>>1557303
>>Snuggle with Anna.
Last minute lewds.

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>>1557303
>>You heard Sam was getting some refits in the workshop.


Reminder that Alters make the best artificial shipgirls.

>>1557303
>>You heard Sam was getting some refits in the workshop.

Bote time. After what Mul said last time, checking in on Sammy probably isn't a horrible idea.

>>1557303
>Snuggle with Anna

How bout that new AC7 trailer lads?
https://youtu.be/ReHVAlEU3UQ

>>1557303
>Snuggle with Anna.

>>1557333
Burn Osea to the ground.

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>>1557303
>>Maybe try and get some advice from Portland.
HAHA TIME FOR BOATS!
Dolphins are often quick to lewd

>>1557303
>>You heard Sam was getting some refits in the workshop.

>>1557303
>>Snuggle with Anna.

>>1557303
>>Snuggle with Anna.

>>1557303
>>Snuggle with Anna.
Best way to calm nerves.

>>1557303
>Snuggle with Anna.

IT'S BOTE TIME MUTHAFUCKERS!

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>>1557303
Finding Anna was simple enough. After all, she was always constantly broadcasting her information from all the emissions she gave off which instantly gave a recognizable reading on your scopes. She seemed to be at her usual spot, a nice secluded little bench where she wouldn't be disturbed.

Or, at the least, not disturbed by anybody that wasn't you.

You quickly make your way over, noting how the sky was starting to darken. A constant reminder of the upcoming recon mission. Finally, you reach the area, which was just a small, wooden bench erected under a small copse of trees. A little bastion of nature amid the endless steel and concrete of Yokosuka.

Anna was sitting there, sipping at her coffee, the music in her headphones blasting so loud you could hear it even from where you were standing.

It's then that you notice she hasn't noticed your presence at all, too ensconced her little musical world...

>Attack from behind.
>See what she's listening to.
>Just greet her like a normal person.
>Other
>

>>1557518
>>Other
Settle in next to her and rest our head on her shoulder before she realizes we're there.

>>1557518
>See what she's listening to.

>>1557518
>>See what she's listening to.

>>1557518
>>See what she's listening to.
Time to link Senses!

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>>1557518
>>1557526
THIS.

>>1557540
Torpedo spam lesbians are best lesbians

>>1557518
>See what she's listening to.

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>>1557518
You grin deviously as you lower your stance to a sneaking position, slowly creeping up behind Anna. It was a favorite little hobby of yours, snatching Anna to catch whatever totally embarrassing thing she was listening to at the moment.

However, you couldn't be careless. Despite her clumsiness, Anna was still a command and control ship, which meant she did have very effective situational awareness when she needed to, and she's since gotten wise to all the little pranks you played on her...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1557605

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1557605

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1557605

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1557605

>>1557563
Torpedo spam lesbians old and busted in this quest, missile spam destroyer lesbians are the new hotness

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1557605

>>1557630
However, DDs aren't for lewds; CLs however are very much for lewds.

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>>1557605
You sneak up right behind Anna, close enough you smell the lingering shampoo wafting from her hair as you get yourself read. And just like a goddamn ninja, you arm shoots out and yanks Anna's headphones off.

"W-wha!?" Anna yelps in surprise and spins around, but it's too late.

You've already snuggled her headphones over your ears, listening in on her beats.

And you hear...

>Something alien.
>Something jazzy.
>Something poppy.
>Something lewd.
>Other

>>1557722
>>Something lewd.

>>1557722
>Something poppy.
>Something lewd.

>>1557722
>Something alien.

>>1557722
>>Something jazzy.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1557722
>Something lewd.

rolling for this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkZurfE8Gbc

>>1557722
>>Something alien.

>>1557751

Damn, anon.

>>1557722
>>Something poppy.
>Something lewd.

>>1557722
>Other
Audiobooks of the latest novelization of Love X Radar.

Or, you know, some romantic smooth jazz works too.

>>1557722
>Something alien.

I'm hearing the powers of the Warp and it is a strange sound.

>>1557751
>Dat natural 20
Damn Anon, did you feed your dice their Wheaties for breakfast this morning?

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>>1557751
>nat fucking 20

oh god i was kinda joking

>>1557722
>>Something alien.

