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>>762230
Meanwhile, the C-130's engines roar and its nose points almost vertical as the pilot fights to claw as much altitude as quickly as possible. This low, his plane would be vulnerable to Abyssal aircraft and flak. Thankfully, all of the deployed aircraft manage to form a defensive cloud around the transport plane as it reaches a safe distance.

"Is everybody all right?" Enterprise asks with concern, particularly for you and Portland.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" You assure her as you scramble back up to your feet. "Sweet Pea?"

"Operational." Portland says simply as she gets up and adjusts her glasses.

"Enterprise, what's the situation?" North Carolina asks, getting straight to business.

"Hmmmm..." Enterprise closes her eyes, no doubt "seeing" through the eyes of her planes, using them as scouts. "I see three distinct Abyssal battlegroups, and I think the Japanese shipgirls. Hmmm..."

"I don't like the sound of that." Washington mutters.

"They have a rather large destroyer and light cruiser force chasing down our allies, whose retreat is being slowed by Abyssal air attacks." Enterprise frowns, her eyes still closed. That means there's an Abyssal carrier group somewhere out there. I also see formation of Abyssal battleships supported by heavy cruisers trying to link up with the lighter formation...

"So which one are we gonna wreck?" Iowa cracks her knuckles. "I'm gettin' tired just standing around here!"

>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.
>Hit the battleships. The Abyssals can't strike the killing blow without heavy firepower.
>Try to link up with the Japanese shipgirls and fight off the Abyssal light force.
>Other

>>762235
>>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.

>>762235
>>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.
Step One is *always* to take control of the skies. And Step Two is to *always* have a way out. We can go for the rest after the carrier threat is neutralized.

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>>762235
>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.

Time for ships!

>>762235
>>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.
WOOOT! It's that time of the week again!

Also, Always go for securing air superiority first.

>>762235
>>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.

>>762235
>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.

>>762235
>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.

>Abyssal battleships
Is it time for Re?

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Reminder that Beauty isn't just skin deep.

You can't remove every cell. It'll always come back.

>>762235
>Find the carriers. Without the air attacks the Japanese can safely withdraw.

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>>762235
"Enterprise, can you get into contact with the Japanese shipgirls?" Portland asks.

"No, and I can't get into contact with the plane, either." Enterprise shakes her head. "It looks like the Abyssals have some powerful communications jamming in the area."

"Like at the Falklands..." Portland mutters.

"I can try communicating through them with my planes, but they'd have to get through the Abyssal air group as well." Enterprise points out. "I can have Hornet, Midway, and White Plains' aircraft assist, but I can't possibly refuel and rearm them all by myself..."

"Well then, the simple thing to do is hit their carriers!" You grin. "We can all hit 30 knots right? We can run them down and knock them all out in one fell swoop!"

"I think I can get an approximate location based on their flight paths." Enterprise nods.

"We do that, and they'll see us before we see them." North Carolina warns. "And I guarantee you that battleship formation is going to turn around and try and his us in the back."

>We stick together and try to outrun them.
>The battleships can keep them busy.
>Me and Sweet Pea can keep them busy.
>Other

>>762472
>The battleships can keep them busy.

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>>762472
>The battleships can keep them busy.

So who would you guys say are the "kids" of the USN's shipgirl fleet?

>>762472
>Me and Sweet Pea can keep them busy.

>>762472
>The battleships can keep them busy.

These are two Nor Cors and a fucking Iowa, they should be able to handle the enemy BBs.

>>762472
>The battleships can keep them busy.

>>762472
>>The battleships can keep them busy.
BBs aren't necessary for killing carriers, and two of the three we have can't make 30 knots.

>>762472
>>The battleships can keep them busy.

>>762472
>>The battleships can keep them busy.

BBs vs BBs, aw yeah.

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>>762472
"Hey Iowa, you think you, Carolina, and Wash can handle them?" You ask the lead battleship.

"Of course we can!" Iowa winks with a confident grin. "Ain't that right, ladies?"

"It's not the first time." North Carolina shrugs.

"And it won't be the last!" Washington finishes.

"Don't you worry, we'll hold down the rear!" Iowa continues. "You girls go on ahead and show those carriers who's boss!"

"Will do." Portland nods as she fires up her engines. "Come on, Hoel. Enterprise, just stay behind us and manage the air battle."

"Of course!" Enterprise nods. Up above, you can see the combined air wings reforming and splitting off into multiple directions like flocks of birds as they scanned the ocean for the opposing carriers.

"Oh, they already know we're here." Enterprise frowns.

