>>45824194
in b4 NotNavy

>>45824194
I'm on time for a thread for once, wow.

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>>45824194
Awww SHIT yes I've missed this! Let's go! First for fairies in the fight!

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>>45824194

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>>45824194
He murmurs something, around a mouthful of blood and foam, dribbling from his mouth, staining your blouse to match the flames dancing in a copper sea.

"Please," you whisper, pleading for you don't know what. Anything but this. God... "Please."

He murmurs again, something in Malay. Strained, wheezy--but content. His hand brushes your cheek as you look into his eyes, watch him breathe his last, the burning ship and the whizzing shells falling inconsequential as you watch this man die.

You can't understand him.

You're completely helpless.

He's gone.

You shudder, closing your eyes, the world around you falling away, your mind vanishing into the fog.

Fear overtakes despair as Harder's low, murderous growl lilts through your ears. "She's here." The cold weight of dread crawls over you, clinging like inky webs to your pockmarked armor, draped across the shadow of every gun.

You heel over towards him, still holding the half-a-man you failed to save--but then you stop.

These people need you. These people are dying for you. You look back and forth, back and forth, like a fucking lost child. You approach the next man--this one whole and alive and desperately clinging to a ring. His eyes are on yours already--he must have been there the entire time, watching you tremble and list.

"Iku!" he shouts breathlessly. "Tasukeru!"

What? He--Japanese?

He takes a breath and shouts again, slower. "Tasuke ni ike." He pushes away as you try to grab him, pointing towards the fray. Towards Harder. "Go."

"I--I can't--" you sputter.

"Go." He reaches out...past your hand, and pulls his dead comrade from your arm.

"I--wait, I can't. What--what did he say?" you ask.

"He said 'it's okay,'" the man replies, his Japanese halting and stilted. "'You're okay.'"

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It's been too long comrade.
Far too long.

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>>45824258
Your dread grows as the Kasturi's wreck vanishes behind you, swallowed by the sea. You emerge from the wall of smoke, out into open water. Houston and Perth are still close at hand. Far to the South, at your extreme range, the fog rolls, dense and unnatural, calling out to you.

Harder is right.

She's here.

Your hands curl into fists as you sight your main guns, feeling out for what you can't see. You know your doppelganger's out there, ready to smile and sing, within that dark cloud.

With an animal snarl, you reach out to her with a full salvo, form the very extreme of your range.

You hear, feel, KNOW they landed--you can tell, a sickly primal satisfaction.

And then, fingers of mist clinging to her surfaces in oily streamers, BB-4 emerges from the fog, utterly unharmed.

You stare for a moment in silent, quiet defeat before you break away, picking up speed towards the chaos and gunfire ahead.

"THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL," Harder roars through the radio, surfacing again in the bedlam to put down another target. "FOR THY STUPID HAIR AND THY GAUDY DRESS, THEY COMFORT ME!"

"Harder!" You call. "Stop!"

"C-C-CAN'T STOP THE ROCK," he howls. "CAN'T STOP THE SIGNAL! CAN'T TOUCH THIS!"

His line goes to dead air as he slips beneath the waves again, gunfire lighting his location from all directions a moment too late.

You pour your fire in as you draw close, scanning the waves--there's no way you could possibly see a sub from this far out, not in the dark with the thundering guns and the frantic tangle of friendlies and hostiles. If it weren't for the radar--

Harder doesn't have radar. Not a real set, just enough for surface search. Nothing slaved to his guns for a fight like this, where he can't get away.

He's almost blind out there.

"No," you repeat, over and over again. "Not again. Not twice. Please... I'm not worth..."

Your set picks him up just as it happens.

>>45824247
Ten Hutt

CUTE GIRLS
DOING
CUTE
THINGS

HE LIVES!

>>45824297
As you were. -.-

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>>45824293
"Oh," Harder says quietly, sounding like nothing so much as the wind was knocked out of his lungs.

His speed--already slow--drops even further, the chorus of explosions around him dimming as he stops slinging Mark 14s everywhere. Guns continue to bracket him, probing through the dark for his tiny, damaged frame.

>>45824321
nono no non on on non on onononno

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Hey guys, check out the sweet pic of Hate's girl.

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>>45824309
YOU CAN'T KILL THE MESSIAH

>>45824321
So this is how things are going tonight huh?>>45824339
You, me, and the rest of my nursing department

>>45824351
Wrong Iowa for Hate, right one for this thread

>>45824351
That's BB-4, not BB-61

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You sail through the midst of Hell itself.

Burning oil slicks spread across the still waters, burning away fog and adding thick, choking smoke. The flickering firelight slides off the sleek black carapaces of abyssal transport ships to mirror their sides in the water, their ghostly forms lighting briefly as they lash out randomly with their deck guns, firing madly at shadows.
A savage grin curls your lips. For all their masters-of-the-shadows bullshit, even they feel fear when SS-257 is on the hunt.

As well they should.

>>45824321
*Screams Internally*

>>45824351
>Not noticing the single 2 gun turret.

Mate. Your fucking stupid.

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>>45824351
Whoops. Fixed the flash.

>>45824258
>it's okay
すべてめちゃくちゃ。

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Have the relevant people seen Arizona as she was meant to be?

You might claim vile taint and heresies, but me? I see perfection.

>>45824321
He. Is. Not. Done. Yet.

>>45824387
See?

>>45824397
>>45824351
fucking nice mate

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Jerking your hand downwards sharply, you're not surprised at all to feel a cool steel lever bite into your index finger. Dangling from your hand, the breechblock lowered for loading, is a Sharps carbine. A miniaturized four-inch shell slides from the leather bandoleer strapped 'round the stock and into the chamber smoothly, the breechblock slamming closed with a satisfying clack. The weapon feels good in your hands; the stock solid, the short barrel handy despite the exaggerated rolling of your small hull. Tenryuu and Sendai've spent god knows how much time in the barracks commons flashing their swords about as they waxed eloquent about Night Battles.

It's almost a shame they're not here to see how it's done.

You twist at the hip, slinging the muzzle across your centerline and firing from the hip at something in your peripheral vision. A thundering blast climbs into the sky on a pillar of flame, debris raining outward from the smoking remains of a torpedo boat. The breechblock falls, spent brass clanging off your arm with a familiar hollow ring. The steady rhythm of 20mm guns start up on each shoulder, their minute vibrations shivering down your arms as you reload, kicking your diesels to flank as you slice through the carnage, using the burning oil slicks to shield yourself from long-range observation. This is your kind of fight; your low silhouette making you nigh invisible in the dark, the chaos and close-quarters perfectly suited for your weapons. You tug your hat - a helmet, now - lower over your eyes and hunch over for stealth, panning about with your four-incher, looking for targets. A light shell whistles over your bow, drawing your eyes towards a transport - more like a barge, it seems - laboriously turning its bow towards you to ram.

