>>1431396
>Check on San Diego in Engineering.

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>>1431396
>Check on San Diego in Engineering.

[Squats externally]

>>1431396
>>Check on San Diego in Engineering.

>>1431396
>Help the others on patrol.

>>1431409
Older Lady than Kongou!

>>1431396
>>Help the others on patrol.

>>1431409
No shit, an actual Russkie in Kancolle? Neat.


>>Check on San Diego in Engineering.

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>>1431446
She even squats with proper form

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>>1431396
"C'mon, let's go see if San Diego needs any help." You grin.

"Oh geez, Engineering?" Woel groans. "All right, whatever you say."

"What, something wrong?"

"N-no." Woel quickly shakes her head. "It's just that our repair ship is a bit... odd."

"You got a repair ship on this rig?" You ask in surprise.

"Well duh, how else do you think we've been able to keep all these Rigs running all this time?" Woel rolls her eyes. "I mean, we don't really have the best setup... or spare parts... or manpower... but she manages to make it work."

"Spit and tape?" You chuckle.

"I wish we had tape." Woel grins.

The two of you then walk into the Engineering section, which was been turned into a sort of makeshift workshop. However, you had the feeling poor old Shen would have a heart attack if he saw the sorry state this one was in. Oil, grime, and rust coated almost every surface. Dingy work tables held currently unused Rigs in various states of disassembly and repair, with dozens of tools lying haphazardly on the tables and the ground.

And there, you see San Diego and short, dark haired shipgirl, the Russian repair ship, you presume, standing over a Rig, a concerned look on San Diego's face.

"Are you sure that's...wise?" San Diego frowns. "Pulling parts from the oil rig's generators to fix a turbine?"

"Is all right! Is a simple fix for me, Sukhbaatar!" The little repair ship boasts proudly as she bangs at the Rig with an oversized wrench.

"Oh great, I knew it." Woel sighs.

"Hey, SD, what's going on?" You ask as you walk up.

"Unfortunately, a few of the Russians don't have working Rigs, which means they can't leave under their own power." San Diego points to the partially disassembled Rigs scattered around the workshop. "Ultimately, that means they'll need to be towed or carried, but Sukhbaatar here insists she can get it them all fixed up before we leave."

"Towing too slow! This is much faster!" Sukhbaatar insists as she jams a crowbar into the Rig, causing a jet of dark oil to briefly squirt out.

"I'd rather not have one of these girls break down in the middle of this storm." San Diego frowns.

>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.
>Yeah, it's probably a too dangerous.
>Other

>>1431535
>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.

All else fails, close formations

>>1431535
>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.

>>1431535
>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.
They've been holding out for a while, she probably knows what she's doing.

>>1431535
>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.

>>1431535
>Yeah, it's probably a too dangerous.

>>1431535
>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.

>>1431409
This proves that Merc is either a time traveller from the future, or he is really Tanaka

>>1431535
>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.

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>>1431535
>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing.


Are we going to put a Datalink Mod into Woel when we all get back?

>>Let Sukhbaatar do her thing

Their engines just need to work, for most of the trip.

I suggest towing the girls with unsure engines and only using said engines if they're forced to fight.

If the abyssals see us towing the girls they'll assume they're helpless, so even having shitty engines will mess with the Abyssals.

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>>1431573
Only if she's high level enough for a DDG upgrade.

Jeanne Alter artwork really is a good fit for Woel!

>>1431461
Based Yadokari, she's like a bigger version of Verniy.

Wonder how the Russkies will react to Hibiki?

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>>1431535
"Eh, let her do her thing." You shrug. "She's been working with these girls all this time, right? I'm sure she knows what she's doing."

"Hate to admit it, but Sukh can make practically anything run regardless of its condition." Woel sighs.

"Hmmmm." San Diego eyes the repair ship suspiciously.

Sukhbaatar was still absorbed in her "work", tearing off an unneeded floatplane catapult while muttering something about it being "extra weight."

