>>615993
>>Trust that the escorts can handle it.

>>615993
>You need to help them!

>>615993
>Trust that the escorts can handle it.

Live, friday etc
This week, Warships gets 5.12, with promising high tier economy changes (read: it's cheaper to play tier 10) and upgrades

>>615993
>>You need to help them!
A is always A, Luthor is always Luthor, and Hoel, by any name, is always a Taffy.

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>>615993
>Trust that the escorts can handle it.
If things go down the drain we could always try finding a 20mm to hipfire

>>615993
>>Trust that the escorts can handle it.

>>615993
>Trust that the escorts can handle it.

>>615993
>Trust that the escorts can handle it.

>>615993
>>Trust that the escorts can handle it.

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>>615993
W-well, the escorts can totally handle things here, right? That's their job! You watch as the four Japanese destroyer girls start firing their guns into the rolling clouds, no doubt at approaching Abyssals you can't see from this distance...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>616271

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>616271

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>616271

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>>616271
Your hairs tingle with dread and your eyes are instinctively drawn downwards towards the water, where your heart practically stops from what you see.

Abyssals, with ghostly thing limbs, were clambering up the side of the Avelia, their sapphire eyes glowing in the night.

Shit. SHIT! They were trying to board the ship!

Your eyes dart around. The crew only had a few guns and flares for self defense. It wasn't a lot but Ka-class subs weren't particularly tough, anyways.

Or you could call the US detroyers or the shipgirls to support, but the shipgirls were pretty busy out in the storm and the Burkes weren't ideal for this kind of fighting...

But every second you dawdled, the closer they were getting to you...

>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.
>Call the Japanese shipgirls to help.
>Call the Burkes to help.
>Fight them off yourself.
>Other

>>616334
>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.

>>616334
>>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.

>>616334
>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.

>>616334

>Warn the crew and have them prepare

Get ANYTHING. Fire extinguishers, even fucking potatoes.

>>616334
>>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.

>>616334
>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.

We must wait until the most dramatic moment to reveal our true form!

>>616334
>>Warn the crew and have them prepare to repel boarders.
"Intruder Alert! This is not a Drill!"

It now occurs to me that we don't have any upgrades...

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>>616334
Your hands shiver and stumble as you try to pull the walkie talkie out of your raincoat.

"Captain!" You scream. "Abyssals are boarding the ship!"

"What?!" The Captain sputters. "Are you sure?!"

"I'M WATCHING THEM CRAWL RIGHT UP THE HULL!" You continue to yell. "If we don't do anything soon they'll be all over us!"

"Damnit..." The Captain seethes, though you could feel his uncertainty rolling out of even the radio. You look up at the bridge, and you can see the silhouettes of the crew dashing back and forth in confusion. If nobody did anything soon, this whole damn ship was doomed!

>Start maneuvering, throw them off!
>The crew needs to get out here and FIGHT!
>Abandon ship! Head for the escorts!
>Other

>>616493
>>Start maneuvering, throw them off!
Do a barrel roll!

>>616493
>>Start maneuvering, throw them off!

>>616493

>Start maneuvering, throw them off!

>>616493
>>Start maneuvering, throw them off!

>>616493
>Start maneuvering, throw them off!

>>616493
>>Start maneuvering, throw them off!

>>616493
>The crew needs to get out here and FIGHT!

>>616493
>>Abandon ship! Head for the escorts!

>>616493
>>Start maneuvering, throw them off!
If it comes to it, at least it'll throw off some of them.

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>>616493
"Start maneuvering! Throw them off!" You advise. Even she wasn't all that fast, the sheer weight that the Avelia could throw around when turning sharply and rapidly meant the inertia alone could throw would be climbers off.

"R-right!" The Captain agrees. "Helm! Start maneuvering! Alternate port and starboard turns!"

You can then feel the ship under you shift as the helmsman starts off with a hard starboard turn. The entire hull rumbles from the maneuver, and the Ka subs hesitate from the new unexpected move. A add to your luck, a massive wave crashes right into the turning Avelia, washing a good number of the Kas off like bugs on a windshield. The ship starts to shift again to port, and more Kas begin to lose their grips and fall back into the water.