Your radar picks it up first, little dots speeding toward each other and then mixing together in a chaotic swirl. The signature sign of an aerial dogfight. Your optics confirm it seconds later as you can see twisting contrails and machine gun tracers.

"I predict they'll start retasking their air groups to focus on us within two minutes." Enterprise warns.

"Me and Hoel both have solid AA suites. I think we can hold them." Portland assures them.

>Move off ahead of the group. You'll draw enemy attention and put additional pressure on the carriers.
>Stay together so you can concentrate your AA firepower.
>Other

>>762575
>Stay together so you can concentrate your AA firepower.

>>762575
>>Stay together so you can concentrate your AA firepower.

>>762575
>>Stay together so you can concentrate your AA firepower.
Stick with doctrine. Big E may be indestructible, but the other carriers aren't, and our job is to be an AA barge for them, to deal with anything that leaks past the CAP.

>>762575
>>Stay together so you can concentrate your AA firepower.
I'm just using World of Warships tactics at the moment.

>>762575
>Move off ahead of the group. You'll draw enemy attention and put additional pressure on the carriers.

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>>762497
DE's and LDR

>>762575
>Stay together so you can concentrate your AA firepower

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>>762575
"First wave incoming!" Enterprise calls out the warning.

Indeed, your radar begins lighting up with dozens of new contacts. Swarms of Abyssal fighters in form of those damn chittering skulls appear over the horizon, and already, flights of Hellcats and Crusaders surge forward to meet them. Gunfire roars and explosions ripple across the sky as fighters from both sides tear into each other.

However, your radar detects more threats, much lower, just skimming over the water.

"Torpedo bombers coming in three o' clock!" You warn.

"I see them." Portland sails into place just off Enterprise's starboard side, her AA guns barking and throwing clouds of flak and tracers into the path of the oncoming bombers.

>Help Portland repel the bombers.
>Help Enterprise thin out the Abyssal fighters and free up her own.
>Other

>>762754
>Help Enterprise thin out the Abyssal fighters and free up her own.

>>762754
>Help Portland repel the bombers.

>>762754
>>Help Portland repel the bombers.
Fuck fuck fuck, nope. DIE DIE DIE NAO!

>>762754
>>Help Portland repel the bombers.

Better to take care of the torp bombers, compared to firing into an effective melee.

>>762754
>Help Enterprise thin out the Abyssal fighters and free up her own.

>>762754
>Help Portland repel the bombers.
The bombers are more of a threat at the moment.

>>762754
>>Help Portland repel the bombers.

>>762754
>>Help Portland repel the bombers.
Turn on Defensive Fire II consumables!

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>>762754
You take you position on Portland's flank, standing directly between the approaching Abyssal bombers and Enterprise. Her CAP flights were too busy repelling the high flying dive bombers and their escort fighters or scouting to spare any additional planes to intercept the torpedo bombers.

You radar was picking up contacts approaching clear as day, and your cannons and guns immediately swivel in place and begin firing, adding your own firepower to Portland's relentless barrage.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>762877

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>762877

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>762877
nat 20

>>762877
>nat 1'd

>>762877
That one is for the abyssals, right?

Right?

>>762886
>>762888
Do we have SNOW?

>>762888
Well, we certainly tied at least one of them.

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>>762945
But it's Halloween anon! A little disappointed there's no halloween-themed session.

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>>762877
The air in front of you and Portland is thick with tracers and flak as you both of you lay down a punishing hail of AA fire. 20mm, 40mm, and 5 inch shells fly, tearing Abyssal fighters out of the sky and in some cases completely blowing them apart. Planes fall into sea like rain, but they're like locusts. Every bomber you shoot down, another squadron takes its place.

But you do manage keep the bombers at bay, keeping them out of attack range from Enterprise.

However, your radar cues you to a new threat. One squadron of Abyssal bombers appears to have broken off from the main swarm. It looks like they've given up trying to make a suicide run for Enterprise and are instead gunning for the next best target, Portland herself. It seemed like the cruiser didn't even realize they were gunning for her, and she was too focused on the main swarm in front of her to be able to do much about it anyways.

Damnit, Portland has the better AA output. If she's taken out or forced to reposition, it could create a hole in your defense net the Abyssal could exploit.

But if you could knock them out before they could get in range of Portland...

>Warn Portland to dodge the incoming torps.
>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.
>Other

>>762975
>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.

>>762975
>>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.

>>762975
>>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.

>>762975
>>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.

>>762975
>>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.

>>762975
>>Warn Portland to dodge the incoming torps.

With warning Portland should be able to maneuver around the torps, and better she be forced to reposition while firing than be taken out.

