>>45447402
>>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

Rip and tear!

>>45447402
>>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

>>45447402
>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

Time to wreck some shit!

>>45447402
>>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

>>45447402
>>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

>>45447402
>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

>>45447402
It's Samar in reverse - so do it right this time. Line astern, punch through the center of the abyssal landing group and fire every torpedo you have in sequence. They can't fire back without risking catching their own ships in the crossfire, and they sure as hell can use torpedoes. Concentrate fire in the landing ships, then book it to Sammy and Heerman while making smoke to cover your withdrawal.

>>45447632
That should bet he Abyssals *can't* use torpedoes if that wasn't obvious.

>>45447402
>>Try to disrupt the Abyssal landing forces as much as possible.

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>>45447402
"All right girls," You call out to your fellow Fletcher girls behind you. "Stick close! There's going to be a lot of targets so we don't want to be hitting each other!"

"R-right!" Luce nods. The pause her voice tells you that she's slightly intimidated by the sheer number of Abyssals she's seeing both visually and on radar. "L-line astern, everybody!"

"Don't worry." You say reassuringly. "A lot of those contacts are just unarmed transports. It's not as bad as it looks."

You hope.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVK17-1AeQA

The Abyssals serving as the pickets are slow to react, possibly not expecting an attack from this angle. Your radar fire directors cue your aim in on the nearest destroyer, three direct hits blasting in the side and cracking it in half like a spoiled egg, oilblood gushing from its ruined carapace. However, you don't stop or slow down at all, speeding right through the hole you've just opened up. Luce and the others follow your lead and start firing their own 5 inch cannons at anything in sight. This close in, and with their radars, there was no way they could miss. More Abyssal pickets were blown to pieces, or sent scurrying away for safety, completely breaking up their once tight formation.

(cont)

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>>45447915
Deeper in, the rest of the Abyssals were just as confused, flopping and thrashing as they tried to intercept you and find a suitable angle to fire. You make it much harder for them by weaving in around the many transport ships slowly lumbering their way to shore. They were big, bulbous, and ugly, and greatly resembled the Wa-class Abyssals you had encountered before.

"W-why aren't they firing on us?" Daly blinks, her cannons still blazing furiously in the target rich environment.

"They can't! They'd hit their own transports!" It finally dawns upon Luce. "You're amazing, Hoel!"

"Haha, well, it's standard tactics!" You chuckle at the compliment, when your radar pings with a BIG return.

Up front, you can see a huge cluster of about a dozen Wa-class transports, slowly steaming their way to shore. Your torpedo launcher twitches in anticipation, hungry for action. While you cannot deny it was a really juicy target, there was still the possibility that you could run into heavier ships.

>UNLEASH HELL
>Save your torps for later.
>Other

>>45447939
>UNLEASH HELL

Drop the Hammer!

>>45447939
>UNLEASH HELL
this is a perfect time to blow our load.

>>45447939
>Save your torps for later.
Save it for the battleships, use our 5-inchers.

>>45447939
>UNLEASH HELL

>>45447939

>Save your torps for later

Breaking apart their formation is already good enough, and our 5 inchers can do considerable damage regardless against the transports. Don't want to be caught unarmed against another BB or something

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Reminder to never lose hope.

>>45447939
>>Save your torps for later.

Yep, not discounting the possibility of meeting more BBs later, especially when we KNOW that some of them are in this attack due to how we encountered one already.

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>>45448176
>never lose hope
>denying ultimate power

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>>45448208
>[X] Become Beautiful

How easy do you think it is for Hoel to disguise herself as other Fletchers?

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>>45448176
That cat is just checking out Wo's ass.

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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>45447939
Hm, it looks like we've ended up with a tie here, so we're going to have to leave it to a roll off.

1. Fire torps
2. Save torps

>>45447939
The Fletcher's have quintuple launchers, we can fire torpedoes and still have plenty in reserve. Also, unlike IJN ships (which avoid reloads because oxygen torps tend to explode when hit - that's how White Plains won her gun duel), they usually carry reloads. So fire one in every two tubes, or two in every three. In this close they can't maneuver so you don't need to bracket them will a full spread. That will leave some tubes loaded as a reserve while you reload the others.

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>>45448239
Not to late for Cole to get dat ass!

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>>45448251
We still got extra torps right?

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>>45448264
That requires Hoel getting close enough to another Wo to whack her with the bat.

And then applying that bat to Wo's ass

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>>45448300
We'll have more opportunities.

Maybe we'll even steal a poor girl's Reppu!

The Reppu is also a symbiote

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>>45448334
>Stealing Reppuu
>Not just paying regular Reppuu tolls
It's like you don't want to open up the northern seas with as little loss of life and materiel as possible

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>>45448334
Then an entire fricking harbor will come after us.

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>>45448403
>>45448368
HOPPO IS MADE FOR BULLYING AND CAPTURING

HER REPPU WILL BE OURS

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>>45448433
And then Hoppo ends up under Vahlen's knives...

>>45448485
We can hide her in our room.

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>>45448251
"All right girls" You call out to Luce, Wren, and Daly. "I'm going to break left, that's going to bring us parallel with that transport formation there! When you have the shot, fire off a couple of torpedoes!"

"Roger!" You hear the other Fletchers respond.

Up ahead, the Was don't seem to be particularly concerned about your presence, or maybe they just plain were not aware of the danger they were in. After all, last time you had encountered one, it didn't really exhibit that much intelligence at all. However, a couple of destroyers try to move in to shield them, but a few 5 inch rounds easily knock them out.