Unfortunately, one stubbornly manages to hold on, climbing higher and higher and with one herculean leap, grabs a hand firmly on the rail, her one blue eye glaring at you.

>Kick her off!
>Shoot her off!
>Run!
>Other

>>616589
>Kick her off!

>>616589
>>Kick her off!

>>616589
>>Kick her off!
Woel KICK!

>>616589
>>Kick her off!
>SPARTA.jpg

>>616589
>Kick her off!

We should arm ourselves with a pipe or something.

>>616589
>Shoot her off!

>>616589
>>Kick her off!

>>616589
>>Kick her off!

>>616589
>Kick her off!

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>>616589
>punch her off!

>>616589
>>Kick her off!

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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>616589
"GET THE HELL OFF OF MY SHIP!" You screech at the encroaching Abyssal as you aim a sharp kick at its face.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>616670

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>616670
I AM SICK OF THE MOTHERF***IBNG ABYSSALS ON MY MOTHERF***ING SHIP!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>616670

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>616670

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>616670
No one will notice if we use are ship girl stranth for just one kick right?

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>>616677
>off by one

>>616677
>>616680
>>616683
And now the abyssal is gripping our leg.

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>>616702
>inb4 "No, Abyssal-dono! Yamete!"

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>>616670
You aim your kick, which connects solidly with the the Abyssal's face, smashing apart the ugly ass breathing mask covering its mouth. The Abyssal reels back, and her one handhold on the railing comes loose.

Unfortunately, her other arms finds purchase on your leg, which grabs onto your exposed ankle, and her weight and gravity takes care of the rest, pulling you up and over the rail, sending the two of you toppling towards the raging and roiling waters below.

>Make a grab for the railing.
>Land on the water ready to fight.
>Other

>>616758
>Land on the water ready to fight.

>>616758
>>Land on the water ready to fight.
That's two water fist fights in as many threads.

>>616758
>Make a grab for the railing.

>>616758
>>Land on the water ready to fight

>>616758
>Make a grab for the railing.

Last thing we need is some blue on blue.

>>616758
>Make a grab for the railing.

>>616758
>>Land on the water ready to fight.

>>616758
>>Land on the water ready to fight.

>>616758
>>Make a grab for the railing.

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>>616758
You know that there's no way you were getting back on the ship at this point. Your best and only course of action was to hit the water fighting. You finally summon your Rig, shoving your arm mounted cannon right into the Ka's eye and blowing its skull off in one smooth motion. You then adjust your balance so you land on the water on your feet, sending frothy seawater spraying everywhere. The Ka-class subs that had been washed off the hull previously are waiting below for you, and you quickly make short work of them, lobbing depth charges as fast as your launchers could cycle. Your 5 inch guns also start swiveling independently, taking out targets. Up those close, the rather fragile Kas were no match for you, and the Abyssals quickly begin to flee.

With a brief moment of respite, you finally try to guage the situation around you. You glance at the Avelia, which was now rapidly gaining distance from you as it tried to speed away from danger. You could see searchlight beams sweeping across the water. Did they see you fall overboard?

Meanwhile, over the sound of the thunder and waves, you could hear the 5 inch cannons of the Burkes booming as they lobbed shells into the stormfront.

Of the Japanese shipgirls, there was no sign. Did they head deeper into the storm?

>Get back to the ship.
>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.
>These Abyssals are after you, not the convoy. You need to lead them away.
>Other

>>616888
>>These Abyssals are after you, not the convoy. You need to lead them away.

the trips tho

>>616888
>Get back to the ship.

>>616888
>>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.

>>616888
>>These Abyssals are after you, not the convoy. You need to lead them away.
Hopefully, we won't accidentally get spotted by our own guys.

>>616888
>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.

>>616888
>>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.

>>616888
>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.
if woels the target, going out alone as a aggro pull is foolish, that's just asking to be captured and made "beautiful"

>>616888
Get back to the ship.

>>616888
>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.

>>616888
>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.

>>616888
>>Make sure those shipgirls are okay.

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>>616888
First things first, you needed to make sure those Japanese shipgirls were okay. The fact that they haven't turned up yet was worrying...

