Alright, so here's another idea.
So, for a while I've been looking at the Kancolle series and I've seen a few interesting stories. One of these is called "Belated Battleship" by Obsessed Nuker (id: 11574990). It's a story about the USS New Jersey, an Iowa-class battleship who gets summoned by the Americans to help fight the Abyssal forces hand in hand with the Japanese and European forces. It an interesting one with lots of fluff and comedy, a nice story that I would highly recommend. A second is "Rise of Leviathan" by BlackAdder42 (id: 12232670) which is a Kancolle and Halo crossover where some of the UNSC ships are summoned into the Kancolle (anime) universe. It's another interesting series that's been pretty good so far so hopefully it goes far.
Then I had an idea: what if I did something similar to this but with Star Wars vessels? What if I took some of the most beloved vessels and gave them personalities and appearances that are as unique as they are? What if they had to work together to defeat the Abyssal forces, that being both Rebellion and Imperial vessels? Well, doesn't that sound like an interesting idea?
I will say that there is another inspiration for this story, that being "Welcome to the club" by Malicean (id: 10174174). Now the reason for this is that in the story the crew of the Executor, yes, the Super Star Destroyer, refer to her as "The Lady" and appears to have some kind of hyper-advanced, self-aware AI suite built into her systems who seems to care for her crew, even for Luke and Vader despite Luke is considered an "enemy" early on. I won't spoil the rest of the story, but I highly recommend reading it as it is a good read bringing in old EU characters with an interesting hypothetical question that's posed to the readers.
But enough about vastly superior stories to mine (in my opinion) and let's get this show on the road.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Star Wars belongs to Disney and Kantai Collection (Kancolle) belongs to Kadokawa. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
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"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Narration.
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Sometimes, pleas can reach across space and time. Factions, once enemies to one another decades before, now fight together against an enemy united to free their seas and those that they fight on behalf of. But sometimes, those pleas can extend further than anticipated to a whole new breed of vessel.
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Executor
Battle of Endor
5 ABY
The Imperial Super Star Destroyer (more aptly a Super Star Dreadnought) Executor looked upon the final battle between the Rebellion scum and the glorious Empire she was built to serve and protect. At the end of the day, the Rebellion would be crushed and she would celebrate with her crew. The crew called her the Lady. They referred to her like she was a benevolent god providing protection and safety to her people and punishing all those that would harm her family. Her crew. She could feel on her decks the boots of rushing pilots heading to their fighters and crew members tapping away at their stations pointing her glorious guns at the enemy to turn them into stardust. She could feel the hits she was taking from that enemy Mon Cala cruiser called the Home One. Oh, she hated that ship. It taunted her. What the Lady had in arms, the Home One had in armor and shielding. One might say she envied the enemy on that alone.
She could feel every hit she was taking from the enemy vessels and the swarms of enemy snubfighters swarming around her, trying to get a lucky shot in. She could feel the transponders of her own TIE Fighters swarming in response to fight them off. During the battle, something changed. She felt the shield surrounding the Death Star drop and comm signals from the surface on both Imperial and Rebel bands reporting that the shield generator complex had been destroyed. The two entire squadrons of fighters immediately started to swarm the one major weak point on the battle station, something that she was baffled hadn't been sealed shut for the duration of the battle: an access shaft large enough for a Corellian freighter to fit down… and there it went.
There were times when the Lady had to question Imperial logic. Sure, it made sense to destroy their enemies with extreme prejudice, but why they never double-checked things before putting a plan into action baffled her.
Then it happened. She felt her shields shudder as her bridge was exposed. She felt like something was there before it suddenly disappeared. She realized it was one of her primary shield generators. She felt her crew scramble to get the shields to coalesce and cover the now naked bridge. She could take a beating, but even ships as large as her can only take so much punishment. The Rebel fighters were sticking to her cityscape which made her point defense guns Almost useless, she had to wholly depend on her fighters and other smaller escort vessels which seemed to be almost suspiciously absent. There were two fighters that she spotted and had a clear shot at and took that shot. The X-Wing took the full brunt of a turbolaser blast, the A-Wing took shrapnel from its former comrade and started to spin out of control. Almost anticlimactically, she felt the impact of a single A-Wing hit her bridge and explode.