"NOW!" You yell. Your torpedo launcher jerks and shakes as a pair of torpedoes are ejected and splash down in the water. You immediately break to the left, giving Luce an opportunity to fire before breaking left to give Wren and Daly their shots. Eight torpedoes streak in, two being wasted by detonating on the already slain carcasses of the escort destroyers, but the remaining six find their mark. The Wa transports groan in pain as your torpedoes pop their bulbous bodies like balloon, throwing oilblood, debris, and bodyparts in all directions. Luce and Wren's torpedoes find their marks as well, hitting transports and causing massive secondary explosions as stored munitions are set off and oilblood ignites. Daly, who's last in line, only manages a partial hit on the trailing Wa, hitting its engine and setting it alight. You see its fat belly distort and crawl before tearing open as its cargo, a swarm a of freakish crab-like creatures, pour out like spiders breaking free from an egg sac, leaping into the ocean in an attempt to escape the fire.

(cont)

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>>45448497
>sitcom shenanigans as we hide Hoppo and try to give her Reppuus and fish
Let's do this.

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>>45448547
"Haha! Nice!" Wren whoops.

"Suck on that, Abyssal scum!" Daly cheers.

"L-let's not celebrate yet!" Luce stammers.

You feel she has a point. Your radar showed you that the destroyers were clearing out, leaving the remaining Was to their fate. Were they that intimidated by you, or... was there something else?

>Finish off the rest off the rest of the transports.
>Something's not right. You need to get the hell out of here.
>Other

>>45448576
>Finish off the rest off the rest of the transports.

FINISH THIS BEFORE WE GO HOME

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>>45448576
>Something's not right. You need to get the hell out of here.

>>45448576
>Something's not right. You need to get the hell out of here.

>>45448576
Smoke time. Your radar's can cut through it, there's will have more trouble I suspect. You can always fire torpedoes and precision 5" shots through the smoke screen. Another Samar tactic.

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>>45448576
Supporting >>45448613

>>45448576
>Finish off the rest off the rest of the transports.
and this!
>>45448613

>>45448576
>Something's not right. You need to get the hell out of here.
They're getting out of the line of fire.

>>45448613
>Smoke time.
This.

>>45448576
>Finish off the rest off the rest of the transports.

>>45448263
>Also, unlike IJN ships (which avoid reloads because oxygen torps tend to explode when hit - that's how White Plains won her gun duel), they usually carry reloads.
Er, that's the exact *opposite* of how it worked, historically.

Japanese Destroyers were notorious for carrying reloads of their Type 90s and type 93s so as to increase their effective firepower as much as possible, with much of their Destroyer tactics being based around launching a spread, disengaging, and then reloading and launching *another* spread. Hara talks about using that tactic in the Solomons and Guadalcanal at length.

US Destroyers traditionally *didn't* carry reloads, instead preferring to use that extra weight and deckspace on AA guns and larger physical launchers, and in general making the ship not as shit to exist on.

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>>45448576
Okay, so there seems to be a consensus to smoke, but not quite clear what to do after you smoke, so lets narrow this down...

>Smoke and withdraw
>Smoke and fight
>Other

>>45448743
>Smoke and withdraw

>>45448743
>Smoke and fight

Complete the mission.

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>>45448726
It's 5PM where I'm at.

>>45448743
>Smoke and withdraw

>>45448743
>Smoke and fight

>>45448743
>Smoke and withdraw
Take a few shots as we leave

>>45448743
>Smoke and fight

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>>45448743
>Smoke and withdraw

We'll lose the convoy if we withdraw.

>>45448857
It's obviously a trap, My guess is suicide bomb or Massed bombardment of the area.

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>>45448837
aidoru shipsloots when?

>>45448875
Or they're scared of the one who can resist them.

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>>45448875
Or something big and nasty is coming our way

>>45448882
That just makes a trap all the more likely. Best to nuke her now to get rid of her.

>>45448898
that too.

>>45448743
>Smoke and fight

>>45448743
>Smoke and fight
What could possibly go wrong?

>>45448909
>>45448898
If something nasty is coming, it'll follow us and we'll lead it back to wherever.

Wars were never won by running away.

>>45448743
>Smoke and withdraw
The Abyssal escorts are trying to get away quickly as the transports burn. There's probably munitions about to blow the entire area.

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>45448743
Oh boy, and here we are at another tie! Guess we'll have to have another roll off!

1. Fight
2. Withdraw

>>45448923
Battles can be won by running away, especially if it's to lead the enemy into a trap baited with defenseless transports.

"A ballistic Projectile detected!"
"Ballistic Projectile? Where did it come from-"

>>45448984
Phew... While fighting might've been useful somehow, I just didn't feel all that good about our odds when we've spent our fish already.

>>45448702
Sorry, I was talking taking KanColle fit outs, not WW2 - this fandom usually demonstrates that both sides learned their lesson from the war. I assumed that our USN shipgirls would be carrying reloads.

>>45448984
No need to roll, a tie means a fighting withdrawal.

>>45448984
I have a gut feeling that letting the Abyssals go now will come back to haunt us later.

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>>45448984
"Girls, lay smoke and we'll keep moving north!" You bark.

"But we've still got targets-" Wren protests.

"Sh! Hoel must have a reason!" Luce responds.

"We did our damage. We still have the base to worry about." You explain. "Now lay that smoke!"