But how to make sure? Shooting out a radio call was the easiest way, but with all these Abyssals present... they only had a vague idea of where you were right now. A radio call would make your position easier to narrow down.

Or you could just go in and do it the old fashioned way...

>Radio a message.
>Go in and check on them in person.
>Other

>>617027
>Go in and check on them in person.
Does our rig look more abyssal or shipgirl?

>>617027
>>Go in and check on them in person.

>>617027
>>Radio a message.

>>617027
>>Radio a message.

>>617036
Last I checked, we were Abyssal as fuck. Hopefully, our clothes will distinguish us.

>>617027
>Go in and check on them in person.

This way at least we are less likely to lead MORE Abyssals to DD6.

>>617027
>Go in and check on them in person.

>>617027
>>Go in and check on them in person.

>>617027
Might wanna try to keep a healthy distance away, though.

>>617027
>Go in and check on them in person.

>>617027
>Go in and check on them in person.

>>617027
>>617057
Forgot:
>Go in and check on them in person.

>>617027
>>Go in and check on them in person.
And if anyone asks, Woel is German

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Rolled 10, 18, 9, 6 = 43 (4d20)

>>617027
Damnit, you couldn't risk sending out a radio message. You didn't know their comms or encryption so you you'd have to communicate to them over an open channel. The last thing you wanted to do with Abyssals after your ass.

So instead, you power up your boilers and drive towards the roiling stormclouds...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>617096

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>617096
GOTA GO FAST

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>617096
Here comes the snow!

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>617096

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>617096

>>617098
Nice roll, anon!

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>>617113
It's my first time rolling high in this quest, it's so exciting.

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>>617096
You sail into the stormfront, braving the sharp winds and constant rain smacking your body and blurring your optics. Thankfully, you've still got that good old American radar, which proves a help in maintaining your bearings. You catch four tightly clustered contacts, surrounded by a much looser formation of contacts.

You suspected that the four young destroyer girls overextended or were lured too far into the storm, where they were quickly surrounded. From what you could tell, there were at least eight destroyers and two light cruisers surrounding them.

Things seemed to be at a tense standoff, with neither side trying to engage. But you knew that this waiting game was favoring the Abyssals. Every second wasted was another second the convoy was getting farther away, risking the girls getting completely cut off.

However, the Abyssals didn't seem to notice you were behind them. Or did they think you were one of them?

Shit, what would the destroyer girls think if they saw you?

>Fuck it, charge right in and help them!
>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.
>Other

>>617202
>>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.

>>617202
>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away

>>617202
>Fuck it, charge right in and help them!

>>617202
>>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.
Guardian Angel Big Sister time?

>>617202
>>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.

>>617202
>>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.

>>617202
>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.

>>617202
>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.
Let's try to Ghost this!

>>617202
>>Attack from a distance and see if you can draw the Abyssals away.

Reminder that Hoel is beautiful.

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>>617253
We know, anon, we know.

I honestly expected Woel to have reached Japan by now. How long has it been since Hoel left Norfolk for the Falklands?

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>>617202
Despite your desire the help the Japanese destroyers in distress, you didn't want to risk revealing yourself, as well. So you stay a ways back, taking careful aim with your guns and thanking the US Navy for having the foresight to develop radar fire control.

Now that you've gotten a little closer, you can get a better read of what you're facing. Eight destroyers and four Ri-class light cruisers. The destroyers were easier targets, but the Ris were probably the local commanders. Taking them out could sow some confusion.

Then again, you do recall that Abyssal destroyers were highly unpredictable when not under any command...

>Hit the destroyers to open up a path of retreat for the shipgirls.
>Hit the Ri-classes to sow some confusion.
>Other

>>617292
>Hit the destroyers to open up a path of retreat for the shipgirls.

>>617292
>>Hit the Ri-classes to sow some confusion.

>>617292
>>Hit the destroyers to open up a path of retreat for the shipgirls.

>>617292
>>Hit the destroyers to open up a path of retreat for the shipgirls.

>>617292
>>Hit the destroyers to open up a path of retreat for the shipgirls.

