>>36633401
>This isn't gonna work, Nagato. She'll still stick out like a sore thumb in there.
>Say she's visiting from Kure. Old man Clarke won't care, and nobody else would know better.
>Do whatever you have planned, Nagato. It'll either work, or it won't, and we'll cover for you.

>>36633401
>>Say she's visiting from Kure. Old man Clarke won't care, and nobody else would know better.

>>36633428
>Do whatever you have planned, Nagato. It'll either work, or it won't, and we'll cover for you.

>>36633401
>>Say she's visiting from Kure. Old man Clarke won't care, and nobody else would know better.
Remember to archive early, boss, so troll-archiving doesn't happen again

>>36633428
>Do whatever you have planned, Nagato. It'll either work, or it won't, and we'll cover for you.

>>36633401
I would love to see Nagato in a little black dress like that.

But I thought she was going "cute" not "melt your brain sexy"

>>36633514
Did that in the first thirty seconds, yeah.

>>36633428
>Say she's visiting from Kure. Old man Clarke won't care, and nobody else would know better.

>>36633401
> God, it's getups like this that really make you question which way you swing.
Silly, Kongou is only teitoku-sexual.
I kid.

>>36633401
>Do whatever you have planned, Nagato. It'll either work, or it won't, and we'll cover for you.

>>36633428
>>Say she's visiting from Kure. Old man Clarke won't care, and nobody else would know better.

>>36633401
Wouldn't Swarm of Sisters been a better name? Or Sortie of Sisters.

>>36633401
>Say she's visiting from Kure. Old man Clarke won't care, and nobody else would know better.
But we do need to figure out who to tell about the fact that the Abyssals are scavenging our old warships, and that they can be re-recaptured and restored to fight for us instead of against us.

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I'm a fan of Kancolle, but I saw this and found it funny

>>36633681
This is the best thing.

>>36633681
I'm a fan of the electric toaster and the Mexican. Explosives bitch is alright.

>>36633681
It kinda surprised me how many of them I could actually name since I don't play.

>>36633428
"Well," you reply carefully, not wanting to come off as rude or to be too much of a bother, "I suppose you could always say she's from Kure on a visit. Old Man Clarke's the only one who ever pays attention to us anyhow, and he'd keep it mum even if he DID pin her as an Abyssal."

"I did not want to lie," Nagato admits, "but in this case it may be prudent. Mary?"

"Nagato?" the pale-skinned girl replies cheerfully.

"Do not tell anyone you are an Abyssal. If they ask, you are the heavy cruiser Kitakami," Nagato instructs her.

You turn to her and raise an eyebrow. "Nagato, she looks nothing LIKE Kitakami."

"Nobody here has ever seen Kitakami," Nagato replies, "so I hardly think it matters."

Sara shrugs. "Sounds like it could work if nobody asked any questions."

"So..." Mary mutters, "I have to... lie?"

"Yes," Prinzessin insists. "Or pretend you don't really speak English. It's how I keep them off my back."

She turns to Saratoga. "Nein," Prizessin says insistently. "Spreche kein Englisch!"

"Very convincing!" Saratoga agrees, clapping her hands in delight. "Pisses me off that I can't do that."

The trip to Pearl Harbor by watertaxi is completely uneventful. Again, you feel too antsy to even stand still: for a battleship to be *carried* somewhere would usually be a disgrace. Nagato pats your head patronizingly in an attempt to keep you pacified, while Prinzessin contents herself by fussing over the nice yellow dress you decided to wear.

Finally, after what seems like forever, you disembark and Nagato leads you towards the Officers' Club at Kaneohe. It's where you'll spend the evening.

Off to one side, however, you see something you don't especially like.

"Shit," you mutter. "Sara, nine o'clock. That who I think it is?"

Saratoga peers over your shoulders, spotting the scruffy-looking, white-haired officer and his cadre of girls in what look like competition swimsuits under USN work uniform trousers.
(1/2)

>>36634011
"If you think it's Captain Buchanan and his team," Sara confirms, "then yes. It's who you think it is."

"And that means..." Prinzessin frowns.

"Sealion," you growl.

"Easy, girl," Nagato cautions. "Easy does it."

>Go confront the girl who sank you in the war
>Take evasive action

>>36634046
>>Take evasive action
*insert submariner joke*

>>36634046
>Go confront the girl who sank you in the war

>>36634046
>>Take evasive action

>>36634046
>Take evasive action

No reason to start shit, the war is long past.

>>36634136
>"Easy, girl," Nagato cautions. "Easy does it."

She's clearly ticked. So yeah starting shit would be the mo

>>36634046
>Take evasive action
Enemies then, grudging allies now.
It's the same with Saratoga, and even more recently with Maryland.

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Contributing.

>>36634166
Being ticked and doing something dumb about it are two different things.

>>36634170
4/6 dead six months later.

>>36634275
You don't fuck with the West.

>>36634315
Amen!

>>36634315
Midway was more luck and codebreaking for the US than any military might. But they would've lost eventually yes.

>>36634046
"What is it they say on the pig boats?" you joke. "Run silent?"

"Something like that, yeah," Sara agrees. "C'mon, live and let live for now."