The Fletchers nod as their smokestacks start expelling thick white smoke behind them. You do so to. You remember from one of the Captain's lectures that most Abyssals didn't have radar like you, and were purely reliant on optical tracking, though it was theorized by Shen and Vahlen that the more advanced types like the humanoid ones were equipped with it. You weren't sure yourself, but you weren't about to take chances.

And it seems you moved out the nick of time. Your radar pings with a large and fast contact suddenly appear from the open ocean, making a beeline for the stricken transport convoy. You turn to see the Fletchers nervously looking at each other, no doubt having seen the mystery contact on their own radars. Looks like you dodged a bullet of some sort there.

Up ahead were more destroyer types, though their attention was not turned to you. Up above, the A-10s were still performing strafing runs. Their rockets and missiles long expended, they were not resorting to using their cannons, sending down a torrent of 30mm shells tearing through the Abyssal formations. The lead A-10 swoops down first, its cannon roaring as curtains of water shoot up from the shell impacts. Abyssal armor cracks and shatters under the assault, their relatively thin armor no match for the A-10's tankbusting gun.

(cont)

>>45449151
>I assumed that our USN shipgirls would be carrying reloads.
It's not really that simple. Generally, the ships have to be designed from the start to do it, as reloading the torp tubes at sea required a bit of dedicated equipment, and that's without even getting into the topweight and deckspace issues of torp reloads - late war Japanese DDs had to omit some of their reloads due to the sheer weight issues they caused.

And given how utterly packed tot he gulls with Gun, AA and Torp the Fletchers already were, there's not realistically enough space or spare displacement to provide even one or two spare torpedoes. Certainly not without a ground-up rebuild in a major shipyard.

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>>45449274
However, as the trailing A-10 comes in for its own strafing run, you notice something wrong. The destroyers turn their attention, and their guns, to the sky, and begin firing wildly. Thick clouds of flak start exploding around the diving attack plane with frightening accuracy for optically guided guns. Were they starting to learn its attack patterns?

The A-10, now under fire, quickly pulls away, but you could see it leaking thick black smoke as flak explosions continue to chase it through the sky.

"Mayday mayday! This is Viper 2! I've taken damage and am losing altitude!" You hear the panicked pilot cry.

"W-we have to do something!" Luce cries.

"Hoel, where are you!?" Heerman's voice crackles over the radio, her voice distorted by explosions and cannon fire. "We're getting our backs pushed to the shore here!"

You look to Luce, then to the dying A-10, and then to the plumes of smoke rising to the north, suddenly unsure of what to do.

>Rescue the A-10
>Reinforce Heerman and Sam.
>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.
>Send Luce and the others to rescue the A-10 while you head for the base.
>Other

>>45449287
>>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

>>45449287
>>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

>>45449287
>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

>>45449287
>>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

>>45449287
>Rescue the A-10

>>45449287
>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

>>45449287
>>Reinforce Heerman and Sam.

>>45449287
>>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

They should go to reinforce, we only need one to save the pilot.

>>45449287
>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

>>45449287
>>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.
Call out the downed pilot and that we are moving for retrieval.

>>45449287
>Send Luce and the others to the base while you handle the A-10.

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>>45449287
Damnit, you couldn't just leave a pilot hanging. Half your damn job was rescuing them, after all!

"Luce, take the others and keep heading north till you reach the base! Find Heerman!" You order. "And don't stop for anything!"

"But-" Luce starts.

"Just go!" You bark.

Luce, Wren, and Daly wordlessly speed off to the north while you break off to trail the damaged A-10. You could see it struggling to gain altitude, but with its damaged engines, it was having trouble just staying in the air. The Abyssal destroyers in the water continue to hound it, lobbing flak shells into the sky with reckless abandon. Its companion A-10, Viper 1, does what it can to relieve the pressure, but his attack runs were limited by the fact that he was trying to avoid a face full of flak as well.

"Viper 2, this is Hoel, do you read?" You call out over the radio.

"Viper 2, I read you!" The pilot responds, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "Sure is nice to hear a friendly voice!"

"What's your condition? Can you get back to shore?" You ask as you blast a pair of destroyers whose backs were unwisely turned to you.

"I think so, if you can get those bastards to quit shooting me up with flak!" Viper 2 grunts as his craft is rocked with more explosions.

That was a tall order, considering the number of Abyssals both under him and in his path. You could probably ask him to bail out, but then he'd be a sitting duck in an ocean of Abyssal sharks, which meant you'd have to babysit him all the way back to base...

>Try to clear a path for Viper 2 to safely withdraw.
>Tell Viper 2 to punch out and you'll carry him to safety.
>Other

>>45449622
>>Try to clear a path for Viper 2 to safely withdraw.

>>45449622
>>Tell Viper 2 to punch out and you'll carry him to safety.

>>45449622
>Tell Viper 2 to punch out and you'll carry him to safety.

>>45449622
>Tell Viper 2 to punch out and you'll carry him to safety.

Fireman or Princess?

>>45449622
>Try to clear a path for Viper 2 to safely withdraw.

>>45449286
Cool. My jobs in modern weps and modularity is the name of the game these days for the USN. My historical speciality is age of sail - so WW2 fits right in the middle of the 'I don't know as much as I wish I did' period.

>>45449669
Tribal

>>45449622
>Try to clear a path for Viper 2 to safely withdraw.