"I suppose we have no choice but to trust her abilities." San Diego concedes. "But we'll have to keep a close on those girls, regardless."

"Of course." You nod.

"Actually, that reminds me of another matter that I was going to bring up with Gangut." San Diego leans in closer to you. "I've noticed that Gangut and her sisters are a bit more... antiquated than most of the girls here. Not just in armament, but speed, as well."

"Yeah, I've hardly ever seen them break 20 knots on a clear day." Woel confirms.

"That might become a problem, because it will make the whole fleet vulnerable if we have to slow down to allow the battleships to keep pace."

"So what, you want us to just leave them behind?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not saying that." San Diego insists. "But I think we should split our fleet. The faster and better conditioned shipgirls should move on ahead while we stay behind to provide escort to Gangut, her sisters, and the damaged shipgirls."

"Well, that does sound reasonable." Woel nods. "Gangut would probably go along with it if you bring it up to her."

>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.
>Keep the fleet together as one.
>Other

>>1431609
>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.

>>1431609
>>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.

>>1431609
>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.

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>>1431596
>>1431596
I think it's a toss up between Jeanne or Saber

>>1431609
>>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.

>>1431609
>>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.

>>1431609
>>Split the fleet into faster and slower groups.
The advance party should reasonably be able to handle Abyssals.

>"Yeah, I've hardly ever seen them break 20 knots on a clear day."
Why did the game classify the Gangut-class as fast battleships again?

>>1431633
Gameplay reasons

>While all of Gangut's variants are considered "Fast Battleships" under branching rules, her base speed is "Slow". This means that while Gangut can be used in fleet compositions requiring Fast Battleships (such as in the Escort Fleet of a Combined Fleet), her slow speed will make her ineligible for routes requiring a 'Fast' fleet.

>>1431606
like an old comrade that long time they din't see. Full of vodkas and tetris of course

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>>1431609
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." You nod. "Let's let them know."

So you, Woel, and San Diego head up to the main control station, which sort of acts as the oil rig's headquarters. There, you see the Gangut sisters directing their girls to remove or destroy sensitive equipment and documents. Nothing was to be left behind for either the Abyssals or their former Russian masters.

"Yo! Gangut!" You wave as you enter to catch the Russian battleship's attention.

"Hm? Yes?" Gangut turns her gaze to you, arms crossed.

"Well, I sorta got an idea." You suggest. "That we send the faster ships ahead of us to link up with our reinforcements quicker, while the, er, slower ships like you and the other girls not at 100% move on under our escort."

Gangut turns to her sisters. Petropavlovsk, Sevastapol, and Poltava all nod in agreement.

"Then it is agreed. We will split our fleet." Gangut declares. "However, the faster ships will need one of your number to guide them."

>You
>San Diego
>Haida
>Johnston
>Heerman

>>1431674
>Haida

>>1431674
>Haida

>>1431674
>>Haida

>>1431674
>San Diego
Us sisters should stick together

>>1431674
>>Haida
Need someone reliable and not likely to get lost, or aggro'd

>>1431674
>>Haida

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>>1431674
"Haida should be the most qualified. She's the one who led us here in the first place." You reply.

"Excellent!" Petropavlovsk laughs cheerfully. "Then it is settled!"

"The others are saying all preparations have been made." Poltava speaks up. "We can leave on your order."

"I see." Gangut closes her eyes and takes a breath, slide her gloved hand across one of the aging control consoles. "Then it's finally time to say farewell to this place."

"A toast, then!" Petropavlovsk says happily, a bottle of vodka already in her hand.

"Is... is this really a time to be drinking?" San Diego frowns.

"Is tradition!" Sevastapol insists.

"Trust me, they'll find any excuse to drink. Just let 'em." Woel rolls her eyes. "I think they fight better drunk, anyways."

"Come, come!" Petropavlovsk motions you over. "Join us in our toast!"

"Eh, might as well." Woel shrugs and walks forward.

"I'm good." San Diego declines politely.

