>>45952763
The first day was spent just everybody trying to decide where they'd be quartered. Naturally, the fleet carriers and the battleships got the prime real estate normally set aside for officers, while the more common destroyers and cruisers were relegated to the enlisted bunks. Not that you were complaining. Despite the number of shipgirls packed on to the ship, it didn't come close to the nearly 1,000 Marines the she used to carry.

You wake up on the dawn of the second day of your transit, greeted with the sight of bottom of the bunk bed above you. Yawning loudly, you reluctantly crawl out, noticing that nobody else was present. Guess they decided not to wake you. Not like you all had anything particularly important to do yet.

According to the itinerary, the Tarawa would be rendezvousing with the rest of the amphibious assault fleet, with the actual attack taking place tomorrow. It was honestly a bit shocking just how quickly the Admiral and Captain were able to throw such a sizeable conventional and shipgirl force together so quickly. Then again, an assault for Midway had always been planned, so maybe the assets were just already in place.

Nevertheless, you needed to figure out what to do for today.

>First things first. You need to grab some chow. Maybe you'll see the Canadians there?
>You still haven't had the chance to test your refitted Rig. Go see Shen.
>Go see if the Admiral really is present on the ship.
>Other

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Reminder Hoel is BEAUTIFUL just the way she is.

>>45952768
>You still haven't had the chance to test your refitted Rig. Go see Shen.

>>45952768
>>First things first. You need to grab some chow. Maybe you'll see the Canadians there?

time for some fucking proper maple-syrup pancakes!!! Fooood!!!

>>45952768
>>First things first. You need to grab some chow. Maybe you'll see the Canadians there?

Good thing Habakkuk isn't showing up anytime soon. She's a big girl.

>>45952768
>You still haven't had the chance to test your refitted Rig. Go see Shen.

Live, from /tg/, it's FRIDAY NIGHT
This week, another sleepy one. WoWS and KanColle recieve minor updates for various little improvements.
WoT, on the other hand...

>>45952768
>First things first. You need to grab some chow. Maybe you'll see the Canadians there?

>>45952768
>>First things first. You need to grab some chow. Maybe you'll see the Canadians there?

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>>45952768
>You still haven't had the chance to test your refitted Rig. Go see Shen.

>>45952803
She could be better anon.

>>45952838
>WoT, on the other hand...
Some turd finally get polished and actually seems playable now.
New cosmetics.
Still no Da Chief.

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>>45952851
Hoel's beauty is on the inside.

growing outward

>>45952768
>>First things first. You need to grab some chow. Maybe you'll see the Canadians there?

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>>45952763
Also forgot to add in the edited Archive pastebin.

http://pastebin.com/sYpqmWZg

>>45952831
Let's be perfectly honest, there is NO base that could possibly feed Habakkuk without having to start rationing for everyone else.

>>45952768
>>You still haven't had the chance to test your refitted Rig. Go see Shen.

Finished dinner, came home, check 4chan, this. Right on time.

>>45952831
Considering she was designed to be relatively cheap, wouldn't she be kinda thin and sickly?

>>45952768
>You still haven't had the chance to test your refitted Rig. Go see Shen.

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>>45952878
>outward

>>45953045
Trying to even imagine the proportions is difficult. If displacement equals bust size, then Habakkuk has 2.2 MILLION tons which blows out all the other shipgirls out of the water.

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>>45952763
Obligatory Yorktown webm

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>>45953131
>2.2 million tons
>26 motors for externally mounted propellers
>40 twin-barrel 4.5" DP turrets
>150 twin-engined bombers or fighters

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>>45953129
>Hoppo pops out

>>45953136
Which one is that? CV-10?

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>>45953224
>Dances away

>>45953250
CV-5

>>45953250
>>45953288
CV-10. This was taken in Okinawa.

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>>45953136
You can tell it's from a Michael Bay movie, because the camerawork is terrible.

>>45953489
>KC anime movie

So how much do you guys think it'll blow?

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>>45953519
100% of course.

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>>45952768
You decide to start off the day with a nice and hearty breakfast. After all, it was the most important meal of the day! Or so you were told. You quickly shower and get dressed, deciding to put on a fresh uniform today due to the cramped confines of the ship magnifying pretty much every smell by several factors. As you walk through the hallways, you could hear the small pitter patters of the Workshop Faeries scrabbling through the pipes, vents, and small spaces of the ship. It was pretty inevitable that he moment Shen brought them aboard, they'd scatter to the winds trying to spruce up what they could. The old amphib carrier had only recently been brought out of mothballs, after all.

And they seemed to be doing a good job, too. According to some of the veteran crew, Tarawa was now running better than she was when she was fresh out of drydock. However, Shen was plenty angry since faeries working on the ship meant no faeries working on the actual Rigs. It was not uncommon to see some of his less liked personnel being assigned the impossible task of rounding up the little buggers to get them back to work.

However, none of that stops you on your way to the mess hall, which is absolutely PACKED. You see shipgirls, enlisted, and even officer crew squeezing in wherever they could, and you could quickly see why.

Pancakes.

And not just pancakes, but maple syrup. Not the watered down artificial shit in the stores, the but REAL DEAL Sam was able to smuggle into the base straight from Canada.

You quickly dash over to the serving counter, where you see a cheerful looking Ontario casually humming a tune, flipping freshly mixed pancakes on the stove. Her long blonde hair was tied back in bun, but that didn't really detract from her motherly qualities at all.

