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One of them flies on top of the other, sitting on their head and appearing to proclaim something, only to be tackled by the rest of them. On your lap, the fairy in your cockpit gets into a boxing stance, throwing punches as your feed continues to broadcast the tiny melee. ‘I… I’m sorry, but it doesn’t make sense.’

‘What’re they saying, Takao?’ You beckon for her to continue, although she couldn’t exactly see you. ‘Can you ask the – ?’

‘They’re not saying much, but whatever is in here…’ Takao raises the container – you still can’t see a thing – and holds it closer to Houshou for her to have a look. ‘It apparently has something to do with their Alchemy.’

‘The fairies are saying that they engineered this?’ You blink, confused. Why wouldn’t they have shared it with you – with humanity – if it was indeed capable of doing such a thing as killing a Princess? ‘They have warehouses of this stuff or something? If it can turn the tide – !’

‘I don’t think any of the fairies could do this.’ Houshou takes the container gingerly out of Takao’s hand – you can see it better now; there’s what looks like a small twig of red inside of it… and it pulsed an eerie, dim red. ‘This… it’s just so… bleak.’ She shows it to the fairies, who make disgusted faces and recoil mid-air, getting into a fight again. ‘But… if what you say is right, then… I don’t even know what to make of this.’

‘Takao, can you ask them if they know just what it is?’

‘It’s… apparently it’s a Synthesis Compound… like our gear, but…’ Takao shakes her head, looking to the fairies again, frowning. ‘Whatever this is… it’s apparently not something that any – and by any I mean any and all fairies – would willingly make widespread or with an over-the-counter smile. This is something.’

You frown. As far as you know, Fairy Alchemy had always been used to re-create, upgrade and materialize KanMusu gear. Every KanMusu’s grounding point is able to call upon weaponry that they had been attuned to as a spirits, from memories or otherwise… but for them to actually have weaponry capable of such…

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts away.

‘We’ll take it to the Admiral.’ You say with a finality – it was eking into the wee hours of the morning and you wanted rest, as did probably the whole Squadron. ‘Whatever it is, he’ll probably know what we should do next. No one mention this to anyone until I talk with him.’

‘Keeping secrets from us, sir?’ Houshou questions, a little defensively.

‘No. I just want to know what we’re dealing with here.’

The fairy in your lap does a happy uppercut.

>Skip Mission Log
>Access Mission Log

>>272320
>Access Mission Log

>>272320
>>Access Mission Log

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YOKOSUKA BASE OPERATIONS OFFICIAL STATEMENT

1ST OPERATIONS DIVISION

DATED: XX/XX/XX

Reconnaissance of GRID DC-27-BAT was made as per orders. Employed usage of T-65 Oceanic Reconnaissance Battlegear as per optional testing instructions prior to launch. Field test was conducted as secondary objective. Team composition was made of Houshou (CVL), Takao (CA), Tenryuu (CL), Samidare (DD). Houshou served as Squadron Leader for the Operation.

The grid is highly dense of threats. There are at least two Heavy Cruiser Squadrons, a Battleship-led Assault Squadron. The Command Unit within the area is an Oni of unknown designation. Current activities seem to be probing the borders with a probably offensive in the meantime. Suggestion is to shore up extensive defenses in order to protect sovereignty against threat.

T-65 Oceanic Reonnnaissance Battlegear is tested and performed as follow: exceptional stealth capabilities enough to deceive a Ru-Class’s Sensors and Visuals as well as confuse an Oni’s to an extent. Oni was still able to track communications channels via RAY. Tenryuu’s ORB however, malfunctioned sometime through the mission as the cloaking drive apparently overloaded from the scanning of the Oni. Houshou’s ORB reported malfunctions in Drones 02 and 03 in subsequent launch of planes after initial use.

No casualties or significant damage sustained by Squadron.

-1ST OPERATIONS DIVISION COMMANDER (YOKOSUKA)

LOG ENDS

>Attempt communique with Admiral
>Talk to Division Squadron
>Return to Base

>>272336
>>Return to Base

>>272336
>Return to Base

Also, we should learn to speak fairy, if that's possible for humans.

>>272336
>Return to Base

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It’s almost dawn when you see the welcome blip of Yokosuka on the RAY’s sensors. You bring up the docking protocol window, alerting Yuubari to the arrival of the RAY. On your visual you see and pass one of the marker buoys, Yokosuka – and its Admiralty’s – bright lights waiting for your arrival. Almost in a relaxed manner, you pull up some of the visuals, tapping on some of them to give a better view of the makeshift base.

You ease on the throttle as you get closer – you didn’t want to smash in the doors at full stern.

Bright as it is, you don’t see many personnel members around anymore – on the waters, several boats with personnel hail the ones sitting on the dock, presumably back from some sort of maintenance. As you reach the dock, your visuals see them wave at you, holding aloft lanterns – a small sort of Hero’s Welcome.

You have to admit, despite the circumstances, it did feel a lot more satisfying to come back with a – sort of – win.

The bay doors open and you see your black drone cockpit perched on the upper level, the pylons and the cables dropping to bring the RAY in carefully – no sense on making Yuubari angry all over again, either. You carefully bring the RAY towards the lock, turning off the auxiliaries as you do so. The satisfying bump of the craft hooking onto the docks proper, bringing it to a rest. You begin flicking off the systems as the bay doors open, your crew walking out, this time… with triumph.

WELCOME BACK, COMMANDER

You open the cockpit door, the fairy on your lap flying out with you and resting on the railing. You watch as the KanMusu – your Squadron – pile out in varying states of dress to a mess of human personnel and fairies, ushering them towards the chamber to the side of the construct. Despite the questions on your mind, you can’t help but smile as you see all four of them, ruffled but alive and unharmed – although Tenryuu might argue otherwise – onto solid ground. Samidare tumbles onto one of the personnel, who call her out very loudly for being heavier than she looked.

‘This is good, isn’t it?’ A familiar voice sounds next to you; you turn around.

‘Vice-Admiral.’ You tiredly give a salute; the man gives one back and puts a hand on your shoulder, chuckling as your Squadron finally disappears into the chamber below amid the din of activity. ‘Yeah, it does.’ You frown. ‘What’re you doing up so late – so early, I mean?’

‘Admiral’s calling a meeting for all of us.’ He nods, looking out to the closing doors. ‘Said it was urgent… not like I could sleep anyway,’ he chuckles, hands steady on the railings, eyes on the RAY below, ‘not with you guys out there.’

‘Worried I couldn’t cut it this time either?’ You grimace.

He doesn't reply. He does give you a friendly shove, though.

>See Admiral
>Request to see Squadron

>>272408
>Request to see Squadron

We need to get that sample from Takao before we meet the Admiral.

>>272408
>>See Admiral

>>272408
>Request to see Squadron
We can check up on them personally as well as getting the sample to bring to the admiral.

>>272408
>>Request to see Squadron

>>272408
>See Admiral

Let's not keep him waiting. Just send for Houshou to bring the sample.

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‘Sir, I’d like to see my Squadron first, sir.’ You bring yourself to attention, giving a salute. ‘There’s a few things I’d like to discuss with them before I see the Admiral.’

‘I figured you’d say something like that.’ The Vice-Admiral sighs heavily, dusting himself off as he pushes up from the railing. He frowns for a while, in thought, before sparing his glance to the entrance to the chambers below, where two members of personnel were stationed outside. ‘Take your time, Commander.’

There’s a sinister hint to his voice as he turns around, walking towards the exit, but you pay it no mind. There’s no doubt for you that he merely has his thoughts in the gutter again when it came to you and the your Squadron and you wouldn’t indulge his humor. You give him your thanks, to which he raises a hand, back turned to you, and you make your way down the uneven stairs.

Walking to the double doors, rather carefully, given the slippery nature of the lower floor, you find yourself face-to-face with two MPs. They give you a look – and recognizing your tags, gesture to you to head on inside. The interior is strange – it’s a full cement corridor with an MP at the end – it doesn’t look well lit, nor does it look well-painted. It looks like an ad-hoc job all by itself and not well-maintained at all. The floor is wet and slippery; the walls are lined with crates, cables and the like. Although it is rather large, it’s not very long. Twin fans blow for ventilation but it smells like cigarettes and fish regardless.

Keeping your balance, you walk up to the end of the corridor – it isn’t easy, since there’s water everywhere, and up to the MP seated on a folding chair, reading some sort of book with a middle finger as its cover.

Quickly noticing you, he stands to attention, giving a salute.

‘Sir!’ He salutes stiffly, dropping his book onto the wet floor. It’s about a fifth submerged in a puddle, much to his dismay. ‘Aw, come on, I just got to the good part! Bad luck’s on my name today…’

You drop to your knees, grimacing as you pick it up and hand it back to him.

‘Thanks, sir… buncha good that’ll do, anyway…’ He sighs, looking right at you – you’re about the same height. ‘You here to see your Squadron? Go right ahead.’

He bangs on the door, giving you a look of patience; another MP looks through the small window by the door, and upon seeing you, opens it from the other side. You nod him a thanks and enter, the MP who opened the door, upon a glance back, cursing at the other for apparently ruining the book that the other MP had been reading. From their conversation, it may have very much been his.

You bump into someone as you turn back to the front, seeing several of the personnel, men and women, walking in the opposite direction in a crowd.

TBC

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You apologize, and so does he, gathering himself as you shuffle your way through the bunch of them. For a space so large, it seemed rather narrow. On your left and right you notice large cables heading upward – onto the surface, and as the crowd dispersed, you see another door at the end, where three personnel stood, clad in orange hazmat suits, holding what looked like hoses in their hands.

They pay you no heed, picking up small, bright boxes as you make your way to the door, and – !

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t go in – !’ One of them, a little shorter than you, comes up, saying in a feminine voice – it was a woman – and putting a hand on your chest, pushing you away from the door.

‘Excuse me?’

‘That’s the Commander, you dolt!’ Another member of the personnel walks up to the both of you, smacking the woman at the back of her head, gesturing to you

‘I know he’s the Commander, you nincompoop!’ The woman smacks the man back, raising a fist at him; he responds by poking her with the hose in his hands and gesturing to the door.

‘Then why’d you stop him, you moron?’ The third one, a little younger with a higher voice – a young man, you reckon – raises his arms at the woman, who raises her hand at him in another threat of violence.

‘Excuse me.’ You interrupt, a little annoyed. ‘I’d like to see my Squadron, please.’

‘Um… ya sure?’ The youngest-sounding of the three sounds, almost in surprise.

‘Of course he’s sure. He’s the Commander, you ninny!’

‘I know he’s the Commander!’ The third one snaps back, gesturing to you with a raised finger, and then to one of the bright boxes. ‘But he’s wearing pants and shoes, you poopdeck!’

‘Oh, yeah.’ The woman sounds… only to be bopped at the back of the head by the largest of the trio.

She grabs one of the boxes, glaring through the visor and presenting it to you. You cross your arms, unamused.

‘Sir, we’re going to have to confiscate your pants and shoes and anything… you know what, just to be safe, just take it all off and we’ll hose you d – !’