>You're sorta on duty.
>Aw hell, one should be fine, right?
>Other

>>1431779
>>Aw hell, one should be fine, right?

>>1431779
>You're sorta on duty.

>>Aw hell, one should be fine, right?
They should booby trap the Oil Rig as they go so the Abyssals can't make use of it.

>>1431779
>>You're sorta on duty.
>Rolls 1 if we pick the toast option, POV switches to Woel for rest of the game

>>1431779
>>Aw hell, one should be fine, right?
What is this stuff actually made from? I don't think they've had access to good potatoes or wheat.

>>1431779
>>You're sorta on duty.

Sorry but no, reminds me of that Eva quest hell.

>>1431779
>>You're sorta on duty.

Our history when it comes to stuff involving alcohol isn't great, let's not chance it.

>>1431779
>Aw hell, one should be fine, right?

>>1431794
Torpedo fuel

>>1431779
>You're sorta on duty.

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>>1431779
"Sorry, I'll pass." You shake your head. You were in the midst of a mission and you needed to be clear headed.

"Your funeral." Woel shrugs as she takes a shot glass full of vodka. She and the Ganguts raise their glasses. You guess it was something that grew on her during her time here.

"To our old home." Gangut says.

"And to our new one!" Petropavlovsk adds in.

They all then down their shot glasses and throw them on the floor, the clinking of shattering glass echoing throughout the control room.

"Let us go, then." Gangut declares.

It takes a few minutes, but soon enough. all of the Russian shipgirls depart from the oil rig and muster in the rough seas underneath. Haida goes through one last headcount on her group.

"Looks like everybody is present and accounted for." She reports.

"All right, go on ahead, then." You tell her.

"I'll bring Portland the others back as soon as I can, so don't do anything stupid while I'm gone!" Haida says as she begins to set sail.

"I'll keep that in mind." You chuckle.

"Jeez, you two certainly got really chummy, huh?" Woel frowns. "Never would have figured."

"Eh, she turned out to be pretty cool." You shrug. You then turn to your own group, which consisted of your remaining squadron, the Ganguts, and a small assortment of Russian cruiser and destroyer shipgirls. And Milwaukee poor girl's Rig was in real bad shape since she didn't have matching parts.

"C-can we go already?" Milwaukee shivers as a gust of rain soaked wind blows into her. "If the Abyssals don't kill us, this storm will!"

"Yeah, yeah, we're getting to it." You nod. "Just need to take care of one more thing-"

"We're done~!" Johnston says cheerfully as she links up with you.

"Charges are set and ready to blow." Heerman confirms. "I suggest we get far away before that happens."

"Nice." You turn to the Ganguts. "All right everybody, we're heading out!"

>Take the lead.
>Act as the rearguard.
>Other

>>1431846
>Act as the rearguard.

>>1431846
>>Take the lead.

>>1431846
>>Take the lead.

>>1431846
>>Take the lead.

>>1431846
>>Act as the rearguard.

>>1431846
>>Take the lead.

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>>1431846
>Take the lead.

We've got the best radar.

>>1431846
>>Take the lead.
https://youtu.be/AaGlB5jeD0I

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>>1431846
As the combined fleet progresses, you naturally start to head up to the front to use your superior radar to clear the way. Even though Haida was ahead of you, the fact that her force was faster meant that there would be an ever increasing gap between the two of your forces that Abyssals could slip in unnoticed.

Meanwhile, Johnston and Heerman swung out to keep an eye on the flanks while San Diego took up the rear. Out of all of you, she had the second best radar set so she could spot potential pursuers.

And over the roaring waves and howling wind, you could hear the Russians singing. Some kind of folk song that you couldn't understand, but it was definitely something that was supposed to lift their spirits.

"Jeez, they sing pretty damn loud." You mutter.

"Yeah, well, at least they're not doing it over comms. Apparently it took them a couple of times to figure out not to do that." Woel chuckles as she links up with you.

"Ew." You shudder at the thought. You wonder what Anna would think of that. God you wished you were out of this fucking storm already so you could talk to her.

