>>47828274
>Buried under a pile of Fletchers.

>>47828274
>>Buried under a pile of Fletchers.

>>47828274
>>In Anna's room.
as tempting as the feltcher pile is

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>>47828274
>Buried under a pile of Fletchers.

>>47828274
>>Buried under a pile of Fletchers.

>>47828274
>In Anna's room.
>Buried under a pile of Anna.

>>47828274
>>Buried under a pile of Fletchers.
Is this the real life?

>>47828274
>In Anna's room.

>>47828274
>buried under a pile of battleships

>>47828274
>>In Anna's room.

>>47828274
>In Anna's room.
>Buried under a pile of Fletchers.
Why not both?.jpg

>>47828274
>>In Anna's room.

[x] Buried under a pile of Fletchers

>>47828274
>>In Anna's room.

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>>47828274
Aaaaand you find yourself buried under a pile of Fletchers, for some ungodly reason. Luce, Wren, and Daly, all still dressed in their navy blue pajamas, were sprawled all over you. Luce was lying directly on top of your torso, her head resting right on your chest as if she were using it as a pillow. Meanwhile, Wren and Daly were each wrapped around your right and left arms respectively like hot dug buns, and there didn't seem to be any indication of them letting go.

And finally, Kidd was just lying on her back directly on top of your legs, snoring the loudest of them all. Her eyepatch was disheveled and her hat was gone, otherwise making her nearly blend in with her other sister ships. Her little pet bird Pepe similarly was nesting on Kidd's chest, fast asleep like its master.

You... you honestly don't remember how this happened...

And then suddenly, there's a loud knocking sound on the door.

"Girls!" You hear Portland snap. "You're already twenty minutes late for drills! You better all not be still asleep!"

Portland's nagging did nothing to wake the destroyers up. At this rate, the cruiser was sure to barge in to MAKE them wake up!

Damnit, what were you going to do?!

>Try to worm your way out of their grip.
>Time top lay the alarm clock.
>Just play it cool.
>Tell Portland to go bother someone else.
>Other

>>47829008
>Try to worm your way out of their grip.
>Portland help they somehow have me pinned.

>>47829008
>Time top lay the alarm clock.
I love top lay.

>>47829008
>Tell Portland to go bother someone else.

>>47829008
>>Time top lay the alarm clock.

>>47829008
>>Tell Portland to go bother someone else.

>>47829008
>>Time to play the alarm clock.

>>47829008
>Time top lay the alarm clock.
>Vibrate/thrash furiously when the alarm sounds

>>47829008
>>47829069
whoops I meant vibrate/thrash as the alarm clock. Fire blanks if need be

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>>47829008
Well, you suppose you should save Portland some of the trouble and just wake the Fletchers up yourself. Even though you were largely sympathetic to them, even you knew that they couldn't goldbrick their way out of everything. There was as war on, after all!

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>47829237

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>47829237

>>47829241
>
Damn

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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>47829241
whalp
>>47829237

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>>47829241
WELL

Do you want to bank the crit for a FATE POINT? You currently have 2 points!

>Y
>N

>>47829304
>Y

>>47829304
>Y

>>47829304
>Y

>>47829304
>>N

>>47829304
Might as well bank it, can't see how a crit helps us here besides some extra comedic effect.

>>47829304
>Y

>>47829304
>Y

>>47829304
>>N
I think 2 is enough. RNG hasn't hated us enough to burn them all.

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>>47829405
Yet

>>47829444
Alright, considering the game I was playing for the past 3 hours I guess you're right.

When you roll 3 critical hits in a row that don't confirm, you die a little on the inside.

>>47829304
>Y

Not exactly life or death here. You can never have enough good karma in reserve.

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>>47829304
>FATE POINT gained!
>You now have 3 points!

"HEY! WAKE UP YA LAZY CUNTS!" You bellow as you violently shake and twist your body. You manage to flip Luce off of your chest and toss Daly and Wren off of your arms. A uniform effort from both of your legs ejects Kidd into the air.

All four Fletchers squeak in surprise as the sudden and nasty awakening. Pepe started flapping his wings wildly and chirping angrily at the rude awakening, flying in circles below the ceiling.

Portland then forces he door open, an annoyed look on her face. Her bespectacled eyes quickly scan the room like a pair of rangefinders, It seems she quickly gathers what had happened, judging from all of the scattered Fletchers and you sitting in the center of them.

"Wild night, huh?" She sighs.

>You're always free to join in~!
>I honestly don't even remember.
>This isn't what it looks like!
>Other

>>47829543
>>I honestly don't even remember.

>>47829543
>You're always free to join in~!

>>47829543
>You're always free to join in~!

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>>47829543
>I honestly don't even remember.

Let this be a lesson to turn off your swag before bed, Hoel.

>>47829543
>>I honestly don't even remember.

>>47829543
>>I honestly don't even remember.
Maybe someone spiked a drink, or sugar rush.

>>47829543
> You're always free to join in~!

>>47829543
>I honestly don't even remember.

>>47829543
>I honestly don't even remember.
>BUT~
>You're always free to join in~!

>>47829543
>You're always free to join in~!
seriously though
>I honestly don't even remember.

>>47829543
>>You're always free to join in~!

>>47829543
>>I honestly don't even remember.

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>>47829543
"I honestly don't even remember how this happened." You shrug as the other Fletchers yawn and try to rub the sleep out of their eyes.

"I'm honestly not even surprised." Portland shakes her head and sighs.

"Well, you're always free to join in~!" You tease with a knowing smile.

"Yeah! A sleepover with Portland sounds AWESOME!" Wren says happily.

"We could always be usin' a new landlubber for our raiding parties!" Kidd chortles, with Pepe chirping in agreement.

"Sorry, I'll pass." Portland groans as she adjusts her glasses. "Anyways, San Diego's waiting for you in the well deck. She'll be leading you in gunnery drills."

"AWWWWWW." The Fletchers whine.

"Don't take that tone with me." Portland tuts. "I already told you about this well ahead of time! Now get dressed!"

"Meanie Portland!" Daly sticks her tongue at Portland before disappearing into the bathroom with her sisters.

"Honestly, I don't know how Ontario does it." Portland groans.

"Eh, it's a chore, I admit." You shrug. "Anyways, if you're not gonna be drilling them today, what are you doing?"