‘Excuse me?!’ You balk at the request; she doesn’t budge.

‘Things’re sensitive in there.’ The larger man makes a motion with his hands – you frown at him in return. ‘Your clothes might trigger something.’

‘Trigger what?’

‘Stuff.’ He answers almost haughtily, crossing his arms at you. ‘Look, we’re in a rush, sir, and before you pull rank on us, this is very scientific stuff we’re doing. So either get in your birthday suit or you’ll have to wait an hour and half – !’

‘At least.’ The woman chirps, raising a finger, as though inspired.

‘At least an hour and a half until you can see your KanMusu.’

She presents the orange box.

>Reluctantly strip
>‘I have a meeting anyway.’ (Leave for the Command Tent)

>>272474
>‘I have a meeting anyway.’ (Leave for the Command Tent)

Us being naked around Houshou will lead to things that shouldn't happen in public.

>>272474
>‘I have a meeting anyway.’ (Leave for the Command Tent)
two thing:
1 these guys are fun, i like'm
2 i absolutely belive that that weird piece might react to our shoes, or pants, or humans in general

>>272474

>‘I have a meeting anyway.’ (Leave for the Command Tent)

>>272474
>>Reluctantly strip
where we are going, we dont need clothes

>>272474
>Birthday suit it is then!

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‘I have a meeting, anyway.’ You raise your arms, exasperated, before crisply adding. ‘Good luck with that.’

You turn on your heel back to the other side of the door, where the MP opens the door for you, nodding. Unfortunately, in doing so, he knocked the book his friend had been reading into the puddle once more – the both of them proceeded to break into an argument, to which you left them to, cursing about taking care of the possessions of another and how sometimes things are just not one’s fault but due to the circumstances of the situation. You open the double doors into the dock outside, giving the MPs a casual salute.

You make your way up the uneven stairs, tired and annoyed, and out into the early morning air. Dawn must have been just around the corner, but you couldn’t care less about the time. You make your way past the boxes – they looked newly-placed and haphazardly so – and shimmy past a few, admittedly, rather tired graveyard-shift personnel right into the Command Tent, which was empty save for probably half a dozen people, which included the Admiral and the Vice-Admiral.

‘Commander.’ The Admiral gives you a tired smile; apparently the shift didn’t agree with him either, if the tired rings under his eyes are any indication. ‘Congratulations on your first successful Op.’ He chuckles, raising a hand with a cup – even from this distance, you can tell that it’s fizz. ‘If you want to have a bite, I got a few – Mamiya’s got a new chef; he’s no Gaston, but he can work the dough well enough for something that isn’t gruel.’ He gestures to the table. ‘Have one – on Mamiya.’

You look at the table to see two boxes of what looked like home-made doughnuts, and while they didn’t seem fresh and had a messy look to them, you couldn’t help but be impressed that the Admiral had been able to sneak something that wasn’t gruel over for a midnight – early-morning – snack.

‘Something you did must have put her in a good mood.’ He chuckles, gesturing for you to take one, which you do. ‘She had three batches made as soon as you started your mission. They won’t kill you.’

‘Thanks, sir.’ You take a bite – it’s not gourmet, but you can’t complain. You hadn’t had a thing since you left the MASH in the morning. You take another bite, before getting to the root of the matter. ‘Is this a debriefing about my mission, sir?’

‘I have your recon data.’ The Admiral sets down his cup, grimacing. ‘I’ve sent a communique to the Admiralty about the Oni sighting; I won’t lie to you and say they’ll handle it, but they will keep a closer eye on our borders.’ He sighs, taking a gulp of the fizz. ‘It’s all about they can do.’

The Vice-Admiral takes a sip of his own cup, frowning.

‘What I do want to know is about that little errand I sent you on.’

The Vice-Admiral sets his cup down.

>About the Princess
>The findings
>Your suspicions

>>272588
>About the Princess

>>272588
>About the Princess
the million dollar question, who killed it? and that weird tech KEEPING her dead

>>272588
Assuming "findings" entail the sample and not just a general description of how it looked, in order.
>About the princess

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‘You actually did it.’ The Vice-Admiral crosses his arms, leaning against the hologram projector, his lips curling into a smirk. ‘I’m impressed, Commander.’

You nod to the Admiral, motioning towards the apparatus. You didn’t know how it worked, exactly, but you think that using the grid prompt would help your case better. You enlarge it, pointing to the blinking grid.

‘After the completion of Operation Happy Tuesday, my team went dark and off to inspect the sensor quakes that you said occurred, Vice-Admiral; Admiral.’ You bite your lip, feeling your breath grow heavier by the second. ‘What we found, though… I don’t think anyone would’ve suspected.’ ‘I have recordings of it, but I’m not sure if I’m able to push a direct feed to – !’

‘Yuubari will take care of that.’ The Admiral cuts you off, though not rudely. ‘She’s meeting with your team now; she’ll have those recordings on my desk by sunrise – don’t worry about that and just tell us, in your words, to the Vice-Admiral and to me…’ He stiffens, going on, ‘just what you saw.’

You look around, nervous. The Admiral gestures at you to continue, and you do.

‘We found a dead Princess.’ You can hardly believe the words coming from your throat, even after all that. ‘We found a Princess’s corpse. At the bottom of the archipelago in the shallows of those coordinates you set – exactly where the sensor quakes occurred.’

‘All right, where’re the cameras?’ The Vice-Admiral smirks, almost cruelly – there is an ire in his eyes you had never seen before – not even during your scuffle. He bares his fangs, snarling at the both of you. ‘Come on, I know you both are in on this, so I’m not going to – !’

‘Vice-Admiral.’ The Admiral stares him down; he lets out a shallow breath.

There’s about five minutes of silence. The Vice-Admiral shuffles in his place, seemingly reluctant to believe either of you.

‘There might be some truth to those stories now.’ He concedes tiredly.

‘I don’t think this is her, sir. I really don’t think so.’ You shake your head. ‘Her death’s fresh. There’s no way she’s the one who was in the rumors. You said yourself – that there was a sensor quake, five days back, two days back… and before that the region didn’t have any, right?’

‘Not at all. I wouldn’t have sent you otherwise.’

‘You really saw a dead Princess?’ The Vice-Admiral interjects. ‘At the bottom of the shallows at here?’

He points to the grid.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘How dead was she?’ He looks at you curiously. ‘I mean, how… how much damage was there on the body?’

‘Enough to have her guts spilling out and her face ripped of…’ You make a face at the memory. ‘but… I don’t think any of us pulled it off, sir – not on our side.’

They look at you incredulously.

>The findings
>Your suspicions

>>272619
>findings
there was a oni on the ops site and a awfully strong fleet near the princess body

>>272619
>Your suspicions

>>272619
>Your suspicions

>>272619
>The findings

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‘Sir, whoever did this… I don’t think it’s one of our girls.’ You offer, spreading your hands out as if to emphasize your point. You try to recall something that you could use.‘Houshou herself said that killing a Princess, is…’

‘Impossible, given the current circumstances.’ The Vice-Admiral says grimly, as if disgusted by his own admission. ‘I’ve been in three Campaigns to re-direct a Princess. They’ve always resulted in the Princess at least reaching one coast town or village.’ He snarls, but not to either of you – it’s more to himself, you believe. ‘It’s insane to even think about it when it’s a struggle to bring her just back out to sea.’ ‘I can only think of five, maybe six KanMusu that can even keep up with one, and that’s if they got the buzzards off their backs.’ He sighs, crossing his arms and leaning on the apparatus. ‘I’ve seen too many failures to even hope for it.’

‘The fairies think that they might have something to do with it.’ You admit.

The Admiral, who is in the midst of lightning a pipe, drops it onto the table. The Vice-Admiral narrows his eyes in curiosity, biting his lip – he’s deep in thought, just as the Admiral was in surprise. You admit that the theory you just put forward is just as far-fetched as the fact of a dead Princess.

‘Think?’ The Admiral finally says, turning his gaze to you.

‘It’s anorexic, sir, but… would there be any rogue KanMusu be running around, anywhere?’ It’s a stupid theory, but you try it anyway. ‘Just covering my bases here.’

‘Impossible.’ He declares. ‘Like I said, all KanMusu, MIA, KIA, Active and Retired are all put on register once their summon is complete. A complete record is available on request to the Admiralty. Not to mention the gear – a rogue, if any, wouldn’t be able to pull this off… even with what we have. She’d have no supply chain for those two occurrences.’

‘What about human weaponry?’ The Vice-Admiral offers.

‘We tried that before.’ The Admiral rubs his temples. ‘Not our proudest moment.’

‘You’re saying that you suspected fairy magic is involved in this?’ The Vice-Admiral asks again.

‘Fairy alchemy.’ You correct him, feeling doubt creep yourself. ‘Takao… Takao said that that’s what they said. Apparently the fairies were talking – and they were angry about how… about what it was that killed the Princess.’

‘Think the fairies are holding back on us?’ the Vice-Admiral muses, turning to the Admiral, chuckling mirthlessly.

‘I don’t think that what they have on offer there is anything we’d want in our hand on… they… they were repulsed buy it, really.’ You admit again, remembering the fiery argument amongst your fairy crew.

The two men say nothing, dropping into their thoughts.

‘Repulsed?’

>The findings
>Write-In
>‘That’s all I have to go on, sir.’ (End Meeting)

>>272660
>findings
there IS the posiblility of that she was killed by abyssals she was "eaten alive"

>>272660
>The findings

I hope the fairies don't try to relieve us of our sample before we can get it to the Admiral.

>>272660
>>The findings

>>272660
>The findings

>>272660
>The findings

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‘Actually… we managed to snag something from the corpse before we left the archipelago.’ You reluctantly answer, a little embarrassed you didn’t put it on the table at the start of the meeting; the Vice-Admiral looks at you with an unamused stare, as does the Admiral. You turn a little red, scratching your cheek at the unspoken insinuation. ‘It’s not much, but… it’s something.’

Something was right about that thing. You don’t even know what to call it.

‘What did you get?’ The Vice-Admiral crosses his arms, looking at your one lone eye.

‘It’s with Takao right now. I’ll tell her to pass it on to you after, but… all I can say about it is that it’s something the fairies don’t like; not one bit.’ You rub your shoulder, feeling every inch uncomfortable. ‘That, and it’s apparently a Synthesized Compound from Fairy Alchemy.’

‘I think we already established that with your hypothesis.’ The Admiral says, a little impatiently. ‘What did you find?’

‘I don’t know.’ You really don’t. ‘It’s… it’s light I think, like, light. It should be goo or some kind of liquid but when Takao scraped it from the wound, it just…’ You let out a sigh, racking your brain to best describe just what Takao had brought back. ‘I can’t describe it. It looks all sorts of wrong, like the Princess. It looks like… it reminds of a corrosive agent, if you know what I’m getting at, but it’s like a crystal or some kind of lightbulb without a bulb and…’ You let out a sigh, finding their pitied gazes upon you. ‘I’m sorry, I just…’ You rub your temples, chuckling. ‘Figures it’d take something all mind-blowing to take down something like that, huh?’

