[a / b / c / d / e / f / g / gif / h / hr / k / m / o / p / r / s / t / u / v / vg / w / wg] [i / ic] [r9k] [cm / hm / y] [3 / adv / an / cgl / ck / co / diy / fa / fit / hc / int / jp / lit / mlp / mu / n / po / pol / sci / soc / sp / tg / toy / trv / tv / vp / x] [rs] [status / ? / @] [Settings] [Home]
Board:  
Settings   Home
4chan
/tg/ - Traditional Games


For the space of a heartbeat your vision tinges red as blood sings through your veins, the urge to plow your fist into Hate's face nearly overwhelming you. For that second all you can see is an 0372 spoiling for a fight in finest dickswinging jarhead tradition, a dogface fuck who thinks you're just a fucking desk jockey. Every muscle in your body tenses at the insult, fire racing through your nerves as every fiber of your being longs to remind him that you never had a desk and your chair was a hard little seat on a pitching battle-bridge. You weren't always a has-been cripple-

- and the bottom drops out of your fury, just like that.

He *knows* that. He knows, better than anyone. He served with you – and eventually, bled with you on the day that linked your fates forever. And here he is, shoving a knife in you and twisting it any way he can to hurt you. Your pulse steadies as you stare into his eyes from three inches away, your hands unclenching.

Marines are unrivaled at madness – but god help the poor bastard, because now you are well and truly angry.
>>
File: 1430991605959.jpg (19 KB, 384x383)
19 KB
19 KB JPG
“You sure talk a lot of shit,” you say calmly, “for someone who was fucking my Engine Telegraph Officer.”

“More fucking bullshit, Julie was enlisted just like me. Can you even tell grunts apart anymore or isn't there enough room in your ass to get your fucking glasses on?”

“I can still read a personnel file just fine, Lieutenant.”

Hate *stops.*

For as long as you've known him, the Marine has been a presence constantly in motion, no matter what his body might be doing – his eyes prowling about the bushes, his attitude stomping through doorways before him like an elephant – even his sharp glance that zips across a room with a velocity all its own, when he can't be arsed to get out of a chair or even speak. Even asleep he has the aspect of a coiled spring, thrumming with potential energy waiting for release.

But now, for the first time ever – he has quite simply *stopped.*

“Lieutenant.”

He blinks.

“Leave.”

He stares at you, his expression unfathomable – before turning on one heel and doing just that. His legs move, but the man himself is still stopped – just... stopped.

You know in that moment that you've just done something you can't take back – inflicted a wound deeper than anything you could've left with a knife (even if he'd let you land it.) But far worse is the cold, stark knowledge that you really, really don't give a fuck – and from the deep, firm set of the satisfaction in your soul, you doubt you'll feel differently tomorrow, either.

All hail the victor. Bring forth the crown of poison oak leaves.

[ ] You need some time alone.
[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
But that's kind of a given, you know?
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.

HOU.SHOU'S. BAR.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[X] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>A drink
>Someone to bitch to
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need some time alone.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[X] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[x] You need some time alone.
(RANDOM ENCOUNTER)
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>HOU.SHOU'S. BAR.
>>
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[X] You need a fucking drink
>>
File: 1439082158558.jpg (578 KB, 1069x1200)
578 KB
578 KB JPG
>>42118230
>[X] You need someone to bitch to.
>[X] You need a fucking drink.

Find Shoukaku. Or Arizona. Hell, even fucking Naka--just find someone you can level with on this bullshit.
>>
>>42118230
>[x] You need some time alone.
>>
>>42118230
>[X] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[x] You need someone to bitch to.

Someone to vent to would be nice, I doubt liquor alone would help
>>
>>42118230
>[x ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
Think Settle might turn into an alcoholic at this rate
>>
Why didn't we just let him go off and do whatever but insist on him grabbing something to eat and getting some sleep?

Not quite sure why this required a bitching contest.
>>
>>42117177
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.

A Drink might help, but it's not necessary.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
AND SO DO I
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.

Shou's gotta be here.

Either that or mumboat will do just fineee.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118340
>>
File: Spoiler Image (86 KB, 500x361)
86 KB
86 KB JPG
>>42118230

Hey, Fap Angel. Got a question.

What would Harder's reaction be if he found a pineapple under the sea?
>>
>>42118230
>[X] You need someone to bitch to.
>>
>>42118230
>[x] You need a fucking drink.
>[x] You need someone to bitch to.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
Hey, maybe that person will be smart enough to tell us how fucking stupid we're being.
>>
>>42118230
>[x ] You need someone to bitch to.
>>
File: pUlpx2r[1].webm (448 KB, 360x360)
448 KB
448 KB WEBM
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
AZ where are you? You are a good listener.
>>
>>42118380
Meant to add 'Speaking of donuts...'
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118358
Well fucking do it then.

Don't just tease us ya cunt.
>>42118371
Ask if Karisaki is there.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
Off to Momboats bar we go!...Speaking of Momboat where's that spinoff where it was Houshou who we went on that date with?
>>
File: ara ara.jpg (1.64 MB, 1858x1069)
1.64 MB
1.64 MB JPG
Every thread.

Also, might as well call this vote early.
>>
>>42118230
>[X] You need someone to bitch to.

Locate Arizona. Because fuck knows she's the most empathic person on this rock.

...well, aside from Goto.
>>
>>42118230
>[]You need a hug
>>
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>>
File: projection.jpg (51 KB, 500x300)
51 KB
51 KB JPG
>>42118218
>>42118326
>projecting
>>
>>42118371
Probably depends on whether Kisaragi's in it.
>>
Did. . . Settle just battlefield commission Hate?
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>>
>>42118230
>You need someone to bitch to.
Preferably someone who has no choice in the matter. Where did that hotel sneak off to?
>>
>>42118230
>You need some time alone.
Alternately, Arizona is a phenomenal listener
>>
[X] You need someone to bitch to.
[X] You need a fucking drink.
>>
File: 50549606_p3_master1200.jpg (608 KB, 1070x1200)
608 KB
608 KB JPG
god drink and vent to Arizona

actually, maybe it would be a good idea to not be drunk when Hamp gets back
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
File: Spoiler Image (434 KB, 714x2759)
434 KB
434 KB JPG
>>42118380

God damn, right in the gains.
>>
>>42118433
No, I think Hate WAS a lieutenant during Ramadi.

Afterwards he wasn't.

Either that or we're still missing details.
>>
>>42118433

YES.

HATE EXPRESSED HIS EARNEST DESIRE TO LEAD FUCKING NEW GUYS.

SETTLE WAS SO IMPRESSED, HE GAVE HIM BUTTERBARS TO GO WITH THE FUNGS.
>>
>>42118230
[ ] You need some time alone.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118443
It's too late now anon, too late now!
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
Find Arizona or Shoukaku or both.
>>
I think I'm fucking retarded. What just happened? Did we promote Hate? Maybe my grasp of English is not very good.
>>
File: 1440101068323.png (228 KB, 500x500)
228 KB
228 KB PNG
>>42118358

>Arizona in leather and stockings with a riding crop and an SS cap

It's so hilariously fetishistic it needs to be seen
>>
>>42118230
[X] You need some time alone.
[X] You need a fucking drink.
>>
File: shoukaku meido.png (255 KB, 1000x700)
255 KB
255 KB PNG
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118230
>[] You need ~NAPTIME~
>[] And something to eat
>Maybe a juicebox
>>
>>42118471
No I think he's been a LT since after the Battle of LA.
>>
>>42118371

He'd throw the fucking Marine back into the sea and rub his hands on his pants.
>>
>>42118471
I'm more then likely wrong, but either A) Settle just have Hate a promotion, or B) Hate was really an LT whole time.
>>
>>42118471
We just promoted him to the bane of all enlisted.

Hes a LT now.

So by definition, he can't work for a living.
>>
>>42118488
why is she so perfect lads?
>>
>>42118471
If I remember right, Hate was promoted after LA. Settle just kept calling him Corporal because they'd served together a long time and had a groove.
>>
>>42118433

Hate was promoted after LA, he's just refused to acknowledge it because he's a goddamned marine, not the paper-pushing fuckstick that gets marine killed.
>>
>>42118427
>>42118301
Dude, I'm not trying to be rude. But could ya please remove that name (and return to being anonymous)?

People namefagging without a reason is usually a main cause of salt in 4chan threads. And none of us want to run this thread into the dirt because someone over-reacted to namefagging.
>>
File: 1440568368043.jpg (185 KB, 524x1300)
185 KB
185 KB JPG
>>42118488
I don't get why everyone has to make Showcock a whore
>>
>>42118514
Because she's a really great lay?
>>
>>42118514
She's too perfect. Give me Arizona The Broken.
>>
>>42118514
>implying
>>
>>42118502
I don't get the joke.
>>
>>42118514
>Causes a fight between two bros because shes a whore.
Perfect.
>>
>>42118471
>>42118433

No.