(cont)

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>>45953552
"Oh, Hoel, nice to see you up and running!" Ontario says cheerfully as she slides a tray with a quad stack of pancakes and a small mug of coffee to you. "I made sure to give you double servings, given what your sisters have said about you!"

"Um thanks." You blink, wondering just what exactly Johnston and Heerman have been telling her.

"Well, you go eat up! I'm just finishing up the last batch here and I'll clean up and join you later!" Ontario gives an angelic smile as she turns back to the stove.

Christ, it's a pity they don't make ships like her anymore.

With tray in hand, you turn back to the mess hall, and immediately see three potential spots. Of course, there was a table that your task force seems to have taken over for themselves. At another table, you could see Portland being tasked with the unenviable duty of babysitting the Fletchers, who had a very awkward looking Haida sandwiched between them as they ogled at her uniform, red hair, and just about everything else about her. Finally, there was the table where The carriers and battleships were sitting at. You could immediately spot Enterprise and Iowa, and there seemed to be a little empty space just between them. A capital ship definitely couldn't fit in there, but a destroyer just might...

>Sit with your task force.
>Sit the Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.
>Sit with Big Girls
>Other

>>45953519
I couldn't even finish the series.

>>45953569
>>Sit the Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

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>>45953569
>Sit the Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.
Chances of Haida being our Tarin?

>>45953569
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953569

>Sit with your task force

No Anna around?

>>45953569
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953569
>>Sit the Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953569
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953569
>>Sit with Big Girls

>>45953569
>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>sitting with the cap ships
No way, they'd steal our extra pancakes.

>>45953607
>No Anna around?
She's an auxiliary, not meant for combat. They probably left her back at Pearl.

>>45953569
>Sit with Big Girls

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>>45953607
>No Anna around?

Anna is a bit busy on assignment at the moment! The duties of a communications ship never end!

>>45953569
Welp, looks like we have tie between the Task Force and the Fletchers! Time for a runoff vote!


>Sit with your task force.
>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953569
>>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747

>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>Sit with your task force.

>>45953747
>>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747

>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>Sit with Portland, Haida, and the Fletchers.

>>45953747
>>Sit with your task force.

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>>45953747
You head over to where the Fletchers are sitting. You suppose that poor Sweet Pea is going to need some help wrangling those destroyers. You head over to their table, pancakes in hand and you take a seat next to Portland, who looks just looks at the perpetually energetic Fletchers with a mix of tiredness and envy.

"Been like this all morning?" You ask with a cheeky grin.

"All morning." Portland confirms as she glumly looks at her now empty coffee cup. "I thought you were bad, Hoel, but Luce, Wren, and Daly are on a whole different level."

"Yeah..." You nod as you take your first bite of Ontario's pancakes and feel a shiver up spine. So good! "So uh, what's the story with them and Haida over here?"

"Oh, well, the usual." Portland shrug. "Foreign destroyer, and they all want to know more about her."

"Haida, Haida! How many confirmed kills did you get?" Luce asks as she leans in uncomfortably close to Haida's face.

"Ohmygosh, is this natural?!" Wren oohs as she runs Haida's long red hair through her fingers. "It's so reeeed!"

"And that uniform is soooooo cute!" Daly squeals. "Is it standard issue for your navy?"

"Ummmm ummm ummmm." Haida stammers, completely unable to keep up with the rapid fire questioning.

>Better help out your northern neighbor.
>BULLY THE CANADIAN
>Other

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45953980
>>BULLY THE CANADIAN

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45953980
>>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45953980
>>BULLY THE CANADIAN
Is it true there are lumberjacks there?

>>45953980
>>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45953980
>>Better help out your northern neighbor.

No teasing the Haida! She's a nice girl!

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

>>45954034
She's also badass.

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

No bully!

>>45953980
>>BULLY THE CANADIAN

>>45953980
>Better help out your northern neighbor.

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Sorry, posting's has been a bit delayed but we'll be back on track soon!

>>45954409
You can stop giving Div 6 head pats Merc. Their cuteness is too distracting.

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>>45953980
"Now now, girls." You say as you finish off your first pancake." Leave the poor Canadian alone and let her eat her pancakes in peace."

"Okay!" Luce, Wren and Daly chime as they return to ravenously devouring their breakfasts.

"How do you do that?" Portland asks incredulously. "They NEVER do what I say!"

"I guess it's just a destroyer thing!" You chuckle.

"Thanks for the assist, Hoel." Haida says, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"You know, you're one of the last few destroyers I've seen that wasn't comfortable around their own class!" You point out as you start work on your second pancake. "I take it you're not the social type?"

"N-no! I'm plenty social!" Haida tries to convincing you very unconvincingly, her shoulders shifting around a bit to much. "It's just... I'm just not used to dealing with with them like this!"

"Oh, really?" Portland raises an eyebrow. "How's that?"

"It's complicated." Haida shifts nervously.

>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.
>So why'd they just send you and Ontario?
>What've you been doing before you came down here?
>Other

>>45954493
>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.

>>45954493
>>So why'd they just send you and Ontario?

>>45954493
>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.

>>45954493
>So why'd they just send you and Ontario?

>>45954493
>>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.

>>45954493
>>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.

>>45954493
>So why'd they just send you and Ontario?