>>617292
>>Other: Shock and Awe. Hit EVERYTHING as hard as you can and hope that DD6 takes advantage of the panic to flee.

>>617292
>Hit the Ri-classes to sow some confusion.

>>617292
>>Hit the destroyers to open up a path of retreat for the shipgirls.

>>617292 #
>>Hit the Ri-classes to sow some confusion.

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>>617292
...

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>>617337
From your position, it was impossible to miss. Your 5 inch cannons roar as the pump shells downrange, each one focusing on a different target. Four of the destroyers immediately go down, blowing them to pieces. The Ri-class cruisers instantly turn to face you, classifying you as a new threat. This was the perfect time to for those destroyers to-

"CHAAAAARGE!" You hear one of the Japanese destroyers yell as they start opening up with all guns blazing.

GOD DAMNIT

>Yell at them to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ALREADY
>It looks like they've got things handled here...
>You might as well help them out...
>Other

>>617357
>>It looks like they've got things handled here...
>>617357

>>617357
>>Yell at them to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ALREADY
"HEY AKATSUKI! ATLANTA'S COMING!"

>>617357
>You might as well help them out...
Maybe a potshot or torpedo.

>>617357
>>It looks like they've got things handled here...

I'm sure they know what they doing so its best to retire back to our ship.

>>617357
>It looks like they've got things handled here...
Time to vanish mysteriously. The captain will back up our alibi, right?

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>>617357
>>Yell at them to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ALREADY
Imperial Japan would be proud

>>617369
"AND SO ARE HARDER AND BONEFISH"

>>617357
>>It looks like they've got things handled here...

>>617357
>It looks like they've got things handled here...

>>617357
>It looks like they've got things handled here...

>>617357
>>It looks like they've got things handled here...

>>617357
>>It looks like they've got things handled here...

>>617357
>>>617357 #
>>Yell at them to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ALREADY

>>617357
>>It looks like they've got things handled here...

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>>617357
You linger behind for a second to watch as the spunky little destroyers slammed right into the backs of the distracted Ri-class cruisers, shredding them apart with close range cannon fire. You can't help but grin a bit. You think Hoel and the others would like them a lot if they were here.

Anyways, it looked like they had things handled here. However, you still had your own problems. The Avelia was already pretty damn far away, and you suspect the crew had already written you off as lost at sea. If you hurried now, maybe you could catch up with them. But considering the convoy was on high alert, they could mistake you for an Abyssal...

Then again, you were already fairly close Japan. If you played it smart, you could sneak into Japan from the sea before sunrise.

>Try to link back up with the convoy.
>Head for Japan yourself.
>Other

>>617425
>Try to link back up with the convoy.

>>617425
>>Try to link back up with the convoy.
If we went by ourselves, what would we do? We don't even speak Japanese

>>617425
>>Head for Japan yourself.
the potential for shenanigans is too high to resist, also probably pretty easy for woel to pass for a cosplayer if she lands near a big city.

>>617425
>>Try to link back up with the convoy.
Last thing we need is for a guy to head over to Maryland and give her a letter of us being MIA, and give her a heart attack.

>>617425
>Try to link back up with the convoy.

>>617425
>Try to link back up with the convoy.

>>617425
>>Try to link back up with the convoy.

>>617425
>>Try to link back up with the convoy.

>>617425
>Head for Japan yourself.

Screw having a passport.

>>617425
>>Try to link back up with the convoy.

>>617425 #
>Try to link back

>>617425
>>Try to link back up with the convoy.

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>>617425
You start sailing out of the storm front, and finally break out to more stable waters. Unfortunately, you're dismayed to find out that the convoy was much farther out than you had initially thought, now just distant specks over the horizon. You see a pair of helicopters, no doubt dispatched from the Burkes, making their way over to the Japanese shipgirls, no doubt to pick them up.

Damn, you were going to have to just be fast, then.

Unfortunately, your radar starts to act up, as your skin starts to crawl. You peek over your shoulder to see more sapphire eyes glowing in the dark, eying you from a distance. Shadowing you. You were already cut off from the convoy. They could take all the time in the world to trail you.

Who knows how many were still out there?