Inside the O-Club, you can tell something special is going on. First off, there's hardly anyone else in here with anything less than a bird on their uniform, and secondly they're all in dress whites. Aside from a scattering of Navy wives, who seem distinctly bored with the whole affair.

"Admiral Clarke," Nagato greets politely with a slight bow: you'd guess five degrees.

"Miss Nagato," he greets politely. "Glad you could make it."

"Figured we'd do you a solid," you add. "Maybe it'd be good for a favor."

"Indeed," he grins, eying Mary carefully. "And sooner than I'd imagined."

You are all quickly ushered to your tables, and you're surprised to see that Captain Buchanan is seated directly across from yourself and Nagato. Further down the table, the kanmusu under his command are seated with the rest of your team. Damn, you can't seem to catch a break these days!

"So, Captain," Nagato begins. "I see you have returned from your patrol?"

"Yeah," he responds, brushing his mane of pale hair out of his face and revealing a long, deep scar across the bridge of his nose. Though scruffy, you figure he can't be much more than twenty-five. "Ten weeks at sea. Not a great posting."

>Ask him how his new ship, a Virginia-class boat, shook down
>Ask him how his team is faring
>Don't ask him about anything, strike up a conversation with someone else (who?)

>>36634654
>Ask him how his team is faring

>>36634654
>>Ask him how his new ship, a Virginia-class boat, shook down
>>Ask him how his team is faring

>>36634654
>>Ask him how his new ship, a Virginia-class boat, shook down

>>36634654
>>Ask him how his team is faring

>>36634654
Ask him how his team is faring

>>36634654
"So you were takin' one of those new Virginia-class boats out, right?" you ask the Captain. "How'd her sea trials go?"

"Pretty good, actually," he replies, sipping at some champagne. "The VLS tubes were replaced by ingress/egress chambers for kanmusu. I could probably launch battleship-types too, but she's not as good for surface running as I'd like for that."

"It is well that you have four submarine-class kanmusu," Nagato smiles, sipping at her own drink. "They seem like good girls. What are their names?"

"Leo, Pam, Archer, and Darter," the Captain replies without thinking. He quickly amends himself.

"That's Sealion, Pampanito, Archerfish, and Darter."

"Archerfish," Nagato muses. "She sank Shinano, correct?"

"That's right," you tell her. "Three of the four are high-scoring killers from the war, including Sealion."

"She was the one..." Buchanan mutters. "Sorry. I didn't realize she was the one that... you know. Killed you."

You shake your head. "Whatever. We're both still alive, so in the end it's just a little bad blood, mate. Nothing I can't get over."

Dinner passes quite amicably. The submarine-girls remain quiet throughout: Buchanan insists that they're just more stoic than Nagato, and are happiest when it's quiet. That explains why they seem even more out of place than you do. The other possibility is that Captain Clarke spends the whole time eying them up: dress white trousers over one-piece swimsuits are a rather striking outlier.

Finally, mercifully, the party ends.

As the other guests mill about, you see that Nagato and your team are slinking towards the exit with Mary, determined not to press their luck.

Buchanan, however, gets up and makes a beeline for Admiral Clarke.

>Ignore him, bug out.
>Intercept him. You know what he's going to do, and you need to distract him... but how? (write-ins considered)
>Talk about it with him and the old man like grown-ups.

>>36635317
>be back in a few, need a quick pause on my end.

>>36635317
>Talk about it with him and the old man like grown-ups.

>>36635317
>>Talk about it with him and the old man like grown-ups.

>>36635317
>>Talk about it with him and the old man like grown-ups.
We're older than they are, anyway.

Who wants to bet we get stuck with Admiral Jr. as his first taste of command? Also, what's the status of Arizona? Only reason I can think of for not raising her is her War Memorial status. Accessibility wise, it couldn't be easier, she's sitting right there.

...Would the Constitution technically qualify as a kanmusu?

>>36635726
Kanmusu more or less are just Tsukumogami right. So I guess. All you need is the summoning.

>>36635726
Could be. She'd probably be under-gunned.
>writing

>>36635867
But no one would dare shoot at her because of how historic she'd be, poor girl, she'd probably end up being cooped up somewhere and never get out and feel the waves beneath her feet and the salt spray on her skin.

>>36635863
I can't tell in this quest if they are just cyborgs or mumbo jumbo magic.

Let's ask /jp/.

>>36635670
I'm still hoping that the commander of the Japanese kanmusu is actually Mikasa, the very first kanmusu to be ever revived.
Flawed and incomplete, the body of a robot and the mind of a human, cannot eat actual food since it clogs up her system, wants to feel sad for fallen comrades but can't because the emotion wasn't installed in her.

>>36635317
"Admiral," Buchanan begins just as you step beside him. He stops abruptly.

Admiral Clarke looks him over. Some of the younger Admirals, young hotshots more than they are seasoned veterans, are hard to take seriously at times. Old man Clarke isn't one of those Admirals. His eyes lock onto the Captain immediately, irritated that precious seconds of his time are being wasted by Buchanan's hesitation.

"Go on, son," Clarke growls. "I'm not getting any younger. Spit it out!"

