5977A. Also do not swap our Hiei with the PH one aswell. They are willing to lend them just for special Mess Hall Duty so please stop. We're already in Hot Water with them. Also Kongou was not Amuse.
It was a regular day at Corregidor Island Naval Base with the sun shining down, the sound of ships passing by in and out the Manila Bay and the buzzing military personnel and tourist within the island made it that way. It also means paper work is regular as well within the office of the Admiral Drake Knight the Officer in-charge of Corregidor Island... regularly large and over stack.
"Remind me who the fuck decided I would handle this base again?" He asked to no one in particular as he slam his head on a stack of unsigned requisition forms from Japan. "And who needs this much Tea? Or Coffee?"
"The British and the Americans sir." A female voice answered beside the admiral. USS Bataan, the Independence-class CVL named after Bataan Island or the more tragic event of the Bataan Death March a sore subject for her. And one of the few WWII based American Ship girl with Filipino Roots. "As for the first question, It's because you were chosen by the previous Admiral who ran this place."
"If I recalled correctly my last known affiliation is with the Army not the Navy. And I'm pretty sure only Naval Officers get to take charge of this places." Argued while signing another request form without bothering about its content details. He rather not know the implications of the uses of DD Holders for BB rigging.
"Hench the reason they gave you the rank Admiral after you got transferred." She countered while handling another form. This time coming from Corvettes assigned to Japan. "I also seemed to recall another Army Officer getting assigned to a Naval Base in Japan."
"They also have a Dog as an Admiral there, also a Bird, a Rabbit and a Cat. It's Japan Bataan, you rather not question those things when its in Japan, its better for your sanity that way. Heck there was also a Naval Base in land."
"Still don't see why you can't be an Admiral."
"I can still not wrap my head around that the Navy actually agreed an Army Officer handling this Base. What's the real reason Bataan."
"Because no one want to handle the eccentricities of majority of the girls with the mountains of paper work all the while fighting on the front lines. That would break most people."
"But I'm not most people." He sighed accepting the fact that this wasn't something normal Admirals can handle. While he knew he was somewhat special case that doesn't mean we wasn't human. He still has nightmares of the Summer 2015 Operations. Damn that Anti Air Princess. "Anyway, how goes the repairs on the Bath house?"
Bataan grimace, her angelic face scrunch up clearly remember what happened a week ago when a Japanese Escort of Fleet Girls dock. While it was funny how the Corregidor assigned Isokaze reacted to her Japanese Escort counterpart. It was also funny how the Naval Base's Isokaze is a better cook than the Escort's... or any Isokazes for that matter.
What wasn't funny was the Bath House blowing up when someone installed Tentacle on the Main Pool which frighten quite a lot of ship girls... who also carried their rigging with them. That took a good chuck of their resources.
"The Bath House is almost complete and can now be use by the end of the week." She reported shaking the memory away. "Anyway, its almost Lunch time and I am sure you're already eager to get away from the office and paper work."
"Hurray!" The admiral cheered quickly tossing the form in hand to the approved bin without a second thought. He had a glance at it and wondered why the Japanese needed those scientific equipments but it's Japan and would rather leave it at that. "Whose on Mess Duty?"
"Isokaze and Hiei."
"Double Hurray!" He jump up grab his coat and was out the door. The Fil-Am CVL could only sigh at the admiral's antics when it comes to leaving his office. While she appreciate the work he deals with on the daily basis she cant help but wonder why he becomes a bit childish when it comes to exiting the cramp office space. Must be all the Files scattered all about. She shook her head before proceeding to follow her commander who was already down the hallway waiting for her.
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The walk towards the Mess Hall was silent and eerie something that both the CVL and her Commander notice quite easily.
"Bataan is it me or is it just too quite?" Knight asked his secretary as he pulled out his standard Colt .45 side arm. It was too quite for his liking especially when his base was the liveliest when it comes to food more especially food cook by the best chefs they had which include Isokaze and Hiei. Despite common belief on most Naval Bases that those two were the worst cooks and should never step into the kitchen it was different for them. Whether by luck or skill Isokaze and Hiei that were assigned to the Island were herald as the best cooks the Navy could asked for which would mean that anyone would be eager to head down the Cafeteria for a bite of their meals.
"I really don't like this Commander." Bataan voiced out in worry.
"Your not the only one here." As they drew closer they could feel the heavy atmosphere and the smell of something foul coming from the doors that lead into the Mess Hall. "Ladies First?"
"Aren't you the one with the gun?"
"Aren't you the one who can take a hit?"
"Touche" she pointed before stepping up front first ready to open the doors at her commander's orders.
"Go!" With a burst of strength Bataan broke the door down and made a quick sweep of the large hall. What they saw was straight out of a warzone. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, both shipgirl and human.
"What the fuck happened here?" Bataan gasp as she made her way towards a group of fallen human personnel. A quick check for pulse was all she need to confirm that they were alive, unconscious but alive. "They're alive sir."
"Atleast that a good news. Still doesnt answer what happened here." the Commander took a quick look around, noticing quite a lot of plates were left unfinished with utensils scattered all about. He took a closer look at the nearest plate and found a barely eaten roast steak and and untouched rice. With a scrutinizing glare he notice that despite its normal appearance there is a heavy air surrounding the dish. With a practice swipe of the finger and quick taste he knew the dish was wrong. "Who puts cornstarch on a steak? Or Egg yolks for that matter?"
Then it all click.
"Bataan."
"Sir?"
"The Japanese Escort Fleet last week had a Hiei and Isokaze if I recalled correctly right?"
"Yes Sir. What does that have to..."
"You think what I'm thinking?"
"Just a hunch sir."
"Which Naval Base did they came from?"
"Yokosuka Naval Base led by Admiral Goto Sir."
"Contact Admiral Goto and tell him that I would like discuss certain matters with him."
"Anything else Sir?"
"Tell him that some of our girls got mixed in with his fleet and I wanted them back."
"Permission to Proceed Sir."
"Go."