just make her bounce more, not to mention if she did she would likely roll her ankle due to her inability to walk in her heels when not on water.

It took her a few minutes to arrive at the mess hall. Thankfully shipgirls had their own segment and her sisters were there, even if her interactions with Missouri were less than pleasant right now. It was on her way back to her room that the inevitable happened. A sailor who felt himself 'man' enough swaggered his way up to her, "Hey sexy, what say we get out of here and do something fun?"

"No thanks," Iowa replied, slipping into her cheerful persona with practiced ease as she sidestepped him, "I have plans with a friend already."

"Sweet," The man, a second class from his uniform, put his arm around her shoulder and tried to lead her somewhere.

"What are you doing?" she asked, tensing her body and digging in her heels.

"It's opposite day," He said with a shit eating grin, "No means yes."

The gears in her head ground to a halt as she heard the most juvenile argument she could think of, the absolute last thing she ever expected. She stared at that shit eating grin dumbfounded for several seconds. Then her hand moved as she brought her palm crashing into his face, using her full 212 thousand horsepower by accident. The man's jaw gave out a loud crunch sound before he went down like a sack of flower.

Iowa stormed off in the direction of the command center, the pavement cracking under her heels.

"Alright, so what happened exactly?" Garen asked as he pushed his computer aside. The blond battleship bombshell before him was seething in rage, her hair visibly dancing in what should be the still air of the room.

She reached across the desk and yanked him up by the collar, "I am tired of getting ogled, cat called, and hit on because I have to walk around base in this outfit! Either change the base uniform policy regarding shipgirls or give me an exemption!"

"You aren't answering my question," Garen calmly replied as the door to his office opened letting a willowy blonde girl in, "Geeze Garen, what kind of base are you running here? That guy looked like he got hit in the face with a maul!"

Garen immediately snapped to a standing position and went to attention, "Ma'am! I didn't expect to see you today!"

"Bro, I'm not here in an official capacity," The blond said with a wave of her hand as she glanced over Iowa and the room, "At least not today. After what I saw I may have to pay an official visit."

"W-what did you see?" Iowa asked nervously while Garren burst out in cold sweet, "and who are you?"

"Some poor bastard with a tenderized face," The small blonde girl said with a radiant smile, "Almost like a shipgirl smacked him really hard. As for who I am. Little old me is the Commander of the US 1st Fleet."

Iowa felt a chill run down her spine as the blonde opened her eyes, her smile twisting into something calculating, "I am Admiral Luxanna Crownguard. Now Iowa, you wouldn't happen to know what happened to that sailor would you?"

"I-I see, I- um…" Iowa stammard off into silence. With no answer forthcoming Lux raised her hand and snapped her fingers, her smile never leaving her face. At the signal a red haired woman seemed to materialize out of thin air next to the door with a shimmer of purple light, "The man prepositioned her but she turned him down. When he tried to press the issue she seemed to have trouble believing he was using such a juvenile argument as 'its opposite day.' She seemed to strike him out of simple instinct."

"K-Kat…" The look on Garrens face was indescribable. It was a mixture of affection and pain with other emotions running so rapidly that it was hard to be sure what he was thinking. The redhead waved at him but didn't say anything else.

"Now, Iowa, why don't we have a little talk in private, Kat, why don't you catch up with my brother while we talk."