I THINK Hate has been a Lieutenant masquerading as a Corporal (probably to skate outta work, knowing marines) for however long. That's probably why nobody came down on him fucking another officer for however long they were getting the tube snake boogie on.
>>
>>42118218
>HOW MUCH BULLSHIT marine.ong
>Navy chief
>Covered without his blouse on
OP please.
>>
>>42118230
>[ ] You need someone to bitch to.
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
These two go together well.
>>
>>42118548
It's a joke from terminal lance, marines drawing comics about marine humour.
>>
>>42118548

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infantry_Weapons_Officer
>>
File: le mocking cat face.png (372 KB, 640x466)
372 KB
372 KB PNG
>>42118523
>>42118488
>A girl likes to dress up in cute outfits and cosplay
>this makes her a slut
>>
>>42118585
Yes.
Yes it does.
>>
>>42118521
Eh, I think I’ll stick with it for this thread at least. It makes it a bit easier to resist the temptation to samefag the votes.

I'll drop it for next thread though. My point will have been made.
>>
File: cr523-go.jpg (20 KB, 300x300)
20 KB
20 KB JPG
>>42118548
This is the insignia for a Master Gunnery Sergeant. They claim that thing in the middle is a bomb.

They lie.

It is clearly a pineapple.
>>
>>42118546
She's not even that broken. Still better than any CV though
>>
>>42118230
>[x] You need someone to bitch to.
>[x] You need a fucking drink.
>>
>>42118502
You know that really puts my grandfather's habit of using hidden compartments in the ship's library to smuggle pineapples (and other canned goods, including beer) in perspective.

Of course, this is the same guy who smuggled a pet monkey.
>>
>>42118585
You're right.
Having sex with a lot of dudes does.
She's a slut.
>>
>>42118604
That's a pineapple if I've ever seen one.
>>
>>42118604

Master Pineapple
>>
>>42118548
http://terminallance.com/2014/06/10/terminal-lance-327-bursting-bomb/

The rant below this comic still cracks me up.
>>
>>42118585
>A girl grinds on the person in charge during a life and death decision process
>this makes her a slut
>>
>>42118514
I wouldn't say PERFECT but she has the right mix of assertive and demure, able to do nurse duties, wears anything well.

>>42118523
cosplaying isn't whoreish. That and whoever drew that mistook Shoukaku for Suzuya

>>42118551
I wouldn't say they're bros; one certainly wouldn't have made a shot like that.
>>
>>42118618
Recently a ship got in trouble for bringing a goat with them on deployment.
>>
>>42118552

Oh. Well then I completely missed that from the previous threads.
>>
>>42118585
Cosplayers are automatically sluts.
I ought to know, I dated two.
>>
>>42118636
>I wouldn't say they're bros
m8
>>
>>42118650
Or teases who like to bait-and-switch and are into some really interesting things.
>>
>>42118604
That’s so pineapple that Dole probably pays them sponsorship fees.
>>
>>42118604
I am going to remember this.

And one day, I will ask a Gunnery Sergeant what part of Desert Storm he was in that got him awarded a Medal of Pineapple -- "Were your drinks just that good? Or were you in Tropicana division?" -- and then I will die.
>>
>Lieutenant
I can't think of any good reason for a Lieutenant to be a Corporal unless they really really REALLY fucked up or were hiding something.
>>
File: 1429066431933.png (218 KB, 819x1276)
218 KB
218 KB PNG
>/k/'s face when footage from the battle of the bonin islands starts showing up on liveleak
>>
>>42118230
Did we just promote him out of spite?
>>
>>42118688
You live

You die

You live again
>>
>>42118618
dude, you can't just say something like that without details.
>>
>>42118694
>unless they really really REALLY fucked up
Planefag has hinted at sandbox 2 islamic boogaloo between real life and quest start...
>>
>>42118706
Yes. Yes we did.
>>
>>42118694
I think >>42118552 has the right idea though i'm not sure.
Are corporals allowed to lead VBSS parties to other ships?
>>
>>42118694
It's not allowed to knock a commissioned officer down to an enlisted rank. if you lose your comission, you're done, just out of the service.

>>42118688
Master Gunnery Sergeant. It's not the same thing.
>>
>>42118708
Mediocre
>>
>>42118600
Not same fagging is about self control. And as such "having a name to remove the temptation to samefag" is kind of like saying that you wear a target to avoid getting shot.

The last thing we need is for >>42117406 to become a self-fulfilling prophecy. So if you wouldn't mind.

I just want to avoid some other butt-blasted anon going off for a dozen posts about how namefags are cancer, and thus putting the thread on a sour note. And I'd rather not like to see another thread derailing argument come up.
>>
VOTES OVERHWELMINGLY CALLED FOR *GETTING DRUNK* WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA
>>
>>42118632
so did we promote hate to LT out of spite
>>
>>42118758
>Are corporals allowed to lead VBSS parties to other ships?

that has been bothering me for a while now..
>>
>>42118706
>>42118753

He was already promoted. All we did was remind him of his rank.
>>
>>42118792
WEEEEE DID! WHAT DO YA TAKE US FOR? REASONABLE FOLK?
>>
Need some more Shokaku
>>
>>42118758
>Are corporals allowed to lead VBSS parties to other ships?

Entirely aside from crouching marine hidden bars I have no fucking clue and don't know who I'd even ask
>>
>>42118517
No he was actually promoted to Corporal from Lance Corporal.

When Kongo was first introduced she had his new Corporal things stuck to her because he kept removing them.
>>
>>42118792
You knew we all would go for that. Shit, getting drunk might be the only way for Settle to get any sleep now.
>>
>>42118760
Will that make it worse? I'm aiming for worse here.

I'm fairly certain Gunnery Sergeants are easier to find than Master Gunnery Sergeants, but then again, I'm no expert at field identification of the wild jarhead.
>>
>>42118827

CALLING NAVYFAAAAAAG
>>
>>42118781
But I'm pretty sure half of us can't get erections without having a thread-derailing argument first. Would you really deny them release?
>>
File: settle.jpg (66 KB, 700x363)
66 KB
66 KB JPG
>>42118792
We are long since out of good ideas.
>>
File: oh you.png (223 KB, 448x337)
223 KB
223 KB PNG
>>42118827
>>
>>42118792
Anons wanting to re-live the days of SWQ when young would get wasted, yell at stuff and pass out on some poor witches bed.

Though it tends to go badly if it's an admiral doing it.
>>42118796
Yes, else it wouldn't have happened earlier.
>>
File: 1440177994694.jpg (601 KB, 568x800)
601 KB
601 KB JPG
>>42118697

I'd imagine half of /k/ would be wondering just how the shipgirls work, and the other half would be more interested in wanting to dick the shipgirls

Then everything gets derailed when a brave/foolish /k/ommando decides to stick his dick inside a vacant hole of one of the old museum ships
>>
>>42118792
People who wanted to meet the resident drunk shipgirl

WAIFUFAGS
>>
>>42118792
I didn't vote for it, but I doubt that anybody who did thought it was a ''good" idea
>>
The commission was from fucking Ramadi.

I'd rather not fucking have it, if you can't fucking tell. I didn't earn it, I don't deserve it, and I'm not a fucking leader of men. Now if you'll fucking excuse me, I've got shit to do.
>>
>>42118724
Okay, okay. So the story my grandfather (who is now deceased, he got recruited when he was younger) went roughly like this;
Got drafted, was smart enough to get into the navy as a radio operator, then buddy-buddied up to the captain of the ship. Y'know, was charming, did the whole serving him during dinner and such, and he's charismatic enough that they become (from what I could tell) bros.

So one of the turrets is empty for one reason or another (gun has been stripped out) and the captain decides, hey, they need a ship library in that hollow and guess who pops up in his mind first and foremost.

My grandfather, the enterprising sort, immediately took up to smuggling various goods for the entire rest of the ship (canned peaches, canned pineapples, fresh bananas, smokes, beer mostly) having a captain-verified hideyhole full of books and now a real easygoing job where he can take naps constantly. And a pet monkey which he got from... somewhere. That was never explained. I still have picture of him and the damned thing, apparently it died of old age in the U.S., but long before I was born.
>>
>>42118311
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Lj16YwWrHk


>>42118230
>[ ] You need a fucking drink.
DECAFFFF
EITHER THAT OR ICE COLD WATERRRR

... Wait, Julie's an LT?
>>
>>42118857

Someone needs to write this.
>>
>>42118857
>the other half
Both halves.
>>
>>42118873
Yeah, sounds about right
>>42118857
I'm talking about the ripfuck brawls that went down
>>
>>42118862

You're in Planefag quest. You're in this for either the hijinks, the waifus, the autistic knowledge of planes and/or ships, or all three.
>>
File: Spoiler Image (21 KB, 224x322)
21 KB
21 KB PNG
>>42118857

THIS IS HOW

ABYSSALS ARE FORMED
>>
File: excalibait.png (201 KB, 1920x1080)
201 KB
201 KB PNG
>>42118634
>>42118650
>>
>>42118873
Yeah those kennels ain't gonna hose themselves out are they, LT?
>>
>>42118873

Does this mean I never have to listen to you again?
Wait, shit. I don't listen to you anyway.

hahahahaha
>>
>>42118873
Like sewing some butterbars on your uniform?
>>
>>42118914

Fuck you and the fucking dogs. Find another asshole to do this shit, I'm fucking done.
>>
>>42118851
They can go have their release on /b/ or somewhere else. Hell, make a thread for it if you really want. But please don't try and fuck up this thread, having to sit here and watch two people fight over the internet is like watching the retard Olympics. No matter who wins, all participants are retarded.
>>
>>42118792
AT WHAT POINT DID YOU EVER COME TO ASSUME WE WERE CAPABLE OF GOOD IDEAS
>>
>>42118792
...fuck.

