12125: Shipgirls, whith boring or 'embarrassing' service lives, are not to act suicidally in order to gain respect.
12125a: This goes doubly for the traumatised ones!
rule by Son-Of-DANCAS
'Damn those divebombers...' was the thought running through Niels Juels head, as she looked up from the remains of the Carrier Demon... and right at the half-dozen Re-class battleships...
Battleships that were, understandably, pissed that she just slaughtered their flagship.
In her bridge, fairey Carl Westermann facepalmed at his ship.
"Right, all guns, load brisant, and ready all torpedotubes!" Niels Juel calmly ordered as she drew her sword, the idea of fleeing not even occuring to the panicking Coastal Defence Ship.
"Hej! hej! (You heard her! And start the song too!)" Came the response from her captain.
As "Kong Christian stod i Høien Mast" started playing, the pride of the Danish Navy prepared for her last stand... again.
"Kom an i sløve hunde! For Danmark!" Came her cry, as she charged the Re-class battleline.
'This is going to suck...' were her actual thoughts, a sentiment that was shared by her entire crew.
—
"Damn that Danskjävlel..." Came the muttered words from HsvMS Sverige, as she and the rest of their Task Force were desperately searched for their danish compatriot.
It had all started when HMS Iron Duke, their british compatriot, had made a disparaging comment about 'Juel's service history. That had but her in a depressed mood for the entire expedition...
THEN, an entire airfleet of abyssal planes had attacked, out of nowhere, more than half of them divebombers. After a brief, but panicked fight, the entire abyssal force turned around and left. However 'Juel, who had been the face of panic, even as she shoot down more than half of their divebombers, suddenly gained a look of pure, unadultered berserker rage. She promptly charged after the fleeing planes, with literrally impossible speed... And the rest of the fleet still haven't caught up.
Untill they did.
'What the hell?' Was the general thought going through the fleet, as the watched the carnage. The butchered remains of a Carrier Demon, were floating aimlessly, however that was not the most shocking thing. Just ahead were Niels Juel, locked in hand to hand combat with a Re-class, surrounded by the corpses of three other Re-class battleships...
One had clearly been hit by torpedoes, another looked like it's entire superstructure had been torn apart, and a third had the signature shape of a Danish officers saber jammed through it's throat and out it's back... Niels Juel's right arm still attached to the handle.
Juel was in no better shape. She had lost her right arm, even as she wrestled the second to last Re-class with her left, both her legs were mangled, and her rigging looked to be held together by spit and prayers.
Amazingly all her guns were still firing, desperately trying to keep away the last Re. Even her 8mm Recoilguns were shooting at the Re-classes eyes.
"Fly nu al' hvad flygte kan, hvo står for Danmarks Tordenskjold!"
The sound of the danish royal song broke them out of their stupor, and with a roar of rage they charged the remaining abyssals.
And as Iron Duke carried away the crippled Coastal Battleship (theres was no other way to Recognize this badassery), Niels Juel, pride of the Danish Navy, yacht of Christian X, said one thing before passing out:
"How is that for a fandens canary?"
—
Sometime later:
"So, please tell me there is a silver lining to this..." Flottileadmiral(soon to be Kontreadmiral) Drachenfeldt was not happy, and for good reason.
Clearing her throat, his secretary ship HDMS Islands Falk, answered him this:
"Well, the entire Abyssal force was destroyed... and Juel was the only casualty on our side... so technically, it was an overwhelming victory."
'Falk gulped, as she could see that her superior was not impressed.
Salvation came for the Inspection ship, as Jutlandia (angel that she is) stepped forward.
"While Niels Juel's condition is... undesirable, she is not critical. Furthermore this provides us with an excellent opportunity. To finally refit her."
"Explain." Came the (less) terse reply.
'Falk took over; "Juel will be in repair for a while, so now is our chance to finally remove that extra deck, and upgrade her armament. We can replace her 15cm guns with a couple 12 inc/50 Mk.8's from USA, and eight 120mm Lomholdt's (modified for Dual-purpose). Furthermore, we can increase her excisting AA armament and overhaul her engines. The result would be something closer to a Pocket Battleship-" she is suddenly interrupted by three cries of rage from the south, "- Sorry, Panzerschiffe, than the overarmoured trainingship she currently is."
Finishing her proposal, she was greeting to a slowly forming smile on her superiors face.
"Right, get it done you two, howeverI still want a word with her, once she is conscious. This fear of divebombers need to go and die."
With a salute from Islands Falk, and a small smile from Jutlandia, both shipgirls left his office.
Drachenfeldt leaned back on his chair and rubbed his eyes, before coming to a sudden realization.
"I need to add this to the damn list!"