Immediately, she felt herself lose control of her own guidance systems. They locked up in an awkward position causing her to careen towards the Death Star II. She fought against it, but she was already on a collision course that couldn't be averted. The Lady held one duty at the moment, and that was to her crew. She sounded the klaxon to abandon ship. She knew that everyone wouldn't make it out, there were almost three-hundred thousand crew members. There was no way that all of them were going to get to escape pods, shuttles, and any unlaunched TIEs. If there was one thing that she had to criticize her builders at Kuat Drive Yards, it was that there were definitely not enough escape pods for the crew to escape in the extremely unlikely chance that she was to go down. As the curvature of the Death Star became more pronounced, she had the thought that a lot of KDY's ships were pretty ill equipped to save their crews in the case of disaster.
She felt a few hundred escape pods launch from their bays and a few shuttles and TIEs attempt to abandon ship. But for everyone else, she was 'falling' quickly towards the surface of the massive battle station. A few picoseconds before she hit the surface, she sent a small missive towards the fleet as well as the Death Star of a small 'I'm sorry'. As the tip of her bow touched the surface of the battle station, she felt the durasteel frame she was built upon start to buckle and collapse under the gargantuan mass behind the impact. Reactors were punctured and exploded outward.
To those watching, the Super Star Dreadnaught Executor went down in a spectacular blaze. To the vessels of the Rebel Alliance, cheers broke out in seeing the flagship of the Empire going down. To the Imperial vessels, they cried out in terror at their Lady going down. The Lady knew no more as the fire that her own superstructure fueled the fire that consumed her. The Battle of Endor would end less than one Galactic Standard hour later when the Death Star exploded.
But the journey of the Executor, the Lady, was far from over.
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Raddus
Near Crait
30 ABY
The cruiser Raddus was not having a good week. She had been recalled from the Outer Rim to come back to the D'Quar Resistance base to evacuate the remaining members of what was little more than a planetary militia. Don't get her wrong, she loved her crew and the passengers, but she was tired and annoyed. She had been bombarded by the massive Star Dreadnought owned by the First Order. She was outright convinced that by her appearance the vessel was shirt and fat and her weapon complement was overcompensating for something. A snicker appeared in her mind as she thought that. But that laugh came with a sharp pain as she remembered the damage that had been wrought upon her.
Her hangars were in shambles, that being those that would launch her fighter complement. Her bridge was slag from the son of her captain. And her rear was being hammered by turbolaser bombardment from the Supremacy for many hours now and she was running low on energy. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't going to give up, but every vessel had a breaking point and she was nearing hers. Based on the events of the last few minutes she had to question her only occupant's intelligence levels.
First, she replied on her fame alone as a rear admiral to convince the crew that she had a plan with their best interest in mind. That backfired gloriously when the commander (captain) of her fighter squadrons led a mutiny that no one stood in opposition against her. Every one of the remaining crew was in full defense of Poe Dameron. While she thought that Poe's plan was foolhardy at best, but it gave the crew hope, something that Holdo's lack of communication didn't give the crew. In hindsight, Raddus thought that if Holdo had said that she had a plan in order to give them hope that they might see tomorrow, Poe would have never gone through with his plan and there would be more crew safe than there was now.
She also had an issue with how the admiral conducted her plan. Raddus was a large cruiser with many hard points for docking. If it were up to her she would have brought in the three frigate sized ships that were once part of her fleet under her shield and would share resources between them in order to keep resources from being wasted. But that was all in the past. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, they say.
Now, she was furious. At her only occupant, at the First Order, and at the unfairness of it all. Her crew was slowly getting picked off one by one. Methodically, even. She could feel the smugness rolling off of the Supremacy and her fleet. She wanted to wipe the smugness right off their faces, and it seemed as though the admiral had the same idea, albeit much slower than her because she was a machine with astonishingly fast processing while the admiral was wholly organic.
She felt the safeties being released from the hyperdrive, specifically the safeties that prevented a ship from jumping when a solid mass was in front of them. She knew what the admiral wanted to do, she wanted to ram them at lightspeed. There were only three people that could remove those safeties: the manufacturer of the hyperdrive, the head engineer of the vessel itself, and the current captain of the vessel. The admiral put the coordinates into her navicomputer and she turned about to face the massive First Order ship. She gunned her engines making a beeline for the ship. She shifted her shields forward right as turbolaser fire started to wash over her.