>>45449669
>>45449690
Someone at base better take a picture of Hoel and her 'catch of the day' to share with the guy's buddies.

Is this our Batlead?

>>45449622
>>Try to clear a path for Viper 2 to safely withdraw.

The quicker option that won't force Hoel to go all the way back to base. Also helps to preserve the plane, but that's honestly a secondary benefit right now.

>>45449622
Okay, back in an are j know sketching about. A-10s can fly crazy close to the ground or water and stall out at a ridiculously slow speed - so have him hit the deck - those old school flack guns shouldn't be able to depress enough to hit him and even if they could altitude fused flack shells don't work horizontally iirc. Also, given that the A-10 has actual armor, is not have the pilot bail unless we have to - he's much safer in the bathtub that under a chute. A-10a can fly with half a wing and half a tail gone, and with only one engine - he should be fine.

>>45449622
>>Try to clear a path for Viper 2 to safely withdraw.

>>45449622
>>Tell Viper 2 to punch out and you'll carry him to safety.

>>45449669
>Princess
as if there's a choice

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>we get our very own pilot husbando

>>45449871
Anna won't be happy.

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>>45449622
From what you remember, A-10s were built quite a lot like the planes from your era. Heavy and with lots of armor. As long as he could avoid the worst of the flak, he should have a good chance of making it back to shore. All he had to do was get past the island.

"All right, Viper 2, listen up. Get as low as you possibly can." You instruct. "They can't adjust their flak to work point blank."

"R-roger." Viper 2 gulps.

"Viper 1, can you assist?" You ask.

"Sorry, I'm completely out." Viper 1 says, his own A-10 orbiting helplessly. "I can do a few dry runs to draw their fire, but that's it."

>Any help is appreciated.
>No need to risk yourself like that.
>Other

>>45449917
We can share.

>>45449918
>>No need to risk yourself like that.

>>45449918
>>No need to risk yourself like that.

>>45449871
If we want to get a pairoto husbando, he better a navy, not chair force.

>>45449918
>No need to risk yourself like that.

A-10's are a shitty plane anyway.

>>45449918
>>No need to risk yourself like that.
thank you based a10

>>45449918
>>No need to risk yourself like that.
>>Other
Hit those bitches.

>>45449918
>>No need to risk yourself like that.
last thing we need is two planes going down.

>>45449944
Shitty, but charming in an ugly puppy sorta way.

>>45449918
The newcomer might be providing radar guidance - that would explain why their accuracy went from crap to not crawl so quickly. As the orbiting A-10 to hold position, but have him and our wounded bird switch on their jamming pods. Jammers are standard A-10 load out, but I doubt they even had them on since they weren't going up against radar at the time. Worth a shot and doesn't cost us anything.

If we get in a pickle A-10s usually carry to AAMs for self-defense. Turn the guidance off and they become straight firing rockets. The warheads won't do crap, but they could make the Abysalls flinch if we need to buy a couple of seconds at some point.

>>45449944
You clearly have never needed CAS before...or you too would worship at the alter of an old, slow and very ugly plane.

>>45450044
CAS hasn't been relevant in decades.

>>45449918
>>No need to risk yourself like that.

>>45450058
Hahahaha! Really? Because I have a crapload of guys from Iraq, Afganistan, and the fight against ISIS who will tell you that A-10s and our myriad of AC-130s are the only reason they're still alive. Sure, the A-10 is useless against tanks built after the 1960s, but it does truly awful things to people and light vehicles.

>>45450096
That slow stall speed and long loiter time are a big deal. Plenty of other aircraft an carry the weapons, but being able to take your time makes a big difference in danger close situations.

>>45450096
>Americans can barely defeat some militia with AK-47's and need big expensive gatling gun carriers to do the job

"Best Army in the world"

>>45450159
Right now air support is all we're really doing on a broad scale against ISIS - the locals are doing the dirty work. And they certainly like having our planes around.

But hey, if you can do better you're more than welcome to enlist. It wouldn't be the first time we screwed something up and needed the FNGs to sort us out. But more often than not its the other way around...

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>>45449918
"No need to risk yourself like that, we can handle things here." You assure him.

"Roger that." Viper 1 says as his A-10 waves off. Better that he get his craft rearmed and refueled so it can get back into the fight as soon as possible rather than loiter here uselessly.

"All right, Viper 2, keep heading east. I'll draw enemy fire away from you." You say as you swing your course west, towards the thickest concentration of Abyssals.

"Roger that. Thanks, Hoel." Viper 2 says as his A-10 vectors toward you.

You make sure your 5 inchers are loaded and ready to fire as you take aim at the approaching destroyers...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>45450201

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>45450201
nat 1

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>45450201

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>45450201

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>>45450213
REEEEEEE

>>45450213
FATE!

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>>45450207
>>45450213
>>45450220

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>>45450207
>>45450213
uhh

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>45450201

Aye.

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>that feel when I can't even be a good Abyssal shill

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>>45450262
You can't shill when you don't try!

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>>45450213

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>>45450213
WELL

Do you want to bank that crit for a FATE POINT? You currently do not have any!

>Y
>N

>>45450324
>Y

>>45450324
>N

Let's kick some ass and save this pilot.

>>45450324
>>Y

>>45450324
>Y

>>45450324
>>N

>>45450324
>>Y
That 18 is enough.

>>45450324
>>Y

>>45450324
>Y

>>45450324
>>Y

>>45450324
>Y. Save that for later when we need it.