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself to focus. You were the lead ship in this formation, which meant it was up to you to spot incoming threats...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1431911

>>1431916
no one else roll, we got this in the bag and don't need a 1 popping up on us.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1431911
Hoel, what do your destroyer eyes see?

>>1431921
Sorry, Merc always needs three rolls.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1431911
>>1431925
Welp

>>1431925
>20
OK, I'm not sorry at all.

>>1431916
>>1431925
That'll do, that'll do

>>1431925
Ah, didn't know that.

Still, got a 20 out of it, so I'm not complaining.

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>>1431925
Well, it looks like you rolled a 20! Would you like to bank that for a FATE POINT?

You currently have 1 point!

>Y
>N

>>1431938
>>Y

>>1431938
>>Y

>>1431938
>Y

>>1431938
>N

>>1431938
>>Y

>>1431938
>>Y

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>>1431938
>FATE POINT GAINED!
>You currently have 2 points!

Your vision immediately lights up with contacts, and you could see three groups of unknowns. Two were relatively small in size. Most likely just pickets or patrol squadrons, that were obviously screening for the much larger third force. They where ranging out in a fairly wide search pattern, but close enough that you're not sure if your own force could slip through the cracks.

And that's when the demolition charges on the oil rig finally go off. There's a bright flash of orange as the entire structure detonates, the leftover oil flaring up like a candle before being quashed by the storm.

Almost immediately, one of the Abyssal scout groups veers off, no doubt to investigate the explosion, leaving a critical gap in Abyssal lines. You could exploit it by hitting the responding Abyssal force in the rear and hopefully knock it out before the main fleet realizes what's going on. Or, you could try to fight your way through and blow past the lone scout group in you way before enemy reinforcements could arrive.

Or, you could try to sneak through the gap and hope they won't notice.

>Ambush the scouts.
>Break through the Abyssal formation.
>Try to sneak past the Abyssal formation.
>Other

>>1431994
>>Try to sneak past the Abyssal formation.

>>1431994
>Ambush the scouts.

>>1431994
>Ambush the scouts
Given the damaged and slow ships in our group, I don't think we could sneak past.

>>1431994
>>Try to sneak past the Abyssal formation.

>>1431994
>Ambush the scouts.

We got reinforcements coming. Let them engage the other two forces. We hit the scout, then hit the other two groups from the back.

>>1431994
>Ambush the scouts.

>>1431994
>>Ambush the scouts.

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>>1431994
You decide to ambush the scouts, which would be the best way to handle things. However, you doubt the Russian shipgirls would have the speed necessary to intercept them. That meant you had to rely on the ships in your own squadron, or Woel to help you out. However, you also had to be careful. The more ships you pulled to help with the ambush, the less ship would be left to escort the vulnerable Russian battleship girls.

>The only ships you can bring for the ambush are San Diego, Heerman, Johnston, and/or Woel. Choose who you want to bring for the ambush and the rest will stay to escort the Russians!

>>1432021
San Diego, Heerman, Johnston

Leave Woel to defend her friends, she pretty capable.

>>1432021
Woel and Heerman

Leave others for stronger defence

>>1432021
Heerman and Johnston.

>>1432021
Heerman
Johnston

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>>1432021
"Johnston, Heerman, on me!" You bark as you veer out of formation. "Woel, you take the lead! Watch out for Abyssal scouts!"

"Got it!" Woel doesn't ask questions and stands in for you as you link up with your sisters.

"Found something?" Heerman asks as she flexes her augmented arm.

"Yep, a couple of nosy Abyssals." You grin.

"Ha, we'll nail them good!" Johnston grins as she readies her composite combat shield.

As the three of you speed forward, you pulse your radar and see that you're steadily gaining ground on the Abyssal scouts, and now that you were closer, you could get a better idea of their composition.

And it was a pretty nasty group, too. Two Ri-class light cruisers, four destroyers, and the all too familiar Destroyer Princess. Now you sort of understand why this group so aggressively changed direction.