"Yeah," you agree cheekily. "You've got me curious, sir. Positively giddy with anticipation!"

"Well, sir," Buchanan's voice drops. "There's not supposed to be five in Nagato's squad, and if Kitakami was going to be here I'd have heard about it. That girl isn't a kanmusu... or at least she's not one of ours. Sir."

Admiral Clarke looks over Buchanan's shoulders with a feigned curiosity. "Good eye for detail there son."

"I knew it, I'll call..."

"Unfortunately," Clarke continues, stalling the younger officer's progress, "I'm afraid I owe the young lady who brought her here a favor. And this is it: I order you as your superior officer to pretend that girl is a Japanese kanmusu here to visit her friends. Is that clear?"

Buchanan stares, momentarily at a loss for words. "I... sir. Yes, sir. Consider the matter dropped."

"Thank you," Clarke growls with a shadow of a grin at his lips. "Miss Kongou, I take it that will suffice?"

You nod. "Should about cover it sir. Well good."

"Good. Then you," he continues, pressing an envelope into your hands, "can deliver these orders to Nagato for me. You'll be deployed to northern Japan in a few days' time, for some mission or other the JMSDF has cooked up. I've arranged some options for your transit."

"Will do, sir!" you reply with a salute.

"Captain. Admiral."
(1/2)

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>>36635934
I DID NOT COME HERE TO FEEL!

>>36636044
After an equally hateful water-taxi back to your housing, you had Nagato the envelope. Inside she finds a set of letters marked "eyes only", detailing your options for traveling to Japan hen the time comes.

"I see," Nagato muses. "They have Captain Buchanan's boat listed as an option, along with a C-5 Galaxy and a Zumwalt-class destroyer."

"And they want us to choose?" Sara asks.

Prinzessin shivers. "I hate planes."

"They're faster though," you point out. "This flightplan would get us to Aomori in a matter of hours. By ship it's four and a half days on the short end."

"We... ships?" Mary observes. "Why all this?"

Nagato eyes the charts one more time. "It would be a very long cruise. At our speed, five to six days of non-stop travel."

"If the weather holds," you point out. "Mounting waves much more than ten meters on foot isn't exactly my idea of fun."

"The sub would be quieter," Saratoga summarizes, "but we wouldn't be able to sortie if we were caught."

"We could from the destroyer," Prinzessin continues. "But even with its reduced radar cross-section, it's not as stealthy. We'd be more likely to need to fight a defensive battle."

"Not something for which we were intended," Nagato mutters. "I have my own preference..."

>Vote for the plane
>Vote for the submarine (with Captain Scarface and his wolfpack)
>Vote for the surface destroyer

>>36636195
>Vote for the plane
GO FAST

>>36636195
>Vote for the plane

And with that I'm out. Have a good night anons.

>>36636195
>>Vote for the surface destroyer

>>36636195
>Vote for the plane

>>36636195
>>Vote for the surface destroyer

>>36636195
>>Vote for the surface destroyer
USS Zumwalt (DDG-1000), Michael Monsoor or Lyndon B. Johnson.

>>36636404
There was a second flight of ships in 2045 in this timeline. The name of the ship in question is the USS Evans, named for Ernest E Evans.

>writing

>>36636404
or an as-of-yet unknown Zumwalt

>>36636195
"I'd say the plane or the Evans," you tell the group. "Don't wanna be stuck in a coffin like that sub 'till I'm well and truly ready to go in the ground."

"It WOULD get us there faster," Sara admits. "Sorry Princess, but sometimes getting there faster is just the best option."

"High altitude flights are rarely subject to attack," Nagato points out.

Prinzessin scowls. "I see. Tja... even I have to admit it would be for the best."

"I'll hold your hand," you taunt her.

"Shut it, dummkopf," she pouts.

"Fine, I'll have Nagato hold your hand."

"That would be preferable."

You sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. "You meanie."
(1/2)

>>36636571
September 7th.

In the early morning hours, you and your team are up again. This time, you need to escort a convoy out of Pearl, heading for Australia in the wee hours.

"Why?" you moan. "Never at night or in the day, always in the wee hours like now. God, it can't be after 04:00!"

"It's not," Sara confirms. "Shit, I couldn't operate aircraft in conditions like this."

"Not our call, sadly," Nagato informs you. "Step into the water, ladies. I want to be back in bed by noon."

>We should find a way to bring Mary out with us.
>We should leave someone with Mary to make sure she's okay.
>Mary can sleep in a while.
>Other?

>>36636635
>>We should find a way to bring Mary out with us.

>>36636635
>>We should find a way to bring Mary out with us.

>>36636635
>We should find a way to bring Mary out with us.

>>36636635
>We should leave someone with Mary to make sure she's okay.
Abyssal command signals might cause problems.

>>36636635
>>We should find a way to bring Mary out with us.

>>36636635
"Maybe Mary can ride shotgun with you, Sara?" you suggest. "Might be nice to get her some fresh air, let her see us in action."

"Is that advisable?" Prinzessin inquires. Maryland, however, seems excited at the opportunity.

"I can... walk on water?" she suggests. "No trouble?"

