Rule by ijnfleetadmiral, snippet by me
14973. Wright has been forced to leave the Fleet Funny Farm early after you all made Admiral Wilson rethink her life choices.
In addition to developing a new appreciation for flag officers and the bullshit they have to put up with, Wright was beginning to understand why Briggs enjoyed the Fleet Funny Farm so much! The Salisbury steaks were exceptional! And the pudding was so mouthwatering she was tempted to bring back a bathtub full of the stuff. If she could convince one of the subs to "liberate" one for her that is.
Currently, the light carrier made her way into the command building and was met in the lobby by Portland. The cruiser had a familiar twinkle in her eye that Wright had come to dread.
"The fun never ends around here does it?" She thought. Out loud she said "Where's Admiral Wilson?"
"Yeah about that. We have no idea." Portland shrugged. "So basically she got on the base-wide PA system and announced, 'To all personnel: NOPE! Govern yourselves accordingly.' and then took off for parts unknown."
Wright resisted the urge to facepalm. "And since we don't know her usual hangouts like we do Briggs', we have no way of getting her back." She asked.
"Yep." Portland nodded. "Sorry about this Wright. We know you just got back and all-"
"Great." Wright sighed. "Do I want to know what you all did to Admiral Wilson?" She really didn't want to know but she needed to gauge, based on Portland's response, just how bad things were and how much damage control she needed to perform.
"Not unless you want a suite at the Farm." Portland replied.
So pretty bad then, wonderful! "Okay, I'll take over. The two days I got were good enough." That and Wright knew, based on the warnings her radar was giving her, that a certain someone was eager to welcome her back. And would be more than willing to assist with stress relief when need be.
The stairs shook under the weight of a very happy Russian cruiser as she charged downhill at 32 knots! "YOU'RE BACK!" From the landing of the first floor, Moskva launched herself onto Wright who staggered back at the impact of 12000 tons hitting her. The carrier found herself being covered in sloppy but very eager kisses and simultaneously held in a 130,000 hp steel grip.
Wright was sure some of her hull plates were bent inward. "I...missed...you...too...can't...breathe..." She gasped out.
Moskva let her go, a blush turning her face the color of her former flag. "S-sorry." She stammered.
Wright shook her head fondly and pulled her in for another hug, gentler this time. She followed that up with a kiss on the cruiser's cheek that left Moskva very flustered and Portland practically doubled over in silent laughter.