The Supremacy stopped firing on the small, defenseless transports and focused all of their fire on her. She felt the lever to activate her hyperdrive get pulled, and at the same time internally smirked. A picosecond before the hyperdrive kicked in, she sent a message to the Supremacy saying, "It's a trap." She might as well honor one of Ackbar's greatest quoted lines in history after the Rebellion rightfully kicked the Empire to the curb.
The instant that her hyperdrive kicked in, the Raddus knew no more but darkness. But to those that did watch, the Raddus went out with a bang. With her one, final stunt, she took out more than a dozen Resurgence-class destroyers and crippled the Supremacy indefinitely. If the Raddus was somehow still conscious, she would have been satisfied with her final kill count. The Raddus' sacrifice would give the remaining members of the Resistance time to eventually escape down to the planet; from there their fate is in their own hands.
But like the Executor, her journey isn't complete either.
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Chimaera
Unknown Regions
45 ABY
The Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Chimaera was what many considered to be an 'old maid'. She had been around for almost sixty years in active service. She had seen the rise of the Empire's greatest enemy, the Rebellion and had participated in many campaigns against them as the flagship of the greatest of Grand Admirals that graced the face of the galaxy, Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Or, as many knew him, Thrawn. She served the Grand Admiral faithfully alongside his second in command Pelleon for many years until Thrawn was unceremoniously betrayed by Rukh, his bodyguard. She remembered that day vividly. Thrawn was about to crush the New Republic with his genius tactical analysis and execution only to be stabbed in the back just before the apex of victory. She wept that day. A commander she had faithfully and happily served under for over a decade died.
From there, she remained in the Empire for a while until the New Republic and Imperial Remnant joined forces during the Yuuzahn Vong War and eventually became the Galactic Alliance. From there she served with the GA during the Second Galactic Civil War started by Jacen Solo. Now that war was over and was reassigned to near the Unknown Regions to take care of shakedown runs. She was old and she knew it. Her hardware was outdated even if weapons didn't evolve that much over the years, they did get more powerful at times and got more accurate. She was a relic of an old age; old ages if you wanted to get specific, she belonged in a museum. Well, at least by current standards. But she still had the fighting spirit in her to put up one more fight.
However, much to her wishes, that would not come to pass. She would not go out in a blaze of glory like the Executor or many other vessels on both the Rebellion and Empire had done before her. No, she was outrunning a supernova and losing. Her crew was panicking and there wasn't a thing that she could do to reassure them that they would make it out alive. The escape pods wouldn't be able to outrun a supernova. The fighters wouldn't be able to as it would catch up too quickly. Frankly, she and her crew were boned and there was nothing that they could do that would get them home safe. She lamented that fact.
There were emergency comms that went out from her to all parts of the galaxy to loved ones of her crew stating the situation and that they weren't going to make it out alive. The safeties that kept her ship from jumping had been engaged and the engineering crew worked tirelessly in trying to get them to open up and allow them to risk a risky jump into hyperspace to escape the fireball of death and destruction coming their way.
However, much to the dismay of her crew, the cloud of death speeding along at light speed caught up with them as they were only traveling at sublight and consumed them. To everyone on board, along with Chimaera, it was a quick death. One moment they were alive, the next they were atomized in less than a blink of an eye.
But like the Executor and Raddus, the Chimaera's journey was not yet at an end.
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Meanwhile, in a place farther than the universe…
On a little ball of rock aptly named by its inhabitants as 'Earth', war was a constant threat to the people of it for millennia. In the entire history of the planet, humans had killed each other indiscriminately for centuries with little peace worldwide except for a small 10-year period or so. If there was one guarantee about this planet, is that somewhere at any one time there was one person killing another in the name of a religion, a cause, or for their country (or for the lack of one, like in the case of revolutionaries or anarchists).