>>45824426
the first part was posted as Naka, now its planefag. How do we know that this isnt back a few minutes

>>45824397
>Those casemates
Welp

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>>45824321
He'll win this Naka. You'll win though this too.

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You snap about and slam one into its foredeck, the light gun flying away into the darkness as the ready ammo detonates, starting a fierce fire. Your 20mms rake its deck to silence its guns as you slam another shell into the Sharp's smoking breech, fresh ammo appearing in the leather stock bandoleer as you load. The next shell goes into the waterline, and the next. You maneuver close to its hulk, pulling alongside to put a shell into her amidships, flooding the engine room, your AA guns keeping its crew belowdecks and away from their gun positions. With the vessel shielding you to port you scan starboard, looking for new targets -

- and feel the biting sting of machine-gun rounds skipping off your back. Twisting about with a snarl you discover what looks like an LST, maybe a converted medium freighter. It can't displace more than three thousand tons, but it's charging you anyway, making a good ten knots if it's making an inch and firing with everything it's got. Before you can heel over to put her in your forward gun's arc a spotlight blazes to life somewhere ahead. Your loaded shell nails it dead-center, the brief flash illuminating what looks like a kaibokan or a sloop. You slam another shell into the breech even as the waters of Sunda Straight bubble up over your knees and climb for your chest, feeling that familiar lurch in your gut as the diesel's pistons lock up and shut down. A fish leaves your stern tube, then two more leap from the bow, set in a slight spread towards that escort. The Sharps drifts back behind you on its sling as you kick hard for the bottom; depthfinding with active sonar to make sure you don't plow bow-first into the muck. You're not worried about being detected - in this bedlam, even if they find you they'll have to dodge their own ships to set up an attack. A few violent explosions above tell you you've scored, though on what you can't be sure - in the midst of the enemy fleet it's like hunting in a koi pond with a punt-gun.

>>45824293
UNDER THE SEA
UNDER THE SEA
DOWN WHERE IT'S WETTER
DOWN WHERE IT'S BETTER
TAKE IT FROM ME

>>45824444
Hm. A strange way to represent the venerable 75mm.

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The surface duct is cacophony squared - the shallow bottom carries sounds incredibly well, including the detonations of HE shells from the cruiser duel to the southeast where Bollio Bint is no doubt calling you everything but a white man. You can still pick out the general direction of the fast screws and rapid machinery of warships and escorts, and use that to direct your search with your night periscope. You've got a surface search radar you could raise, but decide against it - it'd just help the enemy pick out your exact location.

You revel in the chaos - it hides you.

Your patience is rewarded - a vessel looms from the darkness; the low deck and high standalone conning tower reminding you of a small harbor tug. It possibly *is* a small harbor tug; though the three-inch gun on the bow and 25mm twin-mount atop the flying bridge make it a moot point. As it passes before the listing, burning wreck of a transport ship you pick out the tell-tale silhouette of a K-gun on its rear deck - a converted auxiliary, it seems.

Not worth a torpedo.

The Sharps is already swinging beneath your arm to rise in both hands as you break the surface, water sheeting off your jacket as you line the tug up over the bow, eliminating any need to train. You don't even bother to unlimber the gun - you just squeeze the set-trigger with your decks still awash and let fly the first instant you can.

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>>45824444
>>45824480
I am simultaneously hyped and terrified

>>45824495
It's actually a 4 incher.

>>45824480
>>45824505
And here we see the Harder in his natural habitat.

What a proud and noble creature!

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>>45824495

he received a refit in '44

>>45824505
>Your patience is rewarded - a vessel looms from the darkness; the low deck and high standalone conning tower reminding you of a small harbor tug. It possibly *is* a small harbor tug; though the three-inch gun on the bow and 25mm twin-mount atop the flying bridge make it a moot point. As it passes before the listing, burning wreck of a transport ship you pick out the tell-tale silhouette of a K-gun on its rear deck - a converted auxiliary, it seems.
I thought the transports were viking longboats?

>>45824528
>Crikey! Joust look at that there noble sea creature mate! Such form! Such dominance!

>>45824547
Must be a hodgepodge, and/or the longboats were in front and ate all the torpedoes

Goddamn, Harder. Dat fucking Night Battle.

>Harder
>4-inch deck gun

...but he was armed with a 3-incher.

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“THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL,” you bark before Bollio Bint can blather on, “FOR THY STUPID HAIR AND THY GAUDY DRESS, THEY COMFORT ME!” Another blinding muzzle flash, and the tug's conning tower vanishes as the base-fuzed shell punches through one side before detonating within, blowing the light superstructure to flinders and dropping the 25mm mount into the flaming bowels of the vessel. Water surges and froths astern as you lean on flank throttle, diesels and batteries both pouring as much current into your electric motors as possible to drive you ahead. Cannons sparkle in the darkness, shells whistle overhead and skip off the water, probing the darkness for your low-profile hull.

“C-C-ANT STOP THE ROCK,” you snarl. “CAN'T STOP THE SIGNAL. CAN'T! TOUCH! THIS!” The faint, familiar vibration of your dive horn shivers in your breast as the waters close over your bow again, your high speed helping pull you under as the sweeping searchlights begin closing on your position. As the drag of deeper water on your conning tower slackens your speed, your ears pick out the accelerating screws of corvettes frigates and kaibokans, oh my, all closing on your general location, eager to catch you in shallow waters.

God, you love a target-rich environment.

>>45824293
Also, Harder outright saying "Goddamnit, Naka. I fucking love you!"

>>45824523
>>45824536
Did not know this. Interesting. Going to need to research that myself.

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>>45824505
damn, lil dude is operating

>>45824444
Well... I am fully erect.

Like seriously, I'mma need some help with this.

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>>45824463
Where do you find these things Fluff?
Also, somebody asked for a picture of this miserable cavern I call an office.

>>45824577
>>45824536

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Timing your progress by the faint radium-glow of your diving watch, you heel hard to port just as you're passing beneath a listing, damaged LST you saw a few hundred yards ahead. Soon as your bow swings westerly you blow your ballast, heading upwards at a steep 20 degree angle. You explode into the fog and smoke and stygian darkness, the Target Bearing Transmitter already pressed to your face as you scan ahead - there, a sleek bow cutting through the darkness. A flash of gunfire - high angle - you follow their aim to find shells punching into the water to starboard, where you'd be now if you hadn't heeled hard to port. They're using their flat-nosed ASW shells, it seems - and with the transport's dark bulk behind you, they can't pick out your silhouette.

Two Mark 14s thunder into the water with blasts of compressed air, charging away into the darkness on a wide spread. You count down carefully, tracking the charging kaibokan with your gun, then loose a fish from the stern tubes at the drifting transport to send the bitch home again. As usual, your aim is true, and your guesswork sublime - the kaibokan advances on your supposed position with a slight weave, wary of counter-attack. Your lagging torpedo catches him near the stern, setting off the depth charges and blowing the rear of the ship clean off. The bow pitches up as it begins to sink fast, the sheer violence of the jumbo-sized blast having warped her aft bulkheads past watertight.