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>>1557722
At first, you don't really hear much of anything. You initially think that you accidentally disconnected or muted her headphones, but then something catches your ear.

You hear a feminine voice, softer than a feather, smooth like silk as she whispers something in your left ear, too faint for you to grasp the meaning. Then you hear a similar voice whispering sweet nothings in your other ear.

Something about this sound... it really made it feel like there was someone standing right next to you, whispering in your ear. You could almost Anna standing there next to you, whispering in your ear, her hot, humid breath sticking to your earlobe. lips and tongue just about to press against it...

>Roll 1d20

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>>1557886

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>>1557886
>inb4 it's a manual or how-to guide.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1557886
Ohmyyyy.jpg

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>>1557886
>mfw it's a fucking ASMR recording

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>>1557886
"S-stop that!" Anna yelps, her face red and steam already seeping out of her ears as she yanks her headphones back. "Y-you didn't hear anything, did you?"

Well, about that...

>You had no idea what the hell was going on.
>That was pretty erotic~.
>Other

>>1557981
>You had no idea what the hell was going on.

>>1557981
>>You had no idea what the hell was going on.
>>But it felt pretty good~

>>1557981
>>You had no idea what the hell was going on.

>>1557981
>>You had no idea what the hell was going on.
Confused, yes.
Aroused, also YES

>>1557981
>That was pretty erotic~.

>>1557981
>You had no idea what the hell was going on.
>But it was most definitely the magical carpet ride that you wanted.

>>1557981
>>You had no idea what the hell was going on.

>>1557981
>>You had no idea what the hell was going on.

>>1557981
>>You had no idea what the hell was going on.

>>1558000
This.

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>>1557981
"Well, I had no idea what the hell you were listening to." You shrug as Anna hastily snuggles her headphones back on her head. "Just a lot of weird, whispering mumbo jumbo."

"O-oh." Anna breathes a sigh a relief. "It's just uh... experimental music! R-really REALLY experimental music!"

From her stammering and the profuse sweat running down her forehead, you were getting the impression Anna was being totally truthful, but you didn't really feel like pursuing the issue.

"Ha, always listening the weird stuff, huh?" You chuckle as you plop yourself down on the bench and pat the empty spot next to you. "So, you trying to calm your nerves, too?"

"O-oh, you mean the mission?" Anna bites her lip. "This isn't the first time I've gone near the Dark Zone. I-I've always tried to see if my radar could get through the Storm Wall. B-but, I'm more worried about you!"

Anna then leans forward and buries her head in your chest, her arms grasping at your shirt.

"I-I'm so scared you won't come back, Hoel!"

"Anna..." You blink in surprise.

"Promise you'll come back"! Anna tearfully cries, her voice muffled by your chest. "You and the others! I don't want to lose any of you!"

"It'll be fine, Anna." You try to console as you put your hand on her head, ruffling her short red hair. "We'll all come back safe. I'll makes sure of it."

"Y-you better promise!" Anna continues.

"Of course." You nod.

The two of you remain sitting on that bench, Anna still clutching you close for what seems like several long hours. However, soon enough, your head buzzes as Woel chimes in on the datalink.

"Yo, Hoel, where you at?" Her voice echoes in your head. "Everyone's getting ready to go!"

"Y-yeah, coming!" You assure her as you cut the connection and stand up. "Anna we gotta go."

"W-wait." Anna tugs at your sleeve. "W-we'll be taking separate helicopters, s-so...!"

Anna then closes her eyes and stands up on her toes to reach your face...

>Accept it.
>She she should save it for when you come back.
>Other

>>1558085
>>Accept it.

>>1558085
>Accept it.

>>1558085
>>Accept it.

>>1558085
>>Accept it.

>>1558085
>Accept it.

>>1558085
>>Accept it
She's worried about us that much? Well if we end up "not coming back" we'd at least give her a loving kiss goodbye before the mission starts.

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>>1558085
>>Accept it.
We'll give her our hat for safe keeping. Sorta like how a lady gives a knight her sleeve.

>>1558085
>>Accept it.
Hope it doesn't raise the wrong type of flag.

>>1558085
>>Accept it.