"Long list of things." Portland sighs. "Apparently there's going to be briefing that requires both the Captain and the Admiral's attention, there's rumors that Enterprise is actually going to be linking up with us, and, well, I'm sure San Diego will need help with the Fletchers...

>Give a call to Hoel.
>Go see what this briefing is about.
>Go see if the rumors about Enterprise being on board are true.
>Help out San Diego with the drills.
>Other

>>47829884
>>Help out San Diego with the drills.

>>47829884
>>Give a call to Hoel.

Tell her not to trust anyone, and to keep a lower profile!

>>47829884
>Help out San Diego with the drills.

>>47829884
>Help out San Diego with the drills.

>>47829884
>Help out San Diego with the drills.

>>47829884
>Go see if the rumors about Enterprise being on board are true.

>Give a call to Hoel.
>Hoel
We've swapped places! Nobody noticed the pale skin.

>>47829884
>Give a call to Hoel.

>>47829884
>Help out San Diego with the drills.

>>47829884
>>Help out San Diego with the drills.

>>47829884
>Help out San Diego with the drills.

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>>47829884
"I guess I can go help out SD with wrangling the the kids." You shrug.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd really be that selfless." Portland blinked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm full of surprises, Sweet Pea." You smile. "Besides, it would be a good opportunity for me to stretch my sea legs!"

"I suppose that's true." Portland nods. "All right, you go on ahead, then. I'll let you know if anything happens on the ship."

And with a respectful nod, Portland spins on her heel and marches off down the hall. Meanwhile, inside the Fletchers' quarters, you could hear all kinds of noise and humming emanating from the bathroom. I looks like the Fletchers are gonna take a while...

>Better wait for them.
>Tell them to hurry up.
>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.
>Other

>>47830371
>>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

>>47830371
>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

>>47830371
>>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

>>47830371
>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

>>47830371
>>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

Time to get the meeting started.

>>47830371
>>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

>>47830371
>Tell them to hurry up.
>Might as well head out and meet up with SD first.

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>>47830371
You decide to head down to meet up with SD first. You slowly but steadily make your way down to the well deck. By this point, you're already well acquainted with the Tarawa's decks and sprawling hallways, and you move through her with little effort.

However, once you reach the well deck, you find San Diego, but she isn't her usual cool, cheery self. No, as a matter of fact, she looks to be a mixture of troubled and frustrated as she stood on the edge of the deck, her arms crossed and foot rapidly tapping on the steel deck making a rapid clanking sound like a machine gun on full automatic.

Yeah, something was clearly up with her.

>Ask her about it.
>Maybe it's best not to ask her about it.
>Other

>>47830756
>>Ask her about it.

>>47830756
>>Ask her about it.

>>47830756
>Other
>Sorry to have kept you waiting!

>>47830756
>Ask her about it.

>>47830756
>>Maybe it's best not to ask her about it.

>>47830756
>>Ask her about it.

>>47830756
>Ask her about it.

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>>47830756
"Hey, SD, something bugging ya?" You ask, walking up to the light cruiser.

"Huh?" San Diego blinks, suddenly snapped out of her frustrated trance. "Oh, Hoel. Er, well, you could say something like that."

"Ya wanna talk about it?" You tilt your head curiously. "You don't have to keep everything bottled up, you know!"

San Diego gives you a hard stare for a few seconds before drooping like a flag without wind, her shoulders and head sagging.

"I heard that we received a few new shipgirls on the Tarawa today. Last minute and very hush hush."

"Yep, I heard Enterprise arrived." You nod, echoing what Portland had told. "What, you got some kinda beef with her?"

"No." San Diego shakes her head. "I heard San Francisco was with her, too."

"Wait, what?!" You blink. Portland didn't tell you THAT. "Huh, wonder whey they brought her."

"That's kind of what I want to know, too." San Diego bites her lip.

"It's more than that, isn't it?" You raise a suspicious eyebrow.

San Diego sighs and looks away, out of the well deck and to the blue ocean outside.

"She's never apologized to Atlanta." San Diego explains, her back still turned to you. "In fact she just... avoids her. Never even talks to her, even in this age of instant communication! I don't know why, but I want... no, need to find out why she won't talk my sister."

"Then why don't ya?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Because San Francisco tries to avoid me, too." San Diego sighs. "And I can tell you from personal experience that she's VERY good at running."

Huh, you guess it makes sense. Atlanta was San Diego's sister ship, after all. And San Fran did, well...

>How about you go find her and I'll cover for you.
>I'll go talk to her for you.
>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?
>Other

>>47830756
>>Ask her about it.

>>47831061
>>How about you go find her and I'll cover for you.

SOCIAL LINK GO!

>>47831061
>>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>>47831061
>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>>47831061
>>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>>47831061
>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>>47831061
>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>>47831061
>>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>>47831061
>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

>"She's never apologized to Atlanta."
Didn't we already see her confront Frisco about this at Mulberry's?

>>47831137
Yeah, but there's probably still the hurdle left for her to overcome.

>>47831061
>>How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?

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>>47831137
>Didn't we already see her confront Frisco about this at Mulberry's?

San Fran dodged actually having to answer anything about that.

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>>47831061
"How about we get this drill finished and we find her together?" He grin as you punch San Diego lightly in the shoulder. "I don't think she'd be able to worm way from the two of us!"

"That sounds like a great idea." San Diego smiles and nods, her usual easygoing demeanor slowly returning. "I suppose duty comes first. Though those destroyers are late agai-"

"WE'RE HERE!" Luce wails as she and her sisters dash in, panting for breath and now fully dressed in their uniforms.

"And...." San Diego checks her watch. "Almost forty five minutes late."

"Well, we're here, aren't we?" Daly protests.

"Yeah! Yeah! At least we didn't ditch this time!" Wren nods in agreement.

San Diego's glare just becomes more poisonous.

"Why we be stuck with this deckswabbing duty when the other destroyers don't have to?!" Kidd complains, crossing her little arms in a huff.

"Because," San Diego says in her sternest tone, "Hoel, Heerman, Johnston, and Haida have already proven themselves in major engagements against Abyssals, and you four have not. At least not enough."

"Awwwwwwww!" The four Fletchers whine in unison.

"Look, the sooner ya get this done, the sooner you can leave!" You point out.

"Thank you, Hoel." San Diego nods politely to you.