On this ball of dirt, the human race faced another war. Not one from a specific nation, but one from the mysterious naval forces of the Abyssal fleet; an entity which showed no quarter or mercy for civilian or military forces alike. Any country that was next to a body of water was instantly vulnerable to attack at any time. The military of Japan mobilized in response to attacks on civilian populations but was defeated not by superior equipment, but what looked like girls bearing miniaturized versions of hardware mounted on warships. While human casualties were low, the loss of many ships was a blow to the fledgling, reemerged military whose restrictions from the Second World War had been repealed to allow them to defend their homeland. Japan wasn't the only country that was affected.
The countries that were more landlocked and could provide for themselves and their people were better off than countries like Guam, Puerto Rico, Cuba, and Japan in terms of resources and the ability to provide for their people. Japan had to constantly ferry in supplies from other nations like Russia, China, and South Korea usually at higher than normal rates due to both demand and the danger factor. The short of it was that Japan and other island-like nations were screwed and they were on a slow decline to extinction. But hope was not entirely lost.
After months of intense study from religious factions and occultic scholars, an answer was found to what these beings were and how to defeat them. These beings were the spirits of fallen war vessels that were now attacking those they once served. So, a counter-offensive was initiated. The knowledge that these were deceased spirits of fallen vessels got one occultic scientist to start thinking, 'what if we summoned some of our own ships to fight for us?' An excellent question, and with that began the long and arduous task of finding out how to actually summon a ship. Long story, and weird explanation, short, they managed to figure out how to summon girls who were the embodiments of vessels long since sunk. Knowledge of this was passed along to various nations to assist them in their own defenses, but none where it was needed most than Japan did.
Within the year, the nations of Japan and the United Kingdom had an entire fleet (individually) of ship-girls that were once ships belonging to that nation to fight against the Abyssal fleet. Sure, it wasn't perfect and the nations suffered less, but it was far from perfect. Ship-girls helped escort modern age ships carrying supplies from allied nations which put less pressure on local growers and ranchers to provide for an entire nation while on a quota. While things were better for these nations, they were far from perfect.
The reasoning for this explanation is because at one of the secretive bases in the Pacific Theater in which these ship-girls were summoned had been discovered and was under attack from the Abyssal fleet localized in the area. This was, of course, a solid tactic: take out the places where your enemy was generating their weapons that they were using against you.
The small island off the coast of Japan had been a spiritual hotspot of activity making it a nexus perfect for summoning ship-girls. The island base was being shelled by Abyssal ships and bombarded by their aircraft. In a desperate act of desperation, the small garrison of soldiers of mixed origins (that being Japanese, Korean, and American) attempted to summon a ship-girl, or three, to save their 'bacon'. Attached to each base was a 'summoning specialist', someone who was capable of summoning a ship-girl when required or requested. Right as the 'ritual of summoning' was completed and the magical circle had been activated, a bomb belonging to an Abyssal bomber came through the bunker's ceiling and killed everyone within.
In the center of the magical circle, a black hole-like void appeared. Everything was sucked into it that wasn't nailed down and wasn't living. Guns, concrete, shrapnel, computer consoles, and bodies were sucked into the void. The only thing that remained were dog tags of the fallen. One soldier who had yet to die saw something that would stick with him through death and would follow him into the next life. The void collapsed and exploded outward in a flash of light that when it faded revealed the crumpled forms of three girls dressed rather peculiarly.
The first was the smaller of the three who seemed to wear an officer's outfit of pure white and on it had a strange insignia of which half looked like a wheel with spokes and the other half was a kind of wedge or bird. While much shorter than the other two, she looked to be much older than them; it wasn't an appearance thing, but an aura of wisdom and knowledge that can only be gained through years of experience. Her hair was of a blue-black texture that made it look like the vast void of space. The second girl was taller than the first by a few inches and she was dressed completely different. She wore a leather jacket on top of a plain work t-shirt with pants that had a red strip running the length of the pants, and on Her shoulder was a red, bird-like emblem. Her hair was tied up in a bun that implied that she knew something about fashion or cared about her physical appearance to others regardless of what she wore. Her hair was of a chestnut-brown. The third girl was the tallest of the three by a solid foot, making her appear almost Amazonian by comparison. She wore what looked like a catsuit that looked more appropriate in a BDSM fetish club without the shine that latex had rather than some kind of uniform. She also had a cap on her head that looked like an old German officer's hat had that wheel with spokes on it, but unlike the first girl was of the whole emblem and not half of it.
