>>36376032
>>Bring it back with us. It represents a rare opportunity to learn about our enemy.

>>36376032
>Bring it back with us. It represents a rare opportunity to learn about our enemy.
We need to know more about our enemy.

>>36376032
>>Bring it back with us. It represents a rare opportunity to learn about our enemy.
Interrogation

>>36376032
Radio back to HQ and take it up with your superiors. The tried and true method of being a navy ape is the capability and know-how to pawn off responsibility. Plus we'd miss tea-time if we took her back with us.

>>36376032
>We each get a say: take it back, or leave it here?
>Bring it back with us. It represents a rare opportunity to learn about our enemy.

>>36376032
>Bring it back with us. It represents a rare opportunity to learn about our enemy.

The simple answer would be to finish her off... but the Big Wigs would probably love to get their hands on a live enemy unit...

>>36376131
>Radio back to HQ and take it up with your superiors
This.
>we'd miss tea-time
No not tea-time!

>>36376211
Big Wigs can get off their fat, lazy asses and come get their live-capture. We've tea waiting for us. Shipgirls love tea.

>>36376032
>>Bring it back with us. It represents a rare opportunity to learn about our enemy.

>>36376032
"We should take it with us to base," you suggest, draping the Abyssal's limp form back over one one of your gun barrels. For a moment you see something in its eyes... gratitude? Or was it resignation?

Prinzessin doesn't seem to immediately take to the idea. "Maybe we should radio Pearl about her? Get permission first?"

"She has no weapons, Princess," Saratoga points out. "And if we shouted out to the world that we had a captured Abyssal in one of our broom closets, how quick do you think they'd be clawing at each other for the rights to vivisect her first?"

"... vivisect?" Prinzessin asks, confused at the word.

Kongou makes a little Y-shape over her torso with her fingers, accompanied by a series of squelching noises that seems to get the main point across.

"So you agree with me, Sara?" you interrupt as Kongou begins to imitate a lobotomy to gross Prinzessin out even further.

Sara nods. "I think it's the humane thing to do to keep this to ourselves for now, yes."

"Hey, wait!" Kongou declares, hands placed firmly on her hips in indignation. "We can't seriously be thinkin' this'll work, yeah?"

"I think that we cannot ignore benevolence in our search for righteousness," you reply sternly. "And we cannot ignore an opportunity to learn from our enemy when it is given to us."

Kongou glides across the water, circling to your left and sizing you up. "So you ARE serious?" she asks seriously. "You wanna test that resolve?"

You nod wordlessly, handing off your captive to Sara and motioning for her to give you some space.

Kongou dashes at you, unusually quick given the bulky equipment on her back, and her feet clear the water as she flips. Her heel traces a wide arc in the air before coming down towards you.

"BURNING HEEL DROP!" she shouts as her leg comes crashing into your arms... only to stop cold. You sink a few inches into the water, displacing the surface of the sea and setting up a standing ring of whitecaps.
(1/2)

I assume that this Abyssal is going to become the prerequisite "Enemy that switches sides and joins our team." dealie.
{spoiler]Not that I disaprove.[/spoile]

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>>36376556
You grin cheekily in spite of yourself as Kongou realizes how ineffective kicking a battleship really is.

She also knows to expect a counter now... more symbolic than anything else, but it's gonna sting.

Your move.
>Surigao Straight (heavy counter)
>Rabaul Roundabout (grapple and throw)
>Turkey Shooter (series of light counters)
>Stand down

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>>36376627
Probably.
>>36376637
Let's just flick her forehead.

>>36376637
>Rabaul Roundabout (grapple and throw)
"Come and feel the resolve of a member of the Big Seven with your own hull!"

>>36376637
>You Gon' Get Taken Home (Grapple and carry her back to base)

>>36376637
>>Rabaul Roundabout (grapple and throw)

>>36376637
>Rabaul Roundabout (grapple and throw)

>>36376695
That comes later.

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>>36376637

>>36376637
>Pat her on the head
>Ruffle her hair
>Engage her in manly teadrinking back at base

>>36376637
>>36376742
This

>>36376637
"Rabaul Roundabout!" you counter, shifting your arms into a two-handed grip around Kongou's leg and spinning her around your head and shoulders to build momentum. Then, finally, you release her.

As she skips a few times across the surface of the Pacific, you hear a string of what you presume are British curses. One skip, two skips, three skips... then she finally comes to a stop, skimming on her feet until her momentum runs out.

"Okay," she grants you. "That was pretty good, mate, I'll give ya that."

You reply with a smile, recovering the Abyssal and repositioning it once more on your turret like a fleshy Christmas ornament. "Next time do not make light of your opponent, Kongou."

The trip back in towards Pearl is uneventful: with no further Abyssal sightings, you turn back for Honolulu. By the time you step out of the water and into the hotel's second floor, the sun has already gone down again: you only now realize you've been escorting this damned convoy ALL DAY.

"Ma'am," one of your technicians begins, before staring blankly at your captive.