If she can't dodge in time, she might still be able to survive. And harsh as it is to say, if she doesn't, the cold calculus is that she's less of a loss than E.

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>>762975
>>Try to intercept the bombers targeting Portland.

>>762966
>Portland dresses up with plenty of padding

>>762975
>Warn Portland to dodge the incoming torps.

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>>762975
"Sweet Pea, watch your six!" You grin as loop around behind Portland, playfully slapping her on the butt as you pass. "Or a big mean Abyssal will sneak up on ya!"

"W-what?" Portland blinks in surprise, but her guns keep up their fire. Her eyes then dart to the right for a brief second and she immediately understands the situation. "I can handle things here, Hoel."

You give her a brief, casual salute before spinning around and heading off to intercept the wayward Abyssal squadron.

The Abyssal bombers drop speed for a moment, not expecting to be intercepted like this, but they quickly pick up speed, committing to the attack. There was no turning back at this point.

Your guns swivel and lock into position, ready and waiting.

>Roll 1d20

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>>763034
>Taffy 3 decide to go as Abyssals to scare the crap out of everyone
>It goes poorly

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>763080

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>763080

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>763080

>>763087
>>763093
>>763095
Welp.

>>763102
M-maybe the 14 was for portland, and the 3 for the abyssals

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>763147
TOO FUCKING LATE

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>>763080
Your AA guns begin to bark and roar, tearing most of the torpedo bombers out of the sky, sending them crashing into the sea, but there's simply too many of them to handle on your own. Three Abyssal bombers zip over you, so low you can actually see the long and thin torpedoes stowed on their bellies. Your 5-inch cannons immediately swivel to track them, but its too late. The bombers drop their torpedoes just seconds before they're blasted point blank from your cannons.

"Sweet Pea! Incoming!" You scream.

Portland eyes you and the approaching torpedoes and refuses to budge.

"This is fine." Portland grimaces as she shoots down another squadron of Abyssal bombers. "We can't let any of these bombers through."

No doubt she was hoping the torps weren't on target. Or maybe she really was okay being the sacrificial lamb.

>She's right, you know.
>She's being dumb. Big E's got her own AA too!
>Other

>>763166
>>She's right, you know.

>>763166
>>She's right, you know.
Inb4 the bombers dropped too close and the torpedoes didn't arm.

>>763166
>>She's right, you know.

>>763166
>>She's being dumb. Big E's got her own AA too!

She can't keep helping if she's dead, better dodge the torps then keep fighting.

>>763166
>She's being dumb. Big E's got her own AA too!

>>763166 #
>She's being dumb. Big E's got her own AA too!

>>763166
>She's right, you know.
i'll trust her on this.

>>763166
>>She's right, you know.

>>763166
>She's right, you know.

>>763166
>>She's right, you know.
Sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do...

>>763166
>>Other
Put some fire in their patch. Maybe we can detonate them before they strike home.

>>763282
Path, rather.

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>>763166
...

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>>763297
Well shit

>>763297
......[PANIC]

Dear god just who was this for?

>>763297
Oh hell. You people just had to forget San Fran's warning, didn't you? Now the Abyss will taunt that we let Portland die.

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>>763297
You grit your teeth. You know there's nothing you can do to get Portland to change her mind, and those torps were going too fast for you to outrun.

True to her word, Portland doesn't budge until every last bomber cleared from the sky. Unfortunately, that's all the time the torpedoes need.

One of the torpedoes thankfully go wide, but two of them are on target, and you're helpless to watch as they explode directly underneath Portland, briefly obscuring her in a cloud of mist and sweater.

"SWEET PEA!" You scream.

"Portland!" Enterprise gasps, her awareness snapped back to her own eyes after busy managing the numerous air wings in the sky.

You immediately steam up to Portland's location, the mix of oil and blood slicking on the ocean's surface not being a good sign. When the smoke and mist clear, you can see the full extent of the damage.

Portland's right leg is completely gone below the knee. Like, not broken or mangled, just straight off GONE. Her left leg didn't look to be much better, heavily battered and bruised from the shock of the blast. Already, her faeries were swarming out of her Rig to perform damage control, patching up holes opened up in her Rig and sealing her grievous leg wound.

"Nothing a stay in drydock won't fix." Portland grunts as she adjusted her skewed glasses. You can tell she's in really great pain, despite the calm facade she puts up.

"YOUR WHOLE FUCKING LEG'S OFF!" You cry.

"I've had worse." Portland replies simply.

"Why do you have to be like this, Portland?" Enterprise sighs. "I could have handled it."

"Couldn't take the risk." Portland shakes her head and winces as her faeries weld a patch over her leg wound. "We have plenty of cruisers, but never enough carriers."