The three simultaneously groaned and stood up. They got to their feet relatively quickly but didn't look at each other, at least, not immediately.
"My head," one girl complained, the one in the jacket, as she placed her hand on her head. "Who knew slamming into a larger ship at lightspeed would hurt so much?" The soldier placed her accent that of an American, or Canadian, and from the west coast.
"At least you had the pleasure of it happening quickly," the second girl complained, this one being the one in the catsuit. She had a very high British accent, like those used by the Queen and the royal family. That being of high society and stature. "I had to experience every agonizing picosecond of slowly crashing into a larger object." She too was grabbing her head.
The third one was groggy, not saying anything, but all of a sudden started patting herself as if trying to put out a fire. When she realized that she wasn't on fire, she cleared her throat as to dispel an awkward moment as the other two were staring at her. "Well, that was unpleasant," she said in a similar accent to the taller girl.
"What happened to you?" the catsuit girl asked.
"Burned up in a supernova," she said somewhat sheepishly.
The catsuit girl saw the jacketed girl out of the corner of her eye and pulled out a pistol. "Who are you? What's your designation?" she demanded.
The jacketed girl noted that it was an SE-14C, a standard issue Imperial era officer's pistol. She held up her hands in a non-threatening gesture. "Raddus, heavy cruiser," the now named jacketed girl replied. Her hand slowly snaked towards the small of her back where she felt a weight.
"Raddus, the name does sound familiar, but I don't recall an Imperial heavy cruiser named that."
"I think it's fair turn to supply your name," Raddus carefully demanded. She could feel the grip of a pistol. A K-16 Bryar pistol if she wasn't mistaken. Raddus knew that this girl had a superiority complex and was going to exploit the hell out of it.
Anticipated, she flipped her hair flippantly and replied, "Executor." However, she said it more like 'Egg-zeg-you-tor' when she said it, it was in that high posh accent.
Raddus tried to keep her shock down to a minimum, but Executor caught the slight twitch. After all, everyone had heard of the massive Star Dreadnought, after all, only five were ever put into production and all five had been destroyed over the years from everything from being attacked to misfortune. Plus, something confused her. Executor went down over Endor during the Battle of Endor; it was a well-documented event. After all, Home One had been the one to record the clearest footage of the massive warship going down. Raddus herself went down in a final ditch suicide run, and this third girl went down in a supernova. For all intents and purposes, they were destroyed with all hands. But they were here, and as humans on top of it. Well, that was on the outside; on the inside she still felt her crew marching about going to their stations awaiting their orders. She felt their footfalls on her decks as they raced to their positions.
"I see you noticed it too," the much older sounding girl stated.
"Explain," Executor demanded. "And what is your designation?"
"I'm surprised it has taken you this long to notice it," the girl explained with an elegance in speech that made Raddus think of someone. Someone who hadn't been seen for many decades and was feared and by the very utterance of his name would cause the pants of those wearing them to become soiled even years after his death. "We are human when we should not be." She started to pace like a cat stalking its prey. "I'm surprised you haven't recognized me, Executor. Don't you remember the name of the vessel of the only non-human Grand Admiral to ever grace the Empire with his intellect?" she asked with a knowing grin.
Executor's eyes narrowed. "Chimaera," she almost seethed.
"Indeed."
"What is your cowardly hull doing here? I thought you ran away when I was destroyed."
"Oh, I'm far from cowardly. It was under Thrawn's command that we almost decimated the New Republic."
Executor scoffed, "Almost?"
"Yes, if it wasn't for the untimely betrayal of my greatest of commander's allies at the precipice of victory with the reveal of what the Empire did to its homeworld, the New Republic would have been decimated and the Empire of the Hand would have taken its place."
This was news to Raddus, she hasn't heard of Thrawn coming back at all to take on the New Republic, he disappeared shortly after the Battle of Endor with a flight path aimed at the Unknown Regions.
This must have caught Chimaera's attention because she added, "But it seems there is even more things at play."
"Elaborate," Executor demanded.