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>>1558085
You accept the kiss, if it would give Anna peace of mind. However, you weren't going to refuse any affection from Anna, especially at this point. Her lips press against yours and you reciprocate by wrapping your arms around Anna, hauling her up the extra couple of inches so she doesn't have to exert herself by standing tip toed.

Again, it seems like hours pass before the two of you part, more to actually breathe than voluntarily ending the moment. Anna coughs a bit, her cheeks red and her antenna straight as a rod, vibrating wildly.

"W-wow." Anna gasps. "Th-thanks, Hoel."

"I should be thanking you." You grin. "All right, let's go before they start sending someone to look for us."

"Right!" Anna nods.

The two of you quickly hustle to the airfield, where two Ospreys were waiting to take off. One would be hauling your recon team, taking you as close to the Storm Wall as safely possible. The other would be carrying Anna's team, both to act as a navigational aid and reserve force in case things went south. You and Anna both split off to your respective transports with a mournful wave.

"About time." Woel sighs as you board your Osprey.

"You doing some kissy kissy with Anna?" San Fran rolls her eyes.

"Is that why Anna seems kinda sad?" Paz frowns.

>As a matter of fact, yes. I had a good time with Anna.
>That ain't any of your business.
>Other

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>>1558180
>>That ain't any of your business.
After this is all over we're gonna get her a bouquet of flowers!

>>1558180
>>As a matter of fact, yes. I had a good time with Anna.

>>1558180
>>That ain't any of your business.

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>>1558180
>>That ain't any of your business.

Did Woel or Sam get any 'special' upgrades like their gun turrets transforming into a power fist?

>>1558188
And play some Aerosmith on a boombox while we giver her the flowers.

>>1558180
>>That ain't any of your business.
>>1558188
Also a ring as well, lesbian torpedo cruisers have nothing on Hoel x Anna!

>>1558180
>As a matter of fact, yes. I had a good time with Anna.

>>1558188
No, don't do that.

>>1558180
>As a matter of fact, yes. I had a good time with Anna.

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>>1558213

Try and stop me

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>>1558180
"That ain't any of your business." You grunt, not wanting to boast about your goings on with Anna with Paz present.

"Whatever you say." San Fran shrugs nonchalantly, totally unconvinced.

"Hey guys." Sam grumbles, looking extremely tired and uncomfortable.

"Holy shit, Sam." You blink. "So ya Admiral really did let you come?"

"Yeah, but it took him some convincing, despite what ya told him." Sam groans and summons her Rig and points a thumb at it. "Mandatory upgrade from Shen."

You and the rest of the team lean in closer to get a better look, and you immediately catch it. You see a new protrusion from her Rig, a little spinning tuning fork shaped piece kit. The same type of equipment Eldridge was carrying.

"Apparently Shen was working on recreating that weird stealth field Eldridge had going on, and the Admiral insisted he mount the prototype unit on me." Sam sighs. "Honestly, that guy worries too much."

>Sounds troublesome.
>He's just worried about you.
>You look like a neeeeeerd.
>Other

>>1558254
>>He's just worried about you.

>>1558254
>>He's just worried about you.

>>1558254
>He's just worried about you.

>You see a new protrusion from her Rig, a little spinning tuning fork shaped piece kit.
A mobile Gap generator?

>>1558254
>>He's just worried about you.

>>1558254
>He's just worried about you.

>>1558254
>He's just worried about you.

>>1558254
>>He's just worried about you.

>>1558254
>He's just worried about you.
At least it's not a LCS downgrade!

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>>1558254
"I'm sure the Admiral's just worried about you." You assure her. "I'm guessing that he wants to give you the stealth thingie to keep ya safe."

"As well as encourage you to stick close to us." San Fran sighs. "Well, I'm not complaining about getting a free stealth device."

"Hmph." Sam pouts, shuffling over to the seat next to Paz and sitting down. You can tell she's trying to keep herself from smiling.

"All right, we're taking off." The pilot announces. "Everyone strap in!"

And soon enough, you and your team were well on your way north towards the Dark Zone. Out the window, you could see F-35s and other fighter planes taking formation as an escort. You see the second Osprey, carrying Anna, Portland, Indy, Iowa, Saratoga, and Hazelwood.