"Traitooooooor!" The the Fletchers quietly hiss at you, as if San Diego, who was standing next to you, couldn't hear.

"Now now, no need for names." San Diego tuts as she summons her Rig, dozens of 5-inch guns materializing on her back. "How about we get this started? Hoel, what do you think these girls could improve on?"

>Gunnery
>Maneuvering
>Torpedo Runs
>AA Defense
>Other

>>47831413
>>Other
Everything at once

>>47831413
>>Maneuvering

It's all about positioning....Not like that!

>>47831413
>>Gunnery
Fletchers are gun destroyers, not torpedo destroyers.

>>47831413
>45 Minutes late? SD wanna give them the Hell course? *Hoel smile*

>>47831413
>AA Defense

>cookies
Captcha, those were muffins.

>>47831413
>>Maneuvering
The most important skill of a fast and speedy ship, how to move properly and efficiently.

>>47831413
>Maneuvering

>>47831413
>>Maneuvering

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>>47831413
"Well, I'm sure they could use a little more practice on maneuvering." You shrug. "I mean, the best armor for a destroyer is her speed."

"Ohohoho, I see what you mean, and I agree." San Diego nods with a bit of an evil grin as she turns back to the Fletchers. "And since you were all so late, well, we need to... 'accelerate' the drill a bit...."

The Fletchers all collectively gulp in unease as San Diego's numerous 5-inch turrets swivel into their direction. You were well aware that an Atlanta's numerous small caliber guns weren't too good against larger ships, but they would absolutely murder aircraft and destroyers, just like the little Fletchers.

"I'll give you fifteen seconds~." San Diego says sweetly. You can hear the dull thunks of shells being loaded into their breeches.

"Run for it!" Daly cries as she summons her Rig and leaps into the water, her screws already propelling her to maximum acceleration. Her sisters quickly follow suit as they flee for the relative safety of the open sea.

"So, you want to join in?" San Diego gives a toothy smile as she leaps into the water with a loud and heavy splash, her turrets swiveling in anticipation. Before, she just used her cannons in a fairly laid back fashion during training, but this time, that glint in her eye, suggested she was going to play things a bit more seriously...

"Don't worry, I'm still just using training shells!" She explains innocently, as if that would dispel the killing intent behind her voice and eyes.

Jesus you never realized San Diego could be this scary.

>Sure, join in!
>Maybe you'll just observe...
>Other

>>47831753
>>Sure, join in!

>>47831753
>Sure, join in!

>>47831753
>>Sure, join in!

What's the worst that can happen?

>>47831753
>Maybe you'll just observe...

>>47831753
>>Sure, join in!

>>47831753
>Sure, join in!

>>47831753
>>Sure, join in!

>>47831809
>inb4 Abyssal Sub Ambush

>>47831974
>Sub
>five destroyers and a light cruiser
They came to the wrong neighborhood.

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>>47831753
Well, you might as well join in. Chasing some destroyers was a much better use of your time rather than just sitting around and watching. Besides, you knew that ultimately, this kind of hell training was eventually going to benefit your fellow sister ships in the long run. You summon your own Rig and jump down into the water.

Already, you can see the Fletchers scattering, considering that San Diego was only a single ship, so theoretically she could only chase one of them at a time. But when you had over a dozen turrets that could be individually controlled, there really wasn't anywhere you could run from her.

However, the Fletchers were being smart, using the Tarawa's escorts as cover to hide from San Diego's line of fire. San Diego's training shells wouldn't damage them, but she checked her fire because she knew the captains would complain about the unwanted paint job on their hulls.

But that wasn't going to work on you...

>Shoot em up!
>Chase em out into the open.
>Other

>>47832042
>>Shoot em up!

It's High Noon!

>>47832042
>>Shoot em up!

>>47832042
>>Shoot em up!
Gunnery practice for us, too!

>>47832042
>>Chase em out into the open

>>47832042
>Chase em out into the open.

>>47832042
>>Chase em out into the open.
No excessive shooting plz, scratching their paint wouldn't be very nice after all. Also, we could do with a little exercise ourselves anyways.

>>47832042
>shoot

>>47832042
>Chase em out into the open.
Pincer attack!

>>47832042
>Chase em out into the open.

>>47832042
>>>Chase em out into the open.

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>>47832042
You figure that they already have enough to worry about, getting shot at by an Atlanta-class cruiser. However, that doesn't mean you can't help San Diego out a bit. You can wrangle them a bit and force them out into the open, make them dance a bit before San Diego's satisfied...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>47832317

>>47832324
Nice roll

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>47832317

>>47832324
Solid roll, nice

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>47832317

>>47832317
Wow, they rolled like crap.

So...we are avoiding calling Woel cause of ...what? Lines are still hacked? She doesnt need to know? We are too busy with social links?

>>47832506
Last one of those, we had anna check the lines, just need some time to do it.

>>47832506
Because we have shenanigans to do?

>>47832506
Probably the latter. But Woel's a big girl, and she can take care of herself.

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>>47832317
The Fletchers make a valiant effort, but their maneuvers are fueled by fear and desperation, not by experience and sheer confidence. You catch sight of Wren and Daly, trying to loop around behind the relative safety of a Burke. You head around the the opposite side of the ship, cutting it off at the bow. You shift your rudder as hard as you can manage, digging your ankles into the water and spray of seawater and mist arcing into the air as you achieve this sudden change in direction. You then raise your gun and fire a few times at Wren and Daly's feet. The girls shriek and make an instant 180 degree turn, back around the stern of the Burke before getting blasted full force from San Diego's guns, getting drenched in hot pink paint.

Luce was a bit harder to track down, as you can see that she was sensibly keeping her distance, and not quite relying on the friendly ships as cover, but instead constantly alternating her speed and heading to throw off San Diego's aim. Good on her, you note.

However, Kidd was a different story. She instead tried to charge at San Diego when she strayed too close to the Tarawa, which the pirate Fletcher had been hiding behind. Thinking that since her back was turned, San Diego wouldn't be aware of her approach, Kidd drew her cutlass and bellowed a war cry.

Right up until Atlanta's turrets swiveled around and filled Kidd's face with paint, knocking her pirate hat off as well. Pepe meanwhile wisely saw what was coming and had ejected himself from Kidd's head well ahead of time. He then settled back down on Kidd's hat, which was now floating in the water like a miniature boat.