>Outrun them.
>Fight them.
>Other

>>617507
>>Outrun them.
Maybe Woel has better luck on her boilers

>>617507
>Outrun them.

>>617507
>Outrun them.
Too bad Woel only has the radar upgrade and not the diesel engines as well.

>>617507
>>Outrun them.

>>617507
>>Outrun them.

>>617507
>Outrun them.

I hope we have a somewhat macabre Abyssal sleeping cap.

>>617507
>Outrun them.

>>617507
>>Outrun them.
RUN AS IF THE MP CAUGHT YOU DRINKING TORPEDO JUICE

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>>617520
Wouldn't it just be painted-on Abyssal skulls?

>>617507
>Outrun them.

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Rolled 20, 11, 16 = 47 (3d20)

>>617507
Shit, SHIT. You couldn't afford to stay and fight. You needed to get back to the convoy! You pour more fire into your boilers, trying to eke out as much speed as you could.

All the while the Abyssals tried to keep pace with you from behind...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>617547
well shit, they got a 20.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>617547

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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>617547
LUCKY SHIP WILL SEE US THROUGH

>>617553
huh, guess we got one too.

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>>617553
>20 meets their 20

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>>617553
WELL

Do you want to bank the 20 for a FATE POINT? You can do that, but it won't guarantee that you'll decisively beat the Abyssal's 20!

You currently only have 1 FATE POINT.

>Y
>N

>>617566
>N

>>617566
>>N

>>617566
>N

>>617566
>N

>>617566
>>N

>>617566
N

>>617566
>N

>>617566
>>N

>>617547
>20
I expect the Abyssals to be extra salty that their 2spoopy bullshit didn't work

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>>617566
Thankfully, the Abyssals can't even catch up to you, and it's not just due to your speed.

Strangely, and against all expectations, you see shells falling among and exploding against the Abyssals, scattering them and shredding not just their bodies, but their formation, too. The shelling was fierce and brutal.

And it wasn't coming from the convoy escorts. In fact, the fire was coming from the complete opposite direction! Your radar lights up with over a dozen new contacts, moving fast and in tight formation. They definitely weren't Abyssals, but... you've never seen contacts like these before. Definitely shipgirls, but not a type you were familiar with.

However, you see a pair of them break off from the main battle and start heading towards YOU.

They.. whoever they are, could possibly think you were one of the Abyssals too, r-right?

>I come in peace!
>RUN AWAY
>Other

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY

>>617615
>RUN AWAY

>>617615
>RUN AWAY
It's the shipgirl CIA here to take Woel into custody.

>>617615
>RUN AWAY

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY

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>>617615
>>617615
>>RUN AWAY

>>617624
Or worse: Vahlen's Artificial Shipgirls

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY
We are going to get 6 shots in the back

>>617615
>>I come in peace!

Abyssals Sans Frontiers WHEN

>>617615
>Other
Disengage Rig!

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY

>>617615 #
>>I come in peace

Guys, does Woel have anything to indicate she's an Abyssal when she disengages her Rig?
Because, if she doesn't, why not disengage the Rig and pretend to be the cargo ship's crewman that went overboard?

>>617650
She's unnaturally pale and has white/silver hair and orange eyes

>>617655
This, any makeup stuff she had on probably got washed off too

>>617655
The crew of the Avelia didn't seem to notice.

>>617615
>>RUN AWAY
NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

>>617660
I'm gonna bet that Woel showed up to volunteer wearing thick clothes, a scarf, a hat, sunglasses, and said that she's an albino

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Rolled 10, 7, 2, 17, 12, 2 = 50 (6d20)

>>617615
Your first instinct is to run. Run as fast as you can. You keep your boilers flaring at maximum power as you try to gain more distance. However, the two incoming contacts, while a little slower than you, are still well within gun range...


>Roll 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>617672

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>617672

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>617672

>>617674
Dayum! I think we should finally bank it though, since we have only 1 fate point left.

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>>617674
Hot damn, Woel is on a roll

>>617674
sweet.

Woel is pretty good at running away from her problems.

>>617680
Gotta go fast.