And up ahead, to the north, you could see the endless black Storm Wall, a near insurmountable obstacle in your way.

"Sorry girls, slight change of plans." The pilot explains as the Osprey starts dropping altitude. "Looks like we've go some bad weather up ahead so we'll have to land short of the original LZ. There will be a local shipgirl patrol waiting to guide you in."

"W-wait." San Fran pauses. "Who's leading it?"

"Atlanta, I think." The pilot says.

San Fran turns white in horror.

"Oh, well shit." Woel frowns.

"Um, does she not like her?" Paz wonders.

"It's a looooooong story." Sam rolls her eyes.

Well this might get interesting...

>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.
>We'll run interference for you.
>Other

>>1558356
>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

Drama!

>>1558356
>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

>>1558356
>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

>>1558356
>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

>>1558356
>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

>>1558356
>>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

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>>1558356
>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

>>1558356
>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.

Time to face the music.

>>1558380
where you get that image?

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>>1558388
The boorus.

>>1558356
>>Guess you had to face it sooner or later.
An idol shipgirl fleet?

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>>1558356
"Well, you had to face it sooner or later." You shrug.

"Someone just kill me now." San Fran groans.

"Your suffering has only just begun." Sam cackles.

"Hm?" Paz blinks, still confused.

Finally, the Osprey touches down near a small, rocky island. There, standing on the rough waves was a small light cruiser, waving happily at your approach.

"You know, I think I'd rather stay in here." San Fran says, still staying seated. "It's nice and warm in here."

You look at Woel and Sam, and the three of you grab the heavy cruiser and shove her out the rear ramp. It takes all of her reflexes and skill to avoid landing in the frigid waters face first.

"FU-" San Fran begins to modulate a curse at you but is stopped when Atlanta tackles her.

"San Fraaaaaaan!" She says cheerfully. "It's been so looooooooong!"

"Just sink me now." San Fran groans, very clearly uncomfortable with the close contact.

You note that Atlanta looked very similar to San Diego, which wasn't all that surprising given that they were sister ships. But almost immediately you could tell she was more... bubbly? More cheerful, definitely. You could almost mistake her for a Fletcher in the right light, honestly.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on her for me!" Atlanta turns to you, a cheerful smile on her face. "San Diego keeps me updated on everything that happens! You actually got San Fran to stop drinking smoking! I never thought that was possible!"

>Yeah, well, I was just trying to help her out.
>Nah, she did that all on her own.
>Other

>>1558423
>>Nah, she did that all on her own.

>>1558423
>>Yeah, well, I was just trying to help her out.

>>1558423
>>Nah, she did that all on her own.
San Fran is surprisingly responsible if given the right incentives

>>1558423
>Nah, she did that all on her own.

>>1558423
>>Nah, she did that all on her own.

>>1558423
>Nah, she did that all on her own.

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>>1558423
"Nah, she did that all on her own." You shrug. "You'd be surprised what she's capable of doing with the right incentives."

"Oh yes, you mean those Japanese destroyers she befriended!" Atlanta giggles. "I'm so jeaaalooouuuus of you, San Fran! I wish I had my own destroyer squadron to take care of!"

"You realize one of them is Akatsuki, right?" San Fran says uncertainly.

"And she's so much more adorable than I ever thought!" Atlanta responds cheerily.

"But she-" San Fran starts to speak up but she's silenced when Atlanta put a finger to her lips.

"Forgive and forget, that's what I say!" Atlanta smiles. "We're all on the same side now, right? So no hard feelings."

"Uggh..." San Fran seems to deflate.

"She seems real nice!" Paz looks to you. "Why does it look like San Fran doesn't like her?"

"She's just a big old meanie." You explain.

"A super meanie." Woel nods in agreement.

"The meanest." Sam adds in.

"I fucking hate all of you." San Fran scowls.

"Now now, I know you're all on an important mission, so I won't be keeping you any longer!" Atlanta finally lets go of San Fran. "There's a lot of navigational hazards on the way to the Storm Wall. Lots of rocks and debris just started showing up! But don't worry, I know a way through!"

Atlanta then spools up her engines and she cruises off, humming to herself as she goes.

"Still the same..." San Fran sighs.