(cont)

>>47832537
What do you call the opposite of plot armor? badass damsel in distress? Pretty sure Woel is gonna get in serious trouble without her sisters to back her up when CIA black ops subgirls come knocking.

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>>47832569
All that left was Luce. She knew the basics, but now it was time to show her how the pros do it. You fire up your boilers and chase after her, peppering her with occasional shots. With you now in close pursuit, Luce can't vary her speed any more and is forced to go at full steam to stay ahead of you, making it easier for Atlanta to lead her shots. Finally, Luce decides to take cover behind a Ticonderoga, and is allowed a brief moment of respite right before San Diego arcs a dozen 5-inch shells over the Tico, raining them right on top of Luce's deck.

"Eeeek!" She squeaked as she was spattered with pink paint.

"All right, that's it for now." San Diego says, now much calmer and more chipper having flushed all that frustration out of her system. "Everybody form back up on the Tarawa, please!"

The Fletchers, dripping wet with paint all glumly regroup at the Tarawa, where you and San Diego are waiting.

"Now, you all did well, but obviously, some of you did better than others." San Diego then looks to you. "Hoel, maybe you'd like to educate them, seeing as you're the expert destroyer here?"

>Let's play the teacher for once!
>Leave it to San Diego
>Other

>>47832597
>Let's play the teacher for once!

>>47832597
>>Let's play the teacher for once!

>>47832597
>Let's play the teacher for once!

>>47832597
>Let's play the teacher for once!

>>47832597
>>Let's play the teacher for once!

>>47832597
>Let's play the teacher for once!

>>47832597
>>Let's play the teacher for once!
Ellen baker timez!

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>>47832670
We still need to get Sammy to dress up in that outfit...

>>47832670
I was going to make a Giants vs Red Sox statement when I realized, the Giants didn't move from New York to San Fran until '58. How the heck did Hoel know they're her hometown's team when she showed up?

>>47832597
>>Let's play the teacher for once!

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>>47832757
Shipgirl magic, duh.

>>47832597
W-wow, this was kinda new. You've never been in the teacher role, before! Well... guess this wasn't something you could fuck up...

"All right!" You harumph as you puff up your chest in an attempt to look more dignified. "Wren, Daly, both of you had the right idea, using natural obstacles as cover, but ya both made one serious fuckup! If you're gonna make high speed maneuvers, ya gotta commit to them! When I cute you off like that, you could have just kept going and sailed right past me without losing any speed at all!"

"R-really?" The two destroyers blink.

"Yep!" You nod. "I practically killed all my speed shifting my rudder like that, and if the two of you had kept going forward, you would've been past me before I could an accurate bead on you!"

"But you were already shooting at us!" Wren pointed out.

"It was just a quick fire. I didn't have time to aim properly." You shrug. "But by stopping like that and turning around, you gave me all the time in the world. I could've plugged a shell in both your backs if I wanted to, whereas if you committed and kept going straight, you would've blown past me and I would've had to waste time turning around to go after you!"

"Ohhhhhh!" Daly and Wren nod in understanding.

"Kidd." You look at the pirate destroyer. "I gotta admire your balls charging San Diego like that, but that ain't gonna work on a ship with radar and powered turrets."

(cont)

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>>47832881
Kidd just mumbles something as she scratches at her now pink eyepatch. You can't really tell if the pink on her cheeks is the paint or an actual blush.

"Luce... I honestly don't have anything to say to you. Ya did everything right. Keep that up, and teach your sisters what you did, and mean ol' SD here will never be able to hit ya!"

"I beg to differ." San Diego grunts.

"R-really?" Luce blinks.

"Yep." You ruffle her hair. "Now how about you four get yourselves cleaned up? Can't have you tracking paint everywhere!"

"Okay!" The Fletchers chime as they all make their escape.

"You know, I think you'd make a good training ship." San Diego giggles.

"Don't even joke about that." You scrunch your face in disgust. "I could never survive a cush job like that."

"I suppose." San Diego regains her composure. "So, San Francisco. What do we do about her?"

>Try to talk to her like regular people, I guess.
>I'll sweep the legs and you pin her.
>Other

>>47832889
>I'll sweep the legs and you pin her.

>>47832889
>>Try to talk to her like regular people, I guess.

>>47832889
>I'll sweep the legs and you pin her.

>>47832889
>>I'll sweep the legs and you pin her.

>>47832889
>>I'll sweep the legs and you pin her.

>>47832889
>>I'll sweep the legs and you pin her.
AND THEN KISS

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>>47832889
"I'll sweep the legs and you pin her." You grin.

"Is... is that really the best way? San Diego frowns.

"Hey, she may be a heavy cruiser, but with our combined tonnage, I'm pretty sure can stop her from moving." You assure her.

"That's... not what I meant." San Diego shook her head. "I mean, is physically attacking her really the only way?"

"Has any other way of getting her talk worked?" You ask.

"...no." San Diego admits.

"Then this is our only recourse!" You say confidently.

"But how are we going to find her? Is she even on this ship?" San Diego sighs.

"God, why are you such a negative nancy all of a sudden?" You roll your eyes. "We go to where the alcohol is, of course!"

One of the benefits of the Tarawa was that it came with a lot of luxuries not otherwise present in her previous conventional configuration. Namely, a fully stocked bar.

Sure enough, you could see San Francisco, drowning herself in the strongest drinks available.

>Roll 1d20

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>>47833155
ERE WE GO ERE WE GO ERE WE GO

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>>47833193
Noice

>>47833155
....yo san fran....you got one too?
a sibling in the dark side?

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>>47833155
"Go, SD!" You yell as you put your destroyer speed to good use, sprinting into the bar and performing a sliding tackle to knock out the bar stool that San Francisco was sitting on right out from under her.

"The fu-" Is all she manages to blurt out as her shot glass flies out of her hands and she falls flat on her back with a loud THUD on the steel deck.

San Diego, despite not quite having the same acceleration, closes in with frightening speed, as she was still a light cruiser, after all. Almost immediately, she leaps onto San Francisco's chest and straddles it, keeping the heavier cruiser pinned to the ground as she presses her arms down on San Francisco's shoulders.

"You and me are gonna have a talk." San Diego growls.

"Not in the mood." San Francisco growls back, obviously angered a perfectly good drink went to waste. "If you let go of me now, I'll forget this ever happened."

