Rule by Falkeno

Rule 13901: Whoever gave members of the Town-class the 6-inch guns from the Tiger's, congrats you have pissed off the Dido's and the C's for 'Stealing [their] thunder'.

The Abyssal Wo-class carrier could only grin as she saw the convoy laid out before her and her comrades' air wing. Five columns of five, all high tonnage targets. All those merchant ships and only so few aircraft to sink them with. But before she could obliterate the convoy she knew she'd have to get past the escort screen of shipgirl's and their formidable aa defences. But as she studied the escorts, the grin only got wider.

Whilst the screen was sizeable, it was geared towards surface threats rather than air attack. A smattering of Tribal's and other fleet destroyers formed the outer perimeter with a single cruiser on each flank, whilst ahead and behind were Black Swan frigates for ASW coverage. In the distance she could make out the form of a battleship, probably one of the Revenge's with yet more destroyers and what looked to her like an escort carrier, a threat, but one that her fighters could handle without much issue.

Even better, only one of the two cruisers was one of the fearsome Dido-class anti-aircraft cruisers, although she couldn't tell which one. Whilst not as bad as an Atlanta, if it had late war radar, which it probably did, then those 5.25's could pick her aircraft out of the sky. Fortunately, the Dido was on the opposite side of the convoy, and so it would only get to shoot at her torpedo bombers as they roared away from their runs, rather than as they lumbered along their attack runs. And all the other flank, the one that stood between her airwing and its prize had to offer other than the destroyers, was one of the Town-class cruisers and joy of joys it was Gloucester.

"We will attack the convoy from its port side, Gloucester will take one look at our aerial armada and she'll probably panic and hide, the convoy is ours!" The Wo laughed, her fellow carrier said nothing, but her own chuckle was enough of an answer.

The plan agreed the abyssal aircraft started their runs, diving like a black cloud from the heavens, the escorting fighters staying high above to attack the escort carrier's fruitless counter attack. Closer and closer the bombers roared, and yet Gloucester held her ground.

"Someone took their brave pills today," the Wo mused, but it mattered not, even a Town like Belfast lacked the AA to stop the storm that was about to…

At that moment Gloucester disappeared behind a wall of fire, but before the Wo could even begin to wonder what had just happened, her airwing was torn apart by flak fire. This should have been impossible, her aircraft should have still been out of range of even the Dido, but it was happening anyway.

"What the hell is happening!" her comrade screeched, half her own air wing already falling from the sky. The Wo could not answer, she was too stunned to speak, but she agreed with the question. Just what the hell was happening!

...

Saumarez stared in disbelief as she watched Gloucester, a ship that normally cowered whenever a sizable air attack appeared put out firepower that would give one of the Atlanta's a run for their money.

"THATS RIGHT FUCKERS, ITS NOT SO FUNNY THIS WAY AROUND NOW IS IT!" Gloucester screamed as she tore the Abyssal air attack to shreds, any stragglers that survived wisely chose to turn around rather than face a wall of 4.7-inch fire. Christ, she reminded her a bit of Belfast back when she was a full nut job during the war. Maybe it was a class trait that all the Towns were a little mental.

But then, from above the din of battle, the distant voice of Argonaut called out offering her opinion.

"When I find whoever gave Gloucester the guns off of the fucking Tigers, they'll need my boot extracting from up their arse!"