"... yes, Chief?" you prompt, causing him to tear his attention away from the sight.

"We got a message from Pearl. They want you to attend a dinner party for Captain Clarke's birthday," your tech informs you. "You know, Admiral Clarke's kid."

Ah, yes. Captain Clarke... the most worthless little shit in the US Navy, you'd bet. A real bungler. Had his father not been a fairly well-respected senior Admiral the boy probably wouldn't have made his Commission.

Your team's ears, however, perk up at the notion of a fancy dinner: and food you don't have to cook for yourselves.

"Please tell the Admiral..."
>We'd be delighted to attend.
>We'll attend so long as Captain Screwup keeps his hands to himself.
>We need to stay here. Because... ship... things.
>Other?

Also important:
>Shackle the prisoner down here.
>Tie it up upstairs. You can keep an eye on it, and your support staff's hands off of it.
>No bonds.

>>36377194
>We'll attend so long as Captain Screwup keeps his hands to himself.
>Tie it up upstairs. You can keep an eye on it, and your support staff's hands off of it.

>>36377194
>>We'll attend so long as Captain Screwup keeps his hands to himself.
>Tie it up upstairs. You can keep an eye on it, and your support staff's hands off of it.

>>36377194
>>We need to stay here. Because... ship... things.
>Tie it up upstairs. You can keep an eye on it, and your support staff's hands off of it.
Ship things are super important

>>36377265
This. We need to refill our prop wash reserves. Yes.

>>36377194

seconding >>36377265
though I feel that we should let the others go to the party... we shouldn't leave our guest alone on their first night with us...

>>36377392
yeah, we should stay behind and let the other girls go.

>>36377194
>We'd be delighted to attend.
>Tie it up upstairs. You can keep an eye on it, and your support staff's hands off of it.

>>36377194
>We'll attend so long as Captain Screwup keeps his hands to himself.
>Tie it up upstairs. You can keep an eye on it, and your support staff's hands off of it.

>>36377194
"... that we will attend so long as Captain Screwup keeps his hands to himself."

The technician looks at you oddly. "You want me to tell the Admiral that... in those words?"

You nod. "If I did not, why would I have said it? The Admiral is a decent man, but he knows that his son holds himself to a lower standard of comportment."

The technician nods. "Aye, ma'am. I'll just remember to not tell him my name."

"Good luck, sailor," you tell him with a salute as Sara stifles a giggle at his expense.

Once freed from your bulky turrets and generator, you make the short trip upstairs to your quarters.

"We should chain her here," you suggest. "Prinzessin, kindly find me a length of chain."

Prinz Eugen dashes downstairs again, while Kongou gets started cooking dinner: from the smell of it, she plans on making something hearty and British. Sara, meanwhile, helps you watch the prisoner.

"You think she understands us?" Sara asks you, eying the wound in the Abyssal's side as it lays on the floor. The hole has now mostly closed, though you are unsure how much damage remains on the insides. From the sound of things, it is breathing more easily now that its lung has had a chance to re-inflate.

"I could not say," you admit, "though its healing ability is remarkable."

The Abyssal turns its head to stare up at you, its eyes now showing a little more 'spark' than they did when you first plucked it out of the water. Its pale hair is still stringy and crusted with salt, and what remains of what little clothes it had to start with are in tatters, stained with deep-set spots of reddish blood.

>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.
>Begin the interrogation now (questions?)
>Threaten it: establish dominance early, make it fear your anger.
>Other

>>36377804
>>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.

>>36377804
>>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.
A little kindness goes a long way.

>>36377804
>>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.

>>36377804
>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.
Get it to trust us.

>>36377804
>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.
>Other
Ask Kongou to make dinner for the Abyssal as well.

>>36377804
>>Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up.
See if we can't get a name out of it too

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>36377804
> Rape the Abyssa-... Pack off its wound and get it cleaned up

My bad on that, too many doujins

>>36378134
I thought it was the other way around?

>>36378263

Nah, I like em a little roughed up on my forced doujins

>>36378309
Enh, I don't go looking for em. Most of the ones I saw were the Abyssals taking the lead.

>>36377804
"Sara," you nod at your blonde partner. "Grab us a large compression bandage. I want to pack that wound off and get the Abyssal cleaned up."

Sara nods and smiles. "Right. I was hoping you'd ask that."

When she returns with the bandage, you lift the tatters of the Abyssal's shirt to get to the wound you gave it. For a moment it thrashes, trying to knock your arm away, but a sudden wince tells you that its insides are still in rough shape.

"Hold its shoulders," you instruct even as Sara moves up to the Abyssal's head.

Now that your patient has tired itself out, you move its shirt once more, before placing the pad against its wound and quickly sealing it off with tape: not unlike damage control for a torpedo strike, actually. The Abyssal stares at you through the process, failing to comprehend the meaning of your actions.

Then, you lift it again, carrying it carefully towards the bathroom.

"Sara," you ask.

"Right, I'll get it started," the American replies, heading ahead to start running hot water into the tub.