>>45450324
>>y

>>45450324
>Y
Yes save it! No need to go truly spectacular on this one. we have no fate points at all after all!

>>45450324
>Y

>>45450324

>Y

18 is plenty good for this

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>>45450324
>FATE POINT GAINED
>You currently have 1 point!

The Abyssals don't even notice your approach, too focused on shooting down Viper 2 to pay attention to you. You suppose that even when being so damn smart, they're still hopelessly dumb. You swing in, your 5 inchers swiveling rapidly as they engage, drilling shells into each and every destroyer that falls into their sights. Oilblood soaks the sea as Abyssal carcasses pile up. The flak in the sky begins to clear up as you thin out the destroyer herd, and finally, Viper 2's plane roars over your head, blowing your hair around in a mess from the hot jet wash.

"Thanks a lot, Hoel!" Viper 2 says, relieved. "I think I can make it back from here!"

"Glad to hear!" You grin, and then flinch as your doused with a splash of water. With Viper 2 safely out of range, the Abyssals were starting to switch their attention to you. You immediately pull a full turn and steam north at full speed, trying to outrun their shelling. As much as you wanted to tangle, you were all on your own and you had better things to do than dealing with small fry.

Fortunately, the Abyssals don't pursue you, instead opting to head back south towards the convoy you trashed, and where you saw that mystery contact. Another squadron or fleet leader? The plot thickened.

Anyways, you were now coming up to the base, which was in a shambles. So close to the shore, there was no way even the best coastal defense could stop the shelling. You could see the runway was badly cratered. Hangars and other buildings had huge chunks blown out or had simply collapsed. You could even see the burning hulks of a few planes that had attempted to escape the assault. Even now, the familiar crab-like Abyssal ground assault strains were pushing against what was left of the perimeter, a barebones rearguard waiting for the final ticket off the island to be loaded.

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>>45450785
The shore wasn't much better, you could see Heerman, almost dead on her feet. Her uniform was burnt, frayed, and tattered, while her rig was sporting scorch marks, dents, and even a few spots where shells had penetrated and gone clean through. Luce, Wren, and Daly were also present, though they were far more intact but looking just as exhausted as your sister. All around, the ocean was stained black with oilblood. Abyssal carcasses, both monstrous and humanoid, lay all over, floating in the water or washed up on the shore like beached whales. Whatever battle had happened here must have been vicious.

But you notice one thing missing.

"Heerman!" You yelp as you steam up to her. "Where did Sam go?"

"Crazy bitch..." Heerman wheezes, still trying to catch her breath and just wordlessly points to an ugly bubble of black smoke hanging over the water. "She went off into that."

"We couldn't keep up with her!" Luce pants, bent over on her knees as beads of sweat fall from her brow like leaking oil. "She was like a force of nature! Just told us to withdraw without her!"

"Girls, we need to go, NOW!" You see one of the base personnel on the shore yell at you and point to a waiting Chinook on the tarmac. You could already see the last of the rearguard making the final sprint to it as a pair of Cobra attack helicopters covered their retreat. "You either go or stay! We need to take off!"

Heerman definitely was in no shape to keep fighting. Luce, Wren and Daly looked to still have some juice left, they just needed a breather. You obviously were still in fairly good condition.

You gaze at the ominous fog, wondering what to do.

>Go in alone.
>Bring Luce, Wren, and Daly to back you up.
>Trust Sam has things handled.
>Other

>>45450804
>Go in alone.

>>45450804
>>Go in alone.

>>45450804
>Go in alone.

>>45450804
>Go in alone.

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>>45450804
>>Go in alone.

>>45450804
>>Go in alone.

>>45450804
>Bring Luce, Wren, and Daly to back you up.
We're no good to Sam if we get overwhelmed.

>>45450804
>>Go in alone.

>>45450804

Shit... honestly not sure if it's a good idea to bring back up when they're available. On one hand, they're still ready to fight, on the other, that just means bringing in green ship-girls into what potentially could be a insane mess, and that's just creating even more risks to handle.

Ah screw it, be a Hero, and charge in alone!!!

>>Go in alone.

We've got this!

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>>45450804
"Luce." You say to the Fletcher calmly and quietly. "I need you and your sisters to take Heerman and get her to that helicopter."

"And what are you going to do?" Wren blinks.

"You're going after her, aren't you?" Luce says, slightly crestfallen. She always seemed to be the sharpest of the trio.

"It's something I gotta do." You nod. "I know Heerman's gonna have none of it, which is why I need you three to hold her back. Nothing less is gonna stop her."

"So cool...." Luce breathes before regaining her focus and saluting. "You got it, Hoel! Good luck!"

"Yeah, just remember what I taught ya, okay kid?" You wink.

"We won't!" The three Fletchers chime.

"Heerman, I'll see ya soon." You wave to her as you steam towards the black fog.

"Wait, what are you-" Heerman starts right when Luce, Wren, and Daly pounce, with Luce grabbing her waise and Wren and Daly taking an arm reach. "No! Don't! You can't go alone!"

"Sorry sis, can't leave a ship behind." You smile sadly as you steam off to the cloud, trying to ignore Heerman's cries. You're only partially successful.

"HOEL!" You hear Heerman's pained voice cr over the radio before it fizzles into static, coinciding with the moment you enter the fog.

It looks like you well and truly were on your own...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>45451085

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>45451085
nat 1

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>45451085

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>45451085

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>45451085
here comes the mist!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

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d

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>>45450804
>Go in alone.