>Just follow Atlanta quietly.
>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.
>Other

>>1558469
>>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.

>>1558469
>>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.
Wonder if it involves Akutan Zeroes and cute Abyssal Princesses

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>>1558469
>>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.

>>1558474
>inb4 Hoppou

>>1558469
>>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.

>>1558469
>Just follow Atlanta quietly.

>>1558469
>>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.

I get the strange feeling that we're nearing the end of the quest.

>>1558498
As long as it ends with a final battle against the Destroyer Princess, I'm all good.

>>1558469
>Ask what she's doing on the ass end of the Pacific.

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>>1558469
"Hey, Atlanta." You speak up as you and your team follow the cheerful light cruiser on a winding path towards the ominous wall of cloud ahead. "How did you end up on the ass end of the Pacific, anyways?"

"And where are you even stationed?" Woel asks. "Can't imagine a lot of naval bases out here."

"Oh, that's simple. We're based out of Shemya!" Atlanta replies.

"Oh dear god." Sam pales. "Aren't people sent there for punishment duty?"

"Mmmmmm, it's not so bad!" Atlanta giggles. "Besides, I volunteered! Somebody needs to make sure the northern sea lanes are kept safe!"

"Cool!" Paz grins. "So so, is just you holding he line here? All by yourself?"

"Ah, well, there are a few other shipgirls up here." Atlanta explains. "But most of the patrol work done up here is with aircraft and ships. Most of the shipgirls understandably are being stationed further south."

"Yeah, because none of them want to come up here." Sam mutters.

"Well, it's not so bad. Every day is a snow day!" Atlanta grins. "Well, on the few times we have actual daylight. So, more like snow nights!"

"Is she always like this?" You whisper to San Fran.

"Yes." She answers flatly, instinctively reaching for a flask on her belt that's no longer there. "Fuck."

"And here we are!" Atlanta stops at a small, rocky outcropping jutting out of the water. "Just a few more miles past here and you'll reach the outer edges of the Storm Wall! I'll be waiting with the others for your safe return!"

"Thanks a lot, Atlanta." San Fran nods and turns to you, Woel, and Paz. "You three better test your datalinks. We don't want to get lost in there."

"Sure thing." You close your eyes and enter the network. To the south, you could see an impossibly bright beacon. A golden flame shining the darkness, warm and welcoming. Definitely Anna. "You two see that?"

"Yep." Woel nods.

"It's so beautiful!" Paz says in awe.

"Must be nice." Sam grunts.

"Okay then..." San Fran glances at the roiling clouds. "Who wants to go in first?"

>San Fran
>Woel
>Paz
>Sam
>Hoel

>>1558525
>>Hoel

>>1558525
>>Hoel

>>1558525
>Hoel

>>1558525
>>Hoel

>>1558525
>Hoel

Feet first into hell gents.

>>1558525
>Hoel

>>1558525
>Hoel

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>>1558525
"Don't worry, I got this." You grin as you take the lead. "Just gotta a pick a direction and keep going straight, right?"

"If only it were that easy." San Fran sighs.

"So, uh, do I just turn this thing on now, too?" Sam motions to the new device mounted on her Rig. "Hide our approach?"

"Well, the Storm Wall affects the Abyssals' perceptions, too." San Fran explains. "So we might not really need it, actually."

"Plus, you know, the thing might blow up or something." Woel points out.

Paz visibly takes a careful step away from Sam.

"Great vote of confidence there." Sam grumbles.

>Activate the stealth field now.
>Keep it off for now.
>Other

>>1558565
>>>Activate the stealth field now.

>>1558565
>>Activate the stealth field now.

>>1558565
>Keep it off for now.

Have we decided who's going to wear the wedding dress, and the suit?

>>1558565
>>Keep it off for now.

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>>1558574
We'll switch out for each photoshoot so we get at least both of them in each outfit. Better question:

How many bridesmaids and flowergirls will be DDs?

>>1558565
>Activate the stealth field now.

>>1558574
Hoel and Anna both wear dresses. The Admiral wears the suit.

>>1558565
>Activate the stealth field now.

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>>1558565
"Just fire it up. If it ends up catching fire, well, we'll worry about it then." You say.