"You should respect your elders," she chided, which caused Executor to blush and emit a 'tch'. "Tell me, what do you know about the name Raddus?"
The dreadnaught shrugged. "Only that he was a Rebel admiral early in the Rebellion."
"Yes, and what is the name of the ship you're currently pointing a blaster at?"
"Raddus."
"Now, why would they name a ship after a leader. I personally don't remember a heavy cruiser named Raddus and I've been in service much longer than you were," Chimaera bragged, obviously poking at the fact that Executor went down in her first major offensive. On her own against a small picket, the Executor's massive presence and escort decimated any opposition but being swarmed by so many fighters and other capital ships it became impossible to not sustain damage. "The begs the question," she trailed as she turned towards Raddus, "what year were you manufactured and what model are you?"
"Twenty years after the Empire's failure at Jakku," Raddus defiantly replied. She paused before continuing, "MC85 Star Cruiser."
All Chimaera could do was hum for a moment, one might have thought it was the sound of her engines based on the frequency used. "There were no MC85's developed by the Mon Cala at that time. By that time the entire galaxy was embroiled in a war with an extragalactic threat."
"What do-?" Raddus asked before she was cut off by an exploding shell that sounded like it was ballistic based on its construction. Said explosion caused the foundation of the structure they were in to shake and loose dust fell to the ground.
"It seems as though our quiet time here has come to an end," Chimaera stated the obvious. "I propose a truce," she suggested.
"A truce? With this Rebel scum?" Executor shouted, insulted at the thought.
"This wouldn't be the first time the Empire and Rebellion came together to face a common threat. I can personally think of two, one of which I personally took part in." She stepped in between the two warships, one of which was definitely not from the same timeline as her and Executor. "What I propose is this: we fight together to find answers regarding why we're here and why we are shaped like humans despite having the feeling of ship interiors. Something else is at play here."
"And is that your opinion or that gained from your former admiral?" Executor prodded.
"It is simple logic. Something brought us here for some reason, and now something else is firing upon us. I think it would be prudent and logical to pool our resources to ensure our survival."
Another rumble happened followed by the loud sound of an explosion, but not much further away than a kilometer. Someone was definitely shelling them. "What makes you think that I, Executor, needs assistance?" the dreadnought asked implying an insult to both ships.
"That's rich, that coming from the 'impressive' ship that was one-shotted by a single out of control A-Wing," Raddus taunted, making sure to input as much venom as possible into a single insult.
Executor gritted her teeth in anger, clearly affected by said insult. Her finger curled around the trigger, and clearly, Chimaera saw that because she interjected, "While I would not put it in such crass of a way, I agree. You forget the absolute basics of ship-based warfare. You need escort vessels that move faster than you can to protect your aft. Your own point defense system is lacking there, just like any Rebel warship." She made sure to lean in closer to Executor. "Whether you want to admit it or not, you need us if not for anything else but for an escort role."
Executor grit her teeth harder. If someone listened closely they would have heard the sound of metal grinding against itself. "Fine!" she shouted in an outburst.
Chimaera turned towards Raddus, "Will you work with us for the time being?"
Raddus considered her options. She only had two, fight or run. Unfortunately, Executor was a larger ship with a larger armament and fighter wing. While she had superior shields and fighter support, the TIE fighters would overwhelm her with the combined firepower from both warships. "Yes, but don't think that I like it," Raddus replied.
"Then we are in agreement," Chimaera stated, "we will join forces until a point in which we can return to our respective forces."
All three of them felt a wave of power that they had never felt before in their lives wash over them. There was a flash of light and all three felt heavier but it was like none of their mass changed, however. It was more like the weight being shifted from one place to another. When the light faded each looked like they had been armored up to a certain extent. Each had a brace which bristled with weapons emplacements. Chimaera had the least amount of eight quad-linked turbolaser cannons, two on her arms and two more on extended hardpoints. Raddus had a similar setup but the weapons looked smaller and were in a different configuration in terms of hard points; hers seems to more in line with attacking head-on rather than the tried and true broadside barrages that Imperial destroyers were able to pull off. Executor, on the other hand, was bristling with weapons emplacements everywhere; arms, legs, head, it didn't matter as she had miniature turbolaser and point defense batteries riddled all over. She was a true force to be reckoned with; in fact, on her left arm, it looked like she had the entire starboard side of her ship on her arm, all of the emplacements moving towards the enemy.