Although the noise seems to startle the Abyssal at first, it still lacks the strength to break your grip. When it sees the water, it seems to relax... then you begin to strip its remaining tatters of clothes.

There's no trace of surprise or embarrassment at all, like a human woman might be expected to show. Instead, the Abyssal allows you to guide it into the hot water, where it...

>roll me a d100, averaging the first three.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>36378351
>average
y u do dis?

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>36378351
welp

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>36378351


NNNAAATTTUUURRRAAALLLL 111110000000

>>36378365
For what I'm doing with the roll, it makes sense in my head.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>36378351
Am I too late?

>>36378351
... winces, before damn near melting around the edges. The Abyssal goes completely limp, to the point that Sara quickly checks its pulse to make sure you haven't just killed it by mistake.

You haven't, though, so you grab a bottle of shampoo and work up a lather. Sara mainly works to ensure no water seeps in under the bandage, while absently running a soap-laden washrag up and down the Abyssal's pale skin.

"Remarkable how human she looks," Sara comments as you work to scrub the crusty, briny crap out of its hair.

You nod. "It could pass as an albino, in all likelihood," you agree. "Good physical shape, too."

"How d'you reckon they pulled this off?" Sara continues, moving the rag down to scrub the Abyssal's lifeless legs.

You shrug. "I wish I could tell you. Perhaps they managed the same feat with their own lost ships human navies did with us."

"So they're like, what? Our freaky alien cousins or something?"

You dunk the back of the Abyssal's head into the water, carefully rinsing its hair as you ponder the question.

>They're our enemies. Pure and simple.
>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.
>I don't know.
>Other

>>36378613
>>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.
>>I don't know.

>>36378613
>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

>>36378613
>>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.
We don't know enough about them to tell really

>>36378613
>>They're our enemies. Pure and simple.
>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

>>36378613
>>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

>>36378613
>>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

>>36378613
> They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

> Cop a feel

>>36378613
>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

>>36378613
>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.

>>36378729
Not infront of our visitor, anon.

>They're our enemies today... but you and I were enemies once too.
this is the kind of feel I got from it

Politics determine who you face on the battlefield. And politics are a living thing. They change along with the times. Yesterday's good might be tomorrow's evil.
-Boss

>>36378613
"You and I were enemies one time," you remind Sara, flicking some soapy water at her and prompting a giggle. "And you know what they say about 'today's enemies'."

"If these human-like Abyssals are as accurate of reproductions as they seem on the surface, who knows what may be possible?"

"Funny," Sara grins. "Never had you pinned as a hopeless romantic."

"We have had precious little cause for hope," you remind her tiredly as you let the water out of the bath and pull the Abyssal out onto a pile of waiting towels. "Help me get her dried off."

Several minutes later you head back out with the Abyssal slung over your shoulder, her legs dangling down in front of you. As you pass the kitchen and head for your room to fetch some clothes, Kongou's attention is torn from the onions in her pan and drawn to the strange sight.

"You move quick," she taunts you at you round the corner.

"And you are letting the onions burn."

Kongou suddenly lifts the pan from the burner. "Shit!"
(1/2)

>>36379138
After slipping the near-comatose Abyssal girl into a mix of your clothing and Sara's, allowing for Sara's height and your bust in the same person, you prop her up in a chair and bind her arms in front of her with the chains you had Prinzessin fetch.

Now that the meal has gone into the slow-cooker for an hour or so, Kongou has time to settle down for some tea.

"Keemun" she explains, motioning for you to take a cup for yourself. She then pours out four more into the mismatched, ornate little cups before you wave her off.

"None for her," you insist.

"Why?" Prinzessin asks out of curiosity.

"She has a belly wound," Saratoga explains. "The Brits found out a while ago that giving their wounded tea leads to infections if they've got any intestinal perforations."

"Right," Kongou reminds herself. "Can't risk it, eh? Her loss."

"Indeed," you agree, sipping at the cup.

>Ask one of your teammates something?
>Ask the Abyssal something?
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?
Start with names, tell her ours and see if she has one

>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

try asking if she is hungry....

>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?
Gesture to yourself while saying your own name, and see if she gets it and gives you her name.

hiveminds everywhere

>>36379399
Join us anon...

>>36379342
Can she even eat with a stomach wound?

Did the last one of these get archived?

>>36376032
> Fleet of Sisters
Oh it's a reference to Band of Brothers

>>36379523
It did, yes. Since it seems there'll be a third thread at some point, I'll include the archive link next time, but it's here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Paradise+Arsenal

It was... an experience.

>>36379523
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Paradise%20Arsenal
Yep.

>>36379614
>Since it seems there'll be a third thread at some point
I hope there will be a lot more than just three, I'm loving these.

>>36379614
It also got vote-bombed, there were 70+ votes on it last I checked, and the score was like 7.
>>36379277
>See if the Abyssal even understands human language?

>>36379614
>>36379616
Cool, I was here but I wanted to check some stuff and I couldn't find it.

>>36379533

Or arpeggio as well.