‘That’s the best you can describe it?’ There’s no condescending tone; the Vice-Admiral only wants assurance from you now.

‘It’s light some kind of light that just… ate away at the Princess, Takao and Houshou think it’s what’s keeping her dead, too.’ It hurts just thinking about it. ‘I… I can’t say for sure, sorry.’

You look to the both of them with your one good eye.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll see what’s there; It’s like she was eaten alive.’

You can feel it, the hear it. She was reaching out for mercy, for life…

‘She suffered.’ You let out, tired. ‘It wasn’t a clean death.’

‘Anything else we got?’

‘Nothing else on my end, sir, sorry.’ You look up. ‘I wish I could be of better use, but… the recordings should explain things better.’

‘All right, kid.’ The Admiral smiles at you. ‘Get some rest. Let the pencil pushers take care of things from here.’

‘Sir.’ You get to your feet and salute.

‘You got a few days R&R, son, you and your team. Put some good use to it.’ He then frowns. ‘Do you want an escort back?’

>‘Sure.’
>‘No, thanks.’
>Wait for Squadron

>>273102
>Wait for Squadron

>>273102
>Wait for Squadron

>>273102
>Wait for Squadron

>>273102
>>Wait for Squadron

Daily reminder that Ru flagship kai is Princess-class lite.

>>273102
>Wait for Squadron

>>273196
my gut says that that was a special dispach fleet was on a similar investigation mission

i really cant make heads or tails out this

>>273213
The way I see it we got a couple options

A: Civil war
B: We were mistaken in our understanding that they were one force in the first place (AKA its princess Vs princess Vs Human)
C:Fucking Wesker
D:Shipgirl diseases.

>>273276
>>273213
If its A or B, they were likely remnants of the battle or scouts checking to make sure its dead, or prevent anyone from getting it back up.
If its C, they might be looking for whatever the fuck we just did. and if its D it coulda it could have been the honor guard so to speak

>>273281
i lean into factions, the injures match a few abyssals princesess and onis i know

i wouldnt discount COMPLETE OCEANIC SATURATION though

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‘I think I’d rather wait for my team, sir.’ You answer finally.

The Admiral raises an eyebrow at you; the Vice-Admiral crosses his arms, smirking and shaking his head. He pulls back a sleeve, revealing a watch and giving it a quick glance, before pressing a button on the apparatus, fully turning it off. The blue lights on the side that indicated power are now nowhere to be seen – around you, you see a few Personnel exiting the Command Tent.

‘They’ll be a while.’ The Admiral puts his hands behind his back, taking a puff of his pipe, before turning back to you, his expression neutral. ‘They’re being treated by Yuubari and the rest of the crew now – by the looks of things none of them are injured too badly, or at all, but detuning them to their gear is going to take a while – especially if it’s the first time. You sure you want to wait that long? Might take more than an hour.’

You don’t budge, giving a nod to the Admiral and the Vice-Admiral, who raises himself with a stretch and a groan, bidding the both of you a good night with a salute, which you return rather tiredly.

‘Good job, Commander.’ The Vice-Admiral says with a respectful salute..

‘Thank you, sir.’ You raise your hand to your salute, nodding in acknowledgment for good measure.

He’s out the partition with a large yawn, probably heading to his own quarters… or for a drink or a fight – you couldn’t tell with the man, sometimes. The Admiral approaches you, giving you a resigned look, shaking his head.

‘I’m not particular, but if you’re so insistent on waiting for them, be my guest. I’ll send personnel to tell them that you’re up here.’ He says, the fatigue of the shift taking its toll on him, too – you almost feel a little sorry for the Admiral for putting up with the hours, but no sooner than you have that thought, he’s back up to stance, giving you a curt nod. ‘Take a power nap or something; dawn’s just around the corner.’ He gives his watch another glance, chuckling. ‘It’s almost 0400.’

‘Thanks, sir.’ You give your best smile and salute, he shakes his head with a small laugh, patting you on the shoulder and walking past you.

‘I’ll be seeing you later when I’ve gone over the recordings.’ He lets out a sigh, nodding at you and ‘Take care of yourself till then, Commander.’

‘Will do, sir.’ You call out, snapping to attention.

‘You can use Nagato’s office to take a nap.’ He stops in his tracks as he approaches the section’s exit, looking thoughtful as he turns to you. ‘I’m sure she won’t mind.’

You take a seat for the first few minutes of his leave, before deciding to heed his advice and wait in Nagato’s office. At least it had a chair.

You enter it, taking Nagato's seat and letting out a groan of relief.

It was strangely... comfortable.

>Stay Awake? (Roll a 1d6 each)
>Doze Off

>>273305
>>Doze Off

>>273305
>doze off
WHAT COULD GO WRONG

>>273296
Just because my friend is triggered by wesker, im leaning a bit towards wesker making his own damn princess, but i guess we will find out.

>>273305
>>Doze Off

>>273305
>Doze Off

>>273305
>>Stay Awake? (Roll a 1d6 each)
>>273314
YOU FOOL, EVERYTHING CAN GO WRONG. if we stay awake

>>273305
>Doze Off
Rather sleep now than passing out later.

>>273322
you forgot to roll anon

>>273322
Also nice dub dubs

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>273305
>Stay Awake? (Roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>273322
>>273327
>>273330
I had the darn thing set to auto post when i noticed that. Guess it decided not to do its job

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You decide that it wouldn’t do any harm to take a small nap. Especially that now you’re off the pills and that it was almost dawn and that you’re in your Sub-Commander’s office… it somehow felt right. You put your head on the table, yawning as you prop your arms – you wince as your patched eye hits metal and curse for a bit, reaching for a stack of Nagato’s paperwork and propping it against your head to use as a makeshift cushion. It’s hard and not at all comfortable, but you honestly don’t care.

You slowly doze off, snorting the scent of ink. Your team could pick you up later.

Hey.

‘Go away.’ You groan, raising your prosthetic to slap away the annoyance. ‘Tired. Bother me later.’

Hey.

You open an eye to see your sister, pushing against you to wake up. You glare at her, smacking her hand away. She puts her hands on her hips, huffing at you. You ignore her, pulling the blanket over your person. You didn’t have work until 9 o’clock anyway. Your boss would understand – he was the kind that did, at these kind of things, anyway. She calls you out again, roughly shaking at you with her large hands. You look to your sister, and her white hair, dancing in the morning light. She’s a beauty – no wonder guys crawled over glass for her.

Late. Rush.

‘I swear to God, Nee-san, you’re worse than an alarm clock. You don’t have a snooze button.’ You groan, rubbing your eyes. You put your hand on your belly, feeling hungrier than ever before – you don’t even know why, maybe because you’d spent the last night pulling an all-nighter, but… but you’re hungry right now. ‘What did you make for breakfast?’

She tilts her head, almost cutely. She seems glad that you’re finally up. You clutch your head, and she worriedly rushes to you, patting your back.

Lose weight. Fat.

‘You don’t get to say that to me.’ You roll your eyes, getting out of bed. ‘I’m off on my own time; did you… did you make… banana burritos?’

She actually looks bashful at your enthusiasm, but you’re not one to turn down good burritos. You rush out of your room and out onto the, admittedly, rather messy state of yours and your sister’s apartment. You kick a bucket to one side, painfully clutching your foot as you realize that you’d just spilled over a pail of water.

Your blood runs cold as you watch the dirty water spill across the floor, biting your lip. You’d promised her that you’d catch up with your chores when you’d have your work settled; she’d tended to the apartment as best as she could by herself… without you for the last two weeks.

She walks out of your room, dusting herself off and walking past you, nonchalantly picking up the pail and cloth, giving you a look of apology.

Mistake. Will put away.

>Apologize
>Get breakfast

>>273380
what
>apologize

>>273380
>>Apologize

>>273380
>>Apologize
ITS IN OUR HEAD!!!!
Also did we have any family before we came to the base? If we do we should probably let them know we're alive.

>>273380
>>Apologize

>>273380
>Apologize

>>273380
>Apologize
Okay then...

So anyone think buckets/fairy tears that's been tweaked in some way is what's keeping the Princess dead?

>>273380
So the Princess wants a big brother...

>>273437
You mean little brother?

>>273428
could be,it IS fairy tech/alchemy

>>273437
well, hoppo is gone, mayve just wants a family, even its just scraps? (thats us)

>>273443
Little in every sense of the word, considering how big Seaport Nee-san is supposed to be.

>>273453
well she is the great busty fortress

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>>273461
In a force full of abominations, she is quite the beauty

>>273380
>>Apologize

>>273461
>>273473
BOYS I KNOW IVE SAID I WANT ALL OF OUR SHIPGIRLS.BUT THIS. THIS IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED. WE NEED TO BRING IT HOME.

>>273525
tecnicaly we can?, i not sure it is a good idea, or even we can pull it off
seaport is tecnicaly dead, the crap we recobered keep her from regenerating
if we recover her and remobe that we could revive her, problem is shes abyss the dont like humies, and im not sure if reviveing her will make fer happy enough to not level the town

it IS a lightyear distance shot, but...

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‘I’m sorry, Nee-san.’ You rub the back of your neck, biting your lip – you only feel guiltier as she bends over to pick up the pail, rubbing your temples and looking away. ‘I know I promised to help you. I’ve just been busy.’ It’s a weak excuse, but it’s the only one you apparently have.

Sister understands. Overtime.

‘Come on, let’s have breakfast.’ You grab her hand, hoping to make amends for your horrible attitude to her; she tries to struggle against your grip, but it’s almost useless against your strength, despite her height advantage. ‘I’m not taking no for an answer.’

Have eaten. Toast.

‘Look, how many times do we have to go over this?’ You snarl, before cursing and taking a more caring tone, a little nervous. ‘You’re my sister. Not my handmaid or whatever you call it. Just… just accept the apology, okay?’ You drag her, but she doesn’t budge. You pull her again. ‘Nee-san?’

She pulls you into a hug, and you scowl at being man-handled at this age. Never mind that she’s twice your size.

Glad. Still fat.

‘I’m not fat.’ You roll your eyes, pushing her away. ‘I just… I just gained a little weight.’

Fat. Diet.

‘You? You’ll fold by day three.’ You smirk at her pout, but she does look more insistent than her previous attempts to be rid of your saggy belly – maybe you’d give her a week this time.

Not.

A loud bang at the door gets your attention.

‘WHO IS IT?’ You call out, a little more annoyed.

‘Building Management!’ An apologetic voice calls back; you knew the owner – you rub your temples as you make your way to the entrance, shuffling on some slippers. ‘I just need to check on a few things! I said I’d be here last night but I forgot!’

‘COMING!’ You yell out. You mutter. ‘We pay our rent on time. Does she give us the five star service? No, she insists on pulling the B – !’

Rude.

You give your sister a look as you open the door, revealing disheveled raven-haired woman you knew to be the front office worker of the lot. She barges in, without so much as an apology, setting herself on the couch immediately.

And your sister called you rude.

‘Hi, I’m sorry!’ She blitzes her words. ‘I’d just like to take a moment of your time. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you’re all right with that?’ She’s like a hamster on… something. ‘Is this a bad time?’