That's about when a hornet bites you in the neck.

>>45824582
so yes, this is a few minutes before the naka part, the question is, why show us it two times?

>>45824599
Miserable?

Fucking hell, you have it better than the civilian medical Doctors, I'll tell you.

They have to share their offices. Even the directors.

>>45824628
POVs mate. Helps shell out the story.

>>45824599
>Rotary dial phone
ForWhatPurpose.webm

>>45824536
>>45824577
You're both wrong, it was a 5"/51.

>USN
>putting 4"/50's from 1919 on fucking anything in 1944.

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Your 4''/50 cal whips about to find the spotlight bathing you in unwelcome light and lets fly. It must've landed short, but the spotlight vanishes anyways, shattered by splinters. You reload again as your 20mms lob shells at the distant target - at least 1500 yards - in a game effort to keep her gunners heads down, or shatter more spotlights or poke out her optics. Another goddamned light catches you, drawing the 20mms and your gun to the other side. You judge the chances of a successful shot with your remaining fish and prepare to dive -

- only to find your main induction valve won't close. You pat your neck and when your hand comes away you see the slight sheen of blood in the glaring illumination of the hostile spotlight.

“Oh,” you say. Right through the goddamn sail, just above the control room.

And that's that, it seems.

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You slam a fresh shell into the breech even as your crew hand more shells out of the gun-trunk and up into the ready-ammo bandoleer. A faint itch crawls up your neck as more turn out, manhandling the 30 cals out of the conning tower and up to the flying bridge. Another shell - three-inch, it seems - punches into your side below the waterline, starting a slow leak of fuel oil - not that it matters, in the darkness. You sight in on the spotlight and send a shell away, kicking up a gout of water by its bow. The light clicks off cautiously, flicking back to life every now and then to verify your position without giving you a steady target. As your fourth shot whistles over its bow, damping the light again, you see the brilliant glow of star-shells blossoming in air somewhere to the north. The high angle lets their flicker slant down past the thickest fog to play on the masts and stacks of the incoming boat -

- four.

>>45824642
I call it a cavern for a reason, it's to damn big.
>>45824648
Red line.

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>>45824658
>And that's that, it seems.

>>45824648
i meant more, "what does he plan to reveal", not "WE ALREADY SAW THIS HURRRRRRR" shouldve made that clearer

>>45824658
Well, damn.

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>>45824194
ITS TIME

>>45824680
Considering what you write, i cant tell you how... fucking WEIRD it is to know that you sound like a normal person irl.

Stream more.

Surfaced Submarine vs Dreadnought ouch.

>>45824683
>Red line.
Sasuga US Military, where the nuclear control systems rely on 5 inch floppy disks

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“Knew it,” you breathe as you reload. “Knew you were here. Smelled you.” The acrid biting scent of heated metal and cordite nip your nose as you shoulder the carbine again, waiting patiently for your roll to bring the sights to the right elevation, squeezing the set-trigger first, then caressing the main the instant the hash-marks line up on that dark wraith just right. Then another shell is clanging to the deck, yet another slamming into the smoking breech, the carbine slapping against your shoulder even as shells rain into the water all around.

She was the first, you think. The first abyssal. A revenant, returned from a year below water to visit death upon her own countrymen - corrupted by an implacable and unholy foe. It's no wonder she found her mark when so many others couldn't - it wasn't in the men, but the metal that things were decided. Some unfathomable matter of spirits clad in structure - it's not like the details matter. She's back for round two - and you're ready and willing.

“Come a little closer, you bitch,” you snarl, lining up the Creedmore sight on the onrushing vessel. “I NEVER MISS TWICE!”

***

>>45824658
5"/51

fix it you triple shitter

>>45824731
Make it count, Harder. Make it count.

>>45824688
Sicknasty combat description?
>>45824731
>>45824720
Oh, guess it's the one who sank him the first time around

>>45824731
Hit 'em again Harder!

>>45824599
I have my ways.

Also, PROOF that the military is here in thread watching you Planefag!

>>45824742
Again, it wasn't a 5"/51. I have no idea where you're getting your information, but it's wrong.

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>>45824742

The NavSource page caption attached to the image I posted is unequivocally wrong. I actually looked it up. Compare to this pic of a 4''/50 cal on the deck of another sub.

>>45824785
We knew that already, Fluff.

It's like you don't trust the good Colonel.

>>45824731
>She was the first, you think. The first abyssal. A revenant, returned from a year below water to visit death upon her own countrymen - corrupted by an implacable and unholy foe. It's no wonder she found her mark when so many others couldn't - it wasn't in the men, but the metal that things were decided. Some unfathomable matter of spirits clad in structure - it's not like the details matter. She's back for round two - and you're ready and willing.
... USS Stewart is the first Abyssal?

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>>45824731
You're still too far out--no one else is on hand to support him--you're injured, you can't make full speed. Only the dark and the chaos of the battle are keeping him alive now, and those will be peeled away by time. The abyssals cast their lights across the sea, sweeping the battlezone with eerie, cool floodlights, raking slowly and terribly over the black waves for the wounded wolf among them. Depth charges pour from abyssal kaibokan, distant dull thumps of explosions underwater marking their sweep.

And the terror only builds as you realize he's trapped on the surface among his killers. He's completely blind out there. He might be drifting further and further from help, deeper into the enemy line as they herd him. You need to do something--what does he have, sonar, hydrophones, radio--

Wait.

... --- -- . -... --- -.. -.-- / --- -. -.-. . / - --- .-.. -.. / -- . / - .... . / .-- --- .-. .-.. -.. / .. ... / --. --- -. -. .- / .-. --- .-.. .-.. / -- .

"You're shitting me," he breathes, voice betraying the ragged edge of someone entirely unused to taking hits.

- .... .. ... / .-- .- -.--

You throw a depth charge behind you, well away from the rest, and pray he hears it. Shells begin to rain around you in immediate response, but with your lights dimmed and your guns cold, you're invisible. Minutes--agonizing minutes--pass as you move closer and Harder slowly, painfully makes for safety.

Your plan wasn't perfect, of course--lacking a new immediate target, the abyssals are coming your way, hunting--and they might just run over Harder. Their lights sweep back and forth as they move, falling into loose, easy formation to sweep the waters.

And then, only when you've closed silently to within 5,000 yards, do you let the coil of fear and desparation tear free and unwind, the rage pouring back in as you swing broadside and unshadow your guns.

"Get the fuck OUT!" you shriek, announcing your presence with a full salvo.

>>45824727
Well, thus is the way of things. It's an exclusive in building line. Links to all the wards and major offices in the building.

>>45824599
Join the IRC you nerd

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>>45824599

>aggie mom

>>45824808
Makes as much sense as any origin for them that I've heard.