>>617674
Hey wait, considering how her counterpart, Hoel, had an engine upgrade, maybe she's getting some extra speed too as a side effect?

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>>617674
WELP

Do you want to bank this crit for a FATE POINT? You currently have 1!

>Y
>N

>>617703
>>N

>>617703
>Y

>>617703
>>Y

>>617703
>Y

>>617703
>Y

>>617703
>>Y

>>617703
>>N

>>617703
>>Y

>>617703
Y

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>>617703
>FATE POINT GAINED
>You now have two points!

Thankfully, you're still far away enough that the incoming contacts can't land a solid hit on you, and they begin to fall further behind before giving up altogether, circling back to finish off the remaining Abyssals.

You finally breathe a sigh of relief, and start chasing after the convoy again. Soon enough, you can see the Avelia, still afloat. But you could immediately tell something was wrong.

The entire ship was dark. In a panic, you speed up to inspect it closer. There wasn't any obvious damage, though it was still dark, it was tough to see anyways. But you do note that the ship was listing slightly and the lifeboats were missing. Did the crew abandon ship?

>The Avelia is done for. Keep going.
>You need to find out what happened to her.
>Other

>>617744
>>The Avelia is done for. Keep going.

>>617744
>>The Avelia is done for. Keep going.

>>617744
>You need to find out what happened to her.

>>617744
>>You need to find out what happened to her.

>>617744
>>You need to find out what happened to her.

>>617744
>>You need to find out what happened to her.

>>617744
>The Avelia is done for. Keep going.

>>617744
>>You need to find out what happened to her.

>>617744
>You need to find out what happened to her

>>617744
>>You need to find out what happened to her.

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>>617744
You had to find out what happened to her. You sail up closer to the ship. You see rope ladders dangling off the side, sure signs that the crew had abandoned ship. At least it provided you a way to get up to the top deck. You get to the top, and suddenly, you feel a bit of sadness.

Sure, the ship was only a temporary home at best, and you never had any particular connection to her, but still. It was a bit sad to see a ship to be left in the cold and dark like this.

Well, at least that meant the both of you had something in common, there.

You clamber up to the darkened top deck, and then make your way up to the bridge, which likewise was uncharacteristically dark. Going inside, you saw it was still populated with all of the random knickknacks, souvenirs, and decorations every ship bridge had. Further reinforcing the fact at how quickly everybody apparently left.

However, what you do find is the ship's logbook, or at least, where the logbook should have been. There's a note, hastily scribbled and posted on the desk.

>COLE

>TOOK A TORPEDO HIT. CONTAINED FLOODING BUT ENGINE WAS DAMAGED. FORCED TO ABANDON SHIP WITH REST OF CONVOY. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, WE STAYED AS LONG AS WE COULD.

>I'M SORRY

So.... alone all again. You guess this was your lot in life, huh?

You didn't even need your radar to let you know that the ship was being boarded at this point. The loud clanging and barely comprehensible shouting outside was enough proof. They'd probably be barging in to the bridge any second now.

>Face them down one last time.
>Time to break out.
>Other

>>617799
>Face them down one last time.

>>617799
>>Face them down one last time.
Might as well see what's chasing us.

>>617799
Face them down one last time.

>>617799
>Time to break out.

>>617799
>Face them down one last time.

>>617799
>Time to break out.

>>617799
>>Face them down one last time.

>>617799
>Time to break out.
Don't give up now

>>617799
>>Time to break out.
Fuck off cunts!

>>617799
>>Time to break out.

>>617799 #
>Face them down

>>617799
>>Face them down one last time.

GUYS, WOEL COVER NAME IS COLE

>>617799
>>Time to break out.
get the fuck out of doge.

>>617799
>Time to break out.

>>617799
>Time to break out.

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>>617799
Well, fuck it. If these bastards wanted a fight, you might as well give them one. You stand up, resummoning your Rig as you take aim at the the door...

Only to see the the face of a little girl pop up through the door's window, with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.

"The fuck!" You yelp in surprise as you instinctively pull the trigger, blasting the window.

"Xaxaxaxaxaxa!" The girl laughs as she shuffles away before your shot even lands. "Too slowest of shooting!"