‘You’re on my couch.’ You glare at her – she does look apologetic, though. You sit down on the other side, rubbing your temples. ‘Let’s get this over with. What do you need to know?’

Her face is doll-like, cheerful and pale.

Everything.

Your sister puts her hands on your shoulder, giggling. Everyone’s a comedian these days.

>Write-In: Answer the Question

>>273543
Surely she would listen to the request of her little brother, right?

>>273553
Well my three sizes are.....
Wait something's wrong

>>273553
this is completly out my depth
think boys, this is important

OOC: Don't you guys just love me for these little things?

>>273553
wait is this like the abyssal stream?

>>273577
I hate you. So much. I wanted an abyssal waifu.

>>273577
yes i do

>>273553
>"Everything, huh? You'll need to elaborate."

>>273578
No. They are in ours. Remember? Oni fucked with us a bit. Sadly, they are probably probing us for information. Speaking of which, if we play this right we can get some serious info. Lets take our time and think up a plan. Start brainstorming boys.

>>273572
Ok, so it seems like the Ru getting into our head left enough of a residual link to I guess allows her access into our mind. Not sure how Seaport-nee got here, unless she somehow planted herself into our mind when we found her body.

>>273601
Question is how do we play this. Do we want to go full "i see what you are up to" pretend to fall for it, or do we actually try to talk. As in maybe these things can be reasoned with. We are getting the first chance ever (i think, MECH correct me if im wrong here) to talk with an abyssal.

I think we can avoid answering a lot of questions if we used the excuse of we're running behind as Nee-San was telling us when she woke us up. Just don't have the time.

>>273553
"So /what/ exactly is going on here?"

MECH how cognizant are we? Are we full on dream boss? Do we realize whats going on yet?
Since what >>273620 said would be best if we arent cognizant since we wont see anything wrong.

>>273620
>>273637
That's up to you to write-in. I'm just the script doctor.

Choose, Questers.

>>273656
In that case, we need to assume full control of the dream and turn the tables on these fools.

>>273656
Ask about the Princess and/or abyssals

>>273566
Tell them this. They haven't done anything hostile yet, so we can just mess around.

>>273656
OH BABY. NOW I LOVE YOU. HAVE MY KIDS?
>>273684
How about this, we open up with a joke like that, then we say something like "Im fine with just having a bit of fun, but sis really shouldnt swim anymore, she could drown after all" Implying that we know whats going on by hinting to her death, but still remaining semi friendly. We would prefer to get an abyssal waifu if possible, after all

>>273566
>>273684
Something like this yeah, start with telling a bit dating-like information about yourself, then get offtrack and tell about cooking (or something) and then realise they are listening intently to cooking, something is wrong.

>>273696
i dont thrust any non princess/oni level abyssal any importatn info, shes gotta be controlled or some shit

man, im out of depth with this interogation crap

>>273553
Alright, let's not be openly hostile if we can help it. Be friendly to with our "sis" and "building manager". We should only give out something of no real value, while also saying our time is limited. At the same time, we need to waste time by perhaps asking questions in return (nothing blatant about them being abyssals in our dream).

>>273718
Well, we have a princess on our shoulder. Thats the main target. Right now im pushing for more of a negotiation. Thinking they might believe WE made that shit thats keeping her down. It seems like the rest of us want to play more passive, while i was doing a more aggressive approach. I think theirs is safer, but we could miss out on more info. Lets keep it friendly, but if they start pressing us we should make our move.

>>273737
I'm worried that if we get aggressive they'll hit us with a psychic whammy. Much better to try and play cautiously.

>>273746
all right cautiously, yeah,im with that
what do we wanna tackle first, i say something simple, how are you, what are you up to, all that crap

man im getting tense

>>273746
PUT YOUR WARFACE ON BOY! WE WONT GET BEAT BY SOME PSYCHIC MUMBO JUMBO!
WE WILL GO SOVIET RUSSIA ON THEM, HIT THEM WITH WHAMMY!

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Your sister’s large fingers dig into your shoulder – it’s painful, it keeps you in place. You bite your lip. Had you done something wrong? She’d never been angry with you before; at least never this angry. From the looks of things, the… the Building Manager, she… yes… you… there was a meeting. She’d forgotten to come yesterday and you’d forgotten about it at all after. Unfortunate; expected… but yes, there is something that you had to say. Something she had wanted to see you about.

‘Building manager, I… I’m sorry, but I… um…’ You stutter – she smiles kindly in return; your sister releases her strong grip on your shoulder, easing off; you bite your lip. You had to be direct. ‘I’m sorry to say, but you’re too old for me.’

What.

You rub your temples, feeling something coming on. This wasn’t easy, but… you had to say something. It had to end now. All of it.

‘Look, I know, okay.’ You sigh, putting on the airs, annoyed. She had to know this was bound to happen. ‘You’re the one that’s been stealing my underwear. I… I know you have a fa/tg/uy fetish, but this has to stop.’ You get up from your seat, sending her your best threatening glare. ‘Or I’ll call the police. I mean it.’ You bite the inside of your cheek; she may have been pretty, but she was as old as your mother would have been if she’d lived till today.

Your sister gives you a look. You knew that look. She’d dropped into one of those moods.

‘Nee-san, don’t encourage her!’ You snarl, getting to your feet and pointing a finger into her surprised features. ‘I’ll get a girl on my own time. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I have work.’

Answer. Building Manager.

You feel your ire rising, you rub your arm – it feels rough… almost a little heavy. You give it a roll, glaring at your sister. She glares right back – she’s never glared right back at you before, not since you were kids. You lose your appetite instantly, and… your balance. You fall onto the floor, the dirty water of the pail hitting your knees and your bare feet. Your right eye… hurts. You reach out for help, your building manager and your sister rush to help you to your feet and you…

Push them away.

‘I’m sorry,’ you smile at the both of them, reaching upwards for a hand up, but…

You push them away again.

‘I… I can’t seem to get my balance right, can y – y – you – !’

She reaches down with a helping hand.

You push it away.

‘Nee-san, help me up…’

She reaches down with a worried finger

You shove her into the wall.

You see a corpse, a fallen titan, alien and familiar, horrific and terrible rise from the Abyss, screaming things beyond human comprehension. It holds you in its grasp; it will not be denied.

DOOR.

You remember a name.

>WHO?

>>273901
Jackie chan?
if i cant have that then nagato

>>273901
>Nagato

>>273901
its not just one precence fucking with our brain aint?

>>273901
>Nagato

>>273901
>Poi

>>273901
>tenryuu

>>273901
>Nee-San!
We're not in the clear yet!

>>273901
>Tenryuu

>>273918
wut?

>>273901
>Tenryuu

>>273901
Nagato

>>273901
Nagato

>>273901
Takao!

>>273901
>Tenryuu

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It crushes you. Painfully, strongly, it crushes every bone, every organ in you – you cry out, scream, cry as it breaks you. It throws you – above you, thunder and lightning rage and the clouds gather and darken. You scream in agony as her skull-like visage consumes you, ripping you and tearing you into the abyss. You don’t know how long you’re here as the cycle repeats itself. Hours and days pass, the corpse shatters into other creatures, other things – you see yourself, you see you, torn apart and put together again. Over and over, it happens and you… you cry, you weep, you wish for it to end just like that, but…

You hold onto something. There is something that keeps you going. Even as your limbs tear and the corpse and its many limbs and servants tear bone from muscle and limb from body across the realities, you don’t say a word. You only scream – and the screaming doesn’t stop across the aeons of this scape, and you find that you can’t say a word that would… nothing that would…

DOOR.

It’s knocking. Even through the nightmares and the screams, it knocks. It cries out in agony, in release, it wants in and it wants in now. It wants… It wants…

It wants what you will never give.

‘NAGATO!’

You are in your fatigues, your eyepatch on and your arm of Kantai Steel ready. You drop onto the surface of the lagoon pool, the looming titan and its minion are in your sight. The room is bigger, the floor is wider, the ceiling higher. You look up to see the nightmarish face of the Abyssal Princess as you remember it, torn apart, void of a limb, a working jaw and crying out in agony. You feel tired, exhausted, looking it dead in the eye.

‘Honestly, that’s the first name you call out?’

A plane flies past you, as does a shell. You pay it no heed… as it obliterates the bottom torso of the creature. You smirk – and it dies soon after, as the silhouette of the Ru-Class-Kai splashes out of the water and right at you. You glare at it, raising a fist…

And another fist connects alongside yours, shattering it into tiny pieces as Nachi had before.

‘The RAY’s channels must have remained open to attack.’ A deep, feminine voice calls out. ‘But this is amazing, for us to be able to do this…’

‘I cleared his stream… it’d make sense for me to have a back channel.’ An annoyed voice calls out, again, familiar, as they take steps right next to you. ‘I wonder why you have one, Sub-Commander?’

‘Jealous?’

‘Hardly.’ She chuckles, holding a hand next to you. ‘But an imprint on his Stream… this is interesting.’

Nagato and Kaga stand next to you, one crunching her knuckles, fully-loaded and the other drawing back her bow.

‘By your orders, Commander!’ They cry out, ready for battle.

You really can't fight back the grin.

Not at all.

>Write-In (BEAT BACK THE IMPRINT)

>>274108
Kill the beast.

>>274108
>"Let's kick some ass."

>>274108
supress the abyssals
commader punch! please?

>>274108
FIRE EVERYTHING!

>>274108
All cannons fire!

>>274108
Nagato Hits low while Kaga hits her from above?

>>274108
"I'm not a door, I'm the doorknob that's hitting you on your way out!"

>>274108

>my door definitely swings that way but i dont put out on the first date, you need to wine and dine me first

>>274126
COMMANDER PUUUUNNCH!

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‘Take ‘em down.’ You command, hand outstretched.

A flurry of planes – ones you’d never seen before, large – about your size, more like hunting falcons – zoom past you, unloading hails of bullets upon the gigantic corpse. It doesn’t faze her one bit – she swipes her arm, as though in annoyance, letting on an inhuman cry as crashes it against the walls of the cavern. You sprint across the water, arms out for balance as she brings her hand down again, this time to you. Your eyes widen as you realize you can’t dodge it in time… only for a deafening explosion to throw her hand back – her rotted jaw would have contorted into an uglier snarl if it could.

You feel yourself lifted from your feet as Nagato effortlessly puts you in her arms, grinning like a maniac. It’s an expression you’d never seen on her before – she looks positively exhilarated at this. She swings her arm left and right, making rocks and pebbles fly in a sweep of the cavern again – Nagato is agile, she’s a lot more nimble than she looks to you, flipping and ducking over the attacks.

You stiffen as she fires off her cannons into the face of her titanic foe, who only cries out in even more anger, bringing her arms underwater and pushing a wave of water towards you. Nagato doesn’t dodge in time – she loses her balance, firing off another shell. She fires another one, hitting the ceiling as another of Kaga’s planes – a sort of ghostly and ethereal manifestation – rams right into the Princess, and she screams in a voice that makes you want to cry out as well.