"We're staying here till you tell me why you won't talk to Atlanta." San Diego looks absolutely furious now. "She's worried sick, you know! You don't write, you don't call! Sometimes she' thinks you're dead!"

"Probably better off that way..." San Francisco mumbles...

"Goddamnit!" San Diego curses, her patience finally run dry.

The slap echoes throughout the entire room. You swear it's loud enough for the entire SHIP to hear it. San Francisco's face is knocked to the side, her cheek slowly reddening as it swells in response to the impact.

And then you see it. The fire in her eyes. A cold blue fire.

"You shouldn't have done that." San Francisco growls.

>You better step in.
>Let them fight.
>Other

>>47833251
>You better step in.
We don't have the tonnage, but we've got the gumption.
And the radar suite to find her weak spots.

>>47833251
>You better step in.

>>47833251
>Let them fight.

>>47833251
>>You better step in.

>>47833251
>>You better step in.
ABYSSAL TIME!

>>47833251
>You better step in.

>>47833251
>>You better step in.

Are you waiting for when PF puts up a new thread meaning never to post D-Dad?

Been really looking forward to reading it.

>>47833309
Shhhh! If we keep mentioning it, Merc will never write it!

>>47833251
>>You better step in.

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>>47833309
It's about 80% done!

>>47833251
You decide now was the best time to step in. You just wanted the cruisers to confront each other, not literally tear each other to pieces!

"Whoa whoa whoa WHOA!" You bellow as you slide in to grab their attention. "Hold up, girls! Just take a deep fucking breath!"

Both cruisers glare at you, their eyes stabbing deep into your body like targeting radars. In fact, they probably WERE spiking you with their fire control radar!

Shit, what are you gonna say?

>SF, ya I know Guadalcanal was a shitshow but ya gotta get over it.
>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?
>You two behave or... or... I'll call Big E!
>Other

>>47833338
>>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?

>>47833338
>>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?

You won't hurt her.

>>47833338
>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your..."condition", right?

>>47833338
>>>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?

>>47833338
>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?

>>47833338
>>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?
WHAT CAN GO WRONG!?

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>>47832670
>>47832706
>>47833338
>>You're afraid of talking to Atlanta because of your... "condition", right?

>>47833444
That was pretty quick. Props.

>>47833444
wow, thanks dude!

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>>47833338
"Hey, San Fran..." You kneel down so you can better stare down at San Francisco's face. "I think I get it now."

"Get what?" San Francisco eyes you suspiciously.

You've put all the pieces together at this point. The substance abuse, San Francisco's anti-social behavior, her slow but steady Abyssal infection...

She wasn't torn up about accidentally "killing" Atlanta. Or at least, that wasn't the primary reason she was avoiding her.

"You're afraid about your condition and that it will hurt Atlanta again, aren't you?" You ask simply and quietly.

Both San Francisco and San Diego pause, for different reasons.

"N-no!" San Francisco shakes her head in denial, but even you can tell it's a weak, kneejerk lie.

"Condition? What condition?" San Diego asks in confusion.

Shit, should you tell her?

>Tell SD about SF's Abyssal infection.
>Tell SD to trust you on this.
>Other

>>47833471
>Tell SD to trust you on this.
It's not our secret to tell.

>>47833471
>Tell SD to trust you on this.

>>47833471
>>Tell SD to trust you on this.

>>47833471
>>Other
Lie, she is a Red Sox fan.

>>47833471
>Tell SD to trust you on this.

>>47833471
>Tell SD to trust you on this.

>>47833471
>>Tell SD to trust you on this.
SD probably should talk with Woel sometime.

>>47833471
>>Tell SD to trust you on this.

>>47833471
>>Tell SD to trust you on this.

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You look at San Fran, who ever so slightly shakes her head, a bit of fear behind her eyes. She definitely didn't want you telling San Diego about her secret.

"Look, SD, ya gotta trust me on this." You say to San Diego. "San Fran... she's got some kind of condition. The kind that she might not come back from."

"Oh my god." San Diego gasps and she immediately gets off San Fran and backs up, a hand covering her mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

"I don't blame you, it's something I don't like talking about." San Fran grumbles as she slowly gets to her feet and dusts herself off.

"I trust Hoel, so I won't ask any further if it's a private matter." San Diego bites her lip. "I... I won't bother you anymore about it."

"Hey, look..." San Francisco's hands ball up into fists. "I'll... I'll call Atlanta, okay? Just to make sure she knows I'm all right."

"That's all I'm asking." San Diego nods, still unsure of how to proceed. It appeared she didn't expect to get this far with San Fran.

"After this drink." San Fran groans as she grabs a bottle of whiskey from the bar. "You wanna join me?"

San Diego hesitates for a bit, but her shoulders droop as she gives in.

"Why the hell not." San Diego takes a seat next to San Fran and the heavy cruiser pours a shot for her lighter cousin.

"Yo, Hoel, you want to join in?" San Fran raises a glass to you.

>Sure thing.
>Actually, I should go see how Portland is doing.
>Other

>>47833626
>Actually, I should go see how Portland is doing.

>>47833626
>>Sure thing.

>>47833626
>Actually, I should go see how Portland is doing.

>>47833626
>>Actually, I should go see how Portland is doing.
Mai secund waifu

>>47833626
>Sure thing.

>>47833626
>>Sure thing.

>>47833626
>Actually, I should go see how Portland is doing.

>>47833626
>Actually, I should go see how Portland is doing.

because drinking as a ̶m̶̶i̶̶n̶̶o̶r̶ destroyer only can end bad

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>>47833626
"Actually, I should go see how Sweet Pea is doing." You say. You were tempted to join in, but considering you were a literal lightweight as a destroyer, you feel that it was best not to test your alcohol tolerance at this time.

"More for us, then." San Fran shrugs as she downs her shot in a single gulp.

"See you later, then!" San Diego nods as she sips her shot at a slower pace than San Fran, opting to savor the taste rather than trying to get wasted as quickly as possible.

You give them both a little farewell wave as you exit the bar. You briefly wonder where Portland could have gone off to, when you remember that she was going to sit on a briefing between the Captain and Admiral. Naturally, that meant they would have to be in the briefing room, especially considering the Admiral wasn't even on the same ocean.

Thankfully, the briefing room is not too far from the bar, for reasons as of yet unknown to you. However, you see a pair of guards standing outside the door, which was unusual, unless whatever was being briefed was sensitive or secret...