>>45824808
Nah, I think it's a reference to her 'second life' as an IJN coastal defence ship.

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>>45824802

compare to the wet-mounting of the 5''/51 cal. You can see the picture of Harder in refit is clearly the four incher.

>>45824808
A ship abandoned, turned against its country of origin, mistreated, killing its own and finally being sunk by its siblings?

I can see it.

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>>45824828
Two hits, two fireballs, plumes rising into the night sky as you end two of the escorts, one buckling and listing fatally, the other struck through with raking fire. The rest are unhurt, but that's all you need--you chop the water to hell and the rest of the fragile patrol ships break their pursuit, firing a meager return-salvo your way as you drive them away, guns hammering relentlessly as you carve back and forth through the water like a wounded cobra. They back off--Harder is clear.

BB-4 is too far out to reach, still... but there's an abyssal heavy cruiser, still coming in, moving to interdict. A ship that old, that large, there's more to her than her gunnery. Two small figures close in quick, backlit in flame and floodlight. The kaibokans came in slow and steady, like a tide--pursuing wounded prey with patience and endurance. These two ships whip and snap across the waves like loosed hounds, slicing through the breakers with bloodyminded ferocity.

Ship's pinnaces, between you and your goal.

Between you and Harder.

The pulse of rage thrums in your engines, as you push them up another knot, ignoring the sickly lurch of your bulkheads against the water from your damage. Heat builds and the rage boils, fears and doubts subsumed under a sick, unfamiliar fury...

And then it all turns to ice.

They want you to be an abyssal so very much?

Then they will GET an abyssal.

You don't even slow down, barreling into the frail PT boats relentlessly. You slam into the first at nearly a ninety-degree angle, smashing through it with your bow, feeling it split apart around you with barely so much as a bump. The other turns, trying to answer you--too late. Too slow.

>>45824808
He's speaking metaphorically
>>45824828
Ahahahaha oh my god

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>>45824803
I'll never stop being giddy at the fact that a fucking Colonel wandered into these threads.
The fact it causes Deme to go into convulsions makes it even better.

>>45824848
sigh... I was really hoping no one would notice that. I'm an Texas A&M grad and it was a gift from an old friend of mine who once told me "You bitch more about that kid than your wife does! And you're not the pregnant one!" Hence why I have a Aggie Mom mug.

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>>45824880
You FEEL the shift in the air as it crosses into your "bubble," the space around the girl that makes up the Naka. The second its hull crosses, your arms come loose, your body limber--you can move. You lean forward into the move as your lights snap on, pinning your prey to the sea. Your arm cocks back, and then plunges forward as you surge ahead, feeling a moment's resistance, and then nothing, your taloned hand punching straight through the hull.

You lift the struggling pinnace overhead, impaled with such force that the body is driven down past your elbow. You raise it to stare into its eyes--finding none, only a formless, fleshless plate where its eyes should be, cast in pale blue light from beneath.

You scream in its face as your AA guns sight on and rake across it in opposite directions, shearing the pathetic thing across its middle. It falls away from your arm in two halves, the legs sliding over one side and tumbling away, the front falling back, a half-formed bestial humanoid of porcelain, cherubic features, armored in dark, petrified wood, all cast in an oily sheen.

What draws your eye, what cools your rage, is its face. Even sightless, what passes for a face is not twisted in pain or hate or fear.

It is relaxed and peaceful. Relief, a perfect twin of the face of the Malaysian sailor who died cradled in that same arm.

...Harder. You finally look away as the pinnace's doll-like face slips beneath the waves and vanishes, not daring to take another second and invite another disaster.

He barely looks up as you come up alongside him, only one eye visible under the brim of his hat, slumped unevenly with an arm around his side. His head droops lower and lower, then snaps back up, and slowly sinks again. It's bad.

>>45824649
No. No, it was not. The 5"/51 was phased out of new construction before the Gatos started coming off the line, because it was recognized that it was too big and unwieldy for use as a submarine deck gun.

It was replaced by the 3"/50 (from about WW1, originally an AA gun), but after complaints about its lack of punch in finishing off crippled targets, it was replaced with a wet-mount version of the 5"/25 AA gun, with 4"/50s from 1919 being used as an interim measure until wetmount 5"/25s were available.

And close examination of the photo Deme provided of Harder's final refit shows that he indeed had a 4"/50 at the time.

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>>45824880
>your bow

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>>45824599

Also I caught up on the after-thread shitposting as it was transcribed to SB and laughed my goddamn ass off.

... incidentally, Settle has serious chronic injuries that need monitoring, in addition to the fresh wound on his leg. I rather suspect he's forgotten all about his mandatory checkups.

... hmm.

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>>45824880
>They want you to be an abyssal so very much?
>Then they will GET an abyssal.
oh fuck
>>45824911
AW FUCK

>>45824599
I see you have the proper Army Complaints Department next to your In-Tray, Colonel.
>take a number and wait

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>>45824911
He almost doesn't notice until you're reaching for it, eyes widening as he twitches in response, only to buckle and slump again with a groan. You wrap an arm around him slowly and lift him from the water, keel listing forward under the uneven weight.

He mumbles something that sounds like your name as you shift him over, laying him across your front. Cool black claws, oily with abyssal blood, gently close around his frame. Even being taller than you (if a third your tonnage), he looks so... small right now.

Finally, as if for the first time, he notices you, head lolling back as he struggles to focus his eyes on you. He coughs, taking a ragged breath.

"It's okay," you whisper. "You're okay."

"Fffffuck," he opines, using the last of his strength to rip his cap from his head and cinch it down over your eyes before he falls slack and passes out.

You take a moment to steady yourself, the relief of having him in your hands short-lived, as your damage and fatigue comes flooding back in. With a moment to look up and think, you realize the situation has turned, and not for the better.

"This is Naka," you radio, slowly clawing your way back to normalcy. "USS Harder is under tow."

"Acknowledged," Goto's strained voice comes through--earning a wince. What a way to spring this on him. "We're evaluating the situation to get you out."

Well, that answers that. You slump your shoulders--this was all so easy one suicidal manlet ago. You could have--

"Naka, it's Settle," the American admiral calls. "I need you to turn Southwest and head right back out the way you came in."

"Admiral, I can barely make six knots with Harder in tow," you reply. "Even Iowa can catch that."

"Understood," Settle replies--you can hear the telltale twinkle of I-know-something-you-don't-know lilt in his tone. "Trust me on this one."

You look back to the Southeast--fog and fangs await there, and he wants you to skirt right between them. "...Roger. I'm moving. Amaze me, Settle."

>>45824680
Four stacks? MUH FUGGIN' CLEMSON BRO COME TO SAVE ME! (I hope.)

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>>45824910

coulda just photochopped it.