Anon is trying to live through that... thing... that happened at the end of one of the threads, isn't he?

ONLY THERE'S NO HATE TO SAVE US NOW.

You dun goofed, Anon.
>>
>>42118909
I know you need an excuse to use the shiny new bait inages you made but at least go for actual bait, m8
>>
>>42118920
>Like sewing some butterbars on your uniform?

He can borrow sewing supplies from Crab if he needs them
>>
File: Farie raider fixed.jpg (59 KB, 505x719)
59 KB
59 KB JPG
>>42117098
>Posting old version and not new version with corrected Carbine
Please.
>>
>>42118677
>cosplay is (not) consent
>>
This is why waifuing any ship, even best girl, is a bad idea
>>
>>42118857
So are we not going to talk about the picture, with a bayonet on a machine gun?
>>
>>42118954

Actually as far as I'm concerned, he can have the shit. I don't need 'em anymore.
>>
>>42118884
ON IT LIKE A NIGGER ON FOOD STAMPS!
>>
>>42118873
Cheer up Hate, you'll get a few hours before the insanity returns.
>>
>>42118839
A regular Gunnery sergeant won't have a pineapple anywhere on his uniform. He'll look at you confused, shrug you off as a dumbass civilian, and go about his business.
>>
>>42118857
SPOILER ALERT: It's actually a dudeship
>>
File: 1439603070499.jpg (127 KB, 1000x1122)
127 KB
127 KB JPG
>>42118933

Reasonable demand.

Who's all for putting Sammy and Willie in charge of Hate's old duties?
>>
File: Capture.png (43 KB, 184x298)
43 KB
43 KB PNG
Soon...
>>
>>42118977
Nobody said it was. Neither is being flirty, but some of them enjoy blueballing (both men and women) on purpose.
>>
>>42118984
IJA, man. Fucking lunatics.
>>
>>42118846
>>42118827


Well, teknichally, a VBSS team would have the ship's Weapons Officer of Force Protection Officer in charge of them, with the actual team leads would be mid-rank enlisted.

Destroyers do not, at this time, carry a USMC contingent on board (Even one or two). However, with modern military technology advancements, a 'test case' deployment could easily see a team of 'field experts' temporarily assigned to a nonstandard platform, and that team being finagled into various duty stations for the duration.

TL;DR fuckit, it works.
>>
>>42118984
No. Because Nips are silly like that.
>>
File: wet kaga.png (712 KB, 739x1017)
712 KB
712 KB PNG
>>42118876
No, that's not what happened or how promotions work
>>
>>42119002
You dabble with powers outside your comprehension mortal.
>>
>>42118873
>and I'm not a fucking leader of men.
A Cpl is more of a leader than a butter bar.
>>
>>42118873
But Co--
Lie--
Marine, you can't just swim to Iwo!
>>
File: Flying Boats.png (147 KB, 1161x701)
147 KB
147 KB PNG
>>42114347
>would PBYs and other flying boats come back as Pelicans or some other seabird, or would they be attached to the sluts sort of like carrier planes?
I had the exact same thought a couple of threads ago for RCN Catalinas, I figured they would come back as Loons. Loons are sea birds and almost all of them can only take flight over water.

Also Loon's have a very distinct way of flying with a high flat wing and an underslung body, the resemblance is uncanny.
>>
>>42118984
I'm trying to figure out the point of the scope.
>>
>>42119021
Then explain what happened. Because I don't get why calling Hate an Lt means jack.
>>
>>42118933
Can't, planefag is your lord and master until he no longer needs you for entertainment.
>>42118954
And you sir should be getting piss drunk right about now with some Anons probably hoping for an awkward meeting with their chosen waifu for lewds.
>>
>>42119040
>scope
>>
>>42118873
>I'm not a fucking leader of men
BULL
SHIT
>SHITFUCK I WANNA GO TO IWO AGAIN CAUSE JSDF SCRUBS A SHIT THEY NEED ME
>OH BUT I'M TOTALLY NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING LIKE LEADING THO
A SEPTIC TANK IS LESS FULL OF SHIT
>>
>>42119040
That's a handle, not a scope.
>>
>>42119032
How about an albatross? Would they be a scout plane?

Because I sure as hell want to see a short sunderland albatross.
>>
>>42119018
I think I remember something like that coming up in a David Poyer book. Its the one where the MC takes command of a mixed sex crewed destroyer.
>>
>>42119040
It's a fucking carry handle.
>>
>>42119040
That's the barrel change handle.
>>
>>42119063
On the rifle, not the MG
>>
>>42119055
There's a sight on that one chick's rifle in the back
>>
>>42119085
...aiming?
>>
>>42119085
we all make mistakes
>>
File: 1439478771118.jpg (178 KB, 1280x819)
178 KB
178 KB JPG
>>42119026

Oh, please--one's a hyperactive ragamuffin, the other is a cosmically-deigned fuckup. Sure, they're not exactly a couple people that you'd leave alone with a potato gun, but it's not like they can do any worse.
>>
>>42119085
It's the sniper rifle variant of the Arisaka. It's for sniping snipes.
>>
>>42119105
They have built in artillery.
>>
officers a shit

enlisted were here
>>
>>42119105
>potato gun
O'Bannon when?
>>
>>42119105
You know you're just asking Murphy, and Planefag for that matter, to take you up on that?
>>
>>42119130
When the girls run out of ammo to sling


>>42119129
DI Hate when
I hear Parris needs new guys.
>>
File: nogoingback.png (89 KB, 705x419)
89 KB
89 KB PNG
>>42119032

>he doesn't know about VP-11

POST-THREAD WALL OF TEXT

SOON
>>
>>42119005
"Naka, care to explain why Arizona has an assault charge pending?"

"Well, we apparently were walking down the hall when some idiot decided to do top-of-their-lungs dirty talk while having sex with his girlfriend. The specific analogy he used pissed Arizona off enough to charge in and begin punching..."
>>
File: CKATkTtUAAAhhhn.jpg (54 KB, 500x636)
54 KB
54 KB JPG
>troubled waters ahead
>alcohol, poor decisions, and probably some obligatory waifu choices
>I have to step out for a good two hours
God dammit.
At least drag Goto with us, he's a functional alcoholic admiral.
And/or Arizona to keep us from doing anything retarded
>>
>>42119063
Oh, I see it now. Sorry, not used to looking at this sort of gun.
>>
>>42119131
This calls for the Gif of explosions with text that says "You could have stopped this". This anon doesn't have it though.
>>
File: astfoloblob.jpg (123 KB, 1200x1000)
123 KB
123 KB JPG
>>42119032
Well you figured wrong.
>>
>>42119105
You are talking about giving Sammy ALL of the PT boat corgis. That idea is so crazy that not even Hate would do it.Do you even know what this would lead to?

Giving Sammy control of the dozens, if not then HUNDREDS of PT boats on base then she will have the base in an iron grip. And don't count on Willie to stop her because she won't.
>>
>>42119018
>However, with modern military technology advancements, a 'test case' deployment could easily see a team of 'field experts' temporarily assigned to a nonstandard platform

Do *any* ships routinely carry a Marine complement, outside of landing ships/amphibious assault carriers and the like? I thought they were strictly appointed on an as-needed basis, outside of those specific examples.
>>
File: 1439483352559.jpg (1020 KB, 1920x1078)
1020 KB
1020 KB JPG
>>42119154

>implying Arizona won't want to get smashed as well
>implying Settle and Arizona won't bond over their brokenness
>>
>>42119154
He's asleep. And probably being carried back to his quarters. By Kongou.

I think he's going to have enough problems of his own tomorrow morning.
>>
>>42119159
The type 99 isn't that unorthodox.

It looks like a Bren gun at parts, even.
>>
>>42118760
Yeah I'm not seeing anything for the marines though there is a measure that you can re-enlist at your pre-officer rank in the US army if you were dismissed for reasons other than a dishonorable discharge.
>>
I can only hope this pic doesn't become true.
>>
>>42119223
its a fucking french copy. They always do stupid shit with their guns. See their Automatic Rifle that had open air mags.
>>
>>42119188

Not really, no. Marines will have a small, permanent presence on the larger gators, but not on 'regular' ships.

Outside of the odd mixed-service airwing, of course. But then those fuckers detach before the ship hits homeport.
>>
>>42119235
>Implying the shitstorm isn't happening yet
>>
>everyone expecting next update to break down along favored waifu lines

well I guess you're not wrong, in a sense
>>
>>42119263
mumboat's bar please planefag.
>>
>>42119263
Oh christ man, just let us get a little buzzed not wasted.
>>
>>42119263
Does Settle have a rape whistle?

Otherwise, he's fucked.
>>
>>42119253

There's a question - does the Navy fly their own choppers, or is that Marines? Who goes around dipping their sonars dipping sonars dipping sonars no go away I'm not done dipping this sonar for another three minutes who cares about bandits coming in hot or the strong goblin contact RIGHT OVER THERE this sonar doesn't dip itself motherfucker god fuck CMANO the day killer
>>
>>42119263
Oh god. We're adding Mumboat to the mix aren't we.
>>
>>42119263
Oh great, are we waifuing Commander, US 7th Fleet now?
>>
>>42119263
I'm just on for the ride.
>>
>>42119263
So who is it then? Arizona, Yamato, Shoukaku or Higgins?
>>
>>42119292
>So who is it then? Arizona, Yamato, Shoukaku or Higgins?