>>36379614
>there'll be a third thread at some point
Good I do like this.

Welp, someone already archived it with a shitty title and description.

>>36379614
Yeah the first thread was a thing, but I've been enjoying it at least

>>36379750
Where? I don't see it in the archive.

>>36379796
'Rabaul Roundabout! Much luchador. Go girl wrestling in Cancun!'

>>36379800
Weird. I don't see it.

>>36379800
Can't you ask what's his face to change it?

>>36379800
Wat. Just wat.

>>36379800
Will how nice... -10 huh.
>>36379825
search by title

>>36379841
already in progress

>>36379841
You can ask. Whether he will fix it depends on his mood.

>>36379876
Yeah, my vote settings were keeping me from seeing it.

Someone sure is assblasted about this.

>>36379277
"So," you prompt the Abyssal, "can you understand us?"

She simply looks at you in confusion, then down at the tea, then at her stomach. Maybe she's understood a little, or maybe she just picked up on your overt concern over her injury.

"Maybe try another language?" Saratoga suggests, taking a carefully measured sip of her tea. "This is really good, Kongou."

"Watashi wa Kongou dess," Kongou greets with her name in Japanese, placing a hand against her white blouse right above the tassel that holds her loose white mantle in place over it.

Still, nothing from the Abyssal indicates an understanding.

"Vielleicht verstehen sie Deutsch, oder? Vielleicht?" Prinzessin asks hopefully, her twintails nearly bouncing in anticipation before the realization that no, teh Abyssal can't understand her either. "Tja, nein. Warum hat ich gefragt... scheisse, gib mir *etwas*..."

You frown, before turning back to the Abyssal. "These two are Saratoga," you tell her, pointing to Sara, who waves, "and Kongou. The German with the foul mouth is Prinz Eugen."

Prinzessin's look is one of horror. "How'd you even... do you speak German?"

"I know the word 'scheisse', Princess," you remind her. "And I am Nagato."

The Abyssal looks at you, hearing your name.

"Naga... to?" she repeats.

>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.
>That's enough for now, time to eat. See if the Abyssal's wound is healed enough to join you.
>Ask her a yes or no question?

>>36379972
>>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.
>>That's enough for now, time to eat. See if the Abyssal's wound is healed enough to join you.

>>36379972
>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.

>>36379972
>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.
Progress

>>36379972
>>That's enough for now, time to eat. See if the Abyssal's wound is healed enough to join you.

>>36379750
>>36379800
Now that's just rude. AND misinformed.

They're in Hawaii, not Cancun.

>>36379972
>>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.
>>Time to eat. See if the Abyssal's wound is healed enough to join you.

>>36380030
Trolls and butt hurt anon's don't care.

I suggest pre-archiving from now on, that's what I do for my quest.

>>36379972
>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.
>That's enough for now, time to eat. See if the Abyssal's wound is healed enough to join you.

>>36380045
Probably wise.

>>36380058
Can you give me a title to give the guy?

>>36379972
>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.

>>36380101
>>36380058
Er, a description, not title.

>>36380058
Too bad I like the description at the end.

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So I think this is what we captured. Could be wrong though.

>>36380101
Kancolle: Paradise Arsenal Quest #2.

Tags used are Collective Game, Kantai Collection, Paradise Arsenal.

Thanks for catching that, /k/ripple.

>>36380142
Yeah, looks like, I was kinda hoping for Wo, or even Hoppo, but looks like we've got Ta-class.

>>36380130
>>36380174
"Rabaul Roundabout Edition".

>>36380174
I need a description, I've got the tags/title from the first thread.

>>36380197

Cute girls in cute dresses do cute ship things.

>>36379972
>Keep it up, try and get her to tell you her name.

>>36380179
Well I just searched for battleships since that's what last thread said we had, so it wasn't too hard.

>>36380197
>tea-time
Ships and tea time!

>>36380197
Tea-time and dealing with abyssals.

'Tea time and dealing with our Abyssal POW', it is, then.

>>36380197
Literally whatever, the only serious description I could come up with would be a spoiler.

I suggested >>36380193 as a jab at the misarchivist, but go with whatever.

>>36379972
Oh hey, random question, but are Russian ships male?

>>36380197
Not every Abyssal is a asshole, Nagano goes multilingual with expletives, and we're invited to a party.
Tea time with the enemy.

>>36380316
Much obliged.

I'll need another d100 roll, this time BEST of three.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>36380392
there's only one Russian ship that I know of in canon, and she's a refit of a Japanese boat.
>>36380411

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>36380411

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>36380411

NAT 100 MOFO

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>36380411

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>36380411
Here we go.

>>36380316
Bah, I was too late.
I figured we'd at least keep it consistent.

>>36380431
>there's only one Russian ship that I know of in canon, and she's a refit of a Japanese boat.
Hibiki/Verniy

>>36380392
... if the Russians refer to their ships as feminine, then they'd produce ship *girls*. Don't speak Russian, though, or know any Russian sailors. So I have no clue if the tradition holds for them.