>>45824880
>They want you to be an abyssal so very much?
>Then they will GET an abyssal.
*sigh* Sinking to their level never solved anything Naka. You just replace one monster with another.
>>45824911
>Baka the Naka
My sides.

>>45824927
You've already threatened that last thread, Deme.

DO IT. IT BEGS TO BE WRITTEN.

>>45824952

HAHA TIME FOR SHITTY FUCKING PREFLIGHT ABYSSAL BITCHES TO GET THE FUCKING MODERN DAY AERIAL DICK!

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>>45824599
>grenade "take a number" paperweight

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>>45824952
>"...Roger. I'm moving. Amaze me, Settle."
SRX Team to the rescue?

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>>45824952
He chuckles. "It's not me you're gonna be looking for, sweetheart. ETA five minutes on the outside."

You slowly plod along, looking up in beleaguered dread as Iowa's presence seems to fill the horizon, the ancient ship looming, the forward guns slowly tracking, the opening salvo coming from extreme range. You don't even bother weaving--her optics are old and at your speed and armor, a near-miss may as well be a direct hit. You realize, as the seconds tick down--this isn't gonna work.

The heavy cruiser who launched the pinnaces comes up slowly from behind, the two abyssals looking to smash you between them--only for it to turn aside as a new salvo of shells brackets it.

"Not today, wanker," mutters Perth, scoring a light hit and forcing the heavy cruiser to heel over and rejoin the battered line your torpedoes split open.

"We've got you covered, sug," Houston calls. "Get the boy home safe."

That just--well, 'just' leaves Iowa. BB-4 draws closer and closer, her plodding steady 15 knots like death itself sweeping in tirelessly. The salvos match her advance, each more accurate than the last, each report making you twitch and shy away from the blast to protect Harder from a hit that never comes.

You find the plan springing into action before you consciously think it, laying more smoke and weaving a slow, almost lazy curl in the water. Iowa's lights sweep, but you're too small and distant yet to detect. Her guns swivel and fill the cloud with fingers of death--

But you're not IN the cloud. You turn your course back from directly toward BB-4, retreating further (if not faster) from certain death. It buys you a few minutes, but not enough.

And that's when you hear Hate's roar.

>>45825016
YES
YEEEEEEESSSSS

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The loadmaster's looking at you again.

You give him the hardest, meanest glare you can possibly muster, scraping the really, really thick, gooey, nasty hate off the bottom of your stomach. The old, congealed, *concentrated* shit; the shit that's too heavy and vile even for your esophagus; bitter enough silence the reflexive stock phrases of a career staff sergeant as they burn right through his belly and down to his ass - China Lake syndrome, they call it - where it ignites a fire that moves them to violence and wrath of a kind rarely seen outside of the post Mari Gras ninja punching session. You channel this horrific concentrate into a *sneer solution* and eject it towards the smirking chairfarce clown, and for a second you see his smugness begin to waver -

- until one of the little bastards begins to bark.

>>45824935
It's one of my faves.

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>>45825016
>And that's when you hear Hate's roar.
FEET FIRST INTO HELLLLLLLL

[x] Have Arizona prepare a proper AMERICAN hamburger for Shokaku, not that... thing. Is that fucking spam?

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Naturally the rest join in, and then they're all barking, their wagging tails thumping against your chest and sides as they pant excitedly. They know something's up, and they can barely contain their lust for action.

The load wisely picks something else to look at as you heft Fenrir; the unholy amalgamation of gun and Gun that Yamato helped you build. You tap your foot impatiently, blood singing and nerves jangling as you check the time for the hundredth time. There's a night battle going on down there (translation: clusterfuck in motion,) and sooner or later the Skipper's gonna drop the ace up his sleeve into the fray.

And you'd very fucking much prefer it to be sooner, before one of these little retards pisses on you.

“Hate!” a familiar voice growls in your ear.

“ABOUT FUCKING TIME!” you state, lurching out of the tiny testicle-crushing seat to grab an overhead handhold. “IS IT GO TIME?”

“Ops are transmitting drop coords to the crew as we speak,” Settle replies. “I'm sending you in after an unwelcome guest that just stuck her head up.”

“I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS,” you reply. “MAYBE IF YOU JUST FUCKING TOLD ME?”

“BB-4 is back.”

“WIDE-ASS SLOW-ASS BIG FAT TARGET, COPY THAT,” you declare.

Silence - aside from the brain-numbing roar of the goddamn turboprops, that is.

“Well?”

“WELL WHAT?” you shout over the plane.

“Aren't you gonna say thank you?”

You blink.

“CONTINUE THE JOKE.”

“I'm sending you into combat,” Settle replies, “just like I said I would!”

>>45825016
Good girls, Perth and Houston. You did good.

>>45825016
>>45825039
HATE, YOU GLORIOUS SON OF A BITCH!

>>45824911
Wait what.

Fuck, we were wrong. The little, monstrous ships aren't the older ones.

They're the dead. They're the SAILORS trapped aboard the sunken ships! THEY'RE the raw materials the Abyssals use! We're not just fighting undead ships; we're fighting a fucking army forged from the corpses and souls of all the dead sailors of all time! THAT'S where the classes come from that don't correspond to real-world ships!!

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You look down at yourself - black plate carrier crisscrossed with a tightly-fitted parachute harness, three panting Corgis strapped across your chest and two beneath each arm - and below all that, short water-skis locked to your feet.

“This is for the sword, isn't it,” you mutter. “You've been planning this one.”

“Oh, you sweet Kaneohe Bay boot,” Settle coos. “Oh, no, this? This is for the fucking DOGFISH!”

Warning lights flash in the shadows of the C-130s cargo bay, and then a deafening roar fills the compartment as the rear ramp begins to lower. You shuffle closer to the exit as the loadmaster monitors the door's descent.

“TWO MINUTES!” he shouts, holding up his fingers to illustrate.

[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.
[ ] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.

>>45825016
YESSSSS! FUCK THEIR SHIT UP MARINE! FUCK IT UP!
The uproar of from down the hall has conjured the commander. Gotta go run damcon!

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>>45825074
>Bantz

>>45825101
[X] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

FEET FIRST INTO HELL.

>>45825077
No. Just no. It's been clearly stated that the Abyssals are ships, and that the humanoid ones are just the oldest.

>>45825077
>They're the dead. They're the SAILORS trapped aboard the sunken ships! THEY'RE the raw materials the Abyssals use! We're not just fighting undead ships; we're fighting a fucking army forged from the corpses and souls of all the dead sailors of all time! THAT'S where the classes come from that don't correspond to real-world ships!!
Wow. We're more outnumbered than we though. And every engagement where conventional ships fight, the Abyssals get more resources.

[X] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.

>>45825101

to clarify that should have said "one beneath each arm."

You have five corgis.

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter. Unleash the dogs of HATE

>>45825101
>[X] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.

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>>45825101
>black plate carrier crisscrossed with a tightly-fitted parachute harness, three panting Corgis strapped across your chest and two beneath each arm - and below all that, short water-skis locked to your feet.

