6123. Whoever left the puddle slimes in the baths, the shipgirls want a word with you. I'd start running now.
There are a few things that are well documented about shipgirls, one is that class and mass tends to cause them to appear at certain ages with battleships and carriers generally appearing the oldest while destroyers and below or certain submarines appeared to be the youngest, usually between six and sixteen. It's also known that a lot of submarines tend towards more extreme personalities, often nymphomania, kleptomania and egomania among others. Of course, there are exceptions to known rules, particularly when other things play a part.
One such exception was the dark haired destroyer girl lounging on the surface of the Portsmouth baths, or at least the swimming baths close to Portsmouth's naval base. Stretching slightly, she frowned as her sonar fairy picked up two contacts closing on her position. Dropping her legs into the water, she frowned slightly, looking around the pool, noting the other girls hanging around the edges, mostly chatting to one another or in a couple of cases swimming laps in the roped off area.
Subsurface contacts?
Frowning, she focused on her sonar, trying to get a fix on where the contacts were in relation to her.
She was just starting to turn back towards where her sonar was telling her they were coming from when she felt two pairs of hands trying to grope her. Lashing out, she managed to grab the ears of the offending subs, digging her nails in and twisting as she hauled them up enough that their torsos were out of the water. "Iku and Harder, I might have known," she grumbled. "You know, I'm sure your girlfriends won't be too happy with you two groping someone that's not them, particularly since I'm a destroyer and everyone forgets some of us know about that side of things."
"W-well it can be hard to tell under water, Zenith" Harder managed around a pained grimace.
Zenith rolled her eyes at the pair of them. "IFF, periscope, I believe you two know how to use them bo—" she cut off as her surface radar picked up more contacts heading their way. A yelp and a screech from behind had her letting the two subs go and dropping herself into the water as the contacts moved, one jumping through the space her back had been to splatter itself into Iku's face, causing the sub to go over backwards, kicking out as she tried to clear her face.
Gasping out a stream of bubbles as one of Iku's feet slammed hard into her ribs, Zenith barely prevented herself from sucking in pool water as she kicked back to the surface. "What the fuck? Ngg… ow. That's going to leave a mark." She looked up as Iku and Harder managed to pry some sort of blue slime off the former's face, leaving it coated in goop, and toss the thing back into the water.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Iku yelled, spitting slime.
"Some sort of slime thing," Harder replied, grimacing at her hands.
Zenith shrugged, then blinked as she spotted some sort of crystal. "Well fuck," she deadpanned. "Yeah, it's a slime." Reaching out, she picked the crystal off the surface of the water and holding it in front of her. "We'd best get out of here, and make sure no other slimes are around. The last lot were a pain in the ass, especially the ones that ate the shit of two other types." She shrugged again as the other two looked at her, making her way towards the nearest pool edge.
A few minutes later, she and the rest of the shipgirls were in the locker room, where, fortunately, the slimes hadn't followed, not that they hadn't left an impression given that of the twenty or so girls, none were slime free.
"Alright," Iku said, using a towel to wipe the slime from her face. "What the fuck was that?"
"I'm… not entirely sure." Zenith sighed, rubbing a hand through her now gooped hair and grimacing at the feel of it. "Couple of weeks back someone managed to get slimes here, how I have no clue, but they did. Apart from the obvious issue," she waved her hand for emphasis, "there was another that was two fold. First, those slimes got hungry and raided stores, hence the resupply run for things not so easy to get in Europe, and when they ate, they crapped." She held up the crystal she had picked up earlier. "Vanguard thinks these things could be useful for something, but they also highlighted another issue. While the slimes ignored the shits their own type dropped fucking everywhere, they were plenty inclined to eat another type's. First one eaten resulted in the slimes more than quadrupling in size and gaining attributes from the type that dropped whatever shit they'd eaten, by the by, blue ones had spikes, which did a number on our docks, hence this." She waved around them. "Second shit they ate… things got messy. We're still not sure what happened but they went hyper aggressive on everything that moved. Fortunately they were killed by water, this lot aren't, which makes me wonder where they came from."
"Wherever it is, Commander Glenn is going to be looking into it, after she's sent some marines here with vacuums," one of the other girls said, putting away a mobile phone.
"Vacuums?"
"They suck the things up well enough. Glenn said we get to deal with whoever is responsible."
The grins the girl got in answer to that from the slimed shipgirls showed far too many teeth.