Then from under the waves, the Ru-Kai that you thought had met its end at your fist comes out, knocking you out of Nagato’s arms and back onto the violent waters. You skid along its surface like an ice rink, rolling for good measure before finding your balance.

Nagato’s grin only grows more psychotic as she locks horns with the returnee, matching her palm for palm in a grapple for dominance. Her face contorts into an ugly snarl as you realize the doll-like face of the Ru-Kai reforms like a mirror piecing itself together.

‘Tough little dickens, aren’t you?’ Nagato’s muscles clench as she pushes right back against the Ru-Kai, crying out with all her might as their hands lock, trying to crush each other’s digits. She manages to throw a glance at you, annoyed. ‘Commander, IF YOU'RE NOT TOO BUSY?!!’

‘Commander, this is your Stream.’ Kaga pulls back her bow – you see the shape of a plane gathering around her, glowing green. ‘We’re only as strong as you believe we are.’

No problem.

‘Nagato!’

Her cannons fire in an ear-shattering roar, tearing the Ru-Kai apart as it drops back into the depths below… only for another to simply come to form, lunging for Nagato again. Behind you, Kaga launches another plane at the Princess, knocking her hand away from pulling another blow.

TBC

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‘How many of these things are there?!’ Nagato cocks back a blow, catching the new Ru-Kai.

‘The imprint’s spreading faster than I thought.’ Kaga says worriedly, drawing back another arrow and looking at the Princess, who is pushing against the wall, against the ceiling as if clawing for escape. ‘She’s not just knocking on the entrance, she’s ripping the doorknob off!’

‘Is that what this is?!’ You rush into the fray, going toe-to-toe in a defensive melee against the new Ru-Kai

‘You threw out her diplomatic options.’ Kaga chuckles darkly, flying off another one of her planes. ‘Now she just wants IN!’

‘In to what?!’ You look at her incredulously.

‘Your Stream.’ Kaga explains, pulling back another arrow. ‘Once she’s in there, you’ll be – !’

She doesn’t have a chance to finish as the Princess’s hands shoots right for her, pressing her against the wall. Your blood runs cold as you don’t see Kaga at all – she’d been completely covered… crushed – no – not in here, not on you. This wouldn’t – !

‘KAGA!’ You call out as the Princess reaches back quickly, busying itself with Nagato’s assault for now.

‘I’m fine.’ Kaga falls onto her knees, clutching herself. She is most certainly not fine – you move to help her, but pushes you away, getting to her feet, though barely. She’s quaking – in your head or not, that sort of attack would have obliterated anyone, but Kaga cricks her neck, throwing out a grimace. ‘She’s tough. Incredible – this level of… a Princess, huh?’

Another blow catches Nagato, who rolls across the water right back at you. You move to catch her – she’s surprisingly light, even with all her gear and rigging – and hold her. Compared to Kaga, she most definitely looks the more fatigued and exhausted. Both sides size the other – the Princess and what were now three Ru-Kais loom over the three of you from one side of the chamber. You hold Nagato’s tired form in your arms as she approaches you.

You don’t think there are many things more frightening than the titan before you.

OPEN. DOOR.

Kaga shakily draws her bow, glaring right at her.

‘If she gets past your door, that’s the end of it for you, for us… for every single one of the KanMusu that you’ve been into the Stream with. The Stream is more than just a ways for the KanMusu to link with you through battle, it’s our very beings connected. Once she’s inside… she’s not getting out. She’ll have a link to all of them. Houshou, Takao, Tenryuu… everyone.’ She looks dead serious – and dead worried ‘We’ll all just be an extension to her will.’

She morphs her face into a defiant snarl, aiming right at the Princess's head.

'Abyssal puppets.'

No pressure. No pressure at all.

TBC

Well isn't this cheery. KNOCK'EM DEAD KAGA! Turns out that we are the single point of failure for our entire unit. GO FOR THE EYES NAGATO! Why did nobody think to inform us this rather important fact? TEAR THEM APART AND BURN THEIR SOULS COMMANDER!

>>276512
Well than
RIP AND TEAR!!! UNTIL IT IS DONE!!!

>>276551
Maybe our arm is actually a failsafe that'll strangle us to death in the event we're compromised.

>>276512
GET MAD! THIS IS YOUR STREAM!
ABYSSALS GET OUT REEEEEEEEEE!

>>276589
CALL UPON THE POWER OF THE MEMES!!!

>>276589
Personally, I'd much rather cold fury with. Rage hasn't worked out so well well for us in the past.

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‘And all of you were planning on telling me this when?!’ You know it’s not the time, but you’re too annoyed to even bother with the details like that – things like having your mind and soul turned into a chowder buffet for a demonic entity from the depths of the sea weren’t things you hid from the ones helping you fight them.

‘Stream invasion has only ever been attempted in instances to interrogate or sever its flow.’ Nagato pushes herself off you, readying her guns as she prepares for another round of battle – tired she may have been, but her enthusiasm is palpable. ‘This is the first time a Princess has ever used one to take over a whole Division.’

‘Granted, they’re not this powerful, usually… but…’ Kaga grimaces as she steadies her bow; none of them make the first move. They’re all sizing each other up, waiting for the other to dare. ‘But she’s…’

‘She’s desperate,’ Nagato grimaces herself, sharing a look with the Carrier. ‘which is worse.’

‘If she gets into a stream, she’ll have access to everything we have – what we know, we can do…’ Kaga’s hands shake as she grits her teeth, aiming right for the exposed skull of the Princess.

Everything.

‘Kaga,’ you look at your Carrier, who gives you a glance of confusion; you push on anyway, ‘are all Stream connections from you girls to me unique to the link?’

‘Yes,’ She says, almost impatiently, ‘but right now we have to beat her back – that’s not going to help one bit. If she gets in the Stream at all, past your Door…’

‘It’d be rude not to answer someone pressing the bell.’

The cavern vanishes in a whirl of color and shapes. The three of you drop into a raging ocean – a dark ocean where the waves are vile and the air is dead; the winds are hungry and the clouds are black ; thick. You don’t stand on the water here – the waves completely consume the three of you for a while until you calm yourself enough to get out and stand on the water, bringing your hands out to Kaga and Nagato, pulling them out.

‘Commander, this is…’ Nagato looks around, her expression one of horror and… wonder.

‘This is our Stream.’

‘We’re in.’ She looks around, clutching her chest. ‘It’s too la – !’

The Princess raises itself from the depths, whole and healed. There are no gashes, no mar to its bodice. It is fully-formed, beautiful, terrible and wrong. A storm rages all around you as red lightning rakes and the winds pick up. You feel it eating at you, taking you piece by piece.

You spread your arms to embrace it all, not looking away.

‘COMMANDER!’

‘Kaga,’ You say calmly. ‘Remember.’

A young lady stands on the dark ocean, shorter than any of you, shrouded in darkness.

‘The more scared you get… the scarier this place becomes.’

TBC

>>276589
Call upon our inner Nachi again.

>>276613
ok rage is not the answer.
It's time to chill out and resist

Hah! Make the princess feel fear, and she will be torn apart by that which she wants to subvert.

Time make a dream version that Fairy Alchemy byproduct.

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Everything stops for a moment. The eating, the spread… it all stops. Kaga is on all fours, frightened as can be, clutching onto Nagato. You’d apologize to her later, but right now… right now you knew this was what you needed to do. You take a step forward as the Princess looks around in confusion; the storm begins to rage and the red lightning brightens the place up like some sort of water body from the pits of Hell itself.

Darker clouds spread, if possible, the Princess right in the center of it all, but she feels something amiss, something that shouldn’t be here or shouldn’t be happening. You feel a kind of compelling draw to her being, that she wouldn’t be denied, that she shouldn’t be at all resisted but worshiped and loved like the Goddess she is, but you don’t. It’s strong and it’s there, but you pay it no heed – not at all.

Above you, the thunder crackles, around you, the sea calms into the low tide. She puts both her hands on the water, leaning her massive frame – bigger than it had been in the cavern, larger than it had been at the bottom of the shallows… smiling in a manner that is most definitely inhuman and unfathomable by a glance.

‘I can’t give you everything.’ You say solemnly, hands in your pockets. ‘But it’d be rude not to give a departing guest something.’

A scream echoes throughout the sea. Behind you, you feel Kaga cowering in Nagato’s arms. She doesn’t raise herself to look, frightened… afraid. The giant Abyssal looks around, confused by the now-dead winds and the thicker clouds. You look to see that young lady you had seen before, her eyes dead and her form rotting, walking towards the Abyssal, her expression blank.

No, you had never seen her before. Kaga had seen her. Hundreds upon hundreds of times.

A hand raises from the depths. Then another. Dozens. Hundreds. Rotting flesh and the scent of the ocean rises up with them, crawling out as though it is the very earth, struggling to find their balance, their place… as it was before, they make their way past you… and past Kaga, past Nagato, who is as frightened as Kaga right now, watching the bodies of wasted men from a time and world long lost…

As they feast upon their meal.

She is torn bit by bit. She struggles against the tide of the dead, the cries of hunger and retribution, of hopes lost and never found again. Of the desires never met, the calls never answered. They feast on her. Teeth tears her flesh from the bone like nothing – They rip at her breast and face until she resembles nothing more than a living, writhing meal for the legions of the unfulfilled.

They rip her fingers, her eye, her meat piece by piece, dragging her into the depths.

She reaches out for you, screaming, screaming…

You don't look away.

>Nachi
>’Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’

>>276721
>’Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’

Let's not do the renegade option this time.

>>276721
>’Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’
We can't nap in peace can we?

Kaga's Trauma is useful. How unexpected! :D

>inb4 fuck you, MECH you planned this the whole time you sick fuck

>>276721
>’Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’

>>276721
>>’Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’

>>276721
>’Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’

>>276741
Can abyssals be traumatized? Will she and Kaga have something in common after this?

>>276741
Mech is kill?

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‘Kaga, Nagato, finish it.’ You command; there is no sense in drawing this out any longer – you weren’t cruel enough to let it end like this – the least you could give her was this mercy.

She struggles against the hold – there are no screams anymore, there is now throat to let it out. The dead crawl along her like bees their hive, consuming her; you wonder if this was how she met her end in life. It is a sad end, but a necessary one – only either one of you could remain, after all.

‘Sir.’ Your two KanMusu walk past you, training their weapons to the only thing left of her… her head.

A flash of light blinds you, and you find yourself looking at a flurry of shapes and busying themselves above you. Your only good eye blinks as you fight back a Hell of a headache; your hearing returns and so does the feeling of pain on your shoulder and back – it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer there. You re-focus to see… Hiei of the Four Horsemen, looking back at you in relief. The dark canvas on the ceiling says that you’re underneath a tent. Your mechanical limb flexes as you try to raise yourself, but you find that your hands by your side are otherwise occupied.

Nagato is grasping onto your right arm like a pillow, unconscious… and Kaga is on your left, opening her eyes slowly, clasping your hand in both of hers. She is haggard with circles under her eyes, but she’s otherwise fine. Nagato, on your right, groans as she begins to stir.

