13828 - After what happened to the Russian agents sent to 'Reclaim' Moskva there will be no more attempts to take Moskva away from USS Wright. The property damage was just too much.

Russian cruiser Moskva hummed to herself as she walked along. So far the day was turning out just fine. She was coming along well in her therapy. As long as someone gave her a heads up before any drone launches she had at least learned not to fire a missile at the little buggers.

Rounding a corner, the cruiser came face to face with a pair of battleships. A pair of Russian battleships. Despite knowing they were here to shipnap her, Moskva still found it in her to be polite. Besides, what Wright would end up doing to these two would be far worse than anything she could come up with.

"Comrade Sevastopol, comrade Poltava. Nice to see you again… oomph!" The last part was due to Poltava stuffing her in a burlap sack.

Ignoring the kicking and screaming, Sevastopol lifted the sack over her shoulder and made a run for the docks.

Inside the sack, Moskva's kicking and screaming act was a mere cover for what she was really doing. Despite popular opinion one did not become flagship of the Black Sea Fleet on favors alone. Okay fine, one didn't stay flagship on favors alone. Despite lacking in the weapons department Moskva would quite happily acknowledge and brag about her cleverness.

Out of sight, the cruiser pulled out her phone and dialed a number she memorized. "They've got me again." She told Wright.

Hearing the carrier's growl made Moskva grin. "I am going to sail to the kremlin myself if this keeps up! Don't worry Moskva, help is on the way."

"I'm not worried for me." Moskva replied, sounding positively cheerful. "But do bring backup. Someone had the sense to send two of Gangut's sisters this time."

The bag shook. "Hey what are you talking about in there!" Said Sevastopol.

"Gotta go bye!" Moskva whispered and hung up.

Outside, Poltava and Sevastopol shared a grin. The docks were in sight. One quick sprint and they'd be out at sea and free from…

"SISTER!" Sevastopol wailed.

In an instant Poltava collapsed, her bridge crumpled by Iowa's punch. A roundhouse kick quickly followed and the American was not alone.

Behind Iowa stood Wisconsin, Midway (who was fingering her bow having just launched a wave of planes now headed for Sevestopol's head). New Jersey and her little murderballs were next to her. Jersey had a hand on Johnson's collar to keep the destroyer from Leroy Jenkins'ing the two battleships. No one was stealing her newest prank victim and getting away with it.

And then there was Wright who met Sevastopol's gaze with her own. She slowly pointed up with one hand and drew a finger across her neck with the other.

Sevastopol got the message and looked up in time to see Midway's dive bombers release their load right on her head. "Ah shi-" BOOM!

The bag hit the ground hard and Moskva wasted no time wriggling her way out just in time to see Wisconsin suplexing Poltava and Sevastopol being punted by Wright, soaring off in a graceful ark right into Phoenix's lab. The result, well to call it a massive motherfucking explosion wouldn't do it justice.

Moskva grinned and turned to Wright. "Thank you comrade Wright." She said, offering a slight bow.

"You're welcome, comrade Moskva." Wright replied with a smirk.

Moskva turned to Poltava who was struggling against the full Admiral Nelson Wisconsin had her in. "I've got a message for you to take back to comrade Putin." She said. "Tell him I will not go back. And that any further attempts to shipnap me will meet with even greater violence."

Moskva stomped her foot on Poltava's hand, all 12,000 tons of heavy cruiser grinding itself on the fragile appendage. "You tell him that. Clear?!" She growled.

"C-crystal." Poltava sobbed.