>I hate to admit it, but she's right.
>You fucking idiot!
>Other

>>763341
>>I hate to admit it, but she's right.
>Still GODDAMMIT SWEET PEA

>>763341
>You fucking idiot!

>>763341
>You may be right, but god damn it Sweet Pea!

>>763341
>You fucking idiot!

>>763341
>I hate to admit it, but she's right.
we're supposed to be the one doing crazy shit, now we get to shake our heads and sigh at you! (after we finish crying)

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>>763341
>>You fucking idiot!

Doesn't make it hurt less, though.

>>763341
>>You fucking idiot!
Now it's Hoel's turn to be on the receiving end of insane reckless BS

>>763341
>You fucking idiot!

>>763341
>>I hate to admit it, but she's right.

Dumb but her choice

>>763341
>>I hate to admit it, but she's right.
As crappy as it is, there's a reason why there's so much more CLs than CVs.

>>763371
True in sentiment, but Portland's a CA, not CL. Bit more valuable.

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>>763341
"SWEET PEA YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" You roar in a combination of rage and despair as you hug Portland and hold her tight. "I-I'm the one whose supposed to do stupid shit! It feels w-weird being the one to chew ya out!"

"I know, right?" Portland gives a pained smile as she weakly returns the hug.

"Portland, what's your condition?" Enterprise bends down. Behind her, the sky was filled with allied planes, meaning that she's managed to seize local air superiority.

"Well, as you can see, propulsion is cut in half, so I'm down to two screws." Portland wiggles her right leg a bit as her faeries squeak angrily in protest. "A couple of my boilers got quenched, too, so I don't see myself getting past 10 knots."

"That's a problem, there's no way you can keep up with us." Enterprise frowns and turns from the direction you all came. Even from this distance, you could hear the thunder cracks of 16-inch cannons firing off in sequence. "I don't think Iowa or the others can come assist, and I don't like the idea of just leaving you out here..."

"I'll be fine." Portland insists. "Towing me will just slow you down."

"And if we leave you alone like this, you'll just be a sitting duck!" You protest, the Abyssals' threats still fresh in your mind.

"Perhaps..." Enterprise frowns. "I hate to suggest this, but my planes have already spotted the enemy carriers. I could stay here with Portland, but that means you'll have to advance alone, Hoel. I'll provide as much air support as I can but my planes will have a longer distance to travel..."

>I can handle it.
>We'll tow Sweet Pea if we have to. We're not leaving her behind.
>We have no choice but to leave Sweet Pea here.
>Other

>>763409
>>We'll tow Sweet Pea if we have to. We're not leaving her behind.
No man left behind!

>>763409
>>I can handle it.

We're a Taffy with air support, lets do this shit.

>>763409
>>I can handle it.

Hoel the Big Damn Hero

>>763409
>I can handle it.

>>763409
>>We'll tow Sweet Pea if we have to. We're not leaving her behind.

At this point, her fairies might as well be grafting the leg back on or something.

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>>763341
>"YOUR WHOLE FUCKING LEG'S OFF!" You cry.
>"I've had worse." Portland replies simply.
I see what you did there.

>>763409
>>We'll tow Sweet Pea if we have to. We're not leaving her behind.

>>763409
>I can handle it.
If we tow Portland, then we'll be too slow and the carriers can simply sail away.

>>763409
>I can handle it.

>>763409
>>I can handle it.

>>763409
>>We'll tow Sweet Pea if we have to. We're not leaving her behind.

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>>763409
"I can handle it." You declare. "Just point the way."

"Just follow the planes." Enterprise points to the sky, and already, you can see her own Helldivers and Hornet's B-25s already flying off to chase down the Abyssal carriers.

"Gotcha." You nod as you fire up your engines and then nod to Portland. "And keep on eye on this idiot here, will ya?"

"I will." Enterprise giggles.

"This feels so weird." Portland grumbles.

"Well, this is your own fault." Enterprise reminds her.

"Yeah, rub it in." Portland groans.

At this point, you've sailed far enough that their voices fall out of earshot, and you follow the heading Enterprises' attack planes are headed. Soon enough, the presence of the enemy carriers is confirmed when the lead elements of the Abyssal CAP squadrons dive in, tangling with Enterprises' escort fighters. Hellcats, Corsairs, and Crusaders weave in and out with Abyssal skulls while the Helldivers, Skyraiders, and B-25s continue on their attack runs. On the horizon, you can make out four carriers, most likely Wo-classes. There was a small picket of destroyers, but they were spread out to provide air defense and had left holes in the line large enough for you to breach.