>>45954493
>>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.
>>So why'd they just send you and Ontario?

>>45954493
>>Aw, come on, we've got plenty of time.

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>>45954493
"Aw come on, we've got plenty of time!" You say cheerfully as you shovel in the last of pancake number two into your mouth. "Why don't you spill?"

"Well..." Haida sighs. "Well, when this war first started, I was one of the earliest ships to 'come back.' At least, for Canada, that is. As such, I was often the first on the frontlines whenever the Abyssals tried to make a push from the Arctic, and pushed often and in force."

"Yeah, I heard the early days were rough." You nod.

"They were." Portland confirms.

"Well, anyways, as the fighting went on, more and more Canadian Navy ships started trickling in. A light cruiser here, a light destroyer there, but it quickly added up. By that point, Arctic raids weren't as threatening as they were before now that we had more shipgirls to keep them at bay..."

"I feel a 'but' coming." You frown.

"But, since I was the first destroyer, and the one that's seen the most combat, I guess you can say that the other destroyers are... intimidated by me? It's not like they're doing it on purpose or to be mean or anything but it's just..." Haida sighs and droops a bit. "I get the feeling I'm standing on top of a pedestal, and the others won't get close to me because of it."

"Hmmmm, that does make sense, in a way." Portland nods.

"AWWWWW, WE LOVE YOU JUST THE SAME, HAIDA!" Luce, Wren, and Daly wail as they all dogpile her.

"Gah!" Haida gasps as the bundle of destroyers falls over onto the ground.

Yep, it looked like Haida simply just didn't know how to deal with clingy destroyers who didn't care about her reputation.

"Oh my, it's nice to see Haida making friends so quickly!" Ontario smiles warmly as she sits down. "Now, don't go rolling around on the floor like that, you'll get all dirty!"

(cont)

Time for some theme music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOpN1YG3GjE

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>>45954930
"Okaaaay!" The three Fletchers like lightning zip back up from the floor and back to their seats. Haida is a bit slower, her hair and clothes all disheveled now.

"H-how do you DO that?!" Portland gasps.

"Well, you learn a thing or two when you lead a large destroyer squadron!" Ontario giggles, her golden blonde hair swishing in the air.

"How many destroyers do you lead?" You ask.

"Hmmm, well, not too many." Ontario puts a hand to her chin. "Including Haida... that would be 53 destroyers total."

You swear Portland's jaw would have dropped and hit the floor if it could.

"T-that means they're pretty obedient, r-right?" Portland stammers.

"Oh no, they're all quite as rambunctious and energetic as these three right here!" Ontraio motions to Luce, Wren and Daly.

"H-how..." Portland wheezes. "I-I can't even control three..."

>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
>BULLY THE PORTLAND.
>Other

>>45954947
>>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
>>BULLY THE PORTLAND.

>>45954947
>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
Responsible friend Hoel go!

>>45954947
>>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.

>>45954947
>>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.

Portland wants- no, she NEEDS this!

>>45954947
>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
>>BULLY THE PORTLAND.

>>45954947
>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.

>>45954947
>>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
>>BULLY THE PORTLAND.
I usually hate doing multiple options at once, but this is too good to pass up

>>45954947
>>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
>>BULLY THE PORTLAND.

>>45954947
>>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.
>>BULLY THE PORTLAND.

>>45954947
>Suggest Ontario give Portland some pointers.

>>45954947
>MAXIMUM OVERBULLY

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>>45954947
"Well, you know, Sweet Pea here just LOOOOOOVES destroyers!" You grin as you wrap an arm around Portland and pull her close to you , close enough that both your cheeks rub together.

"Hoel, what are you-"

"So much, that she wants to lead fifty of them herself one day!" You continue on, cutting off Portland's protests.

"Really now?" Ontario's eyes spark with life. "Oh, well, I've... I've never really taught this sort of thing but... I'll do my best! And do you prefer to be called Sweet Pea? I know quite a lot of ships like to go by their nicknames..."

"N-"

"Of course!" You say loudly, drowning out Portland's protest. "Why do you think I keep calling her that!"

"All right then, Sweet Pea!" Ontario gently grasps Portland's had and starts leading her out of the mess hall. "Let's get straight to it, then! Luce, Wren, Daly, I'll require your services, too!"

"YAAAAAAAY!" The three destroyers cheer as they follow Ontario and Portland. Portland shoots you one last look of utter HATE right before getting pulled out the door.

It was the little things in life.

"So, what were you planning on doing after this?" Haida asks.

Wait, what was she talking about? You look down to suddenly find your plate empty. Did you finish the last pancake without realizing it?!

>I want to see Sweet Pea suffer.
>I should go see Shen.
>Maybe I should find Anna.
>Maybe I should find the Admiral.
>Other

>>45955314
>>I should go see Shen.

>>Other
Ask someone to record Portland (mis)adventure for you.

>>45955314
>Maybe I should find Anna.

>>45955314
>>Maybe I should find Anna.

>>45955314
>I should go see Shen.

>>45955314
>>I should go see Shen.


So was it clear on what happened to Vahlen?

>>45955314
>>Other
Training.

Also, we shall have a video camera with us and make commentary. Like on Top Gear!

>>45955314
>>I should go see Shen.

Gotta calibrate dat new radar package!

>>45955351
I don't think anything happened to her, she's just a horrible murderer who we never want to talk to again.