FOUR WHIFFS

they're right under your nose mang

think

uh

what's her name

singer

that singer, that's the clue for you
>>
>>42119253
They don't keep 'em on the CVNs anymore right? I remember they used to.I remember my boss was an old Chief he said something about having Muhreens.
>>
>>42119263
I'm assuming the "break down" part of that statement will be more relevant than the waifu part.
>>
>>42119292
>Higgins
Man i WANT to see this shit.
>>
>>42119306
>what's her name
Naka?
>>
>>42119306
lolnaka

shes really the perfect grumbling companion
>>
>>42119306
Inb4 she has a whole wet bar in her room
>>
>>42119306
Uh. Naka? I thought we were shipping her with Harder.
>>
>>42119306
For fuck sake. Naka. FUCKING NAKA!

THIS IS WORSE THAN STEN GUNS.
>>
>>42119263
Oh god, I knew it, we're waifuing Higgins
>>
>>42119306
>that singer
Joan Jett?
>>
>>42119306
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AN/SLQ-25_Nixie ?
>>
>>42119336
Not possible.

It's obviously Rob Halford.
>>
>>42119330
Yes. We are.

Naka is not our waifu. She's our drinking buddy.
>>
>>42119316
I don't. Remember how possessive Iowa seemed?

Now imagine that the person she's possessive of is hanging around with the japs.

And factor in that Higgins has LSRAMS.
>>
>>42119332
>worse than sten guns
M3 grease guns?
Nambus?
>>
File: image.jpg (417 KB, 850x1202)
417 KB
417 KB JPG
>>42119306
>that singer, that's the clue for you
So... Zuikaku or Kaga then.
>>
>>42119256
Trust me, if you think this is a shitstorm, you haven't seen nothing yet.

>>42119263
It really doesn't help that getting drunk tends to cause complications. Or the fact that the drunk shipgirl was bait for yet another big red button.

So who wants some cupcakes?

>>42119306
MOTHEROFGODNTR.JPG That'll be like a triple cupcake
>>
>>42119348
Aww man.
80s Joan is my waifu
>>
>>42119306
Kaga?
>>
>>42119286

Both. Navy and Marines have their own chopper wings. The SH-60, though, is almost exclusively flown by Navy.

>>42119310
They did at one time. Every now and then they'll have a Marine helo-wing attached for exercises and such.
>>
>>42119358
>Enka Kaga vs MC Zuikaku
Hue

>>42119364
>sweat.webm
>>
File: you're annoying.jpg (89 KB, 492x720)
89 KB
89 KB JPG
>>42119306
Nobody likes Naka.

Not even Naka
>>
>>42119371
Actually that doesn't really make sense, she got torpedoed nevermind.
>>
>>42119357
At least Nambus will kill you quickly.

When your sten gun breaks then the enemy is going to fuck you with whatever remains.
>>
>>42119345


That takes me back. I once had to replace the tow-cables on our unit because they developed cracks in the outer shell.

Spooling out 4000 feet of inch-thick fiber optic cable and spooling IN 4000 more feet sucks.
>>
>>42119397
>inb4 Harder is laid up in the hospital
>placed in the room that used to belong to Naka
>yes, with all the random bullshit she piled in there
>>
>>42119306
How does Naka time manage her duties as recovering warship, idol of the fleet, secretary of the general and experimental ship-to-ship relationship guinea pig?
>>
>>42119357
>Dissing grease guns....
You shut your whore mouth
>>
>>42119401
>not bringing a claymore to a gun fight


>>42119369
Speaking of music, the bar theme
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRoWm-_PYXQ
>>
>>42119424
Has the dead Yak been moved out at least? I imagine that he's starting to stink up the place, either way it's not sanitary to leave corpses in a hospital.
>>
He never said who's the one ending up with waifus you idiots.
It's "Settle pushing Naka with Harder" or "Settle pushing Iku with Harder" kind of vote

It's planefag. Do you really think he'd post something that obvious about route locks?
It's an obvious ploy, and he's sitting behind his screen giggling like a manchild as you all fall for his bait.
>>
>>42119431
Papasha was here!
>>
>>42118873
Yeah that was way over the line then. WAY OVER THE LINE.
>>
>>42119431

What exactly were the pros and cons the Grease Gun had over the Thompson and Reisig?
>>
>>42119456
>Do you think that planefag would route lock us.
YES. Remember SWQ.
>>
>>42119441
>the bar theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQo1HIcSVtg
Always, always ALWAYS Thin Lizzy.
>>
>>42119456
And thats exactly how we like it
>>
>>42119453
He isn't dead, just has a broken leg. How else is he supposed to bring back her message?
>>
>>42119390
You know, there's a case to be made that the study of both Abyssals and shipgirls would fall under marine biology...
>>
>>42119456
he gets it
>>
>after getting trashed settle wakes up stark naked in the the kitchen meat storage area with a fresh tramp stamp and some serious lower back pain.

Other things of note in the room included about a hundred grand, eight anonymous thank you notes left in lipstick on eight pairs of panties, and a recording device on the far wall missing it's memory stick.

Settle has no recollection of the past twenty four hours and no one on base will look him in the eyes for a week
>>
>>42119471
Cheap as fuck to build and maintain.

Which is a major point when you have to equip such a huge fucking military.
>>
>>42119477
Good taste I guess, though I'm not familiar with the artist. Also, I'm in the mood for some sax anyway.

I'd suggest Marvin Gaye but that would be off...
>>
>>42119456
The problem is that we don't know if he's being serious or being a troll, especially in this quest, as he could do either if it suits his means.

And like >>42119475 said he has routelocked us before (preceded by Trude conveniently vanishing for a time)
>>
File: 46772238_p0.jpg (222 KB, 749x1060)
222 KB
222 KB JPG
>>42119429
By being Best Girl. This is basic day-one stuff, anon. Get your head in the game.
>>
>>42119018
Could people use that as a "We're assigning you somewhere to get you out of our hair?"
>>
>>42119508
Basically this. planefag can do whatever he wants and there isn't much we can do to stop him.

Which is why you all should stop waifu warring and sit back and enjoy the ride, but I know that's not going to stop you lot.
>>
>>42119521
>Dat Hoppou
>mfw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DXICfDboAU
>>
>>42118358
>>42118405
working on it. i can't do much while i'm in the middle of nowhere without a scanner so it's a shitty phone pic for now i guess.

>>42118476
might be a bit too much for me but maybe depends on how much moonshine i'll have left.
>>
>>42119508
Our half-hearted shitposting hobby is no match for planefag's serious trolling hobby.
>>
>>42119491
>Though on the flip side, Yamato and a number of other ship girls are a lot more friendly.
>>
All I want is some Shokaku action this thread, Arizona got all the fun few weeks ago :(
>>
>>42119544
>AriZUNa
Hal, we all know how you hate Clownpiece but...
>>
We arrive.

So... Are things going decently?

Oh Sajuuk. You got Settle drunk?!
>>
>>42119564
>>
>>42119561
Where were you the entire battle where we had nothing but Shokaku up in our face huh?

It's Arizona's turn.
>>
>>42119504
>though I'm not familiar with the artist.
>Thin fucking Lizzy
How though
>>
>>42119535

If it's someone like Hate, yeah.
>>
>>42119577
Well we pissed off Hate by reminding him of his promotion.
>>
>>42119588
This concept of 'turns' is silly.
>>
>>42119593
After he started being a gigantic asshat to Settle in the aftermath of the battle.
>>
>>42119590
Well for one thing I'm not that big of a western music fan, although I have some favorites. vid related.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDQpZT3GhDg

>>42119591
Hey navyfag, brawl stories?

>>42119614
>>42119593
Now I want to hear what happened in Ramadi that gave him his butterbar (bars? he might be a full LT).
>>
>>42119577
You missed a beautiful shitsquall, Bentus. Followed by an Alpha Legion incursion.
>>
>>42118462
>Inb4 Hate actually takes advantage of his rank being exposed to get himself put in charge of the operation...

No one would be able to stop him, it's Hate, it's like with Crab, they can't get rid of him even if they wanted too.

He's one of the few people who can contain Sammy and the Corgis, Settle can't touch him.
>>
File: clownpiece.png (160 KB, 450x450)
160 KB
160 KB PNG
>>42119578
>>42119564
but clownpiece is my favorite newhou.
>>
>>42119602
This whole quest is silly. However it is true that we haven't seen Arizona for at least a fifteen threads or so.
>>
>>42119471

The Thompson was reliable, but heavy. The problem was more that the Thompson was fuckoff expensive ($200 each verses ~$10 each for a Garand) and took a long time to produce (~3 months verses 1 week for a Garand).

The Reising was actually really advanced for its time (closed bolt SMG, like the MP5 today), but like early M16s all that sophistication left little tolerance for dirt, grime, and other battlefield stuff. Jammed a lot, and required you to take the whole thing apart to clear it.

The Grease Gun was intended as the cheaper, faster version of the Thompson, but early versions succeeded too well. Early M3s logged literally every single malfunction imaginable, but one of the worst (and most common) was the weld on the housing would fail, sending the barrel and internal workings flying downrange.
>>
>>42119614

>I want to go help the JSDF get their boys out
>Being an asshat.
>>
File: QKr9hH3[1].jpg (745 KB, 3121x1608)
745 KB
745 KB JPG
Have a Sazanami while we wait for aeronautical homosexual to update.
>>
>>42119628

Next time (lol mebbe). I'm working on writefaggotry and need to rack out as soon as I finish.
>>
>>42119588
So this is the great battle of our time.