"Gee, so much concern for my well being." Sam sneers sarcastically.

"Gotta look out for my squadmates." You wink.

"How about you quit stalling and lead us in?" San Fran tries to get you back on mission.

"Yeah, yeah." You nod as you look at the Storm Wall ahead of you. Well, only one thing to do...

"Good luck!" Atlanta waves but you quickly lose sight as fog and darkness quickly cloud your vision.

Not only is your vision clouded, your body is immediately slammed with a loud, howling wind, nearly knocking you off your feet and deafening you. You glance over to Woel, Paz, and Sam, who are similarly shocked at the sudden turbulence. But San Fran doesn't look affected at all, or at least less bothered.

You check your datalink gain. Anna's beacon was still glowing bright, but it was noticeably dimmer, the edges flickering ever so slightly. You had the feeling it would only get worse the farther in you traveled.

"Ah!" Paz yelps as an Abyssal destroyer passes by barely a handful of feet away. She instinctively points one of her heavy cannons at it.

"Wait, Paz!" You hiss. "Hold your fire!"

"O-okay!" Paz nods.

And the Abyssal passes by without giving any of you a second look.

"Huh, guess that thing really does work." San Fran nods in approval.

"Neat." Sam grins, the stealth device still spinning with certainty.

"So, um, which way to we go?" You ask.

"Dunno, I usually just pick a direction and keep heading that way best I can." San Fran shrugs. "If you're lucky we'll get past the Storm Wall and into the Dark Zone proper."

"All right." You take a deep breath. Making sure that Anna's beacon was directly behind you, you begin to move forward.

>Roll 1d20

>>1558585
Admiral has to give the brides away of course!
>thank goodness no potato ENS or LTJG as a gofer/harem lead

>>1558565
>>Activate the stealth field now.

Hiding power ups is good for active combat, not so good for recon

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>>1558604
>

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>>1558604

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>>1558604

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>>1558604
ERE WE GO ERE WE GO ERE WE GO

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>>1558604

>>1558583
Just imagine the fight when the bouquet is tossed.

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>>1558604
Fortunately, thanks to Anna's beacon, you and your squadron manage to clear the Storm Wall as the harsh wind dies down. Even Sam's stealth device seems to hold up, spinning without any pauses or disruptions. So far so good.

And suddenly, everything is quiet.

Deathly quiet.

And COLD. You begin to shiver as ice and frost begin building up on your Rig.

"And this is the Dark Zone." San Fran explains. "A real shithole."

"A cold, dark, and gentle place." Sam muses. "At least, that's how Mul described it."

"It's creepy..." Paz mumbles as she sails quite a bit closer to, like a cub sidling up to her mother for warmth.

"W-where is everything?" Woel bits her lip as she scans the dark, cold sea around you. "I thought it'd be crawling with Abyssals or something."

"Farther in, yeah." San Fran nods. "Turns out, they don't like the Storm Wall too much either, and this place if fucking HUGE. They're all most certainly farther in."

"So where do we go?" Paz asks.

"Good question." San Fran turns to you. "What do you see?"

"Well..." You ping your radar. Nothing but flat, frozen sea for miles around.... but you find what looks to be a large mount of angular, metallic shapes. Perhaps the missing hulls?

You're also getting a rather powerful... feeling. You're not sure why, but you felt a great amount of heat, emanating from just over the horizon. You're... you're not sure what it means.

"If you're feeling some weird warm feeling, it's lying out somewhere way farther than I was ever willing to go." San Fran grunts. "So I've got nothing."

"Hey, Sam, where are ya going?!" Woel yelps as she yanks Sam back into the group. It seemed she had been unconsciously wandering off from the group.

"H-huh?" Sam seems to snap out of a weird trance. "S-sorry. Got kinda distracted, I guess."

"What are you talking about?" You frown.

"I dunno..." Sam points into the darkness. A different direction from the heat or the metal. "I'm just getting this... urge to go that way. Can't even begin to fucking explain it."

"This place is confusing." Paz whimpers.

"It totally is." You groan.

>Head for the jagged metal formations.
>Head for the heat source.
>Head for where Sam is pointing.
>Other

>>1558632
>>Head for where Sam is pointing.

>>1558632
>Head for the jagged metal formations.