"So what's the play?" Heerman asks.

>Try and alpha strike the Destroyer Princess.
>Eliminate the escorts first.
>Other

>>1432050
>Eliminate the escorts first.

>>1432050
>Eliminate the escorts first.

>>1432050
>>Eliminate the escorts first.

Get their guns out of the fight before you try to take on a Princess class.

>>1432050
That FUCKING PRINCESS AGAIN!
I swear she's going to end up being our arch rival at this rate.

Final thread we'll have killed the abyssal queen or whatever and right when we walk out she'll hit us upside the head with an abyssal baseball bat and challenge us to one last duel.

>>1432050
>>Eliminate the escorts first.

>>1432050
>Try and alpha strike the Destroyer Princess.

>>1432050
>>Eliminate the escorts first.

>>1432061
At this rate, she'll become the Queen.

>>1432050
>>Eliminate the escorts first.
>>1432061
DD Hime, SHE IS A CHAR...

I wonder how involved Harusame was when the Shiratsuyus got in some "skinship"
time with Hoel.

>>1432061
>That FUCKING PRINCESS AGAIN!I swear she's going to end up being our arch rival at this rate.Final thread we'll have killed the abyssal queen or whatever and right when we walk out she'll hit us upside the head with an abyssal baseball bat and challenge us to one last duel.

That would be sweet, honesty I really prefer we don't kill boss abyssal so easily, I mean all the previous encounters have lot of potential in kicking our ass different times like wiping out a huge of US navy ships and so on.

>>1432050

>Try and alpha strike the Destroyer Princess.

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>>1432072
>>1432067
>>1432061
Or something else...

She survives the War and becomes Woel's bride! (at least in a Love X Radar doujin)

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>>1432085
If DD Hime is really a clone of Harusame , and Hoel/Woel resembles Poi, it kinds of explains the love/hate rivalry going on right now.

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Rolled 13, 7, 4, 20, 2, 4 = 50 (6d20)

>>1432050
"Let's take out those escorts!" You order. Your guns swivel and lock into place, each barrel aided by data being fed into them from your fire control radar.

Heerman readies her arm mounted railgun, the experimental weapon crackling with energy as she sights in on one of the light cruisers.

And finally, Johnston pushes on ahead, eager to take the fight up close.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1432096

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1432096

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1432096
>>1432100

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1432096
>that 20

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>>1432104
Dammit dat Destroyer Princess

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Rolled 20, 17, 6, 9, 2, 13 = 67 (6d20)

>>1432096
Let's see how the Abyssal react...

>>1432111
What's with all the crits tonight?

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>>1432111
>dat 20
I-is DD Hime a Newtype too?

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>>1432114
Destroyer Princess really is going to be our Rival throughout this damn war. Until we give her legs.

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>>1432096
The escorts don't even stand a chance, not with surprise on your side. Both your and Johnston's 5 inch guns open up, adding your bright orange high explosive shells to the torrential downpour. The shells strike home and hit hard, immediately melting the Abyssal destroyers away like nothing.

Meanwhile, Heerman takes aim and fires her railgun. There's a white flash as the hypersonic cannon round lances through the air, creating a trail of steam as it instantly evaporates the rain around it. And once that round slams into one of the Ri-class ships flanking the Destroyer Princess, well, it practically disappeared in a cloud of burning oilblood.

Immediately, the Destroyer Princess wheels around, red fire exploding from her eyes and Rig as she moves to engage, and makes a beeline straight for you. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem if the remaining Ri-class wasn't closing in as well, lobbing shells at you and your sisters to keep you all off balance.

Johnston readies her shield, but the Abyssals weren't dumb and split off into different directions, meaning Johnston can only defend you against a singular threat.

>Order her to block the Ri-class.
>Order her to block the Destroyer Princess.
>Other

>>1432118
>Order her to block the Ri-class

>>1432118
>Order her to block the Destroyer Princess.

>>1432118
>>Order her to block the Ri-class.