Katawa Battleship vs the Bland Silver-Haired Titty Beast.
>>
>>42119588
... No, for the entire battle, we had the battle in our faces.

Shoukaku, at the most, shared the limelight with Goto and Kongou... when the focus was actually on the Command Centre and not elsewhere.

Oh, and Arizona was shitposting directly in the thread.

But the concept of turns is irrelevant.

>>42119593
>>42119614
I'm seeing that right now. By the Great Maker...

Hate had a point. So did Settle.

>>42119631
I see that.
>>
File: kongou glasses.gif (15 KB, 347x286)
15 KB
15 KB GIF
Somewhere outside the administrative building you commandeer a ride by standing in the road till a jeep nearly hits you, then pushing the confused-looking young seaman out of the seat with gentle, but firm pressure from the tip of your cane. You don't remember the cross-base drive, or what time you reached your little apartment – only the moment of almost blind rage when the door lock wouldn't turn for some stupid reason (government contractors are useless the world over,) and the moment of grudging relief when it gave without undue violence. Stumbling inside, you cast aside your cane and angle towards some of the recently-delivered boxes in one corner; the rest of your luggage that had to play catch-up via MATS. The military will even ship your personal vehicle overseas if you want, but you've got to wait for such posh service. In the corner of one box you find a full bottle of cherry-flavored vodka. Rummaging through the fridge turns up a big bottle of cranberry juice; probably someone's idea of an old man joke and fuck them too. You pour yourself a screwdriver, except it isn't, it's a – a something, who gives a fuck? You were never a drinker.
>>
>>42119577

Naka continues to show she is best girl and yeah, Hate and Settle are having a bit of a tiff. We may or may not be heading out to get smashed with a buddy.

>>42119628

Isn't it 2LT that have the pair of butterbars? I know that full lieutenants get the silver bars, but I always thought they came in sets and not individually.
>>
File: 51972316_p0.png (69 KB, 400x300)
69 KB
69 KB PNG
>>42119633
>Not the most pure 2hu.
>>
>>42119646
forgot Mumboat and stacked guided missile yandere
>>
>>42119633
>Favorite touhou
>Complaining about the LAZER WALLS GOOD GOD
Hal confirmed for masochist.

>>42119644
FLAT
L
A
T

>>42119631
PURGE LEGIONNAIRES
>>
>>42119188
For their service life, the 5" DP Guns on the 4 Iowas were manned exclusively by Marines.

Why, I do not know.
>>
>>42119640
That part was not being an asshat. It came after. He does have responsibilities as an officer, no matter how much he hates being one.
>>
>>42119657
FEED THE FISH
>>
>>42119657
>Somewhere outside the administrative building you commandeer a ride by standing in the road till a jeep nearly hits you, then pushing the confused-looking young seaman out of the seat with gentle, but firm pressure from the tip of your cane.

GTA Yokosuka
>>
File: 1429515949691.png (166 KB, 1024x768)
166 KB
166 KB PNG
The Whogivesafuck goes down smooth; even smoother when you add more juice. You were an Annapolis boy born and raised; groomed for the service by your father, in the image of your grandfather, someone in your family ate splinters from Old Ironsides decking but they didn't really because her deck was never splintered because it never fucking happened. Point is, you don't drink like a sailor, and prefer not to swear like one – but today seems like the perfect time for both. You empty the glass again and refill it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“RRRAAAAH!” you squeal, twisting at the hip and flinging the half-full bottle of cranberry juice at the speaker. To his credit, Goto manages to catch it without too much fumbling. He eyeballs you for a moment and unscrews the lid of the bottle, then proffers it to you. Without further ado you empty the vodka into it. He sits down at the little table in your kitchenette, takes a good mouthful of the concoction and passes the plastic bottle back to you.

You take the opportunity to study your compatriot (through the bottom of the bottle, that is.) He doesn't look any more awake then he was in the CiC, but the alcohol seems to have honed his ragged edge. Straight or rough, the edge is still the edge – he looks like you feel.

“So,” you say, and fall silent for a moment. “How'd you get away from Kongou?”

“One inch at a time,” he says, taking the bottle back and swigging down his turn. “She put me to bed, then climbed in after me. Shook loose soon as I could, came 'ere.” He wiggles his arm and winces – seems full circulation still hasn't returned.
>>
File: hanako.png (616 KB, 796x595)
616 KB
616 KB PNG
>>42119646
>Katawa Battleship
>When Shizune is objectively worst girl with worst route

HANAKOFAGS, WHERE WE AT?
>>
>>42119628
>I'm not that big of a western music fan
This is literally incomprehensible to me
Especially seeing as https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QDpdS3Atyo is objectively the best thing ever
>>
“... so, uh,” you mutter. “How are you-”

He holds up his palm as he looks at the table, hiding his eyes beneath his brow. “Alive.”

“Did the...”

He waits for you to finish, his haggard expression open and immobile.

“... completely forgot what I was sayin,” you say, taking another turn at the whofuckingcares, product of Settle For A Crippled Old Has Been, Inc.

You look at the bottle and squint at it approvingly.

“I'm drunk,” you announce with satisfaction.

“Not even slurring yet,” Goto says, snatching the bottle back. There was an old joke in Annapolis about an Irish sailor and a Japanese one meeting in a bar. The punchline was they teamed up to murder an RN officer who gave some smugly superior advice to the Japanese sailor, but, uh, Goto can hold his liquor, is the fucking point here. You don't know why he dragged his sorry carcass across the base to come get hammered with The Amazing CrippleYank instead of lying in bed with a beautiful woman on his arm, but...

… here he is.

[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?

>VOTE FOR ONE. ONLY ONE. SWEAR TO GOD.
>>
>>42119665
Shit taste detected

>>42119663
Nah, I figured out my mistake there.
2nd LT's have a bar.
Full LT's have a silver bar.

>>42119694
Oi, I like Hanako, Shizune and Lilly equally, don't hate.
>>
File: 1440038106941.png (52 KB, 266x268)
52 KB
52 KB PNG
>>42119639

>$200 in 1940's dollars

That's gotta be, like, a couple thousand today after inflation is factored in, isn't it?

And fuck you Captcha a goddamn Merc SUV is totally a baby carriage, fucking asshat soccer moms.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119694

so if hanako is akagi

and Lily is Kirishima

what about Shizoon and nolegs and noarms?
>>
>>42119694
>liking bacon flavored sluts
go play Miki route instead
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
ONLY ONE CHOICE

it's probably the wrong one but FUCKIT
>>
>>42119705
>[x] … what did you hear on that phone?
no seriously what did you hear?
>>
>>42119651
Fine, turns are stupid.

But I was replying directly to a guy complaining he wanted more Shokaku.

Whatever you may feel about waifuing, which is very clear, We haven't seen Arizona as Settle for a much longer time.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
Fuck work right now.
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW
>>
>>42119561
Shes been getting shoved in our face since like the first few threads I'm sick of seeing her.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705
[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705

>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

PUSH DA BUTTONS.
>>
>>42119705
Fudge this is hard.


Oh well.
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

The first is pretty obvious back in teh battle, while the last is something best talked about later.

>>42119701
I blame the influx of too much Paul Anka in my country, bruh. Trust me, it gets worse.
>>
>>42119705
>[x] … what did you hear on that phone?
INVESTIGATE!

(hidden movement)
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ

What is your major malfunction? Or are you just giving Yamato the sausage?
>>
>>42119705
first question set has already been answered several times. stop asking it you broken track record.
>[ ] GOR DAMN HARDER I ONLY WANT WHAT'S BEST

or if that's not an option

>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

THIS OUR CHANCE ANONS, WE CAN FINALLY MAKE THE NIP PIGGY SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL.
>>
[X] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Getting some mixed messages from you there, champ.

WE WILL DRAG YOU DOWN WITH US AS THE WAIFU WARS CONSUME US BOTH!
>>
File: casual kongo.jpg (609 KB, 650x960)
609 KB
609 KB JPG
>>42119705
>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.


Dess
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
I need to know
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119694
Duuude
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119705
>[x ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119657
Settle. Do not drink too...

Well, I guess we know WHEN Settle got so drunk that Arizona tied him up and stole his phone.

Mystery solved... A week later.

>>42119730
Objectively or subjectively?

>>42119705
[x] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119646
She's not Atago/Dragon/Kaga grade and...

>Bland

If I wanted to be a dick about it, I could say the same about "quiet moe" Arizona, but I won't because that's doing her a disservice.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705
[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>>
>>42119757
Sorry I meant to say Hate, not Harder. Oops.

>>42119453
Yeah, but they haven't patched the dent yet.
>>
>>42119705
>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

HOOOOOOOO
>>
>>42119723
Isn't there an abyssal type that doesn't have legs?

Shit girls become shit enemies.
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

this is where we find out goto route is open and it becomes deathly important to aim for
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
File: 1422491635897.jpg (101 KB, 550x600)
101 KB
101 KB JPG
>>42119705
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou anyway? Gettin' some mixed messages from you there, champ?

We got away from the admin building because it was intolerable, no talking about it while drinking. That and I suspect we know in our gut why we're in there. And there hasn't been enough drinking yet to get into spooky shit. So the only recourse is to be an ass.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?