Oddly enough, it looked like three of the Wos were staying behind to cover the retreat of the fourth, who was steaming north at full speed.

>Try to intercept the retreating carrier.
>Gun straight for the three remaining carriers.
>Engage the Abyssal pickets.
>Shoot down Abyssal CAP fighters.
>Other

>>763484
>>Try to intercept the retreating carrier.
Draw the attention of the carriers.

>>763484
>>Gun straight for the three remaining carriers.
Ride eternal, shiny, and chrome!

>>763484
>>Try to intercept the retreating carrier.

>>763484
>>Engage the Abyssal pickets.

E's planes can hit harder if the attack run is easier, and once the pickets as gone the Wo's will be sitting ducks, or close enough to engage after a short sprint.

>>763484
>>Try to intercept the retreating carrier.

>>763484
>Try to intercept the retreating carrier.

Oi, where do you think you're going?

>>763484
>>Try to intercept the retreating carrier.

>>763484
>>Shoot down Abyssal CAP fighters.

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>>763484
You decide to sweep around the primary group and chase down the fleeing carrier. You for sure had the speed to do it in a straight line drag race. Plus, with Enterprise's planes in the air, the Abyssal destroyers and planes would be too preoccupied warding them off to focus on you. Well, hopefully.

That's when you see the trio of Wos finally beginning to reposition to physically block your advance. Whatever that fourth carrier was, it certainly seemed to be important to them. However, it looked like you had to to break straight through them-

"Tennōheika Banzai!!!" You hear someone scream at the top of their lungs.

You're briefly yanked out of your battle high when you see a black clad light cruiser with an eyepatch (seriously, what was it with you and encounter ships with eyepatches?) speeding straight towards the Wos. Her clothes were torn and tattered, indicating battle damage, but the glittering katana held high in her hands showed she had plenty of fight in her.

And on her flanks were four black and white uniformed destroyer girls, their little destroyer popguns firing wildly in all directions.

The four Abyssal picket destroyers were basically bowled over. One of the Wos turns to face the oncoming light cruiser, but one brief moment of flashing steel later, and the Wo's left arm is sent twirling into the air.

"Go and get her, squirt!" The light cruiser grins at you. "We'll keep these things busy for ya! It's least we can do for bailin' us out!"

"Um, thanks?" You give a thumbs up and speed past as your unexpected reinforcements tie up the Wos and their escorts. It was just you and target now.

Your radar then pings wildly, indicating that the carrier you were chasing was starting to launch fighters, no doubt to engage you. Was it keeping them in reserve for a moment like this?

>Request air cover from Enterprise.
>Just plow through them.
>Engage the aircraft.
>Other

>>763553
>>Just plow through them.
BANZAAAIIII

>>763553
>Just plow through them.

>>763553
>Just plow through them.

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>>763553
>>Just plow through them.

>>763553
>Just plow through them.
This seems like the dumbest and therefore most Hoel-like decision.

>>763553
>>Just plow through them.

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>>763553
You figure that you can just plow through them. You were small and nimble enough that you'd be practically impossible to hit with torpedoes or bombs. You engines roar at full power as you keep up the chase despite the swarms of enemy Abyssal planes diving down on you.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>763610
Here comes the snow!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>763610

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>763610
WITNESS ME

>>763553
Tenryuu is the best.

>>763622
I just hope Hibiki doesn't ask us if we've met before.

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>>763610
True to your expectations, the Abyssal bombers can't score any direct hits on you with their bombs or torpedoes, as your upgraded engines allow you to juke and weave without losing any significant speed. You steadily begin to catch up to your quarry.

However, that doesn't stop the Abyssal fighters from making gun runs on you as they pepper you under an endless rain of .50 caliber bullets. Despite the best efforts of your AA guns, you can feel the sting of hundreds and maybe even thousands of bullets digging into your hull. Your armor manages to shrug off most of the hits, but an unlucky burst punches through your radar tower, disabling your sixth sense. It was going to be optics only from here on out.

The hit also knocked out your long range radio antenna, so no calling for assistance, either.

At this point, you've gotten within visual range of your target anyways. It looks like the carrier has given up trying to run and has turned to face you.

And you can immediately see that it was no Wo at all. It was one of those high level Abyssal princesses!

"How utterly predictable." The Carrier Princess chuckles over the radio as more and more fighters swarm out of her launch decks. "If you come quietly, perhaps this won't be as painful for you."

>Maybe you should fall back.
>You can take this bitch.
>Other

>>763657
>>You can take this bitch.

>>763657
>>You can take this bitch.
>>Other
Close quarters combat, the enemy aircraft won't be able to use their weapons effectively!