"It's just you and me, Princess!"

>>1432118
>>Order her to block the Ri-class.

Also I wonder if Heerman's railgun is similar to the Atlas Gundam's triple rail design

>>1432118
>Order her to block the Ri-class.

>>1432118
>Order her to block the Ri-class.
The Princess is clearly a Newtype; only another Newtype has a chance against her.

>>1432118
>>Order her to block the Ri-class.

>>1432118
>Order her to block the Ri-class.

The shield will withstand hits longer against the Ri, letting us focus on the Princess.

What if we knew Princess when she was a normal ship during the war, and had a tragic backstory?

>>1432118
>>Order her to block the Ri-class.

>>1432133
We've already met the shipgirl she was "forked" from, she's probably an Abyssal clone who thinks she's the real thing.

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>>1432118
"Johnston, handle the Ri!" You bark through the rain.

"Got it!" Johnston is quick to respond as she interposes herself between you and the Ri-class, raising her shield like a protective umbrella. The Ri's shells start coming down, but explode or bounce harmlessly off of Johnston's protective shield.

"I'll handle that Ri." Heerman tells you. "I don't think I'll be able to draw a bead on that Princess anyways."

"Got it." You nod as you speed forward to meet the Destroyer Princess, still burning red with fury. You can also see her gun and torpedo mounts swiveling to take aim at you...

>Guns
>Bat
>Missiles
>Other

>>1432152
>Missiles
No AA Princess to save her this time.

>>1432152
>>Bat
"What is your deal?"
Or in the Love X Rader version, we just make out right then and there.

>>1432152
>>Missiles
See how she likes the taste of 8 LRASMs

>>1432152
>>Guns
>>Bat
Just lay down fire while steaming at her full speed. Just enough deflection to unshadow the whole battery.

>>1432152
>Missiles

git fukt

>>1432152
>Bat

>>1432152
>Missiles

>>1432152
Missile spam!

>>1432152
>>Bat

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Rolled 19, 10, 4, 2 = 35 (4d20)

>>1432152
This close, getting a good radar lock was simple, and you get a good tone. The missiles tucked away in your VLS cells burst forth, each one a blazing candle in the night as they home in on the Destroyer Princess...

>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1432175

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1432175

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1432175

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1432175

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1432175

>>1432183
She's going to eat at least 3 missiles
> inb4 we get a data linked monologue about DD Hime's tragic life story

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>>1432175
Your missiles all spiral in towards the Destroyer Princess, ignoring the winds and torrential rain as they home in. However, the Destroyer Princess appears to have been anticipating this, as she suddenly surges forward in a massive burst of speed, plowing through the waves like they weren't even there. Some of your missiles lose lock and explode, unable to keep up with her sudden speed change. A couple of your missiles manage to dive down and explode based on proximity fuse, showering the Destroyer Princess with shrapnel and incurring minor damage on her.

However, this doesn't stop her, as she lets loose a volley of torpedoes and gunfire.

>Keep up the fight.
>Disengage.
>Other

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight
>Other
Taunt her

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight.

>>1432197
>Keep up the fight.

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Rolled 9, 19, 12, 3 = 43 (4d20)

>>1432197
All right, you weren't expecting for your missiles to finish things, anyways. You grit your teeth as you prepare to keep up the fight with the Destroyer Princess. All you had to do was dodge the torpedoes and beat her in the gunfight...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1432218

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1432218

>>1432219
I am so sorry.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

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>>1432219
>>1432221
This is why we save Fate points

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>>1432219
WELP

Looks like you rolled a 1 there! Would you like to use a FATE POINT to negate it? You still won't win, but it'll make the outcome less one sided!

>Y
>N

>>1432224
>Y

>>1432224
>Y

>>1432224
>Y

>>1432224
>>Y
Truly the Destroyer Princess is our Char

>>1432224
>>Y

>>1432224
>>Y

>>1432224
>Y

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>>1432224
>FATE POINT USED!
>You currently have 1 point.