[x] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

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>>45825101
>[x] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.
CLANG! what the fuck was that?

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.
Iowa has a metric fuckload of secondaries meant literally for fending off torpedo boat attack.
We need to hit her before she realizes what's happening.

Also fuck time to go to work don't die fags

>inb4 it hits Iowas belt at a bad angle and just glances off

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.
IT AIN'T ME
IT AIN'T ME
I AIN'T NO FORTUNATE SON NOOOOOO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40JmEj0_aVM

>>45825101


[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

RIGHT UP THEIR UNSUSPECTING ABYSSAL ASS

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

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>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

Shipgirls CAN sky dive!

>>45825101
>[x] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

CHAARGE!

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>>45825101
>[X] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

>>45825101
>[x] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.


Should I tell him? Should I? Maybe I should. Hey Planefag, you wanna have a heart attack?

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

No time for half measures!

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.
Time to fuck shit up.

>>45825101
>[X] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49OZ0M_0fhg

>>45825169

As much as we love that song.

We're dropping a soldier into a hell on earth he's barely equipped to fight in with supertech.

There's only one option.

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

>>45825215
DO IT FAGGOT

>>45825101
>[x] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.

>>45825101
>[X] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

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>>45825215

w-what

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>>45825215
KILL HIM

>>45825101
>[ ] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.
Hate wants to cause MAXIMUM HAVOC AND CHAOS, and a moment to spot the best time and place would be time well-spent.

>>45825232
Naturally this means that hes going to look good for about thirty seconds, and then be evaporated by a 12" shell.

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>>45825215
it's ok to be a faggot
but don't be a faggot about it

>>45825215
My boss is watching this now, RADM.

>>45825101
>[ ] Open a bit higher; give yourself time to size up the situation and pick your insertion point.
Damn Dem, you did very good for this long first post. Very entertaining to read, good blend of multiple viewpoints.

>>45825101
[x] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

>>45825016
>And that's when you hear Hate's roar.
Yeeessss...
>>45825039
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeesss..!
>>45825074
YEEEEEEEESSSS!

>>45825101
>[O] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

OH FUCKING BABY! PLANEFAG, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD I AM RIGHT NOW AND THERE'S A BITCHBOAT DOWN THERE WHO NEEDS AN 18-INCH DICKING!

HATE! HATE YOU GLORIOUS, VALHALLA-BOUND MOTHERFUCKER! PUT ON A FUCKING -SHOW- SIR!

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>>45825215

>>45825261

The longer he spends in the air on a fucking chute is longer for ANY of the abyssals down there to see him or his chute and machine gun him.

Getting into the fight fast and dirty and a bit out of position is better than getting splattered a few thousand feet above it.

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>>45825278
>RADM

[X] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

I get the feeling that if we give BB-4 any warning, it'll get the chance to open up on Hate and the corgis with its extensive secondary battery.

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>>45825278

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

>>45825244
Let's pretend for a minute that I'm not a complete fucking idiot and direct your attention here.>>45825278

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>>45825278
>RADM
>One-star on deck

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>>45825278

oh my god what

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>>45825278
>>45825244

Let the hilarity begin!

>>45825278
What does he recommend as the course of action?

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>>45825278

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>>45825278
Make sure he sees what Japan did to the USS Iowa

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>>45825292
hey
hey crab
this is hell
and you can't leave

>>45825169
More appropriate would be this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPf_PJlJsJQ

Or maybe this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWgsdexkv18

BB-4's belt ranges 4-14 inches the boat dogs are his only hope of killing her before her secondaries splatter him. Her deck is 3 inches so he has to pull a sniper shot with the big gun while in the air.

>>45825324

Next stop the actual Admiral Thomas.

>>45825341
I am at least 80% sure that parachuting in, attached to corgi PT boats and carrying a gun that you should be able to reasonably fit your HEAD down the barrel of, into a fleet of undead ship abominations straight of Cthulu's night-terrors, isn't really that's something that's covered in your everyday tactical assessments.

>>45825278
>*army* nurse corps
>Rear admiral is in charge

I demand an address to send a strongly worded letter to!

>>45825306
>>45825311
>>45825321
>>45825322
>>45825324
>>45825325
He told me that your reactions would amuse me, he wasn't wrong. Carry on planefag. Carry on. Unlike some lazy Army Nurse's I know I have actual work to do.

>>45825101
>[ ] HALO drop - hit them like a Wyoming twister, no warning, no quarter.

>>45825370
OUTSTANDING, HUNTER 1
OUT-FUCKING-STANDING
I'll buy you a beer when we get back to base

>>45825391
Multiservice facility.

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>>45825362

No, no I can't leave despite my MULTIPLE FUCKING ATTEMPTS, cause someone has to keep this shit-hole running.

You're right, I can't leave.
But I can take a day off.

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>>45825392

oh my god

what have I done

>>45825387
Look, I work at the CDC and have access to our "in case of zombies" plan. I'm certain that somewhere, he has contemplated what to do in this sort of situation.

Actually, considering >>45825370


There's one thing we forgot.

These are well-disciplined abyssal.

And Hate is about unleash some 18" rape on them.

Maybe they need to hear the word?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZThquH5t0ow

>>45825411
>navy is in charge
STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

>>45825436
>in case of zombies
Isn't that part of the British Defence Ministry's standard Ops?

>>45825436
Well Abyssals are basically nautical zombies

>>45825433
Something that the US military, at all ranks, enjoys.

>>45825436
What's the "in case of Abyssals" plan?

>>45825433
Ok the boss is gone and I can breath again.

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VOTES CALLED

>>45825433
You have brought this onto yourself! be proud of it!

>>45825436
isn't there also a "in case of aliens" plan as well

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Look here hates sisters.

>>45825487
Also yeah, this.

Captcha why?! I don't have any alcohol.

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>>45825490
>mfw

>>45825433
This is the feeling of Victorious Trancendance. Your shitposts will go where no shitpost has ever gone before.

Exult in your glory!

>>45825509
Not sure about that one. Zombies would technically be a public health problem, so that is under our authority. Aliens aren't so much, unless they have space AIDS.

>>45825490
goddamn, you were a busy motherfucker with your time off

>>45825433
You can now shitpost knowing that it will be seen by some of the most important people in the US Military command structure.
Someday soon, you might even get to shitpost Admiral Thomas himself!

>>45825509
There is, actually. It's basically 'dig a hole in the ground, put a nuke in it, and fire a steel plate at them'.

>>45825433
Something that could possibly lead to world peace if we just get all the worlds militaries and leader addicted to your quests.

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>still no Iowa

>>45825473
More like nautical revenants, but whatever.

And oh god, there's an admiral about. Fuck me. It's only just sunk in.