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>>763657
>>You can take this bitch.

Show her what a Taffy is made of!

>>763657
>Maybe you should fall back.
No way man.

>>763657
>>>You can take this bitch.

>>763657
>You can take this bitch.

>>763657
>You can take this bitch.

>>763657
>Maybe you should fall back.

>>763657
>>Maybe you should fall back.

>>763657
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNlKwoyVfFQ

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>>763657
You can take this bitch. You know it.

The problem was that you needed to get in close to her, where her precious planes couldn't protect her. She couldn't outgun you otherwise.

Problem was that there was a lot of open water between you and her, but honestly, you really didn't have much other choice.

"Come at me, then." The Carrier Princess says smugly as she beckons to you with her finger.

>Roll 1d20

>>763657
>>You can take this bitch.
Here's hoping.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>763723

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>763723
c'mon

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>763723

>>763728
>>763729
DICE!!!!

Can we use a point or something?

>>763740
Why? Our 15 would beat the princess's 13 even without the 1 she rolled.

Seriously though. We have 2 or 3 right?

>>763748
Ah. Nevermind then

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>>763723
Yeah, well, she was asking for it, right?

You rev your new engines, the diesel electrics being far more responsive than your steam boilers ever were, giving you an unheard of acceleration which catches even the Carrier Princess of guard. She instinctively turns her turrets on you and fires, cannon rounds splashing all around you, but in her panic and surprise she fails to score a single hit on you.

And this gives you the time you need to draw your bat and swing, striking the Carrier Princess square in the jaw. Her turrets twitch and spin wildly as the shock of the impact causes her to temporarily lose control of her functions.

However, she's not done. Not yet. The Carrier Princess roars in pain in anger with such force it actually pushes you back out of bat range. The Carrier Princess begins to glow an ugly and threatening red and a hot, ominous wind nips at your skin. Up above, her fighters swarm and circle like a massive hurricane, moving faster and faster.

This... did not seem good.

>Get in close for another melee attack!
>You need to get some distance from her and finish her off from range.
>Other

>>763760
>Get in close for another melee attack!

>>763760
>>Get in close for another melee attack!

Time for a homerun!

>>763760
>Get in close for another melee attack!

>>763760
>Get in close for another melee attack!

>>763760
>>Get in close for another melee attack!
If we're this close, can't we use torps?

>>763760
>You need to get some distance from her and finish her off from range.

>>763760
>>Get in close for another melee attack!

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Rolled 7, 19, 19, 9 = 54 (4d20)

>>763760
You think... maybe with one more good hit you could do her in! Just one more hit...

Assuming you lived long enough to pull it off. After all, she'd be wise to your tricks now, assuming that little powerup sequence wasn't just for show.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>763796
>Double 19s

>>763796
>>763797
....FUCK YES!!!! NO ONE ELSE ROLL!

>>763798
People still need to roll two times dude

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>763796
Welp

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>>763798
You need three rolls. I won't tolerate people trying to loophole their way through the system.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>763796


>>763798
I think we can go for a two'fer

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>>763797
mfw double 19s and hero anon with the 20

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>>763797
WELL

That there is a very, VERY lucky 20! Do you want to bank the crit for a FATE POINT? You currently have 3 points!

>Y
>N

>>763797
>>763801
>>763805
And it's good!

>>763811
>N

>>763811
>>N

>>763811
No. We need this crit

>>763811
>>N

>>763811
>>N

We're homerunning this one! Might scratch a notch in the bat as a record.

>>763811
>N

>>763811
Nope, crit that bitch

>>763811
>>N
BANZAAAIII!!!

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>>763811
>CRITICAL SUCCESS

Again, you speed forward to close in on her, but this time, the Carrier Princess was prepared. Her fighters descend from the sky in massive tendrils, all snaking towards you. Some kind of mass kamikaze attack? You narrowly dodge as the first tendril crashes down, dozens of Abyssal fighters slamming into the water mere feet away, bouncing sea spray and shrapnel off your hull. A second tendril crashes down right in front you, forcing you to turn hard to port.

The third tendril is a a real curveball snaking and winding along the water's surface like a serpent. You're just barely able to vault over in time as it tries to sweep your feet.

More water splashes around as the Carrier Princess fires her cannons. You're force to duck as a fourth tendril whips right over, clipping the top of your Rig. One second too slow, and you would have been cut in half by it!

Your adrenaline running high, you close in the last few feet. The Carrier Princess' guns swivel to track you, but your bat is faster. You swing it in a massive downward arc, putting all your strength and weight behind it.

