Rule 11300: No more bribing submarines to do your dirty work, science!girls.
Rule 11300a: On that note, Archerfish will need significant repairs and Max is out for blood!
This wouldn't have happened if stupidity and romance were involved. Now granted the two seemed to go hand and hand, especially with more precocious couples. Now that being said, this still could've been avoided. What is "this?" We'll get to that later. First let's explain what actually happened.
Flashback, 3 days earlier. Submarine Base, Groton Ct. 14:00 (USN does not add 'hours' afterwords like some inferior branches)
There was the kind of quiet in the air that had everyone on edge. Because it was the type of quiet that usually preceded some form of mayhem, whether it was shipgirl induced or externally so. The 'calm before the storm' if you will. The storm turned out to arise from within which of course meant by the time the dust settled, the Admirals would be several shots if not more into their liquor stash.
The storm ironically enough came from a submarine not normally associated with trouble. All in all, Seawolf was usually a very well behaved girl. Don't get her confused with her sodium fueledor her trigger happy counterparts. And the less said about the floating coffin the better. Now that being said she was still a submarine, a nuc boat at that and although there were often doubts that she was related to the manically stealthy and, the more we think about it, creepy USS Jimmy Carter, there were those moments. This was one of them. Seawolf had a little known habit of taking any opportunity she could find to prove her stealthiness was just as good as her more clandestine sister. This was one of those rare opportunities.
Presented to her by, of all people, the Yurribi twins, Seawolf's task was to slip into Groton unnoticed, then slip into one of the airplane hangers and film Max and Archerfish "in action". The twins wanted to know a. how such a coupling actually was done and b. if said coupling would result in any children. Although Seawolf felt the latter could just be discovered upon Archerfish developing unusual cravings. Still, it wasn't her place to question anything. Her job was to simply have a periscope up and ready for when Archerfish felt like it was a good night to put on a show.
That night surprisingly took a while in developing. Archerfish had been on base for a while, her last patrol ending some time ago. This meant that the frenzied coupling that usually occurred immediately after a patrol had calmed down. But Seawolf just had to be patient. She knew that Archerfish was due to go back out soon and her intense studies of romantic relationships told her that another coupling was very likely to occur around that time.
It came sooner than she expected. Max, having spent two days cooped up in her hanger having her fuel system looked at, the navy wanted to add mid-air refueling to her, well as any grounded aircraft would, she was feeling frisky. Archerfish, due on patrol within the next week, was also keen. Thus Seawolf sat outside, well hidden in tall brush as she waited for Archerfish to go inside. Once the submarine had closed the pedestrian door, and the main hanger doors were also closed, the nucboat made her move. She used a thick tree limb to plant herself on the roof and her periscopes peeked in through a skylight.
The camera recorded some rather juicy delights that she was sure would make for excellent blackmail once she made copies. Like hell she was just turning this footage over to the Yurrabis. They were paying her good. Six months worth of free coupons to spend anywhere in Akhibura. But she had to film the whole thing first. The twins had insisted upon it and while they claimed it was for science! as all science!shipgirls claimed, Seawolf was certainly suspicious that there weren't other motives. She could certainly see the appeal. About halfway through, she found she needed to open her hatches and ventilate.
Of course right before the climax is where the bane of MSSB, a force known as karma, intervened. When you secretly film the porn of another shipgirl, be prepared to recieve a heavy dose. In this case, it was a sudden but powerful gust of wind through the open skylights. Courtesy of Max's all but screaming engines. Seawolf lost her balance and with a very audible yelp, slid off the roof and fell right into a stack of barrels labeled gunpowder. Her still exposed periscopes scraped along the metal edge of the building, showering the barrels with sparks.
The submarine gulped, currently less afraid of the odd couple now glaring daggers at her through the hanger door. "Oh scrap me." She moaned, staggering to her feet. Her propeller churned to make headway as her engine room rang for full power. But even Shimakaze can't beat the laws of physics and motion.
KABOOM!
One side of the hanger just exploded into bits. The rest quickly caught on fire. Seawolf was thrown over the trees and landed awkwardly in the river by the blast, bits of hull coming to the surface where she landed. Not a good sign. It was worse for Archerfish and Max.
Max sensed the explosion was coming around the same time Seawolf did and threw herself over Archerfish who gave a squawk of protest. The 737 was careful to keep the majority of her weight off the sub. She had her breaks set but even so one of the disks broke with the sheer effort of keeping herself immobile against the blast. The heat of the subsequent blaze warped her dark blue paint. Beneath the skin, hydraulic fluid boiled in its lines, bursting out in some places. Manual pulley cables took up the strain. Archerfish took a peak out from underneath her lovers landing gear but Max shoved her back down.
"Max honey, we need to move out of here." She coughed, the thick smoke beginning to clog her engine intake filters. But Max couldn't move. The blast had jammed the breaks on her right main gear, effectively locking her in place. Archerfish knew what she had to do. "I am so sorry about this sweetheart." She said as she severed the break lines on that side. Max offered nothing more than a wince as she and Archerfish limped outside. Archerfish was missing one of her stern planes and had to rely on Max for clear sailing. Besides the warped paint and the broken break disk, Max herself was okay.
The fire crews cheered at their appearance. Even Admiral Briggs praised their miraculous escape. But once the fire was out, attentions turned to finding the culprit. It didn't take long.
Present Day, Admiral's Office Submarine Base Groton Ct. 09:00
Seawolf took one look at the Admiral's face as she walked in and immediately raised the white flag up her tallest periscope. "I surrender!" She squealed.
"I thought you might say that. Unfortunately, I am not the one you will be surrendering too." A dark shadow descended upon the office and when Seawolf dared look to see who it was she immediately wished she didn't.
There was Max, paint still warped but those glass cockpit windows were fixated right on her. How did a plane manage such a terrifying glare? For some reason Seawolf got a picture in her mind of a terrifying lady rubbing her hands together with glee right before delivering punishment. Self preservation kicked in and she flew nothing but white flags from her periscopes. "Um, truce?" She tried, holding out her camera's memory card in one hand. If Seawolf was hoping that by turning over the evidence, Max would cut her some slack, she was about to be disappointed.