Rule by Grathryn, thank you for the help in the dividers!

6584. Angelwing, please keep your AI out of government files. We don't know what she found in there, and honestly, we don't want to know, just keep her out of them so we don't have that mess to clean up

Lying back against the hull of the International Space Station – on the outside of the station, her brandy coloured hair floating along with practically everything else in the extreme low gravity environment, Celyn sighed, resting her head on her hands as she looked up towards the stars. While she was grateful for being a shipgirl – after all, how many people actually wanted to be out among the stars? – The problem was that she just wasn't in a great place for a spaceship girl.

She was relatively low tech, her FTL was only really rated for interplanetary distances and that still took weeks compared to some, and even with her adaptability and being a nine hundred metre long ship, she was still mostly armed with lower capability slug throwers, weak shields and far too many of her subsystems, for reasons unknown, were accessible from her hull surface, right where they could be shot.

In short, apart from Stiletto and the space shuttle girls, she was probably the least useful for anything beyond long system patrols.

Her boredom wasn't helped by the fact that the spaceship girls were supposed to be getting reorganised or that most of the girls seemed to stick with their own groups, and since she and Stiletto were the only two of their group….

"God, I wish they'd hurry the hell up down there," she muttered soundlessly – she was in a vacuum, sound didn't really have a way to carry. Groaning, she raised her head to glare out towards Earth for a moment before letting it fall back with a thunk she felt rather than heard. "Stupid asses not figuring half this stuff out when the first of us Awoke," she muttered.

She blinked as she felt a familiar tingle run through her body before sighing. Rolling herself around, she used the handholds on the station's hull to pull herself towards the nearest airlock. Hopefully Angel actually had something interesting to look at.


"Where did you say you found this?" Celyn asked, glaring at the computer screen in front of her. On it sat a report that, from what little she had already read, was to do with the creation of several ships in the years leading up to the Second World War.

On another screen, the avatar of her AI, Angel, shrugged. "I was looking up some things from World War 2 that seemed strange," she admitted. "One of which was that HMS Hood survived the Battle of Denmark Strait, another being that several ships seemed to be built out of order."

Celyn frowned, looking over the screen in front of her as she read over the report. "I presume you've been over this," she commented.

"And the rest," Angel replied. "I am an AI, dear; data is easy for me to go through, over or around."

Rolling her eyes, Celyn scrolled through the report, frowning slightly. She had known that there were things about the 1920s and 1930s that had been hidden, after all, everyone had been trying to recover from what they had hoped was the War to End All Wars, then Britain had started pulling in their ships and soldiers, refitting, repairing, retraining and re-equipping them, building up industry, infrastructure and military and civilian vehicles, her history teacher had taught that much, even giving the source as a flag officer in the Navy. It hadn't covered most of what was in this file, most of which was probably supposed to be buried somewhere under lock and key.

"So why did you decide to go through what I'm guessing are supposed to be secure government files?" she asked, glancing over at Angel. "Do you know how much trouble you, and by extension, I, could get into?"

"You're assuming they'll find out, I'm not that foolish as to attempt a simple lift of sensitive data," Angel replied.

Closing her eyes, Celyn groaned, reaching up to rub her forehead. "As interesting as it might be to find out the specifics of some rumours, I'm not dealing with this." Quickly wiping the files from the computer, she set it to purge the free space before leaving the room. "I'm going to see what's going on at the Mars base, it's got to be less likely to cause trouble than this."