>>45825454
>>45825370
>>45825169
>>45825232
Bitches please. I know the paratrooper element is important, as is the USMC, but this is a fucking EPIC moment in a fucking EPIC sea battle.

There is only ONE appropriate soundtrack.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaYchEJBZMY

>>45825592
Are we sure that it would though?

>>45825598
needs more battleships in general

>>45825550
From what I understand, the government's contingency plan for aliens *does* involve having them quarantined at either the Lunar Receiving Laboratory in Houston, or the CDC's facility in Atlanta, until we can confirm they don't have anything contagious to earth life.

Who else here will die of laugh if hates gun doesn't work cause of shipslut Magic bullshit?

As in it hits and BOUNCES!

>>45825592
Rather not have waifu wars turn into nuclear annihilation.

>>45825630
>a little voice intones "That one bounced!"

>>45825433
you did good.
/k/'s zumwalt and f35 shitpost ecosystems will have bounteous yields if these dudes stick around

>>45825655
>>45825624
Hates probably going to think he can just hit it once and it will die.

Hes in for a surprise.

>>45825630
>>45825655
>even worse, a little voice intones, "You missed, Momo-chan!"

>>45825612
Well maybe everyone but Tubby leader and the Sultan.

Let a man can dream of world peace via shit posting and shenanigans.

>>45825655
>Hate has his own fairies, housed exclusively in that monster gun

I... I want this now. I really fucking do. Oh my god, somehow we've answered the question of what'd happen if a human and shipgirl made babies. Hate's the prototype... We've turned him into a hybrid!

>>45825629
Maybe at the other campus where they play with all the nasty things could be re purposed for that, but there aren't any high enough level biosafety labs at this campus.

>>45825679

Actually....

No.

No modern infantryman is trained like that.

You shoot the enemy and keep shooting until he's clearly dead to your eyes or your section commander/PL/TC/OC/whoever says stop.

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When BB-4 finds herself a face-full of Hate and corgis...

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>>45825630
>>45825655
>Insert Smug Lieutenant Young here

>>45825685
I'M NOT MOMO-CHANNNNN

>>45825710
Good thing shes quipped with several dozen guns designed with this exact situation in mind.

>>45825489
I feel like I should warn you and you boss that the higher rank you are the easier it is to dox you, or at least figure out who you are. It took me 5 mins of googling to take a pretty good guess of your boss your boss's name and position.

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>>45825644
Hates face when the Abyssal ignores him and go on to murder the mutts.

But only the troublesome ones for some reason.

>>45825685
>the whole trip down is a cacophony of "That was close" "We didn't penetrate their armor" "That one bounced" "Ricochet"
>first hit on ground: Ammorack

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>>45825756
>>45825655

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>>45825704
>KCQ posters include both a 1-star Admiral and workers at CDC
>major government establishments are following KCQ

>>45825750
>twenty 57mm anti-torpedo boat guns

Hey, they wont even over-penetrate!

how many 1 star admirals are there roughly? is it that rare?

An American destroyer new to British signal methods was seen in the Atlantic flying two flags: Church Pendant and Interrogative Flag. On being asked what the signal was intended to mean, she replied:
GODDAMNIT, WHERE AM I.

>>45825855
Do remember that the WW2 PT boats were made out of WOOD.


When did Willy Pete become a thing again?

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>>45825831
>major government agencies are drawing up abyssal contingency plan's

>>45825867
You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to reach flag rank in a peace-time military.

>>45825831
Who's next to show up following this thread? Heads of States? Those running for president?

>>45825729
No, no she's not.

BB-4's armament:
Four 12"/35 (2x2), eight 8"/35 (4x2), all of which are main battery guns intended for use on slow-moving large heavy targets. Secondary battery: Six 4"/40 (6x1), twenty 6-pdr (2") guns, four 1-pdr (1.1") guns, and four .30-caliber MGs. The four-inchers wouldn't be able to keep up with the PTs, and the six-pounders are likely going to have trouble with fire control on such small, fast-moving targets, too. The only things I'd be worried about are the one-pounders and the Browning Potato Diggers.

Also note that "torpedo boats" in the time of BB-4 were in the 200-400 ton range and moved about 25 knots; PT boats are literally a tenth that size and move nearly twice that fast.

>>45825855

Keep in mind the speed differential. Levelling effect can only do so much

And that the corgis can sweep those gun crews dead a lot faster, consdering that those 57mm are hilariously outpaced by the .50s, 20mm and 40mm on the corgis.

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>>45825523
Planefag could always take inspiration from Arpeggio and give have two girls for one ship.

next thing you know we'll have hillary and trump shitposting at each other in these threads

>>45825904
Hmm, didn't Settle drop the date 2018 when we found Willy in the bush early in quest?

>>45825867
I don't know how many one stars specifically, but the total number of active duty admirals is by law 160.

So yeah, pretty rare.

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>>45825908
> TFW Trump announces anti-Abyssal plans in his next campaign speech

>>45825908
>Trump comes out with an anti-abyssal wall

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Daily reminder that the North Carolinas and South Dakotas were so superior to the KGV's entering service at the same time that the British Admiralty actually thought there had been a scandal and conducted an investigation of their own ship design bureaus.

>>45825128
Was that just our strongest guess, or specifically confirmed in the quest? Because I'll admit, until this point, I would have agreed with that 100% but that face...

Maybe some really are ships, but I've never seen a Wo-class carrier or Ro-class destroyer in any living navy. They have to come from somewhere, right? Maybe there's some horrible necrotech refinery rendering down blood and bone and flesh and soul and casting it anew as these abominations?

>>45825130
It may not be one-for-one, or the fairies would be able to come back alone. And much as I want a fairy Nelson, Yi or Togo, I don't think individual humans have the power to return alone.

>>45825867
I don't have the exact number to hand, but IIRC in peacetime command-grade ranks like Generals and Admirals are capped by an act of Congress. Going from memory, the total authorised number is under a thousand. Not sure if that's a per-service number, or a permitted aggregate total.

>>45825908
Oh god. Now I'm picturing Trump bitching about your next lewdz, Fluff. During a campaign rally.

Someone pass the brain bleach.

>>45825904
>Planefag disappears for a month
>He helps write the abyssal contingency plan

>>45825936
>implying they're not already here.

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>>45825624
a slugfest between the super fatsos would be awesome, apart from when it turns into fucking somme-on-the-ocean and our waifus sink to the bottom as horrible mangled wreckage. again.

>>45825996
>In before the contingency plan turns out to be "summon ALL da shipgurls" in complete opposition to KCQ!USN

>>45826018
Quick Trump test
Mr. Trump! What are the mexicans sending us, again?

>>45826043
A WALL

>>45826043

an excuse.

>>45825878
From American destroyer to Flag Officer, Queenstown:
HAVE ATTACKED AND SUNK ENEMY SUBMARINE.
WHERE AM I?
From Flag Officer, Queenstown:
TOP OF THE CLASS.