"Now that we are fully operable, let us greet those who gave us such a rude awakening," Chimaera stated. She was letting onto something that the others didn't know and knowing her famous former admiral, they didn't like that.
All three activated their repulsorlift engines currently located in their shoes and floated up towards the broken bunker's ceiling. In their hands, they held blaster rifles. For Raddus it was the Bryar rifle, for Chimaera the TL-50 heavy repeater and for Executor it was the heavy hitting T-21b. As they floated over the island, confirming that they were on a planet, they all reached out with their sensors to find what was shelling them. They were what appeared to be pale girls dressed in form-fitting costumes that were one size too small, which should have been impossible considering they were form-fitting, but somehow these girls pulled it off. The second thing that the three noticed about the girls is that they radiated pure malice. The only thing that Executor could compare it to was either Vader or the Emperor; but when she was in the vicinity of the Death Star she felt the malice rolling off the man, despite the fact she was made to serve his empire, it made her sick just from being around him. These pale girls were radiating a much lesser level of that but still made her feel slightly sick.
Executor raised her blaster, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Out came the lance of a plasma bolt. But something unexpected happened. About a few dozen meters in front of her the bolt exploded into a flash of sparks, and what remained was a trio of TIE Defenders. The TIEs started ducking and weaving around the projectiles fired at them, them being mostly metal pellets fired at barely supersonic speeds pinged harmlessly off their shields and hull.
Not wanting to feel left out, Raddus shouldered her K-16 and felt the instinctual need to pull the trigger three times. When she did, three blaster bolts came out and exploded in a shower of sparks revealing a B-Wing and two X-Wings, they too joined the fray, specifically targeting the pale girls. Chimaera, on the other hand, did nothing. She eyed the horizon as if analyzing an unseen entity. Both Executor and Raddus could hear the pilots inside their heads shouting orders and calling out enemy fighters and seafaring vessels to each other.
"It appears this planet hasn't reached interstellar travel," Chimaera observed. She raised her E-11 rifle and aimed towards where she felt something over the horizon and fired a single bolt towards it. Same as what happened to Executor and Raddus, the bolt exploded into sparks and a single TIE Hunter flew off over the horizon, its s-foils locked into cruising position. With her scout checking in to ensure communications, she turned towards the battle between ships about to erupt.
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Meanwhile…
Several kilometers away from visual range
When the alert was heard from Station 7, a mobilization force was immediately sortied upon the Admiral's orders. Response Fleet 2 was sortied to take on this mission. They sailed at three-quarters speed as to conserve fuel for the inevitable battle as well as to get there with all due haste. This had been several hours ago and they were getting close to their objective. The group consisted of a single carrier, three battleships, two frigates, three torpedo cruisers, and a single heavy cruiser.
The island was already coming into sight and the smoke rising didn't look good at all. In the distance, the carrier, the flagship of this response team, felt a ping on her radar. It was moving much faster than any propeller plane, but much slower than a fighter jet; in fact, it was about the right size of one of the many craft that she herself would launch. If her ears weren't deceiving her, she thought that she heard screaming. But it wasn't like the type that you'd heard in a scary movie or hear other people emit when watching scary movies, but it was a kind of solid screech that no human could make.
It was then something streaked past them in the opposite direction. It was black, ball-shaped, and looked like it had wings; but it most certainly did not have any visible engine and those wings looked to be too small to provide adequate lift. Had the Abyssals come up with a new machine of war?
The craft made an impossibly tight turn and headed towards them, buzzing them. The carrier caught the sight of what looked like a fairy dressed in all black, but she couldn't tell if it was a fairy due to it wearing a helmet that hid its facial features.
"What the heck is-?" was the only thing their heavy cruiser got out before the craft sped off towards the island.
"Come on, girls! Double time!" one battleship encouraged, she was an American battleship who had been assigned to their squad not too long ago. Without the word of their flagship, they all went to full speed ahead towards the island in unison. But when they got there less than ten minutes later, what they saw shocked them to their core.