>>45955314
>>I should go see Shen.

>>45955314
>I should go see Shen.

>>45955314
>>I should go see Shen.

>>45955314
>I should go see Shen.

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>>45955314
"Well, I'm going to go see Shen, our Chief Engineer!" You say with a bit of anticipation. "Just got my Rig refitted, so I want to see how it performs!"

"Hey, just what we were about to do!" Johnston laughs as she slaps you on the shoulder. When the hell did she get here?!

"You can come with us if you want." Heerman suggests.

"Sure, why not." You shrug and glance at Haida. "Wanna come with?"

"Am, well, I'm not sure..." Haida looks away a bit nervously.

>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.
>Well, whatever floats for you.
>Other

>>45955516
>>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

Time for MANDATORY FUN TIME

>>45955516
>>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

There was never any other option!

>>45955516
>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

>>45955516
>I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.

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>>45955516
"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES!" You grin as you loop your arm under hers.

"More company is always welcome!" Johnston joins in as she takes Haida's other arm and the two of you literally carry the little Canadian destroyer out of the room.

"H-hey, wait! Stop!" Haida protests uselessly as her feet drag across the deck.

"HEY JOHNSTON, DO YOU HEAR ANYTHING?" You say loudly.

"NOPE! I JUST HEAR A DESTROYER HAVING FUN!" Johnston replies, equally as loud.

"But-!" Haida stammers.

"Just roll along with it." Heerman chuckles. "You're not going to change any of our minds."

Haida just sighs.

The four of you make your way up to the hangar deck. Back in the Tarawa's glory days, this would have been where her helicopter compliment would have been stored and serviced. However, in her current role as a shipgirl transport, the hangar deck had been converted into a mobile maintenance shop. Due to the importance of the mission, Shen had decided to personally accompany the assault force this time, doing last minute tuneups and maintenance on all of the rigs.

"Ah, Hoel, Johnston, Heerman and..." Shen squints and adjusts his glasses as he catches sight of Haida. "I don't believe I recognize you."

"I-I'm HMCS Haida, sir!' Haida somehow manages to salute, even with her arms being held by you and Johnston.

"Ah yes, Haida, I've heard of you from my old colleagues." Shen nods in recognition. "A lot of their current maintenance knowledge stems directly from working with you."

"Ah, well, honestly it was nothing!" Haida blushes slightly.

"They've also pointed out how regularly you had to brought in for repair. Not unlike a certain few other destroyers here." Shen eyes you and your sisters grumpily."

"Hah, well, I was a bit more reckless in my early days..." Haida acknowledges.

>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?
>Let's get straight to business.
>Other

>>45955854
>>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?

One of us... one of us... one of us... heheheheh...

>>45955854
>>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?

>>45955854
>>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?

>>45955854
>>Oh? Not so different from us, huh?
No Canuck-ese, please. Leave their failure in the frozen north of suck and fail, please.

>>45955854
>>Let's get straight to business.

>>45955854
>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?

>>45955854
>>Let's get straight to business.

>>45955854
>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?

>>45955887
>No Canuck-ese, please.
But it's part of the joke.

>>45955854
>>>Oh? Not so different from us, eh?

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>>45955854
"Oh, not so different from us, eh?" You grin as you finally let go of Haida and nudge her in the shoulder. "Reckless is our middle name!"

"More like 'giving the engineers extra unnecessary work' is your middle name." Shen sighs and shakes his head.

"Actually, you're technically our senior!" Johnston says happily. "So we'll be sure to follow your lead!"

"U-um sure." Haida nods, her eyes naturally drawn to Johnston's front hull.

"Now Haida, you wouldn't mind if I take a look at your Rig? I've been assured that you and Ontario were overhauled before being sent here,but I'd like to double check."

"Oh, yeah!" Haida nods as she closes her eyes, summoning her Rig. As it materializes, you note that it doesn't look too much different from yours at first glance, thought the most obvious difference were the two double barreled pistols holstered o her belt.

"Ah, your dual barrel 4 inch guns." Shen nods. "May I?"

"Sure." Haida nods as she carefully hands her weapon to Shen. You watch his arms buckle for a split second as he tries to adjust to the weight, but you're impressed that an old man like him could lug such a heavy load. He he turns it over in his hands, that little flash of an engineer's happiness in his eyes.

"It's well built, and well cared for." Shen smiles as he gently hands the pistol back to Haida. "I'm sorry to say that we don't really stock 4 inch ammunition as standard, so you'll use your reserves carefully."

"Understood." Haida nods.

"As for you three." Shen waves for you and your sisters to follow him as he shuffles further back into the workshop. "We've completed the development of your experimental refits. Ideally, I'd like to get these put on and put through testing before the battle, just to work out any kinks. Are you ready for that?"

>Of course!
>Can we do that later?
>Other

>>45956120
>Of course!

>>45956120
>>Of course!

>>45956120
>Of course!

>>45956120
>Of course!

>>45956120
>>Of course!
Ready to roll.

>>45956120
>>Of course!

>>45956120
>Of Courshe!
>Now's not the time for hesitation, that comes later.

>>45956120
>>Of course!
>>Other
Can I get Anna to watch?

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>>45956120
"Of course!" You nod, grinning with anticipation. "Been waiting for this all day!"