Feed and give the fish fresh water damn it!
>>
>>42119705
>[x] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?

We'll know the answer to the second eventually, and we don't want to know the answer to the third. The first, though, is something we've been wondering about both in and out of character. Time to get an answer.
>>
File: KONGOU DESS.jpg (21 KB, 350x350)
21 KB
21 KB JPG
>>42119705
[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705
>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

He's liquored up, this is our only chance to find out.
>>
File: peeking kongou.png (351 KB, 502x584)
351 KB
351 KB PNG
>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

DESS
>>
>>42119694
I too am a massive fan of bacon
>>
>>42119777
If we're getting into Semantics, Objectively it's been a day, maybe a bit more I think.

Subjectively it's been at least a couple months.
>>
File: HOOKEDONAFEELING.gif (904 KB, 320x240)
904 KB
904 KB GIF
>>42119705
>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705
[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?

Frankly the other two options are none of our damned business as long as they don't interfere with his performance.
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119705
>[x] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>>
>>42119757
>first question set has already been answered several times. stop asking it you broken track record.

Thomas clarified why he wanted your input - but Goto has certainly been pushing to trust you with more than your position or role warrants. You haven't even been here a week yet.
>>
>>42119705
[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway?

Burning desire to know
>>
>>42119705
[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway?
>>
>>42119705
>[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>>
>>42119330
>>42119332
>>42119336
>>42119345
>>42119348

turns out it was gaga

trapped in a rad bromance
>>
>>42119686
Hey, we should patent that name next time time we mix it, admiral.

>>42119770
>Merc is a hanako dude
Muh nigga

>>42119684
Except there's no cheat code for respawning.

>>42119821
REMOVE TAOIST
EVERY THREAD
>>
I don't know, this can backfire on us. Goto's a slippery one, even when drunk. He can turn this around on us if we aren't careful.
>>
>>42119705
>[x] BUT THEN WHO WAS PHONE
>>
>>42119705
>[X] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119853
RA RA OO LA LA
>>
File: 1352587313971.png (150 KB, 300x300)
150 KB
150 KB PNG
>>42119694
>>
>>42119853
You.... double-baiter!!!!
ICWutUDidThar

>>42119872
It should've been Alejandro, I think. Better track for the situation!
>>
File: FUCK YOU DESS.jpg (78 KB, 500x500)
78 KB
78 KB JPG
>>42119853
>The singer
>the cosplayers dressed up as Kongou and co

HAR HAR CLEVER, DESS
>>
>>42119809
... Miss Kongou, please remove yourself from the thread. You cannot unduly influence the vote.

>>42119820
You are correct. Still, Demetrious will decide who appears when.
>>
>>42119857
BUDDHISTS GET OUT
>>
File: previously harusame.png (294 KB, 445x590)
294 KB
294 KB PNG
>>42119788
>>
>>42119829
And for at least one of those days we have been in a hospital.
>>
File: 1439274136251.png (368 KB, 500x667)
368 KB
368 KB PNG
>>42119694

I remember Katawa Shoujo fondly. For a long time, I thought I had gotten past those feels.

Then my heart was shattered once more by failing to save another kind soul
>>
>>42119705
>[x] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>>
>>42119829
Oh right. Update!

Day 1:
Arrival at Yokosuka
Meet Goto
Return of Harder

Day 2:
Harder and Naka fight
Abyssal attack in the Philipines
Battle at the Philipines
BB-3, BB-4 emergence
Arizona EOD
Naka hospitalized

Day 3:
First Naka hospital visit
AAR with Jintsu, Kongou, Tenryuu, Tatsuta
First mention of AR lower
Settle and Kaga fight
Sammy and Mogami, Choukai, Chikuma fight
Meet Crab
Mindfuck Crab

Day 4:
Wake-up call by Kongou and Kirishima
'Rescue' by Arizona
Goto meeting
Call, CNO
Second Naka hospital visit
Briefing, Harder
Abyssal attack at Yokosuka
Scouting mission, Tone, Chikuma
Date, Shoukaku
Containment activity, Hate

Day 5:
Breakfast, DesDiv6
Range practice, Kongou, Arizona, DesDiv6, Willie Dee
Harder and Fubuki fight
Settle and Hornet fight
Third Naka hospital visit
Mikasa visit, Settle, Arizona, Willie Dee, Hate
Settle, Hate and Tenryuu fight. Arizona, Willie Dee, DesDiv6 bystanders.
Reequip Arizona, Kongou
Abyssal attack on Tone, Chikuma
Settle hospitalized

Day 6:
Battle of Bonin Islands
Iwo Jima emergence
Return of Northampton
Settle and Hate fight

Although it's like 3:00 AM, Day 7 will begin after Settle inevitably drinks too much and passes out.
>>
>>42119853
you dam cock tease you know how blue my balls are now
>>
VOTES CALLED

LAST UPDATE(S) INCOMING SOON
>>
>>42119914
I wonder if Settle will drunkenly go to Mikasa and eventually be lulled to fitful sleep by the old lady.
>>
>>42119716
Yep! And all that to arm one. Fucking. Second. Louie.

There's a reason the War Department stuck on to trying to fix the Grease Gun rather than stay with the Thompson. The same reason why the Navy Department went 'lol fuck you have a Carbine' to all the Marines who wanted Thompsons.
>>
File: 1440561695688.jpg (43 KB, 543x650)
43 KB
43 KB JPG
>>42119809

Goddammit, how did you break the passcode lock on Goto's iPad? Or did the Admiral leave his computer logged in again?
>>
>>42119925
Yes please, gotz shit to do tomorrow.
>>
>>42119705
>[ ] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
>[ ] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
File: 1439956318455.jpg (43 KB, 720x685)
43 KB
43 KB JPG
>>42119919
>thinking Goto isn't on the waifu list
>>
>>42119705
>[x] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.


we can ask job stuff any time, but the Kongou question not so much.
>>
>>42119903
>Wanting to be the one to save a kind soul
>Wanting to be a white knight

You faggot did you not pay attention to Hanako's route at all?
>>
>>42119892
There's also the Light Cruiser Oni, which is a legless fusion of Naka and Agano.
>>
File: Spoiler Image (2.05 MB, 2400x1800)
2.05 MB
2.05 MB JPG
>mfw I worked on KS almost from the beginning
>mfw I was part of the alpha and beta testing
>mfw I still haven't finished the game.
Have some highres art with something you won't (IIRC) find in the game!
>>
>>42119925
Awww.
Oh well, it was a wednesday thread after all.
>>
>[ ] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.

>>42119735

Hardly, her and Arizona are relatively equal
>>
>>42119829
Settle has been plagued with self-doubts and has asked variants of it. The question got answered indirectly throughout the thread if people have been paying attention.

>Abyssals can mess with your mind
>Goto's worried about losing it with all these crazed shenanigans or falling out of touch with normal naval obligations
>Constant emotional stress
>Probably his own series of self-doubts ; it's one thing to damn a faceless crew of many to death, another to slap faces on them and then weep over them. It's not like admirals remember each individual person.
>Plus, they're cute little girls.
>Wants someone to get into this and understand so he has a peer to discuss problems with

There may be some other, hidden motives, but I doubt it.
>>
File: 1424739963252.gif (158 KB, 209x193)
158 KB
158 KB GIF
>>42119946
>>
File: Sleep is for the weak.png (154 KB, 459x535)
154 KB
154 KB PNG
>>42119925
SOON
>>
>>42119925
Hmm. I really came in at the end of this session, didn't I?

Oh well. I don't regret it. Spending time with family takes priority.
>>
>>42119946
Wait. What the fuck?

B-BUT THAT IS FORBIDDEN LOVE!
>>
File: 1417232021504.jpg (60 KB, 629x269)
60 KB
60 KB JPG
>>42119705
>VOTE FOR ONE. ONLY ONE. SWEAR TO GOD.

[X] Why are you trusting me with so much command authority? Why'd you throw me into the deep end? Why am I even in that CiC?
[X] How do you really feel about Kongou, anyway? Gettin some mixed messages from you there, champ.
[X] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42119809
Undue influence on the thread? HAH! Have at thee, heathen!

>>42119959
>Dat upskirt
>Dat subtle messaging
Every time.
>>
File: 7l3yS.jpg (22 KB, 364x335)
22 KB
22 KB JPG
>>42119986
>>42119925

... shit.
>>
>>42119959
...why does it say "Stop Stem Cell Research" over and over on Shizune's panties?
>>
>>42119959

>stop stem cell research

Goddamnit I just woke up my parents

Fuck you you beautiful bastard
>>
>>42119969
Eh, I'm more talking about the "hey show me around oh no now we are on a date for some reason Hey you're in the hospital now, hey now you're rubbing you self on me in the middle of battle."

Every time we turn around shes there when she doesn't need to be there.
>>
>>42119735
I think its' refreshing to see a girl take action instead of sitting on her ass waiting for "senpai" to notice her.
>>
>>42119986
Go home Kittan, you're high on Spiral.

Double K never
>>
>>42120018
>>42120004
It was, iirc, removed from the final version of the game.
>>
File: 1440040669163.jpg (34 KB, 500x375)
34 KB
34 KB JPG
>>42120007
>>42119986
You dunce
>>
File: 1427942025596.png (44 KB, 538x805)
44 KB
44 KB PNG
You know what would be both cute and terrifying?