>>36380502
Yep!

>>36380545
Russians tend to use male pronouns when referring to ships, I believe.

>>36380572
>>36380545
Russians I knew.

And Technically Germans as well but they already blew that one.

>>36380545
They are one of the few cultures that refers to their ships in the masculine actually.

>>36380545
I like to think that they are girls.

>>36380594

Well we have that japanese/russian destroyer that was a ship girl.

>>36380621
Most likely, the writers of the show don't know/care about russian naval tradition.

>>36380646

Or the more likely reasoning.

Hibiki grew a dick after entering the russian navy.

>>36380646
>the writers of the game don't know and care about russian naval tradition.

Yes.

>>36380411
>>36379972
The Abyssal continues to look at you. "Nagato," she repeats firmly before turning to each of your teammates in turn.

"Saratoga."

"Kongou."

"Prinz.... Eugene."

"OY-GIN!" Prinzessin corrects loudly.

The Abyssal then looks down at herself. "Ta."

You raise an eyebrow as Saratoga repeats the syllable. "Ta?"

The Abyssal nods. "Ta."

Then, for a moment, she looks down at herself again, as if deeply in thought. "Ta... Ta..."

The next morning you awake early, as usual, to fix a quick breakfast for you and the others. As you put the first pot of coffee on, Kongou stumbles in: right on time, as always.

"What's all this, then?" she asks in confusion, staring at the floor in front of the patio. Looking where she points, you spot Ta leaned up in the windowsill, still asleep.

She looks much more comfortable with a cool breeze on her, and awakens quickly at the promising smells of bacon and rice cooking. You exchange a shrug with Kongou, and once Prinzessin manages to rouse Sara breakfast is on.

"So," Prinz Eugen begins tenuously. "I was thinking, we really don't have much to wear to a party... what with Admirals and Captains and all."

Saratoga belches into a napkin. "So how do we remedy this... oversight?" she asks with a grin.

"Well," Prinzessin replies cannily, "Honolulu IS a big city. I'm sure we could find something nice?"

>You're asking to go shopping for clothes? We don't really get paid, you know. Instead we get fed and housed.
>We can try heading inland, see if the stores there have anything that's to your taste.
>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.
>Other

>>36380768
>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.

>>36380768
>>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.

>>36380768
>>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those

>>36380768
>>You're asking to go shopping for clothes? We don't really get paid, you know. Instead we get fed and housed.

>>36380768
>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.

What the shit? We do this for free?

I ain't no volunteer.

>>36380768
>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.
We're off

>>36380768
>You're asking to go shopping for clothes? We don't really get paid, you know. Instead we get fed and housed.
>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.

>>36380594
Interesting. I didn't know that.

Has interesting implications for shipgirls made from war prizes after Tsushima.

>>36380768
>>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.

>>36380768
>>Kalakaua Avenue had some high-end stores before it flooded, and they've probably still got some stock abandoned there. We could go raid some of those.

>>36380768
"We basically don't get paid, you realize that?" Kongou asks skeptically.

Prinzessin nods, this time more firmly. "That doesn't mean we shouldn't have anything nice. We should take pride in our appearance, both on and off the field!"

"Well said, Princess," you reply, ruffling her hair a little with your fingers. "If I remember my local history briefing, Waikiki became an expensive place to shop after the war. Lots of expensive stores up and down Kalakaua Avenue."

"Yeah?" Kongou asks, her curiosity piqued. "Think they've got anything good left?"

You shrug. "I cannot say, but that would be the place to go for great deals."

"Sounds more like steals to me," Sara jokes. "Count me in. What about our guest here?" she asks, nodding in Ta's direction.

"We can go out on a fastboat," Prinzessin suggests. "Two stay with her, two go in. Work in pairs, keep her covered..."

"And maybe get somethin' nice," Kongou concludes. "I like it!"

Sounds like you'll need a dive buddy, assuming you're okay with this arrangement.
>Take Ta with you, partner with (who?)
>Leave Ta here (and who goes along for the ride?)
>Other?

>>36381234
>>Take Ta with you, partner with Kongou
Gotta build up on the Social Links with Kongou.

>>36381234
>>Leave Ta here (and who goes along for the ride?)

Prinzessin.

Leave one battleship with Ta at all times.

>>36381234
>Take Ta with you, partner with (who?)
Sister Sara

>>36381234
>>Take Ta with you, partner with Prinz Eugen

>>36381234
>Take Ta with you, partner with (who?)
Sara

>>36381234
>>Take Ta with you, partner with (who?)

Prinz

>>36381234
>Take Ta with you, partner with (who?)
Kongou. See if we worked out the issues from last thread.

>>36381234
>Take Ta with you, partner with (who?)
Saratoga

>>36381459
yeah, this

Alright, seems like we're settled. Gimme 3d100, I'm taking the best of each roll.