"Understood." Shen nods. "Then let us get ready then. Head down to the well deck and summon your Rigs there. Then I'll walk you through the testing process. Haida, you go along with them as well. Even though we're in with the rest of the fleet, an extra set of eyes wouldn't hurt."

"Yes sir." Haida salutes.

"And remember, if you can, DO NOT turn on your refitted systems until I tell you." Shen warns.

"Got it!" You and your sisters nod."

"All right, go along, then."

The three of you jog down to the well deck. You've all been the Tarawa before, so you all know the way there. Down in the well deck, you can see a couple of RHIBs being prepped to launch by members of STRIKE-1. No doubt as extra "pairs of eyes". You give wave to Red and Section, who are busy mounting a heavy .50 cal machine gun on one of the RHIBs. Red waves back while Section gives a slight nod.

The four of you jump down into the water, summoning your Rigs as you go. Immediately, you can see Johnston's Rig was very different from what it used to be. It was now a greyish black instead of the regular light grey, and you could see the Rig extend out to cover more of her body, particularly around her chest, like an honest to god suit of armor. Meanwhile, it seemed that Heerman's Rig extended out to wrap around her entire right arm, might it look rather robotic.

(cont)

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>>45956451
Meanwhile, your own Rig looked rather different as well. Your old radio mast was now more af a large, angular column, the sides covered with radar arrays. Currently the power to the new radar was disconnected. You could easily fix that, but decide not to since Shen instructed you to keep it off anyways.

"Taffy 3, you are clear to launch." The Captain says over the well deck's loudspeakers. "Good luck out there."

And with that, the four of you sail out into the open sea outside. Almost immediately, you can see the numerous conventional Arleigh Burke destroyers forming a protective perimeter around the Tarawa, and one of the larger Ticoderoga class cruisers. Farther out, you could see the distant silhouettes of shipgirls on picket duty to watch for any potential Abyssal scouts or ambushers.

"All right, we shall begin testing shortly." Shen announces over the radio. "Which of you would like to go first?"

>Let Johnston and Heerman go first.
>Volunteer to go first.
>Other

>>45956462
>>Let Johnston and Heerman go first.

>>45956462
>Volunteer to go first.

>>45956462
>>Let Johnston and Heerman go first.

Save the best for last.

>>45956462
>volunteer to go first
Let's fucking roll

>>45956462
>>Volunteer to go first.

>>45956462
>Volunteer to go first.

>>45956462
>>Let Johnston and Heerman go first.

>>45956462
>>Volunteer to go first.

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>>45956462
"Me me!" You say happily. "I wanna see how this new radar works!"

"All right." Shen says. "Now, just to reiterate, you're now using the same type of radar suite that our Arleigh Burke class destroyers normally use. I don't have to remind you that modern search radars are more powerful than their WWII predecessors by orders of magnitude."

"Yeah yeah, I'm aware of that." You roll your eyes.

"You will be able to see farther and with more clarity than you've previously thought possible." Shen continues. "I say this the few other shipgirls that have taken this upgrade have had... 'exciting' experiences upon first activation. Poor Annapolis' incident is rather infamous among us in the workshop.

Oh boy, you HAD to hear this sometime...

"All right, if you are ready, turn on your radar at minimum power setting. We want to take this slowly." Shen instructs.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>45956732

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>45956732

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>45956732

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>45956732

>>45956747
>>45956750
>>45956763
And we're all green!

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>>45956732
And you see everything.

Not, not just everything.

EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.

Granted, you just started on the low power setting, so you can only see what's immediately around you, but it's still extremely harrowing. Before, using your radar, you could only "see" objects as rough silhouettes. Basically fuzzy blobs that you had to guess at what they were based on the context of the situation like speed, altitude, and size. Sure, it let you see things beyond regular visual range, but it was all ultimately guesswork.

But here, you could see every single little detail. Not just the outlines of Haida and your sisters, but you can pick out the individual folds and wrinkles in their clothes. The individual rivets and weld lines in their Rigs. You can TELL when each of their individual eyes were blinking. Hell, you could see even DEEPER than that. straight through their clothes and-

oh.

OH.

YOU'VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE!

>Hoel's new radar now allows her to find critical weakpoints in enemy defenses! Attack rolls of 19 will now count as a critical hit! These rolls do not generate FATE POINTS.

"Hoel? Are you okay?" Johnston frowns. You swap back to your regular optics and see her looking worriedly at you.

"Yeah, why?" You blink.

"Your nose is bleeding." Johnston takes out a handkerchief and dabs it right under your nostrils. "Guess Shen wasn't kidding about the power of that radar!"

Huh? Oh right. Yeah. The Radar.

"So, what did you see?" Haida asks.

>EVERYTHIIIIIING!
>THING THAT CANNOT BE UNSEEN.
>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU
>Other

>>45956951
>>Other
UNIIIIIVVVVEEEEEEERRRRSSSEEEEEEE!!!!

>>45956951
>>THING THAT CANNOT BE UNSEEN.
"If I told you half of what I have seen, you wouldn't even believe me."

>>45956951
>>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU

>>45956951
>>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU

>>45956951
>>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU
1. It's the truth.
2. It will be hilarious.
3. I don't need a third reason.

>>45956951
>>EVERYTHIIIIIING!

>>45956951
>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU

>>45956951
>>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU

>>45956951
>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU

>>45956951
>>YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU

>>45956951
>Other
"I've seen things you Destroyers wouldn't believe. The way that Johnston's bra is just a little too small for her. The color of Heerman's panties and the lace on Haida's underwear. All those things, like a sailor's secret stash, gone like tears in rain."