"Can you?" Nagato asks.

Mary nods happily. "Mhm!"

Nagato casts a glance at Sara. "If Sara is okay with the arrangement, you may accompany her. Please keep close at all times, Mary: you have no weapons."

In the pre-dawn dim, you and your team take the lead in front of the convoy. Prinzessin is on point, you and Nagato watch the left and right flanks several hundred meters out and a bit behind the Princess, and Saratoga guides Mary along in the center "pocket" created by your screen. Supporting you are a scant six destroyers, with a total of twenty merchant vessels in the group.

"Lemme know if you see anything," you tell Prinzessin. "Keep watch for submarines or tracks."

"Right."
>d100, best of three
>rolling for your allies offscreen

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>36636943

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>36636943

>>36636943
I'll be needing another roll.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>36636943

>>36636635
>We should leave someone with Mary to make sure she's okay.
I have a feeling the Abyssals are mind linked like the kaijus in pacific rim, and thus their target would be no other than Mary.

Rolled 24, 71 = 95 (2d100)

>>36637018
>>36636943
As it happens, two of you spot the tracks very close to the 200 mile mark off Oahu.

"10 o'clock, five tracks!" you shout. "Closing fast!"

"2 o'clock, unknown number of tracks!" Prinzessin adds. "Where are they aimed for?"

"They're aiming for US!" Saratoga shouts in alarm. "They're ignoring the convoy!"

"EVADE!" Nagato cries, jinking to her left and killing her forward momentum as much as she can in the hope that the torpedoes were leading her too much to hit her...
(1/2)

>>36637104
You follow Nagato's lead, throwing great fountains of salty spray forward from your feet as you stop practically on a dime...
"Try THAT in a full-sized battleship, why dontcha!" you shout in glee, watching the fish crisscross in front of you.

Luckily the Abyssals' aim was shit worthless, meaning they missed the mark on all four of your team AND your own Abyssal guest. They've blown their element of surprise, though your RADAR equipment is painting contacts surfacing about three klicks out.

"Surface fleet spotted!" Nagato relays. "Three destroyer class and two heavy cruiser class, confirm!"

"Confirmed!" Prinzessin replies, finally settling into the water again after vaulting over a series of torpedoes that crossed right under her feet. "Acquiring surface targets, waiting to make a torpedo run on your mark."

"Throwing out dive bombers," Saratoga announces. "No fighters available yet."

>Engage the surface targets at range
>Close and engage
>Try and go after those subs

Also,
>Roll me a d100.
>Good luck

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>36637167
>Engage the surface targets at range

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>36637167
>Engage the surface targets at range

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>36637167
>>Engage the surface targets at range
we're a battlewagon, not a destroyer

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>36637167
>Engage the surface targets at range.

Oh how exciting. Time for Kongou to waste her first volley on small fry.

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I'm sure it will all be okay.

>>36637167
>seems you're not 'lucky' this round

Rolled 62, 75, 3, 80 = 220 (4d100)

>>36637167
Okay, so roll me 2d100 for a ranged surface attack. You'll be aiming at one of the cruisers, since it makes no tactical sense to engage the destroyers at this range.

Rolled 25, 21 = 46 (2d100)

>>36637396

Rolled 18, 50 = 68 (2d100)

>>36637396
I guess it doesn't

Rolled 95, 31 = 126 (2d100)

>>36637396

Rolled 74, 42 = 116 (2d100)

>>36637396
>>36637308
I don't know if I should be happy about this or not

Rolled 6, 35 = 41 (2d100)

>>36637396

Rolled 49, 10 = 59 (2d100)

>>36637396

Rolled 93, 67 = 160 (2d100)

>>36637396
>>36637468
Sighting the lead Abyssal cruiser, your RADAR fire control paints a solid lock for you.

"Take this!" you shout. "My love, my anger, and all of my sorrow!"

"BURNING ERUPTING BARRAGE!"

On the one hand, the cruiser you're trading fire with hits you solidly with a volley of shells, one of which actually causes minor damage to your #2 turret's casemate. On the other, you put a shell into her superstructure and a second into her #1 turret, knocking it out of commission. All told, you'd call that a fair trade.

"You okay?" Saratoga asks you.

"Rattled my teeth a bit, but I'm fine," you insist. "Nagato, you okay?"

"Indeed!" she replies, dropping a second volley onto the second cruiser, raking its "bridge" and breaking several of the teeth out of its gargantuan mouth. "Just some near misses."

In the lead, you see Prinzessin drop shells onto a destroyer. It doesn't sink the creature outright, but sets it alight and stops it in the water. "Verdammt," she curses. "I wish I were in torpedo range."

"Dive bombers engaging!" Saratoga shouts as you watch her air wing harass the surface fleet. "Dropping some bombs on a subsurface contact, suspected Abyssal submarine.

Behind you, the convoy and her own escorts turn to avoid the battle, keeping their speed up all the while. The destroyers throw out some depth charges, and score at least two hits, but it seems the Abyssals aren't pursuing them.

>Suggest you fall back towards Oahu sooner rather than later.
>Suggest sticking it out here.
>Suggest the squad retire under air support: you'll be the last out.
>Other?