Rolled 69, 44, 11 = 124 (3d100)

>>36381562
Suck on my Nat 100s

Rolled 74, 51, 82 = 207 (3d100)

>>36381562

Rolled 44, 13, 21 = 78 (3d100)

>>36381562

Rolled 75, 59, 81 = 215 (3d100)

>>36381562

>>36381562

I guess we didn't do too bad

Rolled 53, 1, 61 = 115 (3d100)

>>36381562

>>36381562
"Okay then," you announce. "I will be going with Prinzessin. Kongou, you can go with Sara. Keep one battleship with Ta at all times."

Kongou nods. "Right. Leave it to me, boss."

Changing into swimwear and checking out a fastboat from the motor pool takes next to no time. You even find something for Ta to wear over her pale skin. The choices surprise you: your own black two-piece is familiar enough, though you have little chance to use it. But Saratoga wears a single-piece competition suit, Kongou wears a girly two-piece, and it's Prinzessin who wears the skimpiest suit... almost the exact opposites of what you'd kind of assumed they wore in their off time.

"This is creepy," Prinzessin observes as your fastboat cruises slowly up the abandoned shopping street. "Four yeas ago there would have been people walking here, on dry land."

"Times change," Sara points out. "They just changed quicker here than people were ready for."

Kongou points off to the right. "There, that the top of a sign for 'Burberry'?"

Sure enough that's what it looks like.

"Kongou, you saw it first," you tell her. "You splash in first, scout the place out. Be back in five minutes with an initial report."

"Got it," she replies before jumping into the water. Prinzessin gives you a smile before cannon-balling in after her.
(1/2)

>>36381821
Sara dives in after, while you are content to stay in the boat with your radio and your 'captive'.

The next five minutes are agonizing... wreck diving and cave diving are both dangerous affairs, and your girls aren't experienced divers. But Kongou leads the way in with just a snorkel, apparently comfortable with what she sees.

You wait, a bundle of nerves, with Prinzessin floating beside the rubber boat.

"They're fine," she reassures you. "Kongou knows her limits."

"Yes," you nod. "She had better."

Ta merely sits quietly, looking at you curiously.

Five full minutes later, Kongou's brown hair appears from the water, followed by a shock of messy blonde as Saratoga follows her.

"That was fun!" Kongou declares. "There's not that much, but there seems to be a back room with some stuff that's still out of the water."

"Permission to go back in?" Saratoga asks.

You nod. "Granted."

The outing lasts well into the morning, with the noon sun eventually hanging over you. The Burberry store yields a few nice articles of clothing: dresses and jackets mostly, which while expertly cut and tailored are a few seasons out of date. Tiffany & co. is more of a wash, with only a few scattered pieces of jewelry left behind and most of those in poor condition. The silver in particular is badly tarnished, but there WERE a few of the famous Tiffany lamps locked away in the building that Saratoga insisted on 'liberating'.

Finally, you pull into the last store that seems more or less salvageable: Quicksilver, a surf and surfwear shop. In that shop you find more utilitarian clothing, alongside some particularly cute sandals and a skirt. They really ARE "cute"... and you've always liked cute things. That's part of why you're so fond of Prinzessin, you think. But at the same time, even as Prinz Eugen points them out, you don't feel like they're very "dignified"... do they fit the image of the "Big Seven"?
(1/2)

>>36382043
>Ask Prinzessin's honest opinion.
>Go for it. Be cute for once.
>Keep it dignified.

Also,
>Get something nice for Ta.
>Don't get Ta shit.

>>36382067
>>Ask Prinzessin's honest opinion.

>Also,
>>Get something nice for Ta.

>>36382067
>Go for it. Be cute for once.

>Get something nice for Ta.

>>36382067
>Ask Prinzessin's honest opinion

>Get something nice for Ta.

>>36382067
>Keep it dignified.
>Get something nice for Ta.

>>36382067
>Ask Prinzessin's honest opinion.
>Get something nice for Ta.

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>>36382067
>Ask Prinzessin's honest opinion.
>Get something nice for Ta.
Prinny~

>>36382067
>Keep it dignified.
>Get something nice for Ta.
Continue gaining the prisoner's trust.

>>36382067
"You really think it suits me?" you ask, an unexpected nervousness creeping into your voice. You're not exactly used to that.

Prinzessin nods. "Yeah, I think it does. You've got that stern, stoic sorta look to you, and something cute and girly... they're so different they set each other off, you know?"

You give her a smile and ruffle her hair again as she smiles back. "Thank you, Princess."

"So, you clearly have the expert eye," you continue. "Do you know what Ta would look good in?"

Several minutes later, you return to the fastboat with a box of clothing held high over your head, your powerful legs and core keeping your arms and shoulders out of the water.

"I see you found some cute stuff for the Princess," Sara jokes.

"Some of it's for Nagato, too," she points out as she rolls into the boat and takes the box from you. After hoisting yourself out after her, you fish a skirt, shirt, and sandals out of the box.

"These are for you, Ta," you tell the Abyssal girl.

"For... Ta?" she asks. "Nagato..."

The Abyssal's voice fades as she stares at the sandals: specifically the little yellow daisy on the front of the strap. They're cute, and they match the ones you picked for yourself.