>>45956951

Supporting: >>45957043

Something people would pay good money for: Johnson having a dock-off with Hamakaze.

>>45956951

>>45957043
Okay, that's pretty good. Was >>45956998

When they force us to say anyway, that seems like the best answer.

>>45956951
>>45957043
This/

>>45956951

Supporting >>45957043

>>45957043
noice

supporting this

Did anyone else just see that Google Go match a few minutes back?

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>>45956951
"YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU!" You shake your head rapidly, trying to back up, only to feel the back of your Rig bump into Heerman, who's not standing behind you.

"Oh?" Johnston's face twists into a devious smile. "What could you have possible seen?"

"Yeah! What?!" Haida asks suspiciously.

Both of them were slowly inching closer and closer to you. You knew how this was going to end, so you might as well end it with a bang.

"I've seen things you Destroyers wouldn't believe." You utter, wonder in your eyes. "The way that Johnston's bra is just a little too small for her. The color of Heerman's panties and the lace on Haida's underwear. All those things, like a sailor's secret stash, gone like tears in rain."

There's a moment of silence as Haida and your sisters pause to process what you just said. However, as the realization begins to creep in, so does the blush on their faces.

"I somehow expected this was how it would go." Shen sighs. "Anna had the same reaction too and her poor boiler just couldn't handle it."

Well, you had MUCH more to worry about than a blown boiler, as now you were facing three VERY embarrassed and VERY angry destroyers.

>Accept your fate.
>FLEEEEEE
>Other

>>45957205
>>FLEEEEEE

>>45957205
>>FLEEEEEE

>>45957205
>FLEEEEEE
impromptu evasion practice

>>45957205
>>FLEEEEEE
Smash and grab

>>45957205
>FLEEEEEE

>>45957205
>Other
Time to die

>>45957205
>>FLEEEEEE

>>45957205
>>FLEEEEEE
Time to chase shells like Edsall-sempai.

>>45957205
>>Accept your fate.

I welcome judgement

>>45957205
>FLEEEEEE

>>45957205
>Other
Keep talking about all the lewd things you saw as you
>FLEEEEEE

>inb4 we bump into a certain someone while fleeing.

>>45957205
>>FLEEEEEE

>>45957205
>FLEEEEEE
"And now for my next impression, Jesse Owens!"

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>>45957205
FUCK THIS, YOU WANT TO LIIIIIIIVE.

Without warning, you fire up your boilers to full capacity and let your screws loose as you try to escape the ever tightening figurative (and most likely literal) noose around your neck.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>45957368

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>45957368
SNOW!!!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>45957368

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>45957368
Boiler exploding y/n?

>>45957393
That or we meet Habakkuk, the fuck huge shipgirl.

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>>45957368
Both Johnston and Haida dive to tackle you, but you're too quick, crouching down to your knees, while your screws propel you forward, just narrowly dodging the two attacking destroyers as they ram into Heerman instead.

"Oh dear..." Shen sighs. "Just leave her be, girls, we still need to get through the rest of the testing."

"Fiiiiiiine." Johnston sighs.

"Well, it's not like we don't know where she sleeps." Heerman points out.

WAIT. FUCK.

"Don't worry, I'll chase her down!" Haida assures them.

DOUBLE FUCK.

You pulse your advanced radar again, increasing power and this time getting an eye on the rest of the ships in the formation. However, this time, you already know what to expect, and try to filter out all the unnecessary details that you can. Immediately, you could see a few hiding spots you could use to try and shake Haida's pursuit. There was the considerable bulk of the nearby Ticonderoga class cruiser Phillipine Sea which could you from Haida's gaze. You could also see a small shipgirl task force, with Anna at the center. Maybe you could blend in with them to hide from Haida's radar? And then there was the LCS Freedom, which was out on the edge of the fleet resupplying some of the submarine shipgirls. Surely Haida wouldn't chase you that far?

>Hide behind the cruiser.
>Hide behind Anna.
>Hide behind the subgirls.
>Other

>>45957469
>Hide behind the cruiser.

>>45957469
>Hide behind the subgirls.
>"I'M SOOOOORRRRY!"

>>45957469
>>Hide behind the subgirls.

>>45957469
>>Hide behind Anna.
>>Mention the color of Anna's panties to her

Anna has been taking peeks at Hoel this entire time and we never noticed

>>45957469
>Hide behind the cruiser.

>>45957469
>>Hide behind the cruiser.

>>45957469
>Hide behind Anna.
Maybe she can help us adjust to the new AEGIS suite?

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>>45957469
You make a beeline straight for the Phillipine Sea, hoping that the cruiser's bulk would hide you from Haida's gaze.

>Roll 1d20

>>45957469
>>Hide behind Anna.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>45957554
Come on....

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>45957554

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>45957554

>>45957566
Time for virtuous mission.

>>45957495
>Anna has been taking peeks at Hoel this entire time and we never noticed

Goddamn, it all makes sense now.

>>45957622
We should just let Anna know we can see her naked when ever we want now.

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>>45957554
You manage to kick up a cloud of smoke from your Rig's smokestack, obscuring Haida's vision and forcing her to rely on her radar to track you. However, right as you do, you swing around the stern of the Phillipine Sea...