>>36637614
>>Suggest the squad retire under air support: you'll be the last out.

>>36637614
>Suggest the squad retire under air support: you'll be the last out.
We seem to be the target, so the convoy should be able to get through alive.

>>36637614
>>Suggest the squad retire under air support: you'll be the last out.

>>36637614
"Nagato! They're after us, maybe we need to retire!" you shout across your mic over the roar of the ocean... or rather, you thought it was the ocean.

You're not sure entirely what hit you, at first. It sent you spinning across the water like a top, kicking up a ton of briny spray and thoroughly disorienting you.

"Kongou!" Prinzessin shouts. "Get up! Quick!"

You taste copper in your mouth as you assess the damage: it looks bad, but everything is still in order. Whatever hit you did a number on your armor: another hit like that will leave you nearly defenseless.

"Just scratched the paint!" you spit. "Report!"

"Nagato's hit bad, and I've lost Mary!" Saratoga calls out. Sure enough, Nagato has lost one of her turrets entirely, and has a tral of blood running down her face and burns on her exposed midriff. What could possibly have... oh.

OH.

"Oooohhhh... fuckberries," you curse, finally identifying what hit you.

It's massive. Less of a ship and more like an island, with turrets and AA bristling all across its surface and two runways grafted to its sides. Bestial maws full of meters-long fangs leer across the water at you, and here and there red, glowing eyes stare at you like portals to Hell.

"Teufel!" Prinzessin gasps, wide-eyed at the monstrosity. "Devil born of hell, spawn of ruin and bringer of damnation..."

"We really need to get paid for this," you growl, bringing your turrets to bear...

>Bombard the new target, cover the retreat
>Cover for Mary, she seems like she's got a plan.
>Stop Mary. Nagato's still in fighting shape, you just need to get the HELL out of here
>Other

>>36637977
>>Cover for Mary, she seems like she's got a plan.

>>36637977
>>Cover for Mary, she seems like she's got a plan.

>>36637977
>Cover for Mary, she seems like she's got a plan.

I feel things are going slower and slower.

Will update in a few minutes.

>>36637977
>Cover for Mary, she seems like she's got a plan.
Come on, Mary, don't let us down.

>>36637977
>>Cover for Mary, she seems like she's got a plan.

>>36637977
Roll me 2d100 for covering fire.

Rolled 20, 89 = 109 (2d100)

>>36638157

>>36638157

Firing!

Rolled 36, 37 = 73 (2d100)

>>36638157

Rolled 18, 55 = 73 (2d100)

>>36638157
>>36638173

Let's try that again, shall we?

Rolled 56, 85 = 141 (2d100)

>>36638157

>>36638157
>writing
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHcunREYzNY

>>36638194
>We'll meet again
Will that's a deadly premonition...

>>36638194
"Go! Mary!" you shout in support, firing your cannons ineffectively at the behemoth that is approaching Nagato's position. She fires on it herself, and between the two of you your fire does a bit of damage. Bombs form Saratoga's bombers and now her fighters pound the thing's armor even as it launches its own fighters to counter them. Prinzessin unloads her fish at it and joins Sara in the withdrawal.

But through the fire, Maryland pulls out between Nagato and the great, floating island of steel and puts her arms out.

Strangely, the giant Abyssal stops in the water, as if regarding her.

Maryland turns in place to face her old friend, saying something to her you can't hear at this distance. Nagato's response carries across your radio gear, though.

"What... what do you mean? Mary?"

Suddenly, something erupts from one of the mouths of the Abyssal: something long, and sharp, and blindingly fast. A crimson flower blooms from the center of Maryland's unprotected chest as a toothy spear pierces her body.

You can hear Nagato's scream from here, even without the radio. It's the sound of helplessness and rage and sorrow, all mixed into one emotional outburst.

Maryland's arm raises in a weak salute as the Abyssal draws her back into its maw. You fire at it. Nagato fires at it.

Though bloodied and damaged, the great war-engine turns and begins to sink back into the depths.

As Nagato tries to chase it down, you manage to catch and hold her in place. She struggles had against you.

"Out of my way!"

"She's gone, Nagato!" you insist as shells from the retreating Abyssals land all around you.

"SHE CAN'T BE!" Nagato cries. "I WON'T ALLOW IT!"

"It's over," you tell her as she breaks down in your arms. "It's over."
(1/2)

Rolled 61, 41 = 102 (2d100)

>>36638295
wat

she better fucking not be gone

>>36638295
What the fuck was that?

>>36638313
My thoughts exactly anon.

>>36638295
What the fuck kind of bullshit plan was that shit?

What. The. Fuck?

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>>36638295

>>36638295
September 9th.

Three days since Maryland's death, and Nagato still hasn't spoken. Night is falling, and all she's done so far today is go through the motions of her job. More like a machine now than a person whenever you see her.

She barely eats. She hasn't been sleeping.

You're worried. All of you are.

>Try to get her to eat something?
>Make her some tea? There's a nip in the air, something warm would be nice.
>Ask her what Mary said before she died: avoiding this hasn't helped so far.
>Other?