Thankfully for you, the rough seas and high waves means it's practically impossible for torpedoes to stay on target, and the turbulent waters cause the torpedoes to tumble and veer in the water, allowing you to easily squeeze in between them.

And then both you and the Destroyer Princess open up on each other with your guns.

You see one of your 5 inch shells slam into the Destroyer Princess' shoulder, causing her to give an inhuman shriek. However, she manages to get her own volley off to devastating effect, drilling three shells right into your center mass.

The sheer force of the hits knocks you backwards and blows all the air out of your lungs, leaving you winded and dizzy.

You're both briefly interrupted by an explosion as the remaining Ri-class is presumably destroyed. Immediately, you see Johnston's back as she shields you from further attacks from the Destroyer Princess while Heerman grabs you and starts towing you away.

"Come on, we've done our job!" Heerman grunts. "Woel warned us that the rest of the Abyssal fleet is being drawn off to here. If we stay any longer we'll get surrounded!"

>Yeah, let's get out of here.
>Just one more parting shot...
>Other

>>1432243
>>Yeah, let's get out of here.

>>1432243
>>Just one more parting shot...

>>1432243
>Just one more parting shot...

>>1432243
>Yeah, let's get out of here.

>>1432243
>>Yeah, let's get out of here.
I swear this DD Princess is the Aku to our Jack.

>>1432243
>>Yeah, let's get out of here.

>>1432243
>>Yeah, let's get out of here.

Let's not push our luck.

>>1432243
>>Yeah, let's get out of here.
>>1432249
FOOLISH DESTROYER

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>>1432249
>>1432256
The only way we'll be able to finish her off is with our trusty bat.

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>>1432243
"Yeah, let's get out of here." You wheeze as Heerman helps you retreat under Johnston's protection. The Destroyer Princess attempts a few parting shots, but they're easily absorbed by Johnston's shield. For a second you were afraid the Destroyer Princess would pursue you all, but you guess she couldn't do anything being heavily outnumbered as she is right now.

"So what should we do?" Johnston asks, looking at you with concern. "Should we head straight for the rendezvous point? Hoel took a bad hit."

"We can't just leave the others behind." Heerman says with concern. "We need to make sure they get to safety.

>Head for the rendezvous point.
>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.
>Other

>>1432258
>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.
>>1432257
It might be Woel who may be the one destined to defeat the DD Princess

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

>>1432257
>>1432262
Well, we never did try using that wooden bat we first spawned with.

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

>>1432258
>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

>>1432258
>>Try to link back up with Woel and the Russians.

We're still combat effective, if a bit banged up.

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>>1432258
"Get us back with the others." You manage to wheeze. You may be beat up, but your radar was still functional, so you could guide your sisters back to the main group.

"Got it." Heerman nods as she continues to tow you along. Johnston stays behind you both for a few more minutes to make sure you're not being pursued before catching up and helping tow you as well.

"Jeez, that damn Destroyer Princess..." Johnston frowns. "We keep running into that bitch."

"Yeah, I noticed she does show up quite a lot." Heerman nods.

"And loses every time." You cough, trying to reassure your sisters.

"I don't know." Heerman frowns. "I get the feeling she's learning from every battle she gets away from."

"We'll worry about that when it becomes a problem."

"I'm pretty sure a caved in chest counts as a problem!" Johnston reminds you.

"Shut up." You grunt. You check your radar again, and see that you're steadily catching back up with the Russians.

"We need to get you fixed up." Heerman continues. "Maybe we can get Sukhbaatar-"

>You can last until you get to safety.
>See if Sukhbaatar can perform some field repairs.
>Other

>>1432270
>>>You can last until you get to safety.

>>1432270
>You can last until you get to safety.

>>1432270
>>You can last until you get to safety.

>>1432270
>You can last until you get to safety.

Shen might through a fit about Sukhbaatar's repair jobs.

>>1432270
>You can last until you get to safety.