...and crash right into the back of Portland's rig, nearly sending her falling face first into the water. Good thing she had higher tonnage than you.

"Hoel!" Portland grunts as she barely manages to maintain her balance. "What are you doing here?"

"What are YOU doing here?" You counter, right when you see Ontario and the Fletchers present as well.

"I was just practicing formation sailing with the Fletchers." Portland adjusts hers glasses. "At Ontario's suggestion of course."

"What exactly are you doing all the way out here?" Ontario asks, more curious than accusatory.

>I'm being chased by Haida ya gotta hide meeeeeee.
>Oh, just testing out some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent!
>Other

>>45957653
>Other
I CAN SEE ALL OF YOUR TIDDIES

>>45957653
>Oh, just testing out some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent!

>>45957653
>Other
>Comment on Portland's choice of underwear

>>45957653
>Oh, just testing out some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent!

>>45957653
>>Oh, just testing out some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent!

>>45957653
>Oh, just testing out some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent!
...Is our radar still on?

>>45957653
>Oh, just testing out some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent!

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>>45957653
"Oh, just testing some new stuff on my Rig, that's all! Totally innocent purposes!" You laugh a bit nervously.

"What? New stuff?" Luce's head twists around almost instantly and immediately the Fletchers swarm around you, all ogling at your Rig.

"Is that a radar?'

"Looks really shiny!"

"C-can I touch it?"

"Hey, clear off, ya little twerps!" You laugh as you lightly shove them away.

"So, so, what can it do!?!" Wren asks.

"It just lets her see farther and with more clarity." Portland steps in. "Isn't that right, Hoel?"

>Yep, totally right. Nothing wrong here.
>WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T TAKE AN UPGRADE CALLED RADAR.
>Other

>>45957749
>Yep, totally right. Nothing wrong here.

>>45957749
>Other
I CAN SEE THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

>>45957749
>Yep, totally right. Nothing wrong here.

>>45957749
>WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T TAKE AN UPGRADE CALLED RADAR.
>I CAN SEE INFINITY

>>45957749
This: >>45957761

>>45957749
>Yep, totally right. Nothing wrong here.

>>45957749
This: >>45957767
I can see the meaning of life.

>>45957749
>Yep, totally right. Nothing wrong here.

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>>45957749
"Yep, totally right. nothing wrong here." You say with a bit of hollowness in your voice.

"Something wrong? You seem a bit more... subdued." Portland frowns.

"Nah, it's nothing, Sweet Pea." You wave it off. "Just taking a breather, that's all."

"Oh, is that Haida?" Ontario turns her head as Haida sails past, still trying to sniff out for you. Ontario waves as she calls out to her. "Haida!"

SHIT.

Well, this hiding spot was compromised. Maybe you could make a break for the Tarawa, or maybe you could go to Anna and ask her more about all this advanced radar business...

>Head back to the Tarawa
>Head for Anna
>Other

You guys realize that this is how Anna is ALWAYS looking at things, right? She's been looking at our underwear the whole time and we never would have known.

>>45957912
>>Head for Anna

>>45957912
>Head for Anna

>>45957912
>Head for Anna

>>45957912
>>Head for Anna
>>Ask how often she looks at our underwear

>>45957912
>Head for Anna

>>45957944
This must be asked.

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>>45957912
You quickly slip away from the cruiser/destroyer group before Haida can link up with them, and instead sail for Anna's position near the back of the formation. You can see her sailing between the escorting Burkes, evidently coordinating movements and operations between them and the larger fleet as a whole. She WAS a communications ship, after all. No doubt she was keeping touch with distant superiors in Pearl and DC as well.

"Yo, Anna!" You wave at her as you casually sail past the small shipgirl detachment escorting her. "Whatcha up to?"

"Oh, Hoel!" Anna smiles as her hair antenna twitches furiously. "Just coordinating some fleet movements and keeping track of the submarines and subgirls we've sent ahead to scout! Nothing too much!'

"Oh, I see." You nod.

"So what are you doing?" Anna says happily. "How's that new radar working out for you?"

>Oh, totally fine.
>...so how long have you been checking me out?
>Other

>>45958022
>>...so how long have you been checking me out?
It's time

>>45958022
>...so how long have you been checking me out?
>Do you check out everybody, or just me?

>>45958022
>>...so how long have you been checking me out?

>>45958022
>I know your secrets Anna.

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>>45958022
>...so how long have you been checking me out?

I've had this image for years, I never though I'd actually find an appropriate time to use it...

>>45958022
>Oh, totally fine.
>Other
"Incredible what you can see with this, right?"

>>45958022
>...so how long have you been checking me out?

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>>45958022
"...so how long have you been checking me out?" You ask Anna flatly.

"W-w-w-w-w-whaaaaat?!" Anna's face goes red.

"Come on, Anna, don't play dumb, we both got the same radar, now!" You point to your new radar mast. "I've seen the thing's you've seen! You can't hide 'em from me!"

"I-I-I never used the rardar to l-l-look where I shouldn't!" Anna stammers. "H-h-honest! R-really!"

Goddamn she's always so cute when she's flustered.

>I AM NOT CONVINCED.
>Fine, I'll take your word for it.
>Actually I don't mind. Look all you want~.
>Other

>>45958135
>Actually I don't mind. Look all you want~.