Before you can even wrap your head around the poorly worded and heavily accented phrase, the bridge door is kicked down, revealing a very hard edged and grim faced shipgirl. Cruiser level, at least. She aims a massive 7 inch gun right at your face, but doesn't immediately fire.

And then she starts speaking Russian. Not at you, of course, but to one of her compatriots over the radio.

>FUCKING REDS
>Um... hi?
>Other

>>617861
>Um... hi?

>>617861
>>FUCKING REDS

Oh look, it's *this* character again

>>617861
>>FUCKING REDS

>>617861
>>FUCKING REDS

>>617861
>FUCKING REDS

>>617861
>>Um... hi?
Oh Russians.

>>617861
>>FUCKING REDS

>>617861 #
>Um... hi?

>>617861
>Um... hi?

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>>617861
"FUCKING REDS!" You scowl as you keep your cannon raised. Sure they were once allies during the War, but you had read up on the shit that happened afterwards, and you learned that Russians were not particularly savory people. Hell, this cruiser here didn't seem to be the friendliest of faces around.

"Kirov! Is this way to treat friend?" A slightly larger and older woman with long wavy hair strides in slaps the Russian cruiser on the back hard, knocking her out of her fighting stance. Of course she's speaking in horribly accented and broken English.

"We cannot trust her, Sevastapol." The cruiser pouts. Her English seems to be a lot more fluent. "We don't know who she is."

"Of course we know!" Sevastapol chortles as she glances at you. "Pale skin, 5 inch gun, and runs away very fast? Is obvious who she is!"

"Who?" Kirov raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, who?" You raise an eyebrow.

"She is German, of course!" Sevastapol laughs.

You... you're not even sure how this Russian battleship even came to that conclusion.

>I'm a red blooded American!
>Um... Danke?
>Other

>>617861
>>Um... hi?
BTW Merc, what's the political situation with the Yellow and Red countries?

>>617887
>>I'm a red blooded American!
NO SERIOUSLY I AM!

>>617887
>"Pale skin, 5 inch gun, and runs away very fast? Is obvious who she is!"

>"She is German, of course!" Sevastapol laughs.

I love this Russian

>>617887
>>Um... Danke?
JA! JA!
I'M TOTALLY GERMAN
I WAS GUARDING THIS SCHIFFE
BUT THE ABYSSAL DUMMKOPFS CAME
AND MADE EVERYTHING GO TO SCHIESSE

>>617887
>I'm a red blooded American!

>>617887
>>Um... Danke?

>>617887
>Um... Danke?

>>617887
>>Um... Danke?

>>617887
>Um... Danke?

quick we need a name for a certain geman ship....what do you suggest anonz

>>617912
Schneideshwartz

>Tashkent
Fukken meme

>>617887
I like this

>>617912
KRAUT DESTROYERS FROM Z23 AND UP HAVE NO NAMES BECAUSE SOMEONE GOT LAZY

>>617912
Z10 Hans Lody

>>617920
COME UP WITH A RANDOM NUMBER HIGHER THAN 23 AND ADD A Z AT THE START

>>617923
Z69

>>617926
They only went up to 50.

>>617927
BUT DO THE REDS KNOW THAT?

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>>617887
"Um... ja! Ja!" You nod quickly. Well, if these Russians were gonna think you were German, you might as well humor them. It was better than trying to explain to them that you were half Abysal. "I am a proud German of the Kriegsmarine!"

Kirov gives you a venomous glare, which is immediately dispelled by Sevastapol's apparently endless good mood.

"Is all right! We are all friends here!" The battleship laughs as she slaps Kirov's back again. "Besides, Tashkent is of needing new friend! Is of good sign to see other ship as fast as her! Even if she is silly German!"

"I will be keeping an eye on you, Fascist." Kirov glowers.

"Sure thing, Communist." You reply

"See? You two such good friends already!" Sevastapol says happily.

Just what did you get yourself into...?

>And that's it for tonight! We'll be going back to Hoel next week! Don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!

>>617927
hey hey. I was just following orders. Besides how is Cole supposed to know?

>>617931
Cheers Merc.

>>617931
Thanks Merc!