>>1432270
>You can last until you get to safety.
>>1432275
Littlest Mongolian doing her best!

>>1432270
>>You can last until you get to safety.

>>1432270
>>You can last until you get to safety.

>>1432270
>>See if Sukhbaatar can perform some field repairs.

Sounds like fun if we can get Mad Max makeover. Or that Soviet look from Red Alert.

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>>1432270
>>You can last until you get to safety.

Perhaps Woel can get an upgrade when we get back.

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Rolled 17, 6, 13 = 36 (3d20)

>>1432270
"I'm good." You assure them, finally stumbling back on your two feet. "Just need to catch my breath."

"Okay..." Heerman frowns, not quite convinced.

"Just be careful." Johnston cautions. A rare thing for her.

"You know I am!" You grin, trying not to wince in pain from the chest aches.

"Ah! Hoel! I trust you had good battle?" Petropavlovsk waves happily as she sees you approach. "Have new scars to show off?"

"Yeah, something like that." You nod.

"Hey, I think we're almost out of the storm." Woel announces.

Sure enough, you could see that the waves were getting less extreme, and the wind was starting to die down.Plus the rain had lightened up quite a lot, though the sky was skill dark and overcast.

You were on the home stretch...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1432286

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1432286

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1432286

>>1432288
Damn.

Wish we had that in the fight

>>1432288
Did someone call in the cavalry with those doubles?

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>>1432288
Well, another 20!

Would you like to bank that for a FATE POINT?

You currently have 1!

>Y
>N

>>1432293
>N

In our state, I'd rather not take any chances with enemies showing up.

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>>1432293
>N

>>1432293
>>Y
Save it for future rounds against the DD Hime

>>1432293
>>Y

>>1432293
>>Y

>>1432293
>Y

I'm sure I'm going to regret this though.

>>1432284
>>1432295
Don't tempt me to make a KF quest

>>1432293
>>Y

>>1432293
>Y

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>>1432293
>FATE POINT gained!
>You now have 2 points!

You give one final radar and sonar check around the area, and thankfully don't find any hostiles nearby. Evidently, the majority of the Abyssals had been drawn off to assist the Destroyer Princess after you ambushed her fleet. You just didn't see anything. Not even a sub or destroyer.

Were you in the clear....?

"It's about time."

You nearly leap into the air in fright when Flasher's head suddenly surfaces from the water right in front of you.

"I was wondering when the rest of you would get here." She says bluntly. "Just keep going on your current heading. The Captain already has transport ready and waiting.

"Ah good to know." You nod. You all had finally made it.

"And maybe you should go see Shen when you get back, too." Flasher adds as she starts slipping back underneath the waves.

"Ah, American sub, was that not?" Petroplavovsk asks as she sails up to you. "That means we are close?"

"Yeah, we're in the clear." You grin.

"Haha! That is good time for celebration then!" Petropavlovsk says happily as she pulls out a fresh bottle of vodka. You wonder where the hell she'd been stocking that the whole time.

"Well, get ready, Hoel." Woel grins and whispers to you. "Once she's in a celebratory mood like that, she's pretty much impossible to stop."

"Hoel, you have first honor!" The Russian battleship girl shoves the vodka bottle into your hands.

Oh crap...

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. And don't forget Frontier Knight on Saturday!

>>1432308
Thanks for running, Merc!

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>>1432308
Thanks for the run, Merc.

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>>1432300
I'm sure it'd be SUGOI and TANOSHI!

>>1432308
Medicinal purposes, it hurts less when you're knocked out with vodka.

Also being DD Hime's wingmen is suffering.

Thanks for running, Merc!

>>1432308
Was fun.

>>1432316
>Abyssals eventually stop giving DD Hime escorts because they keep dying on her
>She ends up rejected by the rest of the Abyssals because she's such a Doom Magnet
>Eventually find her washed up drunk on shore raging at us for refusing to give her a fight to the death.

>>1432320
That's when we add her to the Collection, Anon.

>>1432311
We'll see then

>>1432323
Of course