>>36638350
>>Make her some tea? There's a nip in the air, something warm would be nice.
>Ask her what Mary said before she died: avoiding this hasn't helped so far.

>>36638350
>Ask her what Mary said before she died: avoiding this hasn't helped so far.

What fucking bullshit was that shit OP?

Where the flying fuck did that come from?

Nice fucking railroading, why the fuck did we even roll?

Thanks for taking everything away right as we got her back you railroading piece of shit.

>>36638350

>Try to get her to eat something?
>Make her some tea? There's a nip in the air, something warm would be nice.
>Ask her what Mary said before she died: avoiding this hasn't helped so far.

Tea and scones.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36638350
Hug her.
>>36638363
Also

>>36638295
>>36638350
That is not what I voted for at all. What the hell is this AoC?

>Other?
She's not dead, she can't be, fuck this shit we're going out and hunting for her.

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>>36638350
>Make her some tea? There's a nip in the air, something warm would be nice.
>Ask her what Mary said before she died; avoiding this hasn't helped so far.

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

I think we've learned a valuable lesson here. Only newtypes are good at rolling.

>>36638350
>Try to get her to eat something?
>Make her some tea? There's a nip in the air, something warm would be nice.

>>36638313
>>36638325
>>36638338
Mary had a plan. She had neither the time nor the communication skills to relate it, so she acted instead.

>>36638295
>>36638350
what

what the fuck Ace?

where the fuck did you pull that bullshit railroading from?

>>36638391
That wasn't a plan that was suicide.

>nor the communication skills to relate it
She spoke to Nagato, she sure as shit could have said something or relay something.

That was just fucking bullshit OP, fuck you.

>>36638391
Plan my ass, go fuck yourself she couldn't communicate her 'plan'.

And why the fuck couldn't we act to save her? Why couldn't we help her?

You just railroaded us straight through.

What the fuck?

>>36638391
My thoguhts can be summed up with >>36638405 & >>36638419

That was out of nowhere and we should have had a chance to act when she did rather than you just cramming that down our throats, right after we got Mary back.

Fuck it, fuck this gay shit, if your going to just railroad straight ahead to FEELsville Railroadtown then I'm out.

>>36638391
>so she acted instead.
so we should have been able to as well, but evidently you decided to railroad her death just on a single vote

fuck you

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>>36638391
That sounds like a bit of a stretch Ace.

>>36638391
I know some things like this was go to happen when put We'll Meet Again.

>>36638391
Seriously? You're going to try and justify that bullshit?

A single vote with evidently meaningless dice and you kill off Mary after we saved her, and finally got her humanity back.

>>36638449
It was a hell of a lot more than 'a bit of a stretch', it was blatant out and out railroading.

>>36638449
your pic related is more appropriate than calling it a stretch.

it was a pretty clear kick in the balls out of no where

It's railroading, but I want to see what Ace had planned. I didn't expect it either.

Give him a chance. I don't think this encounter would have been winnable otherwise.

>>36638515
>but I want to see what Ace had planned
I don't.

>I don't think this encounter would have been winnable otherwise.
Even more blatant railroading and fucking atrocious QMing

>Give him a chance.
The only chance he has is to fix his shitty attempt to force drama and feelz, if we can't get Mary back then he can go fuck himself and write shitty fanfiction by himself.

>>36638515
>I don't think this encounter would have been winnable otherwise.
That only makes the asspull he pulled even worse.

Whether I give him a chance and trust him ever again is dependant on what he does next. But seeing as he's content to ignore us after he railroads this bad and ruins this quest and instead is spending his time running his other quest at the same time I'm inclined to not give him a chance.

>>36638515
>It's railroading, but I want to see what Ace had planned. I didn't expect it either.
No one expected it, because he pulled it straight from the realm of How To Kill Your Quest 101.

If what he has 'planned' (read what he's going to railroad next) does not bring Mary back after this bullshit then I don't want to see what he has planned, nor give him another chance.

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For what its worth Ace, you've pulled a big one here by causing a shitstorm in three threads.

Well played, I guess?

>>36638566
Alright. Then get the fuck out.
Your whining is just wasting posts left before autosage.

In hindsight, covering for Mary felt like the worse option compared to stopping her or bombing the big evil island type abyssal.

>>36638589
only thing he pulled was this bullshit out of his ass

well played my ass

>>36638350
You carefully pour out a cup of tea for Nagato, and carry it over to her. She barely reacts as you set it down in front of her and take a seat opposite on the couch.

"What did she say to you?" you ask.

That got her attention. Nagato looks up, as if noticing you there for the first time.

"She said "we'll meet again"," she tells you softly. "I don't understand what she meant."

"Who can say?" you admit. "Do you think you'll see her again?"

Nagato looks long into her tea, then out over the ocean as she takes a sip. "The world is vast," she tells you. "There are many things in it I do not understand, nor can I see."

"So you think it's possible?" you press, joining her gaze out over the Pacific. A warm glow and the distant rumble of a thunderstorm out over the ocean somewhere would have made this a pleasant evening given any other circumstances.

"I think..." Nagato begins.

"Yes?"

"... the sun does not set in that direction," she observes with a frown.