Sammy gets back all burnt out and exhausted in little girl "I want ice cream" mode, just to learn that Hate, her only true friend, wants to recklessly fling himself at an enemy that could literally slaughter him by just giving a passing glance in a bout of extreme self destruction and guilt.

she then proceeds to go abso-fuckinglutely ballistic on him, "what is your major malfunction marine!" etc and literally shout him into the ground
>>
File: 1432080921292.jpg (23 KB, 600x462)
23 KB
23 KB JPG
>>42119946
>>
>>42119939
KONGOU IS SUPER GOOD WITH TECHNOLOGY DESS!
DID YOU KNOW? KONGOU CAN BUY ANYTHING WITH TEITOKU'S LITTLE PLASTIC CARD!?
MODERN DAY IS THE BEST DESS!
CUTE OUTFITS FOR KONGOU AND SHOUKAKU DESS!
>>
File: 1432614046452.jpg (747 KB, 2480x3508)
747 KB
747 KB JPG
>>42119914
>Meet Crab
>Mindfuck Crab
But she isn't in this.
>>
>>42120029
Yeah, but the screenshot is still available online, chief.
>>
>>42119969
It is my perception of the matter.

>>42120014
Ah! Alpharius, your priority Omega command has been prepared.
>>
File: 1440548959559.jpg (68 KB, 640x640)
68 KB
68 KB JPG
>>42119956

IT WAS DIFFERENT THIS TIME, GODDAMMIT.

I read the signs wrong and...well.

The Blackwell groundskeepers were going to have a ball scraping a Christian girl's head off the steps.

>>42119959

>dat filename

/k/ripple pls
>>
>[X] … what did you hear on that phone?
WHO WAS PHONE?

I think at one point someone (I think Naka) kind of implied that Goto doesn't really dislike what Kongo does and that it's partly an act.
>>
>>42120020
Whereas Arizona basically shows up exactly when she's needed.
A wizard is she
>>
>>42120055
Indeed! And in absurdres courtesy of me!
>>
>>42120032
Then it becomes a knife-hands shouting match that every drill instructor in the world watches.

Not even Iowa could stop it.
>>
File: 1413266820385.png (51 KB, 230x250)
51 KB
51 KB PNG
>>42120023
It hurts because it's true.
>>
>>42120032
Then she has the corgis bury him in a literal dogpile of fluffiness and good feelings until he stops being a dumbass.
>>
>>42120071
>Sammy knife-handing Hate as hes backed up against a wall panicking as this little girl screams profanities at him that would crumple even the hardest DS, all while crying literal waterfalls
>>
>>42120050
I now feel sorry for Goto, and his bank account.

Were you at least considerate and bought some stuff for Arizona and the other girls?
>>
>>42120050
Go to sleep, you're high on apple fritters.

>>42120069
I still like the EVERYBODY WAS KENJI edit though.

>>42120064
Who be this esteemed dame?

>>42120079
I wanted to get the BAC glass even... just so I can salute the Cap'n's glorious work one last time.
>>
File: kongous.jpg (7.41 MB, 5870x4175)
7.41 MB
7.41 MB JPG
Also have this.
>>
>>42120062
Thanks, I'll let Alpharius know that Alpharius' order is ready.
>>
>>42120124
Kirishima looks like Shizune there.
>>
>>42120124
>Shitty CCs disguised as BBs
>Somehow a best
>>
>>42120124
Worst to best girl.
>>
>>42120050
Miss Kongou. Enough.

And undo this Caps Lock.

>>42120020
She is rather open about her interest, isn't she? It is likely that, had we voted in other ways than we did on the date, she would be less so now.
>>
File: 1440627646980.jpg (27 KB, 640x427)
27 KB
27 KB JPG
>>42120107
>>42120032


This has to happen

Hate has to KNOW that hes fucking up
>>
>>42120141
Well, they both wear glasses, so...
>>
File: 1439902076451.png (722 KB, 1180x800)
722 KB
722 KB PNG
>>42120111

Some Tumblr girls cosplaying as Kate Marsh, a girl in the indie adventure game Life is Strange. Got drugged, did some lewd shit at a party that was recorded, and was previously drugged and used as a plaything by the academy's art teacher in his own little sex dungeon/nuke shelter.

There were photos.
>>
>>42120138
... You do know that we have consolidated the Alpharius accounts under a single "Alpha Legion" account?

I will require the Alpharius responsible for the order to come claim it personally with the proper identifications codes.
>>
>>42120020
She's been a real girl for a year and a half tops.

I think she knows a lot more about "being attracted to someone" than she does about "starting and maintaining a relationship".
>>
>>42120181
No I mean, the art looks a bit close to Shizune's.

>>42120182
Oh good lord. I take it the teacher got away scot-free?
>>
>>42120032
No Sammy would most likely chain herself to him and not let him leave without her.

And despite her boasting she's most likely too damaged to be on the front lines right now. She's in no state to suit up and pretend to be a tank witch.
>>
>>42120182
Wait what?
>>
>>42120182
Wait, that's the one where the chick shoots herself, right?
That's a fucking riot.
>>
>>42120144
shit taste
>>
>>42120149
I'm pretty sure that's her normal speaking voice mate.

I don't thing there's a text representation of her "outside voice" so to speak.
>>
>>42120210
I know. Bad attempt at a joke.
One of the KS artists drew it
>>
>>42120238
I knew those strokes were familiar.

Speaking of KS devs, any word on Nicolamarfi?
>>
MEANWHILE!
>>
Shit, I missed the last vote, I wanted to vote about why he trusts us.
>>
>>42120227
And if I used my normal speaking voice in text, it would be an italicized, all-caps, bold script.

I do not write as my voice sounds. Miss Kongou can do the same.
>>
>>42120266
I don't talk to him much, but I've heard he's having some personal issues and has pretty much gone to ground, as it were. Shame, really, he's pretty cool.
>>
>>42120144
even Hiei's not that. If hte worse thing that can be said of a girl is her cooking and possible adoration of her sister, then you're doing pretty good.
>>
File: 1439904872785.jpg (92 KB, 1920x1080)
92 KB
92 KB JPG
>>42120210

That remains to be seen. The protag got drugged to be presumably taken back to the sex bunker dungeon and her punk best friend is currently contemplating having a 9mm-sized hole in her head. 5th and final episode is supposed to drop sometime next month
>>
>>42120281
that's not batlead under akagi what is this
>>
>>42120306
You mean batlead being princess carried by Akagi with his face in her tits.
>>
>>42120202
I thought the same, Alpharius.
>>
>[X] … what did you hear on that phone?
>>
>>42120328
While her fairies try to figure out what the hell to do with a busted Super Hornet.
>>
>>42120297
I know man. His pieces were really nice, especially the tumultuous ones.

>>42120304
Welp, something to look forward to then.

>>42120328
>>42120306
PIXELLLLLLLLLL
>>
Hey planefag, I've got a question. How many shipsluts could you fit into the bay of a B-52?
>>
>>42120353

WHAT DO WE DO WITH A BUSTED HORNET?
WHAT DO WE DO WITH A BUSTED HORNET?
WHAT DO WE DO WITH A BUSTED HORNET, EARLY IN THE MORNING?
>>
>>42120353
They'll reverse-engineer it, of course. What else would the IJN do with interned foreign military hardware?

Okaythatcameoutwrong

>>42120372
ANONNNNNNNNNNN
>>
>>42120353
They take out red robes, incense and start mumbling strangely around the newly introduced technology.

The results of the experiment were fascinating. My pet corgi became space worthy much faster than expected that way.
>>
File: 1440298809220.jpg (152 KB, 1023x682)
152 KB
152 KB JPG
>>42120372

Goddammit.
>>
>>42119705
TELL ME ABOUT KONGOU, WHY DOES EAT THE DONUTS.
>>
Sort of relevant but not a SupHornet.
>>
>>42120202
Naka knows better, she can just read up on it like the other girls did.
>>
>>42120378
>What do we do with a busted Hornet?
Give her to Northampton.

What else?
>>
>>42120378
PUT HER UNDER DECK WITH A LONELY SAILOR
EARLY IN THE MORNING
>>
>>42120400
I mean, technically, it does have a tail hook, so it's possible?
>>
So we fucked up with Hate?
>>
>>42120400
>Eagle Plus
>Akagi
Does not compute


>>42120414
Har d har har.

>>42120396
>uchu-corgi
hue
>>
File: 1439344110453.png (930 KB, 2560x853)
930 KB
930 KB PNG
>>42120217

The very same. Chloe's not very at the entire "surviving" thing.
>>
>>42120404
Shoukaku seems much more a girl willing to experience life on her own terms, rather than read up on it.

For good or ill.

Mostly good, as far as I've seen.

>>42120437
We certainly haven't done good there.
>>
>>42120400
...So who swapped out Manyuu Chifusu and Akagi there?
>>
File: Swayback Maru WIP.jpg (640 KB, 2651x3200)
640 KB
640 KB JPG
Well, while we wait, might as well post this.

Someone beat me to the punch on Salt Lake City and did a great job with it, but here is my 2 cents of drawfaggotry. Will probably be done for the next thread lies.
>>
>>42120437
Who knows besides planefag
>>
>>42120456
This is a great alternate interpretation of ol' Swayback, great work.

Needs more spiral energy though
>>
>>42120404
Shoukaku reads fashion magazines and other girl-oriented stuff.