>>1558632
>>Head for the jagged metal formations.

>>1558632
>>Head for where Sam is pointing.

>>1558632
>>Head for the jagged metal formations

>>1558632
>Head for where Sam is pointing.
Let's get this out of the way so Sam won't keep wandering off for the rest of the mission.

>>1558632
>>Head for the jagged metal formations.

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>>1558632
"Let's stay on mission for now." You declare. "We'll worry about the other places later. You got that, Sam?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah..." Sam nods, still a bit distracted.

"Sam, I can't have you spacing out on me here, of all places." You caution.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Sam insists.

"All right then." You nod to the others. "Let's get a move on, then."

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1558655

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1558655

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1558655

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1558655

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1558655
Welp...

>>1558657
Blessed RNG

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>>1558657
Well! It looks like we've got a 20! Would you like to bank that for a FATE POINT? You currently have 1 point!

>Y
>N

>>1558657
Good man. It is clear that you are blessed by the RNG.

>>1558662
>N

>>1558662
>>Y

>>1558662
>Y

We're gonna need all the fate points we can muster. Especially since we're now wallowing through Boathell.

>>1558662
>>N

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>>1558662
>>N

>>1558662
>>N

>>1558662
>>Y

>>1558662
>N

>>1558662
>>Y

>>1558663
RNG?

>>1558676
Random Number Generator.
Alternatively, random number GOD. Said god is notoriously fickle.

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>>1558677
Ah right

>>1558662
>Y

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>>1558662
You and your squadron travel though the cold, dark, and silent landscape. Oddly enough, none of you were harassed at all. Maybe it was Sam's stealth field, but you don't even see a single Abyssal at all, not even in passing.

"Weird." San Fran grumbles, looking around. "Maybe we seriously thinned their numbers out. It's unusual not to see any Abyssals around."

"Maybe it's a trap." Woel grumbles.

"Booooooring." Paz whines.

Sam stays silent, however.

However, your radar was letting you know that you were nearing your destination. You take one more check behind you. Anna's beacon was still visible, though it was getting dimmer and dimmer the farther you traveled. You'd have to keep a wary on it from this point forward.

And that's when you see it.

"What the hell..." San Fran pales.

"Oh shit." Woel's jaw drops.

Paz just rushes over and hugs you tight, no doubt scared out of her mind. And you wouldn't blame her.

You're close enough now that your optics can pierce through the darkness, and what you see, if not terrifying, utterly disconcerting.

Ship hulls. Corpses as far as the eye can see, all in varying states of decay and destruction. You could vaguely recognize some of them, unfortunately. Independence, Bismarck, Kongou, and more. All seemingly freshly dragged out of the sea and callously dumped in this maritime charnel pit, a thin layer of ice and rime coating these rusted hulls.

"What the fuck could they possibly be doing with all this?" You wonder.

"Dunno, but it looks like they might now." San Fran points to several Abyssals present. Worker types, apparently. Unlike the the fish bodied destroyers, these Abyssals were vaguely humanoid in appearance, looking more like grotesque gorillas with their large, wide chests and muscular arms and legs. Their heads were just eyeless, black spheres with a set of disturbingly large rows of human teeth. You can see them lifting and dragging hulls, moving them to some place just over a large snow mound. A faint light could be see cresting the top of the mound.

"Looks like something we should investigate." You declare.

"We can't go all at once." San Fran cautions. "Big chance the Abyssals here might see us and raise an alarm. Try to go in small."

"I can handle it." You nod.

"You need me to come with you?" Sam asks. "You might be able to use my stealth field..."

>Bring Sam with you.
>Keep Sam with the others.
>Other

>>1558690
>>Keep Sam with the others.

Better to cover the large number .

>>1558690
>>Keep Sam with the others.

>>1558690
>Bring Sam with you.

>>1558690
>Keep Sam with the others.

>>1558690
>Keep Sam with the others.

>>1558690
>Keep Sam with the others.
If we get caught, the others can try for a flank assault.

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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1558690
"You stick with the others." You tell her. "I'll go on ahead."

"Good luck, then." Sam nods, and then absentmindedly starts staring off in the distance, towards her back. Whatever was there was really distracting her.