Why yes, let's go alone into the ominous fog. I'm certain that we will be absolutely fine, and nothing of interest will happen as we guide a tired, but intact Sam back to the shore.

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>>45451116
.....Sorry guys i cannot be faster.... i am sorry.

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>>45451106

Sorry guys, at least we got that fate point right?

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>>45451149
inb4 we roll a 2

>>45451106
reroll

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>>45451149

Oh yeah. It's almost surprising, or not, on how quickly we needed it lol.

>>45451106
HAHAHAHAHA

This is fine.

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>>45451106
DOHOHOHO

Would you like to use your recently gained FATE POINT to negate that 1?

>Y
>N

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>>45451106
Good thing we saved that fate point right?!?!

>>45451214
>Y

Pfft, obviously yes.

>>45451214
>>Y

Look, things will be okay. A nat 1 isn't insta game over.

>>45451214
>N

>>45451214
>Y

>>45451214
>>Y

>>45451227
Wo-fag detected

>>45451214
>Y

>>45451214

>N

I'm curious as to what will happen

>>45451243
It's true.

Merc is not a killer GM.

>>45451214
>y

>>45451250

Right, and I suppose you believe people don't die when they're killed too?

>>45451267
When has a Merc Command PC died due to a Nat 1?

>>45451214
>N
I'm sure we will be fine

>>45451214
>>N

>>45451214
>N

>>45451214
>Y

>>45451214
>Y

Jesus christ, all these people wanting to be abyssals so they can have their fapfiction.

>>45451320
Jesus Christ, all these people wanting nothing interesting to ever happen.

Nat 1's are not "you lose and become an abyssal" in these quests.

>>45451214
>>Y

Great, so the next Nat 1, when it might actually matter, won't get voided.

Fantastic.

Hmm... Kinda tempted to vote for N now, if only to find out just what an abyssal quest is like. The black ocean, it calls to me...

>>45451335
No, but it could mean either Hoel or Sammy get Injured hard like Heerman last time.

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>>45451214
>N
I like to save the specials for when they're REALLY needed.

>>45451214
>N

>>45451406
And? Nobody ever dies in these quests. You're chasing shadows.

What is more likely to happen is we get a new enemy, which might be worth seeing.

>>45451407
>>45451411
nice samefag

>>45451446
There's samefagging in almost every vote in this quest, by all sides.

It's disgusting. One side wants something bad to happen, which it won't, and the other side is so cautious nothing happens and we just kind of muddle along going nowhere.

>>45451214
>Y

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>>45451446
>19 seconds between posts, the first with an image
>samefagging

>>45451419
You miss my point.
Nobody ever dies, sure. But there are times when thing would go smoothly if dice is cooperating.
Not to mention anons generally will bitch hard if bad thing happens.

>>45451481
Anons bitch at all times even when nothing is going to happen.

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>>45451446
Pfft, ahahahahahaha!!!!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

Just doing some pre-emptive dice rolling

>>45451501
Nice waste of a 20

>>45451501
..................WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

>>45451513
see
>>45451116

>>45451214
>>N

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>>45451446

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>>45451214
>FATE POINT USED
>No points remain!

You carefully steam through the fog, your visibility falling to zero. You try probing the area with your radar, but you don’t get any returns. This was not normal fog, that you were sure of. However, you had no choice but to press forward on your mission to find Sam, and you quickly find a clue.

All of the bodies. Corpses of Abyssals choked the surface of the water, like leaves on a pond. What as even more distressing was most of the Abyssals didn't even look like they were felled by cannon fire or even torpedoes. It looked like they were smashed to pieces, by some kind of large, blunt weapon. It was damage that made even you bat seem like a toothpick in comparison.

And you hear it. A loud clanging sound echoing through the silence. Metal against metal. Now with a point of reference, you quickly speed toward it, wondering what you'll see...

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>>45451907
...and what you see is not pretty.
The fog clears up, and you see Sam clashing with a humanoid Abyssal. A type you've never seen before. She was mostly humanoid, but her legs ended in a massive, black machine skull that seemed to dominate the Abyssal visual design, with the large grinning teeth, and massive, pale white arms protruding from it. You can.. you can FEEL the power rolling off it. Like some sort of aura that choked you senses. Whatever this was, it wasn't like any previous Abyssal you faced. It was like some kind of demon. However, it looked all kinds of fucked up. There were deep dents in the Abyssal girl's hull. One of the arms protruding from the hull was clearly broken, snapped at an odd angle. The lone gun mounted on her back was bent out of shape, completely useless, while the main body itself was bloodied and bruised, its clothes torn and shredded. It looked tired, but you could see the pure RAGE on its face as it focused on Sam.

Sam was not in any better condition. Her Rig was practically nonexistent. Shot and shredded to pieces to the point where it was almost literally dangling off Sam's back like a thread. Like the Abyssal, Sam's weapons were nonfunctional, but she was wielding a massive ship's anchor like a battle axe, slung over her right shoulder on the account of her left arm looking mangled and limp. Her clothes likewise were shredded and stained with blood. But like the Abyssal, Sam wasn't showing any signs of fatigue or fear.

No... that smile plastered on her face suggested she was having the time of her life. She was not herself. Something was wrong...

But even in that damaged state, you weren't sure if you could defeat this Abyssal. That growing pit in your stomach was telling you it was beyond anything you have faced before.