"Daisy..." she mutters.

Your eyes widen a little as your team exchange a series of surprised glances. "Yes," you reply. "How did you know that, Ta?"

>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.
>Distract her
>Other

>>36382472
>>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

>>36382472
>>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE

>>36382472
>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

>>36382472
>>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

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>>36382472
>>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

Yay, our Abyssal is learning to be people again.

>>36382557
So we're definitely recruiting Ta then right?

>>36382472
>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

>>36382472
>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

>>36382592
Of course.

/tg/ will do its best to recruit anyone to their side, even if they're supposedly irredeemable.

Plus, the Abyssals always seemed kinda sad to me.

>>36382472
>>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

>>36382472
>Encourage her to try and figure out how she knows that.

I just realized something.

If we take Ta with us to the party, we need to keep her with us at all times.

Besides the fact she can't speak well, she doesn't know how to say no and we've already confirmed we have a captain grabby hands for the birthday boy.

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>>36382622
>the Abyssals always seemed kinda sad to me

>>36382673
Yup, sad Abyssals just need some love.

>>36382673
I'm Home.

Why is everyone looking at me like that...? (just when I finally found my way home too...)

>>36382472
"Go on," you encourage Ta. "You know what this flower is when by all accounts, you shouldn't. What else do you know?"

Ta sits quietly, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as the four of you sit around her nervously. Such human-looking tears...
>roll me d100, best of three.
>cross your fingers.

Rolled 745 (1d2100)

>>36382815

>>36382815

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>36382815
Oh God.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>36382815

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>36382815

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>36382815

>>36382847
Not bad, not bad.

I wish it was better, but I'll take it for right now.

>>36382815
As Ta stares at you, you almost know what she's going to say. You see the glow in her eyes has returned in full, bright and sad as her tears fall freely.

As easy as it is for you to keep your face stoic after so much practice, you can feel tears of your own stinging at your eyes. You know who Ta is... or rather, you know who she was.

How could you forget her, even after those long, cold, dark years at the bottom of the sea?

"Nagato?" Ta asks. "Bronc? Wee Vee? Where are.. they?"

>Response?
>I'll give you a little extra to more or less agree on something.

>>36383026
Hug the shit out of her

>>36383026
I do not know what to say. What I do know is she needs a hug right now

>>36383026
Hug the shit out of her.

I'm pretty sure she's the Maryland, because she asked about Bronc and Wee Vee first.

Either that or she's Mutsu.

>>36383026
Hug her!

>>36383026
>HUG HER DAMNIT!
Also clue in those dumb enough not to know who she is please?

>>36383026
Hug Maryland. Hug her hard.

>>36383138
The battleship USS Maryland, one of Nagato's Big Seven contemporaries.

>>36383119
>>36383026
Tell her we don't know but we'll find out, while hugging of course.


>>36383138
>>36383119
That's my best guess.

>>36383138
i dunno either.

>>36383026
Hugs. Cry.

>>36383026
Hug her, tell her that they...haven't been activated yet.

>>36383138
USS Maryland (BB-46)?

scrap = abyssal ships?

>>36383193
That's what I'm guessing.


>>36383026
Make sure to call her Maryland!

>>36383193
>scrap = abyssal ships?
Pretty much. Or sunk ship-girls left behind.

>>36383026
APPLY HUGS DIRECTLY TO FORE--TA!
>>36383170
>>36383201
this too

Is HMS Victory shipgirl a thing?

>>36383026
At first, you can't even manage a response. As you cradle your former rival gently in your arms, you can hear someone else sniffling with you... probably Prinzessin. Behind Ta... no, behind Mary, you can see that Kongou's hand is covering her mouth, her eyes wide in shock.

"I do not... I don't know where they are, Mary," you admit, your usually even and controlled voice cracking as you force the words out. "I haven't seen them or Nelsol and Rodnol... all I've seen is Mutsu. I'm sorry."

"Mutsu... alive? Explosion?" Mary struggles to speak, her words coming in broken starts and stops as she sobs into your chest.

"She's alive," you reassure her. "Stationed in Mutsu bay, actually!" you add, a little laugh sneaking in amidst the sobs.

"Sara... toga? You too?" Mary asks, her voice trembling as she recognizes her old comrade at last.

Sara nods, biting her lip and wiping her eyes. "Yeah, it's me, Mary. How've you been, old girl?"

By the time you and your team make it back to the hotel, Mary has all but exhausted herself. You unchain her wrists and lay her down on the couch in your common room as Saratoga, Kongou, and Prinz Eugen gather around. Saratoga sits next to Mary's head, while Kongou sits backwards in a chair to lean on the back. Prinzessin sits next to you in awkward silence.

>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)
>Diversionary activity! Do... something... that's not horribly depressing... anything would do, really.

>>36383438
>>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)

>>36383438
>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)

>>36383438
>>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)

scrap = abyssal ships

>>36383438
>>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)
The simplest theory is that the Abyssal Fleet is scrapped warships from all sides.