With a start, you realize it's true: the sun sets in the West, and your windows face East. That, and the sun SHOULD have gone down by now.

And the thunder is getting louder.

"Prinzessin!" you call out. "Fetch me some field glasses! Right now!"

As the confused German passes the binoculars off to Nagato, your friend gasps in surprise.

"Range seventeen kilometers, East by Southeast," Nagato tells you, a trace of excitement in her voice. "Tell me what you see..."
>dice +1d100, best of five.
>because binoculars aren't that hard

>>36638593
In hindsight, knowing he was going to railroad her to her death and leave us unable to act in any way and timeskip ahead so we can't possibly do anything.

In hindsight every option probably would have gotten her killed because anyway because he would have railroaded it regardless.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>36638606

>>36638606
The fucking cunt doesn't even bother to address us and just steams on ahead...

Fuck this, you had one chance OP, you blew it.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>36638606

>>36638608
Doubtful when over 45 threads of SoZ has not gotten any beloved characters killed.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>36638606
fuckit this shit can't get any worse

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>36638606

>>36638620
Be honest. You and the other whiners aren't going to leave. If you did, you wouldn't be able to kick up all this drama to feed your ego's.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>36638606

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>36638606

Saving throw, Ace. This is your saving throw, people are judging you right now.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>36638648
Not that anon, but I'm one of the whiners and I'm waiting to see how he salvages this mess before kicking up any more dust or deciding that this ain't worth my time.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>36638606
Wait and see I said. And so we see...

>>36638606
I'm enjoying this story and like to see where its going, in spite of the whiners.

>>36638660
>>36638668
It would be a lot more enjoyable for the rest of us if you left and stayed out in the future.

>>36638606
>88
"I see... it's a battle?" Sure enough, there are several objects out there, large and small. A smallish one is in the lead, followed by three large Abyssal ships and a few of those oversized cannonballs with teeth they sometimes use as escorts. The lead object is firing behind itself as it moves across the water, with loud echoes that had sounded like thunder at first.

"Look closer," Nagato insists. "Tell me you see it too. Tell me this is real."

You bring the glasses into tighter focus on the lead figure, and it grows increasingly familiar. Human, with a large, turret-laden mass following quickly in its wake. Female, pale skin, pale hair, burning red eyes: another Abyssal girl?

"No," you comment aloud, starting to share in Nagato's excitement. "Not 'another' Abyssal girl... the SAME Abyssal girl!"

"She is wearing the same dress!" Nagato shouts in your ear. "It has to be her! Get down to the docks!"

"How?" Saratoga asks in shock. "How is she here?"

"I don't care!" you counter. "She needs our help!"

>roll me a d100 to see how fast you can get yourself equipped

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>36638728

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>36638728

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>36638728
Hah, Maryland is back looks like they failed to reconvert her.

>>36638693
Are you going to make a big fuss about the morons stirring shit up, or are you going to carry on and ignore the shitheads?

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>36638728
I'm surprised there isn't a procedure for emergency deployment.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>36638728

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>36638728

I had faith. And faith was rewarded.

NOW LET"S GO RESCUE THAT IMOUTO!!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>36638770
And chain her to our waist so she never goes anywhere ever again.

Overprotective nee-san is a go

>>36638750
I believe that ignoring a small group of circlejerking assholes when everyone is anonymous, and there isn't a discussion about something else already in full swing, is that the circlejerkers appear to be bigger than they are because they're the only ones posting.

Does the new poster counter actually work to curb that?

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>36638785
>Does the new poster counter actually work to curb that?
Not really, its only useful for seeing how many IP's have been used in the thread, so if you lose connection or your router reconnects or you post from a phone or mobile device you'll usually have a bunch of IPs for one poster.

It's pretty useless except for a measure of a rough figure of how many may be posting, its better used when you figure out an average across several threads but even then is still pretty inaccurate.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>36638728

>>36638785
>Does the new poster counter actually work to curb that?
Can't tell; it only tells you how many unique IPs have posted on this thread. People can drop off due to RL events and dropped connections.

Good for average participation and follower counts, but terrible for actually figuring out who is who.

>>36638728
You doubt that you've ever gotten your gear on as quick as you just managed. All four of you hit the water in record time, and speed towards the fight as quickly as you can. Your engines strain in protest, and the hydraulics on Nagato's recently patched turret fail as she tries to get it properly laid for the range. With a full headwind, Saratoga unleashes her full arsenal of aircraft: wave after wave of bombers, torpedo bombers, and fighters. Everything she has left is in the air by the time you, Nagato, and Prinzessin open fire yourselves, raining hot death in every conceivable flavor on Maryland's pursuers.

"Miss me?" she shouts as you join her.

You can''t be sure, but you think Nagato is actually crying with joy at seeing her friend not only alive, but apparently better than ever.

"Of course," she tells Mary. "Like you were my own sister."

"Hate to break it up, but there's still that," you gesture behind you, "to deal with?"

"Too true," comes Prinzessin's reply as she dumps torpedoes into the water, hitting the lead Abyssal ship.