>You need to get Sam out of there.
>You need to destroy that Abyssal.
>Other

>>45451922
>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

>>45451922
>>You need to get Sam out of there.

>>45451922
>>You need to get Sam out of there.

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>>45451922
>>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

>>45451922
>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

We can't leave unless that abyssal is destroyed.

>>45451922
>You need to get Sam out of there.

>that smile plastered on her face suggested she was having the time of her life. She was not herself. Something was wrong
Warning signs!

>>45451922
>>You need to destroy that Abyssal.
Apply bat to face until it's dead, then drag the corpse to Vahlen because fuck Abyssal mind rape.

>>45451922
>>You need to get Sam out of there.

>>45451922
>You need to get Sam out of there.

>>45451922
>You need to get Sam out of there.
You are not sinking today
.

>>45451922
>>You need to get Sam out of there.

>>45451922
>>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

YEEEEAAAAAAARRRRGGG!!!!!!!!

>>45451922
>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

>>45451922
Run awaaaaaay!!

With Sammy obviously...probably need to be ready to conk her out from behind through given the right-in-your-face foreshadowing that she's not entirely there at the moment.

>>45451922
>You need to get Sam out of there.

>>45451922
>You need to get Sam out of there.

Saving Sam is more important.

>>45451922
>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

>>45452021

Not before we MAIM, BURN AND KILL this abomination! Rip and Tear!

>>45451922
>>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

>>45451922
>You need to destroy that Abyssal.

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>>45451922
Welp, we seem to have a penchant for ties tonight, so we need yet another roll off!

1. Evac
2. Fight

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>>45452136
"Damnit!" You grit you teeth as you steam forward. Whatever was happening here, you had to prioritize Sam's safety here, because it sure as shit was obvious she wasn't. You speed in, hoping to god that Abyssal demon thing wouldn't notice you. Indeed, it focuses all of it attacks on Sam, unleashing a flurry of orb-like aircraft, each one with a toothy skull grin as they homed in on their target. However, Sam was having none of that, using her anchor as an impromptu shield to ward off the worst of their cannon and bomb attacks, and then swinging it to knock more than a few of the little aircraft out of the air. Impressive, considering the anchor was practically larger than her and she was wielding it with only a single arm.

You see a couple of aircraft speeding in on her left flank, where she was the most vulnerable. One quick motion, and you pull your bat from your Rig-mounted holster and knock them out of the way, sending the fighters spinning into the water with a loud splash. You don't want to risk giving yourself away by firing your cannon.

"BRING IT, BITCH." Sam roars with anticipation as her ruined boilers tried to fire up. However, she doesn't anticipate you blindsiding her, swooping her up and hauling her over your shoulder like a big of wheat in one smooth ocean. "HEY WHAT THE FUCK."

"YOU'LL THANK ME FOR THIS LATER!" You yell to Sam as you try to speed out of the fog as fast as humanly possible. You start dropping depth charges behind you to try and discourage pursuit, but you get the feeling that it's not work as your radar pings more and more rapidly...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>45452423

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>45452423

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>>45452423

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>>45452423
>20, 1

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>45452423

>>45452447
That 17 tho

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>>45452469
[Laughing abyssals]

>>45452469
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOUUUUUUUUUUU

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>>45452469
>>45451501
>>45451116
jfc all these useless 20s

>>45452423
>tfw this thread reminds you that there will never be a CoD:Shipslut Warfare.

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>>45452506
>cute girls FPS

Why hasn't this been done yet?

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>>45452506
Oh come on, naval ordnance is wasted on CoD gameplay

>>45452520
There's Bullet Girls for the Vita. NA version never.

>>45452535
>Vita

Into the trash it goes.

>>45452524
Battlefield then?
If they do make a Battlefield version of Kancolle will we be able to explode [BB]'s into the air to use a AAA?

>>45452550
Maybe if the netcode for Battlefield was better.

The only other alternative would be those mods for Insurgency, but that's just sounds for the guns. No player models yet.

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>>45452423
You try to steam forward as quick as you can but the cursing and struggling Sam over your shoulder was definitely not helping. You try to zigzag as much as your added weight allows you, and you can just see daylight...

However, the shriek of aircraft lets you know that you've not going to shake off the pursuit so easily. With the fog mucking up your radar, your Rig-mounted turret can't really do much against the Abyssal fighters you know are behind you. All you can do is hope-

And that's when you feel the water rising and bubbling just below you. You realize too late that it was a bomb that had just been dropped, splashing into the water right behind you before exploding and sending you flying and tumbling through the water.

"Ah, fuck fuck FUCK!" You curse as you try to scramble back to your feet and get yourself upright. Sam lies just a few meters away from you, barely being able to support herself with her one good arm.

The Abyssal fighters orbit above you like vultures, their teeth chatter wildly as if they were laughing at you. You briefly wonder why they're not attack, until you realize. SHE wanted to deal the finishing blow herself.

The fog parts and dissipates as the Abyssal demon limps forward on damaged screws. With a smug smirk, her eyes scan both you and Sam. She pauses when she sees you. You try to raise your cannon, but a swift backhand sends you flying another dozen meters. You again try to scramble to you feet when you see the demon grabbing Sam by the throat.

No, no. It can't end like this. Not like last time-

>Call for help. Any kind of help.
>Gotta get ANGRY.
>Other

>>45452612
>>Gotta get ANGRY.

>>45452612
>Call for help. Any kind of help.