The guards then catch sight of you and start whispering in their radios. You freeze, wondering if you had done something wrong when the door to the briefing room swings open and the Captain pokes his head out.

"Inside. Now." He grunts.

"Yes sir." You say quickly as you hustle in, not about to disobey a direct order from him.

Inside, you could see that the briefing room was practically empty. The only people present were the Captain, Portland, a 2D TV image of the Admiral, and a very sharply dressed man. Not that slimy Lynch, though. This man had a rather more... dignified air about him, but you could tell that like Lynch, he was a spook through and through.

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>>47833805
"What's this about, sir?" You narrow your eyes.

"Just take a seat, Hoel." The Captain orders. "I was planning to tell you about this later, but since you're here anyways, you might as well sit in."

"Okay..." You frown as you take a seat next to Portland.

"Hoel, glad of you to join us." The Admiral's voice buzzes through some speakers. "This man here is Agent Mallory, from British Intelligence."

A Brit? That explains why he looked so sharp.

"A pleasure." Mallory nods his head to you and turns back to the Admiral's image. "May we proceed?"

"Proceed." The Admiral nods back.

"Now, I'm sure you shipgirls are wondering why MI6 called you all here." Mallory says calmly and smoothly with his accented face. "But let me ask you something first. What do you all know about Argentina?"

>The what now?
>Ummmm... some South American country I think.
>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?
>Other

>>47833816
>>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?

>>47833816
>Ummmm... some South American country I think.
>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?

>>47833816
>>Ummmm... some South American country I think.

>>47833816
>>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?

>>47833816
>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?

>>47833816
>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?
Over the very islands we're heading to, no less?

>>47833816
>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?

>>47833816
>>Didn't you fight a war with them some time ago?
>>Other
"and there is this song don't cry for me something?"

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>>47833816
"Um..." You vaguely remember the country name.You're pretty sure you read it in the past when you were trawling random internet pages. "Didn't you Brits fight a way with them some time ago?"

"That's correct." Mallory nods. "It was a short yet rather troubling war over the Falklands, our very destination. Of course, Argentina couldn't hope to match the might of the Commonwealth, and they haven't quite let go of that grudge, even to this day."

"So, what does this all have to do with us?" Portland adjusts her glasses. "Last I checked, Argentina's armed forces are in no shape to launch another attack on the islands, especially now that they've been fortified against the Abyssals."

"Yes, I'm having a bit of trouble figuring this out as well." Enterprise adds.

"Ah, well, this matter is a bit more complicated." Mallory nods to the Captain, who hits a key and activates another screen. On it, you could see what looked to be a scene filmed by a rather amateurish camera setup. In the frame was a rather attractive blonde girl sitting in a simple wooden chair, an innocent and slightly oblivious look on her face.

"What is your name?" A voice with a heavy South American accent speaks from off screen.

"HMS Venerable, of course!" The girl says proudly.

You could hear murmuring in the background. Obviously there were more people behind the camera, just out of frame. Venerable just looks on with a rather innocent and naive expression.

"Are you sure your name is not Veinticinco de Mayo?" The voice asks again.

"Oh! That's my Argentinian name!" Venerable laughs. "Sorry, I always thought it was a bit silly and overly long!"

More murmuring.

"Are you loyal to Argentina?" The voice speaks up again.

"Well, I suppose..." Venerable shrugs. "Still, I do yearn for the days of the Empire..."

Even more murmuring, though it was much faster and more panicked.

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>>47834097
"And how do you feel about our desire to reclaim the Malvinas?" The voice continues.

"Wait.. the Malivinas...?" Venerable's face becomes confused until it suddenly comes to her. "Oh, you mean the Falklands?"

There's no sound, but you can quite tell that the tension was building up in the room. You swear you could hear a soft little "reeeeeeeee" in the background.

And that's when the video cuts out.

"One of our spies managed to smuggle this video, among others, out of the country." Mallory explains. "We can confirm with absolute certainty that Argentina is in possession of a British carrier shipgirl."

"But didn't you sell her to Argentina after the War?" Portland raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't she rightfully belong to them?"

"As you can see, she clearly still identifies as a British ship." Mallory huffs. "We've already notified our own government, and both Parliament and the Crown have made it clear in no uncertain terms that they consider Venerable a British citizen, and will act accordingly to ensure her safety."

"Is that a threat?" The Captain narrows his eyes.

"No, just stating a fact." Mallory responds. "If the United States will not do something about this, then Britain will."

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>>47834108
"And pray tell, why should we get involved in an old grudge between your country and Argentina?" The Admiral asks, not in an accusing tone, but genuinely curious.

"Perkins. Hank. Borie. Collet. Phoenix." Mallory ticks off the names slowly and one by one. "I'm sure you recognize these names?"

Both the Admiral and Captain's expressions grow dark.

"We have ample proof to indicate that Argentina has a number of British and American shipgirls in their custody. SECRETLY, I might add." Mallory says with a bit of smugness. "If I recall the wording of the Shipgirl Control Treaty correctly, all signatories, of which Argentina is one, are obligated to publicly disclose the discovery of any shipgirl. This, they have clearly not done."

"But what you're advocating is a military strike against a sovereign nation." The Captain frowns. "A sovereign, HUMAN nation. Do you realize the ramifications if this were ever found out?

"Nobody will find out." Mallory shrugs. "Not if we do this correctly. And that's why these fine young women are here, are they not?"

>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.
>I'm not really comfortable about this.
>Other

>>47834114
>>I'm not really comfortable about this.
"umm, don't you MI6 have secret agent to do this kind of job? Bond something?
Or you can find some SAS captain with awesome mustache to take them back."

>>47834114
>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.

>>47834114
>I'm not really comfortable about this.
"We're soldiers, not spies. Unless you intend us to do some literal gunboat diplomacy, I don't see how we'd be of help here."

>>47834114
>>I'm not really comfortable about this.

>>47834114
>I'm not really comfortable about this.
Either find someone else to help the limeys or find another way of doing this cause subtlety reaaaaaally ain't our thang

>>47834114
>I'm not really comfortable about this.

Also, what if they grab Heerman and claim she's supposed to be Almirante Brown?

>>47834114
>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.