There were three girls there. But that was not what shocked them. It was the fact that they were deploying fighter escort support and raining hellfire on the Abyssal task force that was tasked with destroying the base. The one the looked like she had an entire fleet's worth of weapons on her right arm opened fire and the distance between the two sets of ships was bathed in green lances of light so thick it was impossible for anything to get through it. The beams first started spraying like water out of a blocked hose, but slowly the paths of those beams focused on the Abyssal ships causing massive gaping holes that were edged with molten, chitinous metal.
Lances of crimson shot out of the other ship as well which found their targets much quicker. The only girl not firing a single shot was the smallest of the three. She seemed to be examining every movement, every reaction that the Abyssal vessels were performing. There were fighters flying around the Abyssals showing multiple designs making it appear that they were made by two different factions. Which begged the question, which of the two were carrier-class? One was blatantly obvious, but the other, not so much.
Finally, missiles were launched from the strange t-shaped fighter which hit the main Abyssal ship-girl causing her to explode in a fireball of quickly expanding gasses. The rest of the animal-like Abyssal ships were pierced by the lances of light sent from the two-unknown ship-girls causing them to explode as well. It was only after the sounds of battle settled that the girls noticed that these new, unknown girls were flying. The fighters returned to who launched them. The odd tri-winged, ball fighters returned to the massive ship-girl and the t and x winged fighters returned to the girl who looked like she had more organic armor.
A final fighter, the same that the group saw earlier, landed on the smaller ship-girl's finger like a butterfly. The top of it popped open to show a miniature figure clad in a black suit not dissimilar to the one ship-girl. It took off its helmet to show that it was, in fact, a fairy. It saluted the girl dressed in white and 'spoke' in its chirpy voice. The girl nodded and the fighter and the fairy disappeared, remerging with its ship once again. The girl in white signaled to the others and they approached at surprisingly high speeds.
The girls in the water-bound group hoisted their weapons, but their flagship waved them off. The three didn't have their weapons raised, but it was apparent that they were relatively new as their turrets still tracked them, their subconscious minds still considering them a threat for the moment. However, the one in white seemed calm, almost too calm if she wanted to get picky about it.
"Who are you?" the flagship asked.
"If you are asking about designations, I am the Imperial I-class destroyer Chimaera," the girl in white, now known as Chimaera, gestured to herself. She gestured to the girl with the more organic designed armor. "This is the heavy cruiser Raddus." The girl in a leather jacket waved slightly, her turrets following her hand movements. "And this is the Executor-class dreadnaught Executor." The final girl didn't bow nor wave, she was dismissive of them as if they didn't exist; like they were below her. "We would like to speak with whoever is in charge."
To be continued…?
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And there we go, one more pilot down. That was kind of fun, wasn't it?
Well, I don't really have any numbered notes this time around other than the unnamed girls may be a OC related (but based on real ships) ship fleet, but I do have some ideas on what I sort of want to do with this story should I go forward with it further. The first of which is that I want to incorporate more ships from both Legends and canon sources of Star Wars into this. I love the Raider II-class corvette (think of the Corvus from Battlefront II [2017]) as well as the Dreadnaught-class heavy cruisers both of which have their roots in Legends. I sort of want to build an entire fleet made up of classic and iconic Star Wars capital ships.
This is the primary reason why I had 2 Imperial and 1 "Rebel" ship. Most of the Imperial vessels are destroyed while not many known and named Rebel/New Republic vessels are destroyed by comparison. One thing that I'd want to get my hands on at least figuratively is ships from the Old Republic era. That would be fun.
The second thing is that I don't want this to be a one-sided deal, I want the Abyssals to have some kind of cards up their sleeve for vessels from the Star Wars universe, that's something that I would have to highly consider.
The third thing is that Kancolle, as an anime, is a comedy-drama and that's something that I would have to highlight and explore with these girls pretty much getting Lvl. 10 Culture Shock being in a world which hasn't explored past their moon as well as other things, so that kind of stuff will be interesting.
But let me know what you guys thought of it. Was it good? Was it bad? Like something, not like something? Let me know in the reviews because it helps me become a better writer by proxy.
I'll see you guys all next time in whatever I do next!