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>>45826021
>Filename
My /m/an

>>45825867
By law the USN can only have 162 admirals, and no more than 21% (34) can have more than two stars. I'm guessing there's about 100.

>Planefag begins his star collection.jpg

>>45826125
>other anons play KanColle
>planefag is playing AdmiraltyColle

>>45826080
From IJN Shigure in a tree:
WHAT SHIP?
From RADM Settle:
WHAT TREE?

>>45826125
>Star collection
not
>man panty collection

for shame, Anon

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>In his book "The man aroud the engine" Vice Admiral Louis Le Bailly makes very interesting comparsion about King George V vs. USS Missouri.

>Senior Lieutenant(E) from KGV swapped duties with his opposite number in Missouri. The British engineer found it difficult to realise that US ship was steam driven, as there was no steam leaks and everything was tidy.

>US engineer claimed his time on board the KGV was nearest thing to hell he had experienced, as most of the steam seemed to be outside the pipes.

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>>45825967
best girls

Goddammit Naka.

You keep flirting with the Abyss, you'll truly become one of them.

Hopefully her... most recent... condition is reversible; I doubt she'd want to stay as a zombie cyborg siren for the rest of her life.

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Is there no stopping this girl?

>>45825967
S H O W B O A T
H
O
W
B
O
A
T

so...is Naka still good for the concert?

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>>45826204
confirmed best

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Let's modernize Iowa!

>>45826244
Yes. Featuring the Choir of Death. Sing.

No way that set up screams kill me to a determined air assault.

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>>45826254

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>>45826254
Foreign exchange cruise!

>>45826277
>>45826244
>Astropaths go here

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>>45824536
>>45824802
pissweak sub cant into real firepower

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>>45826204
>>45826248
I think you gentlefolk are a little confused.

>>45825497
intentional as that artist as of late started to work in such traits in his design

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This is how I see our Iowa.

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>>45826244

Black suit, gloves and sunglasses.

... What? I didn't say it was a good idea on my part.

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>>45826321
i respect your rank but youre waifu is shiiiiiiiiit

>>45826327
Now compare that to the sad pacific Iowa...

>>45826248
>that compact as fuck superstructure
>that short length and comparatively massive width

How many possible ways are there to say "UNF" in the English language?

>>45826340
And given that KCQ!Iowa has already been described as having dark hair like Pacific!Iowa, this is rather off-base.

>>45826345
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiBLgEx6svA

>>45826317
Uh, dude, that's a bombardment monitor, it wasn't meant to tango with enemy ships.

>>45826321
Reminder that the Texas has a sway that's more obvious than Swayback Maru's.

>>45826382
>Texas
>Anything but absolute best
I will choke you with a lone star flag

>>45826392
Iowa and Arizona are borrowed from Pacific. If you'll notice the art of the two earlier in the quest.

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>>45826321
Objectively shit taste, just like your pre-standard type, sub-par when built dreadnought.

>>45826382
>Mudhen's version of Bama
neat.webm

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>>45826382

>>45826321
>>45826418
I have an ominous feeling, as though I'm going to get killed by angry men, at length and in agony, as I continue the Hell & Texas stories.

>>45826321
TEXAS
E
X
A
S

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Confirmed Abyssal but still useless at anything[/url].

>>45826460
It's not Texas that triggers Texans
It's shitting on Texas that triggers us

>>45826469
The hell is that monstrosity?

>>45826418
>Implying that any ship that isnt the USS Massachusetts is best

PLEBS EVERYWHERE! BIG MAMIE A BEST!

>>45826489
I'd shit on Texas.

But only if she wants me to.

>>45826512
LONE
STAR
FLAG

>>45826397
Sadly it's very true. Homeboat has seen better days.

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>>45826244
shit bro, abyssals have ruled pop for decades
she'll be fine

>>45826496
Soviet command ship, something akin to USS Blue Ridge.

>>45826496
Soviet communication ship

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_communications_ship_SSV-33

>>45826496
Soviet ship equivalent of the E-4B. At-sea nuclear command post.

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>>45826454
Of the many great things "that one artfag we never got a name for" delivered to us, Bama was the best.

>>45826496
SSV-33 Ural, a command and control, communications and ELINT ship.

Based on a modified Project 1144 (Kirov-class) hull.

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You give your rig a last check as the flight engineer (on a safety tether) helps you, tugging every fitting till it's damn near cutting off circulation, and double-checking that every panting little cretin is firmly affixed. You give Fenrir a last look-see - you don't want the strap breaking due to the heavier than normal opening shock - and straighten up, giving the load a thumbs-up to indicate you're ready.

“ONE MINUTE!”

You step closer to the ramp, wind whipping wildly through your hair. A dark, yawning void waits for you below. You drop your NVGs over your eyes, adjust the strap and turn them on - now it's a faintly green yawning void.

Yeah. Much better.

“THIRTY SECONDS!” the loadmaster shouts at top volume, because you've unhooked from the aircraft's intercom system. You turn your face to watch the red light in your peripheral vision - NVGs wash out any color differentiation - and when the hue snaps into a brilliant, vibrant green you hurl yourself out of the plane.

The sensation of freefall in utter darkness is every bit as surreal as you remember; a cocoon of silence closing on you as the thunder of the Hercules turboprops vanishes into the night. There's only the rushing of wind past your ears and the faint flutter of your clothes - and this time, the smell of doggy breath borne on the slipstream. Their little tails are pounding against you vigorously - they're having a goddamned ball.

Damnit naka why didn't you use a tripcode it's much easier to zip past the discussion I'm hours late for when I can ctrl-f a tripcode

>>45825550
tyranids
the beast
flood

>>45826557
That is definitely true.

>>45826460
Link for those?

>>45826496
A soviet communications ship based on a cruiser hull.

She's still in scrapping, specifically because the Russians are stripping her for anything useful before they shred her.

Hmm...

I wondered what a shipgirl thinks of kid/grandkids of their crew?

Cause my grandpa served on two Iowas, two Essexs, and several other ships.

>>45826422
It's a hybrid pic of KC and Pacific Iowa. It combines the better parts of both world in my option.

>>45825935
Ever since that one bit of writefaggotry where Royal Navy destroyer girls wore maid outfits to troll the admiral and failed to do so SPECTACULARLY, I will always hold that uniform for RN returned destroyers is maid outfits, while Battleships wear slightly modified dress uniforms.

Cruisers... I have no idea at all.

>>45826321
Goddamn New Yorks. One of them did for my Königsberg in two salvos last night. His buddy in the Kongō never even bothered shooting.

>>45826575
CLEAR THE RAMP!
THIRTY SECONDS!
GOD BE WITH YOU!

>>45824599
Clearly that desk needs a Naka figma or something on it.

>>45826512
There's actually a Massachusetts shipslut that was drawn by the same guy who did Alabama.

Not gonna post it though, Bama writefag was going to use it for something special I think.