>>47834114
>I'm not really comfortable about this.
"We don't want an armed conflict with other countries, ESPECIALLY when the antartic dark zone is so close."

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>>47834114
Hmmmm, well, it's gotten rather late, so we'll continue things next week! Don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!

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>>47834207
Oh, also, I was thinking about running some threads during a couple weekdays next week. If anybody is interested in this, let me know!

>>47834207
Thanks for running Merc.

>>47834114
>>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.

>>If it means Getting some of our girls back I'm Down.

>>47834114
>>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.

Oh those stupid Argentinian. I'm surprise the US is that timid about their response to this.

>>47834114
>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.

Watch us run into a very pissed Belgrano

>>47834114
>>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.

>>47835634
Protip, Phoenix and Belgrano are the same ship.

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>>47834114
Oh wow, we suddenly got a lot of new votes overnight! Is anybody up for a small continuation before Infinite Stars begins?

>>47838844
Sure

>>47838844
Please

>>47834197
in b4 Argentina is mind-controlling all the captured shipgirls thanks to the help of China! and unethical science(tm)

>>47838844
I guess I'm down.

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>>47838972
>>47839034
>>47839268
All right, I think I'll run a short followup session at around 4-5pm PST, just to wrap things up!

>>47839420
Bumping until then!

>>47839420
Another bump

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>>47839420
All right, we'll be resuming in about half an hour!

>>47834114
>>If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down.
I THOUGHT THIS THREAD WAS OVER WHEN I FELL ASLEEP ON MY KEYBOARD

I wonder how far Argentina will go to have their own shipgirls, or even go as far to brainwash. Maybe China is pulling the strings again?

What a better way to warm up to the next step, which is China rolling over Taiwan or the rest of the South China Sea with an enslaved, brainwashed shipgirl fleet?

>humanity's idiocy at work

Wouldnt HMS Venerable also identify as Hr.MS Karel Doorman? She did sail 20 years under that name

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>>47834114
"If it means getting some of our girls back, I'm down." You nod confidently.

"Now hold on." Portland eyes Mallory skeptically. "How can we be so sure these girls are being held against their will, and why do you need US to help you? You've got some of the best special forces in the world, don't you?"

"It's not quite so simple." Mallory sighs. "Despite their limited capabilities, Argentina still keeps a close eye on all British assets in the area. If we redeploy our own shipgirls for this operation, they'll be sure to notice. But you Americans, with your newly revived Monroe Declaration, have been constantly shifting your own assets all over South America, so a movement like this won't attract any undue attention."

"So you just want to keep your hands clean of this." The Captain grunts.

"Well, it's not as if you're not getting anything out of this, either." Mallory shrugs. "If I recall, many of the American shipgirls in their custody are late war destroyer variants. Allen M. Sumner and Gearing classes, who could be very valuable assets in the conflicts to come."

"And you don't want Argentina having their own local shipgirl force." The Admiral gets straight to the point.

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>>47843131
"Well, we do have a history." Mallory admits. "And again, their failure to publicly announce the existence of these girls suggests they have less than legitimate intentions for them."

"I don't like this." The Captain scowls "Doing MI6's wetwork."

"Unfortunately, this has already been approved by the President and the CIA." The Admiral points out. "The British come up with the plan, and we provide the resources."

"And what is this plan, exactly?" Enterprise asks, finally speaking up.

"Simple." Mallory smiles with a hint of smugness. "We managed to narrow down the location of the shipgirls in custody to an Argentinian naval facility. The shipgirls shall provide a distraction by posing as Abyssals and staging an Abyssal raid on the facility. In the confusion, special forces will infiltrate the facility and extract the shipgirls."

>Sounds simple enough.
>Sounds like a lot can go wrong.
>Other

>>47843150
>>Sounds simple enough.

>It never really is

>>47843150
>>Sounds simple enough.

>>47843150
>Sounds like a lot can go wrong.

>>47843150
>>Sounds simple enough.

how bout getting woel involved?

bad idea of baddest idea?

>>47843150
>>Sounds like a lot can go wrong.

Especially if somebody finds out our identities, and then in-coming political shitstorm.

>>47843150
>Sounds simple enough.

>>47843283
Considering that she's a few thousand miles away up north, and on the wrong side of the country.... I don't think she'll be helping out any time soon unless you count intelligence.

>>47843150
>>Other
Let Woel do this, cause you can play mission control like you always wanted too!

>>47843150
>>Sounds like a lot can go wrong.
"We just went on live TV next to the president of the United States, there is no way we could pose as abyssals and not get recognised."

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>>47843150
"Sounds simple enough." You note.

"Not at all." Portland frowns. "How many shipgirls are we involving in this? I can't imagine we'd be bringing all that many in since this is naturally something that's going to be kept quiet."

"Naturally." Mallory nods. "We want to keep this operation as small as possible. Less mouths to talk, after all. Currently, the operation only calls for the involvement of you, Portland, Enterprise, San Francisco, and Hoel."

"Interesting choice." Enterprise nods. "I suppose you need me for my night fighting capability?"

"So far, you're the only carrier shipgirl who has that capability, yes." Mallory nods. "San Francisco is not stranger to these type of operations, and Portland, the Admiral speaks highly of you so I can trust you will exercise the proper discretion."

You can see Portland's serious mask falter a bit at the indirect compliment from the Admiral.

"And me?" You blink.

"Well, you seem to to be the most dependable destroyer we have at the moment." Mallory gives a sly smile. "You've proven capable of keeping a secret when you want to."

>You implying something?
>Why, thank you!
>Other

>>47843532
>You implying something?
Jesus christ how is it that everyone in the intelligence community and their dog seems to know about our half-Lovecraftian sister-clone?

>>47843532
>Why, thank you!

>>47843532
>>You implying something?

>>47843492
>All we need to disguise ourselves as an Abyssal is to wear corpse paint and dress like complete EDGELORDS.

>>47843584
Maybe Woel could be holding back information from us like taking up a secret identity and fighting crime to get a billion dollar superhero franchise?

>>47843532
>OTHER: ignore trumped up islander being haughty about other islanders. Also, what >>47843597 said. WE MUST BECOME THE EDGELORD.

>>47843584
Because shockingly enough, intelligence agencies can share information with each other!

>>47843532
>Why, thank you!

>>47843597
>>47843661

I wouldn't be surprised if someone took a picture of us dressing up as Abyssals and putting it on a Heavy Metal album cover.