Around you, you take in your surroundings to find the Admiral, Vice-Admiral and most of your Division present, looking at you with worried eyes.

‘Welcome back to the world of the living.’ The Admiral offers a hand with an apologetic smile; you try to raise a hand to shake it, but neither of the KanMusu seem keen on letting go. ‘Thought you were a goner, kid.’

‘Thank goodness.’ You see Houshou, dropping to her knees in relief, hand on her chest.

‘I… I’m not sure what…’ You groan; your left hand is free of Kaga’s hold – you immediately raise it to your nose, feeling a trickle of blood flow down – it had been bleeding. ‘Um…’

‘You are one lucky son of a bitch.’ The Vice-Admiral approaches, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to you – you immediately bring it to your face, wiping the crimson away; your right eye pulses and your left stings as you take in all around you. ‘If they didn’t pull you out I would’ve put a knife between your eyes.’

You wave him away, finding your throat dryer than usual.

‘How long was I out?’ You look around to see some of the other KanMusu – not just your own – regard you with puzzled, curious looks. ‘Fifteen minutes?’

‘Three hours.’ The Vice-Admiral smiles. ‘It’s almost 0700.’

For some reason, you don’t find yourself the least bit surprised.

‘You have to thank Hiei.’ He smirks, indicating his Sub-Commander. ‘She found you.’

>Write-In

>>276860
>>Write-In
>So, I saw her. In there.. (Explain then ask what the hell that was about)

>>276860
>"Thank's Hiei. I owe you."
Then.
>>276864

>>276864
probably best.

>>276870
this

>>276860
>>276864

>>276864
I...What? What does this even mean?

>>276860
"Thank you Hai, and thank you Kaga. I'm sorry I made you go through that."

>>276882
>"Thank you Hai, and thank you Kaga. I'm sorry I made you go through that."
That's my write-in, in case it wasn't clear.

>>276860
>>276882
I support this.

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You look around you to realize you’re on the floor of the Command Post – the cables and wires entering your immediate field of view say that you’d been removed from your previous napping spot at Nagato’s table. You’re seated on the floor, your back aching – no wonder, of course. Your Vice-Admiral’s words reach you again and you look up to the second of the Four Horsemen.

‘Hiei? Thank y – !’ You raise a hand to your head, wincing as you glance at the smug, but somehow relieved look on Hiei’s features. ‘How – ?’

Hiei puts her hands on her hips, scowling and pointing a finger right in your face like a scolding mother. Some of the other girls giggle as she does so, but only a few. Her expression says she is in no mood for niceties and only answer; she doesn’t look angry at all, but she does look like she wants things quick and to the point.

‘You got a lot of business asking me how?’ She says, very much annoyed. ‘How the Hell did you get an imprint traced into your Stream like that?! I’d never seen something that – !’

‘That Princess we found… she must have…’ Houshou approaches you, her expression neutral.

‘Houshou?’ You look up to see your CVL biting her lip, very much in thought.

‘I think physically, she must have been dead, but…’ She’s in sheer disbelief at what she’s saying, as though it’s the most nonsensical thing to throw out there, but she speaks anyway, looking to you, then to Hiei and your Commanding Officers. ‘I think her consciousness had some kind of…’

‘Wait, hold up!’ Hiei raises her hands – she’s definitely angry now if she hadn’t been before. ‘Just what the Hell are you talking about?’

The Vice-Admiral steps up, putting a hand on Hiei’s shoulder and pulling her away from you. She seems rather reluctant at his hold, she complies, giving you a look to collect yourself.

‘Hiei… I’ll explain everything to you and the rest of the Forces later.’ The Vice-Admiral says seriously, motioning for you to go on. ‘Right now, though…’

‘Thank you.’ You say; at least that’s one thing that’s right off your chest – you do mean it, though.

Hiei looks a little flustered. She mumbles something under her breath for a good few seconds before putting her hands at her side and regarding you with a look of apology.

‘Never seen one that strong,’ She grumbles, crossing her arms and looking at the ceiling, continuing loudly, ‘or noticeable. Subtlety isn’t its crack, I tell you.’

‘We found a Princess.’ There are mumbles all around – the whole section breaks into a huge din as you observe; you look to the ground, grunting as you force yourself up. ‘I think she put that imprint on me when I...'

The mumbling doesn’t die off – the discussion grows even more heated. Kaga and Nagato regard you with more worry than you feel deserving of, using the apparatus to steady yourself to a stand.

TBC

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The crowd talks among itself – a variety of tones, worries and such are heard over the din. The KanMusu talk with each other as though they are the ones that had gone through your ordeal. The buzz from the group talk hurts your ears a bit. You find to your annoyance that you’re a little more sensitive there, at least. You rub your temples again, finding your eyepatch a little uncomfortable. Nagato and Kaga look at you worriedly, but you smile back in reassurance. It didn’t fool them one bit, you reckon.

‘Quiet, everyone.’ The Admiral calls for calm – with a swift motion of his hand, the noise is killed.

You find the attention on you again; you look up, struggling to finish off what you have to say.

‘She’s… she’s gone now, I think.’ You really can’t go on – you’re a little exhausted from the ordeal right now; so much for the lack of fatigue from before.

‘Most definitely gone.’ Kaga assures you, crossing her arms – she nods, almost grimly. ‘A memory forgotten is all she is now. We expunged her fully.’

There’s whispers among the crowd. You see Takao and Houshou looking at you worriedly… before breaking away from the group and joining Nagato and Kaga at your side. Takao looks restrained; Houshou, however, looked guilty. You frown – for what? It hadn’t been her fault.

‘What happened to you was my fault, Commander.’ The Admiral sighs, looking at you solemnly. ‘I should have known the old comm shielding wouldn’t have been adequate – even if this was out of any calculations I would have had. It was my negligence that brought you into this situation.’ He offers an apologetic smile, looking to the two KanMusu by your side. ‘We would have lost a lot more if it weren’t for your two girls here.’

Nagato gets to her feet, her fists clenched. You worry for a moment if she would start something, but the Admiral catches her gaze neutrally.

‘Admiral.’

‘Okay, Nagato, okay.’ He sighs – you almost find a fatherly quality to his voice as he chuckles, smiling kindly at you then back to Nagato, who seems to be waiting expectantly for something from him.‘I’ll admit it.’

He pats her on the shoulder.

‘You chose a good man.’ He nods at her, before turning the crowd.

With that, the Admiral is back.

‘Vice-Admiral, I want you to gather all the Forces for an emergency meeting at the temporary supply depot at 1300 hours.’ The Vice-Admiral salutes, leaving with some of the other KanMusu, who give you a curious glance as they leave with him. ‘You know where that is, Commander?’

‘Teitan High, isn’t it?’ You recall.

He nods at you.

‘If you want to get some breakfast, Mamiya’s kitchen should be up by now.’ You nod. ‘Or I can arrange for you to go back to the barracks by buggy if you wish.’

>‘Mamiya’s’ (Breakfast)
>‘I’ll take the buggy.’ (Go to barracks)
>Walk
>Write-In

>>276983
>>‘I’ll take the buggy.’ (Go to barracks)

>>276983
>‘I’ll take the buggy.’ (Go to barracks)

>>276983
>‘I’ll take the buggy.’ (Go to barracks)

>>276983
>>‘I’ll take the buggy.’ (Go to barracks)
We are dead on our feet. I find hard to believe would be capable of doing much more than falling asleep on the sidewalk our in our food.

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v‘I think I’ll take up that buggy.’ You get up from your seat – your knee is still stiff even with all that. The Admiral nods, walking with the rest of the group outside. ‘Wait, where are Samidare and – ?’

‘Tenryuu and Samidare were sent to the barracks immediately after they were de-briefed.’ Houshou immediately cuts you off, frowning – there’s a motherly aura about her right now, but you ignore it. Right now you just want another power nap – one that preferably did not involve the invasion of an eldritch humanoid Hell-bent on making you her flesh puppet. ‘They’re probably sleeping in right now.’

‘Wait. Kaga… Nagato… how did the both of you – ?’

That was a question worth answering. How in the world did Kaga and Nagato know about your condition so quickly? It was a little strange to have them conveniently near enough for you to be pulled out straight away – the Barracks were at least half an hour away by walk.

‘I felt a disturbance in the Stream.’ Kaga explained – you get up proper, making your way to the exit alongside your four Division members – it’s a little claustrophobic with them hanging off you like this, but you find that you don’t mind as much as you probably would otherwise. It was nice to have people worrying over you like this, really – once in a while. ‘There is… it’s hard to describe, but… when I opened that back channel to stabilize you – not the time, Takao – as a Carrier, I’m more sensitive to any changes in our Stream.’

‘Nachi and I caught her sneaking out.’ Nagato explains her side. ‘She said she wanted to see you… and that’s when we ran into Hiei – she told us something had happened to you.’ Nagato looks away, biting her lip. ‘We

‘It’s annoying and far fetched, but she suggested there was a sort of mental leech on you, killing you.’

It hadn’t felt that way at all. In fact, it was a strange sensation to recall what had happened. You most certainly did not live alone with your sister in an inland town, you definitely never owned an apartment alone – it was too expensive – and yet in there… it just seemed so familiar and comfortable. You had felt like you had been written into a script of your liking, of your choosing… and didn’t want to live.

The horrors that came after were a testament to the power of illusion.

‘She was half-right.’ Kaga mumbles, motioning for you and the rest to move past the flaps; you thank her. ‘I was skeptical – I thought it was just an Abyssal attack until I…’

‘How in the world did you get a Princess’s Imprint into the Stream?’ Nagato asks seriously as the both of you walk towards the pick-up point. You see the Admiral there, talking with someone. ‘Never mind that? How did you get away from a Princess? I thought you were doing weaponless recon?’

>Explain
>Dismiss
>Be Discrete
>Write-In

>>277035

>Be Discrete

loose lips sinks shipgrilles

>>277035
>Explain

She's our sub-commander. I feel like we can trust her with the details.

>>277035
>Be Discrete

>>277035
>>Explain

>>277035
>Explain

>>277035
>>Explain

>>277035
if the prinsess want us dead why the nee-san bollocks? what the hell they wanted? abyssals are plain weird, and suck at diplomacy it seems
>explain

>>277060

She might have just wanted to live by using our stream. But fuck that shit. We're in a war and we got shit to do.

>>277065
hey our brain is our brain, aint no if or buts, but she could word it nicely and we could gone hell and water to help her

again, abyssal diplomacy has failed

>>277074
...Did you read any of what I typed?

She was going to take you over and use your Stream to turn you into her puppets for the Abyssal cause. Stop trying to think of them as anything more than eldritch beings that want to push you into oblivion for stepping on a beach for a holiday.

You are vermin to them.

A willing mind is easier to control than a resistant one. How do you think Cthulhu seduces his followers?

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You take Nagato’s hand and drag her into an empty nearby tent. The others follow you inside, a little confused. You couldn’t hide things for Nagato… not after the last fiasco and after the fire she and Kaga just pulled you out of. You let out a sigh… and begin.