>Engage here, make your stand
>Keep running and gunning until you reach the shallows
>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)

>>36638898
>Keep running and gunning until you reach the shallows

>>36638898
>>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)

>>36638898
>>Keep running and gunning until you reach the shallows
whats Jet Set Kantai?

>>36638898
>>Keep running and gunning until you reach the shallows

>>36638898
>>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)

Oh fuck yes...

>>36638898
>>Keep running and gunning until you reach the shallows

>>36638898
>>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)
>>36638921
Jet set radio?

>>36638945
>Jet set radio?
Never heard of it, but fuck it, sounds cool so I'll change from >>36638921 to
>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)

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>>36638898
>>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)

>>36638898
>>You're feeling good, and these shoes you're wearing look an AWFUL lot like skates... (Jet Set Kantai option)

>>36638898
Okay, so here's how this works.

Roll me d100 for the maneuver. Best of three. Then I'll ask for 2d100 for shooting.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>36639049
Here you go, boss

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>36639049

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>36639049
I've been rolling shit all night. FACEPLANT, HO!

>>36639063
AAAALLLLRRIIIGHTY THEN!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>36639049

>>36639060
>>36639061
>>36639063
well fuck...

Rolled 62, 14 = 76 (2d100)

>>36639063
You miss the grind, but manage to maneuver in close enough that your big, lumbering opponents can't depress their guns enough to hit you.

Now let's see those 2d100 rolls, and we'll be on our way.

Rolled 55, 4 = 59 (2d100)

>>36639063
Just stop rolling anon

>>36639090

Rolled 91, 98 = 189 (2d100)

>>36639090
C'mon, baby!

Rolled 65, 98 = 163 (2d100)

>>36639090
Come on and roll like a Dom.

Rolled 81, 64 = 145 (2d100)

>>36639090

Rolled 45, 53 = 98 (2d100)

>>36639090

Rolled 25, 61 = 86 (2d100)

>>36639090

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>>36639102

Rolled 32, 92 = 124 (2d100)

>>36639102
holy shit nice rolling

>>36639102
Sweet Christ on a hotdog bun...
>writing

>>36639102
TIME FOR EXPLOSIONS!

>>36639145
Cool Kanmusu don't look at explosions.

>>36639142
You've been playing a lot of Jet Set Radio: an old video game that came somewhere between when you died and were reborn. It's about three things: graffiti, sick grinds, and the phat beatz... whatever all that means.

All you know is that your shoes have got keels on them, and somehow break the laws of physics in half as you know them. So, what the hell.

You manage to leap into the air and come down on the edge of an Abyssal heavy cruiser, which would let you rake the decks of the adjacent battleship with a brutal barrage had one of the cruiser's secondaries not caught you in the face. That puts you in the water between them.

You're not having it.

"PISS OFF YOU WANKER!" you shout, blasting away at the heavy cruiser with your full broadside at point blank range. Shockwaves distort the surface of the water, reflecting wildly between the two hulls as you pummel it below the waterline.

Behind you, Nagato and the Princess follow suite. Nagato hits one side of the sinking cruiser and rakes the battleship as you'd planned, focusing her firepower on the forward turrets while Saratoga's planes are establishing air superiority for her. On the opposite beam, Prinzessin launches a full spread of five torpedos, all of which slam into a second Abyssal battleship. It's effectively crippled by the blasts.

Finally, it's Maryland's turn. "Fighting Mary" they used to call her, and now the old girl charges headlong into battle with a whooping war cry, unloading her guns into any target she can spot... before cutting ties entirely with the huge, armed monstrosity that's been following her around and which carries her massive guns.

As she passes you, you notice she's not ENTIRELY the same as before: two short little horns protrude from her forehead now.

"CHEESE IT!" she shouts. "Get clear, all of you! Pull back your planes!"

The Abyssals continue firing confusedly as you all race back towards Waikiki... and are practically lifted from the water by a massive explosion.

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>>36639265

>>36639265
Thankfully you've put some distance between you and that THING Mary shed onto the cruiser's deck, because there's now no sign of the cruiser. The battleships are both screaming and on fire: LITERALLY screaming in pain as they die.

The escorts are gone as well, and a few of Sara's remaining aircraft have been knocked out of the sky by the titanic blast.

"Cooked off the whole thing," Mary explains. "Never much liked it anyway."

"Welcome back," Sara greets her, clapping the pale young woman on the shoulder.

You shake your head as you greet her much the same way.

"You've got one HELL of a lot of 'splaining to do."

>>36639296
And that's all for tonight. Thanks for sticking with it to those of you that did, and to those of you crying railroad: this was all the result of your own choices: specifically bringing Mary along in the first place and choosing to actively support her rather than stopping her.

And in the long run, you should be glad you did, because that had a HUGE positive effect.

No idea when the next one will be. Maybe next weekend same time, but it depends on a lot of external factors. So keep an eye on twitter, and thanks for playing.

>>36639327
See you next thread.

>>36639327
Think for running I had fun, I'm look forward to next time.

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>>36639327
Thanks for GMing, I like the idea and the execution.

>>36639361
Thank you kindly anon.

And now I must depart before I pass out at my desk.

Rolled 4, 37 = 41 (2d100)

>>36639327
Thanks for the thread