WO-CHAN

>>45452612
>>Gotta get ANGRY.

>>45452612
>>>Other
Apply depth charge to abyssal face.

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>>45452612
>Gotta get ANGRY.

>>45452612
>>Gotta get ANGRY.

You won't like me when I'm ANGRY!!!

>>45452612
>Gotta get ANGRY.

>>45452612
>>Gotta get ANGRY.

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>>45452612
>Gotta get ANGRY.

It's time to gain a touch of corruption.

>>45452612
>Call for help. Any kind of help.

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>>45452655
After this, work our asses off to regain some humanity

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>>45452612
>Call for help. Any kind of help.

Wherever there's a destroyer girl in trouble, she'll be there!

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>>45452680
Yeah!

That's the spirit! Do something interesting and then do something else interesting to counter it!

We're stronger than our abyssal side!

>>45452612
>Call for help. Any kind of help.

>>45452612
>>Gotta get ANGRY.

>>45452612
>>Call for help. Any kind of help.

>>45452612
>Gotta get ANGRY.

>>45452612
>Call for help. Any kind of help.

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>>45452692
I still want to see full Abyssal Hoel, and then the struggle of atonement can truly begin

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>>45452612
>Gotta get ANGRY.

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Fight fire with fire, boys.

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>>45452612
No... no... you can't let this happen.

NOT AGAIN

NEVER AGAIN

You grit your teeth so hard that they begin to crack. Your hands ball into fists so tight that you nails dig your flesh and draw blood. You look into yourself, your Rig, anywhere you could draw even the tiniest bit of power...

>Roll 1d20

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>>45452787

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>>45452787

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>45452787

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>45452787
IT'S TIME

GIVE US STRENGTH, WO CHAN

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>45452787
Here comes the snow.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>45452787

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>>45452797
breddy gud

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>>45452797
>>45452796
>>45452794
And thus began the legend of the Nightmare of the Fog off San Clemente.

Still not as badass sounding Nightmare of Solomon.

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>>45452797
https://youtu.be/KXOCzB35kFY?t=48s

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>>45452787
You faerie crew, at first they were hesitant at following your orders, but upon seeing your determination, they feel that they have no choice. All throughout your rig, your fairies make the preparations, closing off safety valves, pumping more fuel into the engines, increasing boiler pressure. You boilers, the very heart of your Rig, are pushed past their physical limits, into redline territory.

In concert with this, your heart begins beating faster. Faster than it's ever been. It feels like you entire body is being crushed as blood vessels constrict, increasing your blood pressure beyond normal limits. Adrenaline sluices through your veins like oil and your vision goes red.

You don't see what happens next. One moment, you're about thirty meters away from the Abyssal Demon. The next, you're mounting the top of the Demon's own Rig. Your turrets were gone. You weren't sure where they went. Your bat was likewise gone, discarded at some point in your redline-induced rage. Your fingers were bloodied and broken from repeated punches to the Demon's porcelain face. Unable to even form a fist anymore, you reach back to your depth charge dispensers, grab one of the explosives, and smash it into the Abyssal's face like a shot glass.

Another flash. You find yourself lying in next to Sam, in a puddle of oil and blood. You're not sure it's yours, Sam's, or the Abyssals, but it's fucking everywhere. You try to stand, but can't find the strength. Your faeries had finally lost their nerve and quenched your boilers. This wasn't like that ill-fated demonstration that felt so long ago. If they had blown in this condition, you're pretty sure you would've sunk outright.

Fucking cowards.

"No, NO! DON'T DO THIS ME NOW!" You screech at the little traitors. "I WAS SO CLOSE!"

Your faeries frantically to the sky, but your eyes are focused on the Demon. Bloodied and broken, but not beaten, she grins an evil grin as her aircraft form around her, ready to strike-

(cont)

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>>45453023

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHdz19aB2W0

Until she's racked with explosions and cannon fire. The Demon shrieks as squadrons of planes dive from the sky, unleashing bombs, rockets, and heavy 20mm cannon fire. The fighters screening her attempt to counterattack, but are shot down in quick succession by a type of aircraft you've never seen before. Jet powered, swept back wings, but nothing like the modern planes you've seen.

The Demon shrieks at these newcomers, but being in no state to fight a fresh opponent, decides to withdraw, turning around and speeding away back into the fog.

"Oh dear, are you all right?" You hear a calm, collected voice ask. You crane your head back to see the silhouette a shipgirl against the bright daytime sun, the shadow obscuring any particular features, but you could see the signature carrier flight deck mounted her back.

>Um... thanks for the save there.
>Who the fuck said you could barge in like that?!
>Other

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>>45448433

Please calm down.

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>>45453036
>Um... thanks for the save there.

Come on Shipgilr Wo-chan!

>>45453036
>>Um... thanks for the save there.

>>45453036
>>Who the fuck said you could barge in like that?!

>>45453036
>>Um... thanks for the save there.

Whew, thank god the back-up arrived.

>>45453036
>>Who the fuck said you could barge in like that?!
>pause
>>Um... thanks for the save there.

>>45453036
Supporting >>45453081

>>45453081
>>45453087
likewise

>>45453036
>Um... thanks for the save there.
/*Angry staring noises*/

>>45453036
That: >>45453081

>>45453036
>>45453081
this

>>45453081
This.

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>>45453036
>Jet powered, swept back wings
>picture of a Douglas Skyraider

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>>45453130
There's two different kinds of aircraft in the sky right now!