‘We found her corpse at some coordinates the Admiral gave us.’ You explain. ‘I don’t think she was fully dead… or a hundred percent dead – I think she was waiting for someone to find her that she could leech, like Hiei said.’

‘A corpse?’ Nagato’s raises an eyebrow, disbelieving. ‘A Princess’s corpse?’

‘I don’t think it’s a corpse anymore, personally.’ You hurriedly correct.

‘That body is beyond repair,’ Houshou elaborates, ‘she’s most definitely dead. Whatever latched on to you was an echo.’ She bites her lip. ‘A… psychic remnant if you will – that caused the imprint in the first place.’ ‘But for her to be able to have it linger like that…’

‘If there’s any of tricks that the Abyssals could pull on us, I'd - !.’ Nagato frowns, cutting herself off. ‘But a Princess’s corpse? I don’t…’ She brings a hand to her head, biting the inside of her cheek. ‘Where?’

‘The one where the Admiral had a hunch something was going on – the site of the sensor quakes.’

Nagato looks confused for a moment – she composes herself, taking a deep breath.

With a nod and a half-smile, she believes you.

‘Sensor quakes are an alert for a particular large force invading the area – they usually only occur when the size of the invasion is more than for a single base to handle. And to my knowledge, they never occur on our particular grid more than once unless the force is building up a defensive line – the Princess… what type was she?’ Kaga looks thoughtful.

‘Sorry?’ You blink.

‘What type of Princess was she?’ Nagato asks. ‘Mobile or Installation?’

'Pardon?'

‘Installation-Type Princesses and Onis are the ones that have potentially the higher damage – they’re slow, big and don’t have particular armaments or fighting skills, but they have an army – usually enough to wipe out a base when they go ACTIVE – they’re dangerous enough on their own but typically act… well, kind of like you, sir. They’re more Command Units than frontline soldiers.’

‘What about Mobile types?’ You frown – you got most of that – Mostly.

‘Mobile-Type Princesses and Onis are typically lone guns. They’re faster, more battle-hardened and considered dangerous enough on their own – think of them as the enemy aces in contrast to the Installation-Types. They don’t follow in formation or have a supporting squadron, but they don’t need one. They pack enough damage on their own – they’re usually the smaller ones and have a smaller minion count compared to the rest. They’re the type you usually find ACTIVE.’

>Task: What Type Was The Princess?

>>277079
keep thinking them as something born out human thought so, some remains of human though or something

i am naive, i suppose

>>277082
That was definitely an installation type.

>>277082
>installation

Seaport is an installation an this quest right?

>>277082
From the description in the last thread it sounds like an installation type.

>>277082
> Installation

>>277082
>installation

if we are going by kancolle....but that may not be the same as in this quest though

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>>277083
Its okay bro, one day our mind will grow strong enough to be able to tame cthulhu himself. Then we get abyssal waifus. I sincerely doubt mech will let us, but by god im going to try anyway

>>277228
hoppo would ben a good practice target, being young and all
still, i dont really trust any chance
gotta keep an eye out
we still dont know what monstrosity killed seaport, it worries me

>>277239
>we still dont know what monstrosity killed seaport, it worries me
But anon, we do know.

She was killed by none other than MECHANIC!

>>277258
i wonder what was the seaport plan, take over us and learn top secret crap plus revive herself?

>>277239
I think it would be the opposite really. We would let our guard down against a cuter target. If cthulhu was a cute girl that looked around 6 years old, do you REALLY think you would be able beat it in fucked up mind games?

>>277273
Needs a new body in order to survive. Her old one was fucked, and she would probably lose her consciousness shortly after. Im thinking its a last ditch effort. That or wesker did something and she thinks we were in on it. Im getting the feeling that our fucked up experiments are the likely candidate here, personally.

>>277287
you are right, we would still be like wet paper againts even a weak oni
>oni
>weak
yeah

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>>277301
Indeed. Fusou, I formally apologize for hating on your waifu ships. I now realize you are in fact, my nigga and together we shall pave a way to operation 'Stare into the abyss' in which we will gain an abyssal waifu. We must train big boss to become a being on the level of Cthulhu and Sheogorath themselves. ARE YOU WITH ME?!

>>277314
that is the longest of paths, brother
but togerter, and with the help of our shipgirls we will fight on

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‘I think she was… an Installation-Type.’ You try to recall proper – you had a good look, but you couldn’t be totally sure of what she was, really. ‘She was big – couldn’t have been a Mobile Type.’

‘Heavy gear; damaged but looked bulky enough.’ Takao looks troubled, bringing her own two cents. ‘I can’t say for sure about the size, but she was at least 25 feet tall. I’ll go with Installation, too. The gear looked like it enough for her to be classed as one.’

‘We didn’t see any others around – buzzards or any other dead minions.’ You frown as Houshou looks thoughtful, worriedly looking to Nagato. ‘There could be a possibility that she was a Mobile Type.’

You rub your temples. You’re tired and a little annoyed at this point.

‘What’s the significance – Princesses are Princesses, right? Why would you want to put sub-types to them?’

Nagato regards you neutrally.

‘An Installation Type showing up usually means that the Abyssals are adamant about getting that piece of the ocean.’ She adds grimly. ‘Very adamant.’

You raise an eyebrow.

‘A Mobile-Type going ACTIVE means an Abyssal is just making an offensive maneuver. An Installation -Type means that they’ve made their claim.’ Takao offers, biting her lip and looking at you, then back to Nagato. ‘Both are bad, but…’

The four of them adopt a thoughtful demeanor, thinking deeply. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself well and truly lost in the whole manner. As far as you were concerned, they’d brought you in to fill the gaps and kill Abyssals… not figure out who was what; one chewed your arm into uselessness and that meant that it was off with the rest of them, really.

‘Thanks for telling us Commander.’ Kaga gives you a soft smile.

You find your heart melting slightly, but not your fatigue. Besides, there’d be a

‘We’re not going to get any further discussing things here.’ You raise your hands, getting their attention. ‘At the meeting the Admiral’s going to brief all of us on our next step.’ You’re a little exasperated yourself. ‘We can decide what we’re going to do after – we won’t be able to decide things here. And…’

You let out a heavy sigh.

‘I think I need my nap.’

The four of them offer you apologetic smiles and head out to the stop, where a middle-aged man, about the size of you in both gut and height, smoking a cigarette. He regards all of you with a tired gaze of his own, putting his smoke down.

‘Commander.’ He nods at you. ‘Admiral said you needed a lift?’

You reply a positive, making your way to the front seat as the girls shared the back. The man isn’t talkative, and neither are you – it’s not even your third thought when you reach the compound entrance, quiet and still. With a word of thanks you’re out, walk towards the door and…

Find that it won’t budge.

‘It’s locked?!’

>Write-In

>>277341
what the?!
>ram that door down

>>277341
>Look for another entrance

>>277341
>Kantai steel hand GO!

>>277341
>Look for a note or something to indicate why it's locked.

Guys, calm down. No sense in damaging our place guys if it's shut for a good reason.

>>277341
>Knock
Seriously guys? Not even thinking of the simplest solution?

>>277341
>Call out to see if anyone is in
Be sensible guys

>>277353
>>277362
>>277377
>>277384
>>277392
>>277398
Kaga, Nagato, do you guys have a key? But that's okay. I'll be going with one of your write-ins.

>>277404
Do we not have a key ourselves? That's rather embarrassing.

>>277426
we probably hurt our shoulder too...
on our defence, stressfull day

Glad to see things went pretty well while I was asleep. Though this talk of waifuing Abyssals is getting stupid.

If it hadn't reacted so negatively to our not playing along, I might almost have agreed with you. But instead shit went the way it did.

>>277341
>Ask why it's locked

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You rub your temples, struggling with the door. You’re not in the mood for this – not at all. You turn it left and right – either way, it doesn’t budge. You push it and pull it, probably making enough of a ruckus to wake up a tenant if this had been an apartment building. You force yourself to it, left and right, up and down, yet it still doesn’t budge – not an inch, not a millimeter. You contort your features into a scowl as you apply more force to the knob: nothing.

‘Commander.’ Nagato’s tired voice comes; you pay her no heed.

‘Come on.’ You growl, rattling the doorknob and putting your foot against the frame for a strong pull – never mind that it was a push door; it’s the principle of the thing.

‘Commander…’ comes Kaga’s exasperated groan.

You hold up a hand, backing up about fifteen feet – maybe eighteen, but who was counting, really. All of them look at you quizzically and you give them a thumbs up; to which they look at each other in even more confusion. With full force and speed you run towards the door, roaring your battlecry of choice for the night.

You cock the wrong shoulder, dropping onto the mat groaning as you rub your sore left.

‘I have no idea why I did that.’ You cry out pathetically as four worried gazes come into view.

Each of them brings out a key on a chain, jiggling them in a unified jangle.

‘Right. You guys have the keys.’ You groan, wishing for the ground to just swallow you up and just die. ‘Why don’t I have one again?’

‘I left a tray for collection on the counter.’ Nagato answers flatly.

‘Never checked it.’

‘Come on.’ Takao reaches down, pulling you over her shoulder. ‘Easy, Commander.’

You groan and wince from your shoulder cocking back into place – behind you, Houshou chuckles almost a little tool loudly as Kaga puts her key to use, opening the door to the barracks. Takao gingerly brings you inside, your nose inhales the scent of sterilization – you find you don’t like it at all. You wish that she’d smell like lavender and gunsmoke again; you like it better. You look over your shoulder to Houshou – a thought hits you but you shake it off, labeling it as insane – and turn back forward.

‘I think I’m getting delirious.’ You grimace. ‘Either that or it’s just the sleep deprivation or that Princess did a lot more damage that we thought.’

‘Why’s that?’ Nagato turns to you as you make it to the stairs.

‘I’m actually entertaining ideas of burying myself deep in Houshou’s ass, for one.’ You sigh.

‘COMMANDER!’ Takao drops you onto the floor from the shock – or rather, right onto the first wooden stairs – you realize that it’s not Takao or Houshou that cries out, but Nagato, who is red as beet.

‘Couch or upstairs?’ Takao picks you back up, mouthing an apology.

>Couch
>Upstairs
>Write-In

>>277517
>Upstairs

>>277517
take me to the dreamlands, oh great bed

>>277517
>Upstairs

>>277517
Nice one!
>Upstairs

>>277517
>Couch
Cause I'm a rebel

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‘Upstairs.’ You gain a little more of your bearings. The clocks show that 0700 is just around the corner – new clocks; you didn’t notice at all since you got back; you take yourself off Takao – at least, you take most of you – and put your hand on the railing, regaining a little more; the KanMusu don’t hang on to you any more, which you’re thankful for – they could be sweet, but you’re a little too badly-strung to appreciate them as well as you could. ‘I’d really like a nice soft bed.’

You make your way to the top of the stairs with little to no effort, but you are still very much tired. Whoever knocked you some for being on your butt the whole day and telling you it couldn’t be tiring deserved a righteous sock right in the jaw; your thoughts wonder as you make it past the bathroom entrance to the events of the night: you’d completed a mission, done good by the MagiTek Department, got on the good side of your superiors, managed to uncover the seeds to a mystery – although unsolved – and beat back the psychic echo of one of the most feared beings on the planet.