>>36383438
>>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)

Mary got broken up for scrap...then came back as an abyssal.

So, we might be fighting our friends.

>>36383438
>>Diversionary activity! Do... something... that's not horribly depressing... anything would do, really.

Mary's tired and has just recovered some of her memories. Let's keep the pressure to a minimum for now.

>>36383438
>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)
My guess is that the Abyssals are taking the souls of scrapped warships from all sides to make their fleet. They saw how well we were doing with ours, and found a way to copy the technology.

>>36383508
They came first.

So more like they wanted to come back and then we had to fight them.

>>36383508
They haven't only found a way to copy the technology, they're adapting to whatever we throw at them.

First they appeared as ship-monsters, then they developed EMP-like techniques to combat the navy, now they're appearing as ship-girls.

>>36383438
The fate of our scrapped sisters is one full of despair, and with so many ships lost that way now, the sea is angry and wished to punish the world for casting our sisters away so carelessly.

>>36383438
>>36383604
>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)
Forgot to link that

>>36383438
>Explain what you think has happened with Mary (what Nagato would be able to piece together herself, or your own theories)

>>36383553
Sounds like a good theory... Who/What ever is controling the Abyssal Fleet has seen the Deployment of the Ship-Girls and it's solution to counter them is to create it's own... However, none of it's Main Units have had the 'experience' that the Human Navies had, so initially, it could only subvert the Human ships that were lost in the vastness of the oceans...

If this theory holds, we may see the first generation of Natural Abyssal Ship-Girls... possible a Flagship of their initial assault, assuming that it has survived since then, and continued to experience battle...

>>36383438
Damnit Ace, you aren't supposed to make me want to play this game to take care of the poor ship girls!

>>36383774
>You will never be able to take care of an Abyssal fleet. ;_;

>>36383774

You'll be sinking abyssals.

And losing shipgirls.

>>36383774
I guess he's the King of your Heart huh...

>>36383438
Saratoga is the first to start explaining, in order to fill Kongou and Prinzessin in on what may have happened to Maryland.

"Mary... was one of the first battleships we tried to revive as a kanmusu," she explains quietly. "Navy brass wanted to know what would happen if we tried the procedure on a ship that had been deliberately scrapped."

"It... did not work," you continue. "Something about deliberately breaking a ship down is final. Shatters our very soul."

"Kitakami was scrapped," Kongou points out. "So was Haruna-nee."

"Kitakami has always had some... eccentricities," you tell her. "Missing memories mainly. Haruna was sunk before being raised and scrapped. But Enterprise and Maryland were selected to become kanmusu, and came back... incomplete."

"What do you mean?" Prinzessin asks quietly.

"They had bodies, and breathed for a while, but died shortly after that," Sara mutters. "They never woke up. They were only ever barely alive, and were buried at sea with full honors."

"That must be how the Abyssals got Mary," you add. "They found her body, drifting in the deep, and... 'completed' her, I suppose. Possibly by replacing what she was missing with something of their own."

"So she's really like a half-Abyssal?" Kongou asks incredulously. "What made her remember all of a sudden?"

"Being around one of the rivals she was built to counter," Saratoga guesses, "and possibly the flower on her sandal. The yellow daisy is the state flower of Maryland."

"How do you know that?" Kongou asks, impressed.

"Looked it up when we got home," Sara admits sheepishly. "I guessed the flower was important, so I confirmed it."

"Sounded cooler the other way," Kongou replies quietly.

"One thing bothers me," you ponder.

Saratoga shakes her head. "Quit being so damn cryptic, boss. What's eating you?"
(1/2)

>>36383869
"If they could make one ship-girl with what was left of Mary," you continue, "what's to stop them from making more? And when should we expect to see copies of Enterprise?"

There's a long pause as your whole team turns to stare at Mary as she sleeps, peacefully for once, on the couch.

This morning you were worried about a fancy party with a grab-happy brat of a Captain. As it turns out, that should have been the least of your worries.

>>36383903
And that's it for this time.

The archived thread is up AND properly labeled, thanks to the efforts of /k/ripple and presumably others as well. Thanks for being here, and hope to see you next time.

About that... no clue when "next time" will be, but I WILL be on hiatus for at least this coming weekend. My twitter is @QMKingofHearts: I'll take suggestions for other ways to notify you when I have an idea when the next thread will be.

>>36383967
Thanks for the run dude!

Some good feels in this one.

>>36383967
Awesome thread, dude. Looking forward to the next.

>>36383967
Thanks for the running!

>>36383967
Thanks for the thread Ace, can't wait for the next one

Maybe I'll pick up Kancolle while I wait, if I can get into the lottery at least

>>36383967
Thanks for running, man. Great thread as always.
See you next time, whenever that imay be.

>>36384018
If you do win the lotto, expect a lot of untranslated moon and RNG shenanigans.

And grinding. All of the grinding.

11/10, would hug Mary again for the feelz. Thanks for the run, Ace!

>>36383967
This has been pretty awesome so far man. Keep it going!