Sorta like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LHmkVqYgKo

>>47843532
>You implying something?

>>47843532
>>Why, thank you!
Hugs!

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>>47843532
Well, it looks like we've got a tie!

1. >implying
2. Thanks

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>>47843872
"You implying something?" You raise a suspicious eyebrow at the British spook.

"Oh no, nothing at all!" Mallory chuckles. "I'm just making an innocent observation."

You look at Portland, who matches your gaze. Yeah, neither of you were buying it at all. In the end, Mallory seemed to be the same as Lynch. Different wrapping, but the same package.

"All right, so let's be clear on this." Enterprise butts in to keep things from escalating. "It's just going to be us four, against the entire Argentine Navy?"

"Absolutely unfair for the Argies, I admit." Mallory nods.

Well, under your current numbers, that would just leave three actual frontline combat ships including you, and one support ship in the form of Enterprise...

>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.
>You could probably use a few more shipgirls...
>Other

>>47843960
>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

>>47843960
>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

>>47843960
>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

>>47843960
>>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

So where's the corpse paint, and skimpy jet black clothes?

>>47843960
>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

>>47843960
>>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

>>47843960
Let's have the other girls in a fast reaction force if things go south.

>>47843960
>>>Sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go.

>>47844010
>>47843743
>the abyssals are just wanting to share their death metal music to the world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IzEncyqfgw

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>>47843960
"Heh, sounds like high speed low drag is the way to go." You nod. "So I'm assuming this is a night op?"

"Of course." Mallory nods and turns to the Captain. "I believe you can handle all of the details."

"I can." The Captain nods, still eying Mallory suspiciously. "Obviously, in order to minimize chances of this operation being traced back to us, you all will be made to resemble Abyssals to give the impression that it is an Abyssal raid. In order to achieve this, you'll all be wearing custom outfits and have your Rigs cosmetically modified."

"So, I guess black's going to be our new color?" You ask.

"Among other things, yes." The Captain nods. "Due to the time sensitive nature of this operation, you'll all be moving out tonight. I know it's short notice, but the British government is very insistent this be done as cleanly and quickly as possible."

"Of course." Portland sighs.

"Understood." Enterprise. nods.

"We'll get you the full details later tonight." The Captain sighs. "But for now, just sit tight."

"Good luck, girls." The Admiral adds. "This is not a mission I would have sent you on, but this is the reality of our situation. Please stay safe."

With that, the Admiral's image winks out. Mallory is already gone, and the Captain nods to the remaining shipgirls, indicating you could all go off to your own devices.

>Chat with Enterprise a bit. Catch up on what's going on in the Pacific.
>Hey, wasn't Heerman in the Argie navy...?
>Go see how the new "modifications" are going
>Other

>>47844363
>Hey, wasn't Heerman in the Argie navy...?

>>47844363
>>Hey, wasn't Heerman in the Argie navy...?

>>47844363
>Hey, wasn't Heerman in the Argie navy...?

>Chat with Enterprise a bit. Catch up on what's going on in the Pacific.
We never talk or hang out with any of the older ships.

>>47844363
>>Chat with Enterprise a bit. Catch up on what's going on in the Pacific.

>>47844363
>Go see how the new "modifications" are going

>>47844363
>>Hey, wasn't Heerman in the Argie navy...?
say what

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>>47844363
Wait a minute, wasn't Heerman part of the Argie navy? Maybe she could tell you more about this whole shitshow. You politely excuse yourself from the room and head to your own quarters, where your own sisters were most likely at. Sure enough, Heerman was there, casually watching random DVDs, while Johnston was sleeping in, sprawled across her bed and snoring loudly, with her clothes shamelessly disheveled.

"Yo, Heerman." You ask softly as you enter. "Whatcha doing?"

"Hm?" Heerman pauses the video and turns to you. "Just catching up on some movies the crew keeps talking about. What's up?"

"Um, I just kinda has questions about, um... Argentina."

"Really, now?" Heerman raises and eyebrow. "Quite a coincidence, considering where we're going..."

>She's your sister! Tell her everything.
>She doesn't need to know everything.
>Other

>>47844592
>She's your sister! Tell her everything.

>>47844592
>She's your sister! Tell her everything.

>>47844592
>She's your sister! Tell her everything.

>>47844592
>She doesn't need to know everything.

>>47844592
>>She's your sister! Tell her everything.

>She's your sister! Tell her everything.

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>>47844592
"Ah, well, we're off to rescue a bunch of shipgirls from Argentina." You say, not really sure how to word it diplomatically. "I mean, uh, apparently some American and Brit shipgirls who were given over to Argentina came back over there but... they still identify as their original nationalities... if that makes any kind of sense."

"I... I see." Heerman frowns in concern.

"I mean, you were like them, right? You were part of the Argie navy."

"Yeah." Heerman confirms again. "But... well... I guess I never really thought about which country to identify with."

"Do you even remember making a choice?"

"I.... I don't...." Heerman puts a hand to her forehead. "Sorry, I got a headache thinking of all this..."

>Don't worry, forget I said anything.
>Wait, you remember something from *there*?
>Other

>>47844831
>Don't worry, forget I said anything.

>>47844831
>>Wait, you remember something from *there*?

>>47844831
>Don't worry, forget I said anything.

>>47844831
>>Don't worry, forget I said anything.
>Just know I wuv you sissy.

>>47844831
>Wait you remember something from *there*?

>>47844831
>>Wait, you remember something from *there*?

>>47844831
>>Don't worry, forget I said anything.

>>47844831
Don't worry, forget I said anything.

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>>47844831
"Don't worry, forget I said anything." You put a reassuring hand on your sister's shoulder. "It's gonna be all right."

"Y-yeah." Heerman nods, calming down. "So, you're going to rescue them?"

"Yeah." You nod. "Think they'll be willing to come?"

"If the Argentinians still maintain their fleet the way they did back then... I wouldn't blame them if they wanted to leave." Heerman sighs. "However bad or inefficient you think the USN is at maintenance, Argentina's worse. Much worse."

"Ew." You scrunch your face in disgust.

"Yeah, so, if they want to leave, make sure they do." Heerman says. "I didn't have a choice back then, but they do."

>Roger that.
>It must have been tough, being by yourself...
>Other

>>47845033
>It must have been tough, being by yourself...