However, you didn't have time worry about such things. You needed to know what the Abssyals are planning.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1558705
Time to stealth this.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1558705

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1558705

>>1558707
Fucking damn it.

>>1558705

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You silently weave your way among the discarded hulls, trying to stay concealed. However, there were faaaaar more of those Abyssal workers than you had anticipated, shuffling their way among the wreckage. Even though they were eyeless, one of them pauses, apparently having sniffed out your presence. The Abyssal worker's massive arms then began probing about, searching for whatever piqued its interest, coming ever closer to you.

Given the size of the hands and the muscles behind them, you were pretty damn certain getting grabbed by one of the them would be certain doom for you. How to avoid them...?

>Try to sneak past the worker.
>Try to kill the worker silently.
>Retreat
>Other

>>1558714
>Try to sneak past the worker.

>>1558714
>Try to kill the worker silently.

>>1558714
>Try to sneak past the worker

>>1558714
>>Retreat
Draw it to the others.

>>1558714
>>Try to sneak past the worker.

>>1558714
>Try to sneak past the worker.

>>1558714
>>Try to sneak past the worker.

>>1558714
>>Try to sneak past the worker.

>>1558714
>>Try to sneak past the worker.

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Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1558714
Damn, well, at least it wasn't certain that you were actually here or not. Perhaps if you played your cards right, you could just sneak right past this asshole...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1558726

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1558726

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1558727
RNG seems to love us tonight

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1558726
channel that inner metal gear

>>1558727
AGAIN WITH THE FUCKING 20

>>1558727
Noice, thats my second 20 in only 3 rolls

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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1558726
Her hull may be scrap by now but hell if her spirit isn't with us!

FUCK I'M LATE


>>1558727

...

...

Well, looks like Yukikaze wasn't needed after all.

>>1558727
God is in His Heaven, all's is Right in the world

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>>1558727
Welp, that's another 20! Would you like to bank this one for a FATE POINT?

You currently have 1 point!

>Y
>N

>>1558736
>N

>>1558736
>>N

Sigh

>>1558736
>Y

>>1558736
Y!
>>1558733
We don't need her kind of luck!

>>1558736
>Y

All this dice god generosity is scaring me. There's going to be a 1 at some point.

>>1558736
>>Y

>>1558736
>>N

>>1558736
>N

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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1558736
Well, it looks like we've got a tie so we'll have to roll this off!

1. Y
2. N

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>>1558746
>FATE POINT GAINED
>You now have 2 points!

Thankfully, you manage to duck down behind a misplaced gun turret, and the worker passes be with no incident, its large hands patting the turret, but failing to find you. The worker then moves on, continuing its fruitless search.

That left the path open, and you quickly take it, carefully treading your way through the hold shipwrecks. Finally, you manage to clamber up the snow mound to finally see what the Abyssal workers were up to, and you stop in your tracks.

Just over the mound, you could see hundreds, no, thousands of Abyssal workers, toiling away as the dragged all of the collected shipwrecks to a massive pile, where individual ships were being taken and attached together, literally being used as building blocks for form larger and more complex structures. At first, you're not sure what exactly you're looking at.

And then you see it. Countless hulls of battleships strung together to form what looks to be an arm, five fingers made of numerous destroyers and smaller boats packed tightly into a compact shape.

They weren't just collecting resources. The Abyssals were building a new Abyssal of colossal size. Larger than any Abyssal yet recorded. You stand there in awe, the cold and still air stinging at your skin as you pick out a SECOND arm being built at a separate site on the horizon.

Just what the hell were the Abyssals planning...?!

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

>>1558753
...Well...Fuck.

>>1558753
OK, who let the Abyssals watch Macross?

>>1558753
Thanks for running Merc.

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>>1558753
HORY SHIET, THEY'RE BUILDING AN ABYSSAL KAIJU!!!

Are they going to hit the Great Seawall of China?

Tune in next week, same SHIPGIRL TIME, same SHIPGIRL CHANNEL!

And thanks for running, Merc!

I recommend a nuke, preferably in the megaton range.

Yeah, like the last giant abyssal thing worked like they intended.

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>>1558761
Mmm... no, at this point, it's time to go full Coop. ALL THE NUKES.