The loud CRACK of the impact is so loud, it beats out even the roar of a 16 inch cannon. You can see the Carrier Princess' eyes widen and then pop as the bat slams into the top of her head, practically splitting her skull open. Almost immediately, all of the Abyssal planes in the air come to a dead stop and begin falling like rain.

In fact, the falling Abyssal fighters posed more of a threat to you than the Carrier Princess' attacks, forcing you to sail away out from under the cloud of toppling planes.

The Carrier Princess, meanwhile, slumps to her knees and hits the water face first with a loud splash. You were about to go check on the wreck when you're suddenly interrupted.

"Whoooaaaa!" One of the Japanese destroyers sails up to you, her eyes glued to the downed Carrier Princess. "You really took down Geofons by yourself?!"

"Wow! You're even cooler than Auntie Tenryuu!" Another destroyer chirps.

"Y-you're amazing, nanodesu!" A third one squeaks.

"Good shooting." The fourth one says coolly, giving you a thumbs up.

When did they get here-!?

>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.
>Shoo them away, they're ruining your moment!
>Other

>>763851
>>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.

Well, at least they weren't here to witness a cheesy one-liner.

>>763851
>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.

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>>763851
>>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.

>>763851
>>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.
Gotta act boastful, don't wanna be like Woel.

>>763851
>>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.

>>763851
>>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.

>>763851
>It wouldn't hurt to let them praise you a little more.

>>763851
>Shoo them away, they're ruining your moment!

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>>763851
"Haha! Of course I'm fuckin' amazing!" You laugh smugly.

"Hey! Language, twerp!" You feel a sharp smack at the back of your head, courtesy of the eyepatched light cruiser. "Ya talk pretty rude for a destroyer!"

"Hey, don't do that, Aunti Tenryuu!" The second destroyer whines. "She's cool!"

"Yer saying I'm not, Ikazuchi?" Tenryuu's eyebrow twitches.

"Well uh, you're almost as cool as her!" Ikazuchi corrects.

"But she's not very elephant." The first destroyer huffs.

"Elegant, Akatsuki." The fourth destroyer calmly corrects.

"I know that, Hibiki!" Akatsuki whines.

"M-my name is Inazuma, nanodesu!" The third destroyer politely introduces herself with a bow. "I-it's an honor t-to meet you, Hoel!"

Huh, you guess you shouldn't be surprised that even the Jap ships could recognize you.

"Well, I do gotta admit, it takes some guts taking on a Princess like that!" Tenryuu regains her composure. "Looks like the stories about ya are true!"

"Can you teach us to fight like that?" Ikazuchi says excitedly as she swings a small ship anchor around. "We wanna be the strongest destroyers ever!"

"Y-yes, I want to learn how to fight, too, nanodesu!" Inazuma bows to you.

"W-well, your fighting style may not be eleph- elegant, but it's effective!" Akatsuki concedes, trying to hide her interest.

However, the last one, Hibiki, just stares curiously at you.

"...have we met before?" She asks simply. "You look familiar..."

"HAHAHA I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." You laugh loudly and totally not suspiciously.

"Well, I'm not sure what we're gonna do about THAT." Tenryuu nods to the Carrier Princess' body. "But it looks like our backup's finally arrived. Late as usual."

You turn your gaze east, where you could smoke billowing in the air from approaching shipgirls. Your radar was still down, so you could only go off optics. You narrow your eyes to see who was approaching. It definitely wasn't your task force, but you see...

>A frighteningly familiar battleship.
>An annoying familiar battlecruiser.
>A cruiser you and your sister used to bully.
>Other

>>763889
>>A frighteningly familiar battleship.
YA-MA-TOOOOOOO!!!

>>763889
>An annoying familiar battlecruiser.

>>763889
>>A frighteningly familiar battleship.
Time to be afraid!

>>763889
>A frighteningly familiar battleship.

>>763889

>A frighteningly familiar battleship.

>>763889
>>A frighteningly familiar battleship.

>>763889
>A frighteningly familiar battleship.

>>763889
>>A cruiser you and your sister used to bully.

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>>763889
Oh FUCK. That silhouette, that size, the figure... there could only be on ship that matched that description!

WHY THE FUCK DID IT HAVE TO BE HEEEEEEEEEEER.

"Hey, Yams!" Tenryuu waves. "Late the party as always, I see!"

"Yes, well, my design never did emphasize speed, unfortunately." Yamato chuckles as she takes Tenryuu's teasing greeting rather well. "Oh my... is that you Hoel?"

>DROP SPAGHETTI
>Gotta try and maintain your cool!
>Other

>>763907
>>Gotta try and maintain your cool!
Cool as a Cucumber.