>>45958135
>Actually I don't mind. Look all you want~.

>>45958135
>>Actually I don't mind. Look all you want~.

>>45958135
>Other
>Use our radar on Anna at MAX POWER
It's too late now, Anna. It was always too late.

>>45958135
>Fine, I'll take your word for it.

Let's not knock her out while she's supposed to be working, OK?

>>45958135
>Fine, I'll take your word for it.
We really can't let Anna overheat right now.

>>45958135
>>Actually I don't mind. Look all you want~.

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>>45958135
"Actually," You give a seductive grin, "I don't mind. Look all you want~."

"W-w-w-w-w-w-whaaaaaaaa!" Anna starts to freak out.

However, the process is interrupted when Iowa swoops in and flicks her on the forehead.

"Anna, focus! We can't have ya overheating like that!" Iowa drawls and then turns to you. "And you, Hoel, ya should know better than to bully her and get her all riled up when she's on duty!"

"Sorry..." Anna says meekly.

"Sorry." You hang you your head.

"Now I'm sorry to say, but if you ain't got nothing better to do, Hoel, you should return to Tarawa!" Iowa grins. "Don't want you causing a ruckus for the girls on duty!"

Well, maybe you should follow Iowa's advice. Looks like you've shaken Hadai off your tail. Then again, maybe you should link of with your sisters and kinda sorta apologize to them. Maybe they're not so mad anymore?

>Head back the Tarawa.
>Head back to your sisters.
>Other

>>45958225
>Other
Use radar on Iowa before we go.

>>45958225
>>Head back to your sisters.

We will now randomly catch Anna staring at us, just staring

>>45958225
>Head back the Tarawa.

>>45958225
>Head back to your sisters.

>>45958225
>Head back to your sisters.

>>45958225
>Head back to your sisters

>>45958225
>Head back the Tarawa.

>>45958225
>Head back to your sisters.
I still wanna see what their upgrades do.

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>>45958225
"Fiiiiiine." You groan as you slowly head back to where our sisters are. Hopefully they weren't mad-

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>45958282

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>45958282

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>45958282

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>45958282
Oh, they mad.
They real mad.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>45958282
They seem pretty mad. It's not like it's something we haven't seen 100 times either....

>>45958282
The question is, is this roll for our sisters being angry or is it us catching Anna using her radar on us as we walk away?

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>>45958282
You feel a hard impact against your back that feels like a goddamn freight train, sending you tumbling forward and falling face first into the water with a large SPLASH. And then you feel something grab the back of your collar and LIFT you, Rig and all, so your feet were actually dangling above the water. You wipe the salt water out of your eyes to see a grumpy look Heerman, that robotic arm of hers holding up your entire weight. Johnston then sails in, now sporting a large metal shield, in addition to the extra plating on and around her body.

"Well, Hoel, it seems you've experienced your sisters' upgrades firsthand." Shen explains. "As you can see, Johnston's is rather straightforward, being passive armor protection."

"Personally, I think it kind of ruins my figure, but I think we can adjust it!" Johnston giggles.

"And Heerman here is testing an experimental technology I've been developing for Rigs. EXO gear to increase raw strength and durability." Shen continues, explaining that metal arm. "I haven't been able to develop a full body version yet, but Heerman volunteered to test it and I've gotten rather valuable data.

"Still feels a bit stiff, but it works." Heerman grins.

"Um, can you let me down now?" You ask meekly.

"Not until you apologize." Heerman glares at you.

>Fine! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
>It's not like I did it on purpose!
>DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!
>Other

>>45958382
>DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!

>>45958382
>DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!

>>45958382
>>It's not like I did it on purpose!
>>DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!

>>45958382
>It's not like I did it on purpose!

>>45958382
>>DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!

>>45958382
>DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!

how's your campaign going?

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>>45958382
"DUDE WE SEE EACH OTHER NAKED ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS!" You wail. "I DON'T SEE WHAT THE HUGE PROBLEM IS HEEEEERE!"

This was kinda true. You ARE sister and you DO live together, after all.

"It's the principle of the matter!" Heerman huffs.

"Yeah! The principle!" Johnston says in agreement.

"WHAT PRINCPLE! YOU'RE JUST SAYING NONSENSE!" You yell as you thrash wildly but uselessly.

"All right girls, I think that's enough testing for today." Shen's voice interrupts you all. "Let's pack it up and return to the Tarawa, all right? Then you three can kill each other then."

"Okaaay~!" Johnston chimes. "Oh, maybe we should tell Portland? I think she'd want to join in, too!"

"Ooooh, that does sound tempting." Heerman smiles.

"Haha, nice joke there...." You laugh nervously. "You're joking, right?"

"Are we, Hoel?" Heerman's smile goes from innocent to evil in a heartbeat. "I'm sure she'd love the thought of you peeping at her every time you turn on your radar..."

Godfuckingdamnit.

You are so dead.

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week, and don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!
>Anyways, since we still got leftover posts in this thread due to starting a bit later than usual, I'll leave this thread open for any potential Q&A you have for this quest or any of my others!

Next upgrade: CIC

>>45958469
If that's what the radar does on low power, does high power just increase the range, or does it increase resolution as well?

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>>45958433
Ah, not too much has happened so far. It's been a pretty slow week, all things considered!

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>>45958529
It just increases the range.

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Bump!

Dammit, I missed the thread.