And most importantly… that they’d all made it back in one piece.

‘Commander, are you all right?’ Houshou’s worried gaze, even in the bad light, gives your heart a little more warmth – for some reason you feel a little tearful, a little more emotional.’Commander?’

‘No, it’s just…’ You chuckle, looking back to the other three, who offer supportive smiles, ‘I’m just thankful, you know? I mean, it’s just… last time I came back with my tail between my legs, my team shot and everyone… not okay but this time, I – I really did it.’ You lean against the wall, laughing softly. ‘You guys are the best. Even Nachi.’ Kaga giggles behind a closed fist at that remark.

You approach your door, turning around to give them a grateful gaze of your own.

‘Sorry, I’m rambling; I really think I could use anap about now.’ You apologize again; their smiles don’t falter either – Nagato crosses her arms as she nods at you, Kaga’s gaze doesn’t grow cold at all and Takao… Takao just giggles – you must sound like a drunkard. ‘All right, I’ll see you a – !’

The door to your room and Kaga’s doesn’t budge. Kaga subtly smirks, making her way to your side. It figured that the locks had been installed while you were out – she unlocks it and mockingly bows, showing you in. You go right for the bed, sighing as your back makes contact.

She doesn’t follow you in. Did she have duty?

‘Don’t break him, ladies.’ Kaga smirks as she winks, closing the door, leaving you with...

‘Nagato?’ You frown, confused. ‘Takao?’

There is the click of the garter belt and the unzipping of a top.

And it dawns upon you.

‘Face it Tiger…’

One smirks, the other winks.

‘You just hit the Jackpot

END DAY 15

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>>277621
Well now...

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>>277621
DOUBLE NICE

FUCK I just realized something really worrying.

How did the Abyssals create the Situation in our stream, with the apartment, family relations and all that human stuff?

I mean, if they were already so deep in our head that they could recreate such a scenario from the commander's memories it should have been deep enough for them to at least gleem some Information about our setup in the town and the Admirality.

Otherwise the only possibility is, that the Abyssals already had the information to construct such a scenario in our head on their own, which means the Abyssals are already pretty damn knowledgable about many aspects of humanity, while humanity is still scrapping at the edges when it comes to broader knowledge about the Abyssals

Upstairs.

>>277707
it all depends if thye managet to focus in specific things AND if seaport was conected to other princesses

also IF they are anything like the originals abyssal are human grudges and evil of ship in a form so probs they got some basics

i might be talking out my ass here though

>>277707
How do you think Abyssals are made?

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>>277747
I just remembered that they've been capturing humans lately. How worried should I be?

>>277790
"Lately"

Yeah, that's...

Yeah. Let's go with that.

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>>277800
Uh oh.

>>277621
>‘Face it Tiger…’
>One smirks, the other winks.
>‘You just hit the Jackpot
>END DAY 15
Locked in a room with two naked sexy girls. Whatever well we do?

Sleep the sleep of the dead, cuddled between them. Wake up to sexytimes.

Also, the girls didn't take us to Kaga's room food they? Weren't Takao and Nagato sharing a room?

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You rush out of the bed, racking the closet for clothes. You take a good whiff of yourself repulsively – you hadn’t had a shower for 24 hours, but it wasn’t a priority right now – even after what had happened in the wee hours of the morning – and with your two fellow partners-in-crime gone, you put their soothing words and promises out of your mind, dashing right out the door past a toweled Tenryuu, who curses at you as you make your way down the stairs.

You messily don the formal wear you’d picked, praying that the old man was outside the compound by some miraculous turn of events to rush you to Teitan High.

What had you been thinking, giving credence to those two making sure the Admiral wouldn’t – !

You open the door to see the Admiral out of his uniform in a red shirt, holding aloft a box of what you guessed by scent to be fresh food. Your panic overtakes your senses as you open with a salute, your pants dropping to his amusement.

‘A – Admiral!’ You pull up your pants, stuttering as he holds up a hand, smiling. ‘I am so sorry, I – !’

‘Kid.’ He says in that gruff, soothing voice. ‘It’s all right.’ He raises an arm, gesturing for permission to enter. ‘May I?’

‘Y – Yes, sir, of course, sir!’ You salute almost comically, moving out of the way so he could enter.

The Admiral makes his way down the corridor, looking around as he makes his way to the common hall and setting himself on the couch almost casually, patting it to get a good feel and setting the box on the mismatched circular table it had been paired with.

‘Here; got you something from Mamiya’s.’ He presents the box, smiling through that thick mustache of his. ‘You like bao?’

‘I don’t mind it, sure.’ You answer hurriedly; as long as it kept the Admiral in a good mood, you’d say anything – you’d seen him enraged before and you doubted if you could survive a knock to your noggin.

Something hits you as you take a seat.

‘Admiral… isn’t there a meeting… now?’ As far as you knew it was almost 1400.

‘No. I…’ He chuckles, grimacing. ‘I believe I was a little overzealous in my endeavor; the Vice-Admiral will be briefing his Squadron on your discovery and I will sort out the issue of the recon to my own team this afternoon.’ He leans back, folding his hands on his belly. ‘Keep things a little quiet.’

You nod almost dumbly.

‘Mind if I take one?’ He gestures to the box.

He doesn't wait for your answer.

>‘Admiral, is there something wrong?’ (Guess)
>‘Did you have a good look at the recordings?’ (Refer to the recordings made from the unofficial task)
>‘I’m surprised you’re all right with me being so…’ (Cautious, talk about relationship with Division members)
>TASK: Atago's grave plot
>Write-In

>>278033
>TASK: Atago's grave plot
i need a favor, admiral

>>278033
>TASK: Atago's grave plot

>>278033
I think we should check why the lid went on before doing the TASK.
>‘Admiral, is there something wrong?’ (Guess)

>>278033
>TASK: Atago's grave plot

>>278033
>TASK: Atago's grave plot

>>278033
Atago plot

>>277800
So, is that common Knowledge or is the Admirality at least Aware of that?

Because if not the Commander really should mention the specifics of his dream if he himself can't come to the same conclusion so somebody else might.

Bad news, folks. Power is out for next 16 hours. No update for a while, but feel free to discuss among yourselves until those dicks fix the damn cables proper.

so did we pass out on day 15 or did we break in two shipgrils?

>>278228
Is there any chance of us getting a full version of what happened with Nagato and Takao at the end of day 15? Maybe some time after the thread goes into auto-sage? It's for purely scientific purposes, of course.

>>278730
Yes, I also would like it, same reasons as his.

>>278730
Same. We need as much detail as possible for research.

>>278730
I don't see why he wouldn't for those 2 after doing Houshou and Kaga's scene. Takao and Nagato are arguably two of the biggest favorites in the quest.

>>278730
>>279005
>>279101
Confident sidering our condition, I think we just cuddled with them while we slept. I don't think there were any lewds. We were to exhausted. And then, of course, it was, "Oh ny God, I'm late!"

>>279175
>Confident sidering our condition
Considering our condition.

How the heck is my tablet doing this me with autocorrect disabled?

>>279175
That's a good possibility.

Not to mention I'd prefer one on one scenes than another 3 way.

I personally want to see if Takao would turn into embarrassed nervous maiden when it came down doing the deed

We should really talk to Kaga soon. We've been giving her the cold shoulder ever since we had sex with her. It's like we're trying to break her heart and show her that we don't really care about her. It doesn't help how that act came about either.

We never thank her when she goes to bat for us, never call for her, despite how well knows us and how much she has been able to help us in the past. We never even acknowledge her unless she's right there in front of us. Our behavior toward her is not cool.

Both Takao and Nagato are awesome and getting with them is very much on my to-do list...but if we do so by dropping our other girls like a bad habit it will be a hollow one.

>>279382
over all, we gotta talk with everyone on team not just takao, kaga and nagato

we gotta make time

>>279382
Don't worry so much mate. We haven't really given her the cold shoulder I feel. We have just gone through a lot since we did the dirty with her and Houshou. Plus, now that we got a some days for R & R, we can hopefully have time for all the girls.

So long as we don't knock ourselves out for a week again, anyway.

>>279169
Temporarily have internet. Back down in 2 hours, so going to make next few posts quick:

I was given a warning for that scene back then and they warned me with a month's ban if I pulled that shit again. I'll post something now and be back in 12 hours because power is going out again.

I'll have a pastebin or a google doc for it later on.

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The Admiral is a little casual compared to your usual fare with him, but you’re not exactly uncomfortable with it. You’d never seen him like this before – even after this morning, it looked like things were rather grim all-round, but he didn’t even look the part of a military man right now. In fact, you would go as far to say that he looked the part of a visiting in-law rather than an Admiral for the Admiralty.

‘The girls broke you in, huh?’ The Admiral chuckles – you smile right back. ‘They’ll put you through the ringer if you’re not strict with them; but they’ll listen to you – before anything else, I give ‘em credit for being good soldiers.’ He grimaces, leaning back on the couch. ‘We owe ‘em enough for that alone.’

‘So you do think that they should be recognized as…’ You frown, trying to follow the Admiral’s conversation piece.

‘Heroes.’ He answers simply. Not with enthusiasm or zealous insistence – this was a man who was acknowledging something that, for him, was mere fact. ‘Like every Joe that made a drop or every Harry that made landing, heroes. I’ve been a military man all my life, Commander – sacrifice gives no thought to rank, background… only what you do in those last moments on that field for the people in their homes and at the kitchen counter watching.

‘I believe everyone out there with the guts to take a bullet for the man next to them is one – and the fact that they’re willing to do it a thousand times over without so much as a thank you…’ He takes another bao. ‘Makes ‘em all the more deserving of it, right?’

You neither nod nor do you shake your head. Your thoughts wander back to a certain conversation you had with Takao – Takao and her need for not her, but the sacrifice of one that was so close to her. You didn’t have the capacity to comprehend the lack of recognition – you hadn’t had a background in the military as extensive or as storied as any of those under your building or the man across from you, but whatever it was, you had promised that you would at least try.

‘That new chef is decent.’ The Admiral nods in approval, ‘I wonder how Mamiya was able to get him?’

‘Sir.’ You raise a hand to the Admiral, getting his attention. ‘I have a problem with m - !’

‘Kid,’ he brings a hand to his face, covering his eyes, ‘I swear if this is about – !’

‘No, it’s about what you just said,’ trying to latch on to something you could use to break through, ‘heroes, sir – you recognize the KanMusu as heroes.’

‘I do. As much as any other servicemen past and present.’

‘How are KanMusu remembered for their service?’

The Admiral stiffens, sighing as he takes another bite of the bao.

‘By a form and a name.’

>‘What about a proper burial ceremony?’
>‘Why the lack of recognition?’
>‘Isn’t there a cemetery or something?’
>'Anything keeping it to just those?'
>Write-In

>>281483
>>‘Isn’t there a cemetery or something?’

This world has the equivalent of the Vietnam memorial, WWI and II, etc. right?

>>281483
>‘Isn’t there a cemetery or something?’