>>763907
>DROP SPAGHETTI

>>763907
>Gotta try and maintain your cool!
I almost hope we botch the roll.

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>>763907
>DROP SPAGHETTI

>>763907
>>DROP SPAGHETTI

>>763907
>Gotta try and maintain your cool!

>>763907
>>DROP SPAGHETTI

>drop spaghetti
be afraid....be VERY afraid

also h matching PTSD

>>763907
>>Other
Seduce the Love Hotel
Nah just kidding
>> Gotta try and maintain your cool!

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>>763907
The time seems to slow down and your vision goes black and white. Sure, Yamato looked like a real bombshell in her shipgirl form, but all you could see was a terrifying wall of steel and guns approaching you, spitting fire and death in all directions.

"Ah, I see you managed to handle things on your own, Hoel!" Enterprise says cheerfully but weakly as she helps tow the still crippled Portland over, having finally caught up.

Instinct overrides logic, and you immediately scramble over and hide behind Enterprise and Portland, interposing them between you and the super battleship.

"SavemeIdontwannadie!" You squeak.

"Dohohohoho, so the great Hoel isn't so fearless after all, huh?" Portland chuckles.

"Oh dear, that's right..." Yamato sighs and then smiles armly. "I do realize that we did fight each other in the War... but that's no reason not to be friends, right?"

>I... I guess.
>I don't wanna talk to you!
>Continue to hide behind Portland.
>Other

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>>763932
Whoops I fucked that that is not Yamato in the pic at all!

>>763932
>>Continue to hide behind Portland.

>>763932
>>Other
Hide behind NANODEATH

>>763932
>>I... I guess.

>>763932
>I don't wanna talk to you
>Continue to hide behind Portland

we still got that PTSD shit we need space

>>763932
>>Continue to hide behind Portland.

>>763932
>I... I guess.
>Continue to hide behind Portland.
Hoel isn't being a very good screen ship right now.

>>763932
>I... I guess.
>Continue to hide behind Portland.

>>763932
>>I... I guess.

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>>763932
>I... I guess.

>>763933
Understandable, since Yahagi does try to imitate Yamato.

>I... I guess

Rolled 13 (1d20)

rolling how afraid Hoel is to Yamato

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>>763932
"I... I guess."You say meekly, only poking your head over Portland's shoulder, your face almost as red as Anna's. Fuck, thank goodness she wasn't here to see this!

"That's good! We're allies now so there's no need to be afraid of each other!" Yamato says sweetly. "How about, when we get back to base, I make everybody hamburgers? I've learned the best way to get a destroyer's heart is through their stomach!"

"That... doesn't sound half bad." You concede.

"Then it's decided!" Yamato smiles.

"Yaaaay!" Akatsuki, Ikazuchi, and Inazuma cheer. Hibiki just nod with approval.

"Hey, well, if yer cooking, I can't refuse!" Tenryuu laughs.

"Your cooking is pretty awful, anyways." Hibiki says.

"Jeez, that's cold, Hibiki." Tenryuu groans as Hibiki's sisters laugh.

Hell, even you can't keep yourself from laughing at that, and even Portland gives a stupid grin. Maybe these Jap shipgirls weren't so bad.

"Heeeeeeey!" You hear Iowa call out. You turn to see her, North Carolina, and Washington coming up to link up with you all. Iowa of course is waving enthusiastically, all three of them beat to hell, as was common with battleships. "Holy shit, is that you, Yams?!"

"Iowa!" Yamato's face brightens even more. "It's been what, a year? Two? I see you've gone through a wardrobe change, too!"

"Ahahahah, yeah, well, it got kinda embarrassing wearing that old uniform all the time." Iowa laughs nervously.

"Really? I though you looked very cute in it!" Yamato insists.

"Really now...?" It was Iowa's turn to blush furiously.

"Well, now that we're all here, how about we return to base?" Yamato suggests as a JMSDF helicopter appears over the horizon to pick you all up. You also note a number of black, unmarked ones just behind it, no doubt to recover Geofons' corpse at Vahlen's behest.

You had a feeling staying in Japan was going to get real fucking weird real fast.

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. Don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!

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>>763953
Thanks for the run, merc!

>>763953
Thanks for running Merc-kun.

>>763953
See you next time, Merc!

Great thread, Merc! Seeing Desdiv6 and chuunibote makes me happy. Wonder how they'll get along with the Fletchers.

Now I wonder if Yamato will take a liking to Hoel and try to cuddle her. Warm feeling but also terror.

>>764076
I just can't for the ensuing argument of whose cooking is better: Mamiya's or Mulberry's

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>>764076
Haha, just wait till she meets another set of famous sister ships!