The problem with that is, well, would you expect any remotely useful advice from Cosmopolitan? Now imagine somebody's using it as a primary source and has no examples of real-life couples to observe. She might as well be winging it at this point for all the good her reading does her.
>>
>>42120456
HOLY SHIT!

FUCKIN BASED DRAWFAG!
>>
>>42120437
Settle was lacking food, sleep, calm and was running on a critical adrenaline dose.
Hate was lacking food, sleep,c alm and was running on a critical adrenaline dose.

They both said things they should not have said, btu they said them in the heat of the moment and in anger.

It's gonna haunt both of them. They both fucked up, and they both know it.
>>
>>42120456
fucking

dying over here
>>
>>42120456
Is that Rapestove's?
>>
File: 1387537876644[1].jpg (448 KB, 3000x3000)
448 KB
448 KB JPG
>>42120456
That artstyle reminds me of some of the old SWQ art...EX
>>
>>42120437
>Wants to be the big damn hero, cuz is a marine.
>We say no.
>Fight ensues.
Only Gap an Elf knows. Also i wonder if Goto has to do this with Yamato often.

>>42119355
This is EXACTLY why i wanna see Higgins appear in this quest. It will be amazing.
>>
>>42120456
Is she flipping off Test Baker?
>>
File: 1439694245169.jpg (18 KB, 314x278)
18 KB
18 KB JPG
>>42120456

Pretty much what I thought her to be: a rough bitch who gives zero fucks
>>
>>42120528
Yep.
>>
>>42120522
>We'll never have ship-Hellcow
Oh don't mind me, I'm not giving planefag ideas here, oh no...
>>
File: DRAW PARDNER.jpg (111 KB, 607x900)
111 KB
111 KB JPG
You swirl the alcohol around in the bottle, watching it slosh with a kind of fuzzy, placid fascination. Everything else is simply too painful to think about, so you don't. You sense Goto tensing his weakened spirit to meet the inevitable questions – the phone call, his inability to resist it, leaving you to make the initial decisions that largely decided the battle. That's why he really came here, you think – to answer for himself before anything else, before you could drink yourself stupid kicking them around yourself.

You almost chuckle. No wonder Kongou likes him so much.

“So.”

“Yeah.”

“... how do you really feel about Kongou?”

Goto looks at you like you're growing eggplants from your ears.

“C'mon, spill.”

“What.”

“How. Do. You-”

“What?” he repeats. “She's fuqqinnuts and almost kills me and have you tried *paperwork* with someone like that, you know, like... what?”

“The admiral,” you leer, “doth, protest too much-”

“A mass street protest isn't enough with that crazy bitch,” Goto says, snatching the liquor back and draining half the remaining amount in one swallow. “I'm cuttin you off, yer talking crazy.”

“Uh huuuuh,” you drawl. “So in your office when yuh got me buttered up with brandy and what was all that about 'er making you a Captain again, nuuuuuuh?”
>>
>>42120541
>>42120522

The fuck is Hellcow?
>>
>>42120541
>Wanting an Abyssal pet.

No anon, no.
>>
“She did!” he replies, slapping the mostly-empty juice container against the tabletop. “A weapon's only as good as the people who operate it, which's why they girls ain't gir- weapons, they're *girls!” he exclaims. “Cuz he's – she's the crew, too, you know?” He shakes his head. “An' she's, she's so *into* it, every crazy-ass... she's all-in, all the time, just crazy, but, you tell her to put the rudder HARD over *into* torpedoes and she *does* it like-” he snaps his fingers - “and when it works she quotes Red Hoctober an' does a Sean Connery accent fo' the rest of the battle 'n even when you wanna strangle her-”

“So you like her?”

“Fuuuuuck are you drinking?” he asks as he finishes same in one swallow and tosses the bottle aside, flicking his now empty hand down into a fingergun to menace you. “When I firs' got this job, I was a, a nobody behind a desk 'n no warship man before that, nobody shoulda believed I should do-” he slaps the table with his palm. “But *she* did! And I did.”

“You did.”

“The asskickin,” he says with a nod. “Top of my class, y'know, but commands are assigned by seniority 'n there wasn't much money for new warships after the crash, 'n plenny guys ahead of me when China started shaking sabers...” he rolls his eyes. “An' a supply ship wasn't in 'sights of assho's with friends with per- pe- pu-” he shakes his head. “Political assholes, you want a warship you rattle sabers of y'own, you see?”

You nod.
>>
File: 1438278045027.jpg (73 KB, 475x363)
73 KB
73 KB JPG
>>42120437
The dude was a fuckin' idiot and Settle slapped his shit.
He's just gonna have to deal with it.
>>
>>42120550
Thing from SWQ. Martian infiltration robot we managed to semi-tame.
>>
File: USS Salt Lake City.jpg (234 KB, 700x700)
234 KB
234 KB JPG
>>42120456
I like it. It's an acceptable alt to mine if mine is too riskie.
>>
>>42120550
Read SWQ.

Just fucking read it so we don't have to spoon feed you.
>>
>>42120550
One of our alium pets from SWQ.

>>42120557
But... But.. HISSSSSSS man.
>>
>>42120455
Don't be surprised, Kaga and Akagi are considered stacked by fanartists.

>>42120456
Now that's better, really conveys the "gives less fucks than Sammy vibe"

>>42120490
I think she's mixing it with her shipgirl instincts (being assertive/etc), either that or she read /tg/ quests and is genre savvy about them.

>>42120580
Yeah and it has come to Young's rescue at least once.
>>
>>42120580
>tame
lolno. It was just doing its job, and WE LET IT.
>>
>>42120585
Didn't toorops draw this?
>>
File: 1425169930683.jpg (770 KB, 1000x1453)
770 KB
770 KB JPG
“Go ask Kaga and it's all-” he stiffens and tilts his head back to look down his nose at you - “-and Akagi sounds like a racist grandmother sometimes, like how could the *other* slants do nuthin, we're superior slant rance and roundeye WHO?” He shakes head. “But... but Kongou. I meet her and she's like, she steals my hat 'n plays with the tassels on it for an hour.” He chuckle at the memory. “Cuz I was the only one got close 'nuff to her to reach, n...” he shrugs. “She's okay.”

You crack up laughing. Goto watches with woozy dignity as you slump over the table laughing, and he even deigns to sway overhead, observing placidly as you finally slide off the chair and weep with drunken guffaws on the floor.

“Can't hold yer likker, eh,” he says with the air of faintly smug superiority.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to choke out. “Yeah.”

Goto's eyes focus on you, a piercing, intense study that starts at your face and travels down your chest to linger on your groin.

“... uh, Goto?”

“Your pants,” he says seriously.

“My... pants...” a thousand rumors about Japan's recent turn to the less-manly aesthetic and the classic tales of cooped up sailors race through your mind. Grass-eater!? What if his wiry, lean frame hides a hidden frantic strength? Were those doujins true? You begin to sliiiide away across the linoleum.

“Are buzzing,” he finishes. “Better check that.”
>>
>>42120589
The ONLY reason we got away with Hellcow was cuz the Aliums couldnt program worth a shit. We are NOT Young. We DO NOT bounce like that. We CANNOT bounce like that.
Shit an Abyssal pet is something i'd expect Hate to bring home.
>>
File: 1440310470271.jpg (209 KB, 500x663)
209 KB
209 KB JPG
>>42120580
>Martian infiltration robot we managed to semi-tame.

That just brings up more questions!
>>
>>42120572
Goddamit, Kongou is Jack Ryan now, copying ramius and what not?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jr0JaXfKj68
>>
>>42120585
>riskie
risque.
>>
File: 48696340_p0.jpg (641 KB, 900x1271)
641 KB
641 KB JPG
Groping about your pocket, you find that your phone is indeed ringing, still on vibrate-only. After fumbling it out (and turning it the right way up,) you press the receiver to your ear and accept the call.

“Skipper, do you speak Japanese?”

You blink.

“What.”

“Do. You. Speak. Japanese.”

You silently hand the phone to Goto.

“Eh?”

He listens for a second – and then cracks up laughing. Pressing the receiver to his chest, he wipes tears from his eyes and does his best to slur a Japanese phrase into the phone. You hear the curt reply, which sounded an awful lot like “fuck you” and the click of disconnection.

“He...” Goto chuckles. “He said th-that USS H-H-Harder ain't c-c-oming i-into p-p-port w-w-ith f-f-ucking s-s-lants r-r-riding h-his s-shoulders like a m-merry-go-round-horse!”
>>
>>42120623
>Shit an Abyssal pet is something i'd expect Hate to bring home
>Hate is dropping into Iwo right now
... OH YES
YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES
>>
>>42120646
IKU CAME!
>>
>>42120646
RUN HARDER RUUUUUN!
>>
>>42120658
....wait. Fuck.
>>
>>42120646
OH FUCKNUGGETS
>>
>>42120646
God damn it, Harder.
>>
>>42120020

The reasons for the date were made pretty obvious when she asked us.

Arizona was in the hospital too, is there a problem with her there? She was being even more grabby, to the point where we needed another ship girl to free us.

Settle literally set himself up for her to do that to him during the battle.

Honestly, she's not anymore prevalent in the story than Arizona is. She's been useful in literally every scene she's been in so this whole 'doesn't need to be there' is pretty silly
>>
>>42120646
Excellent. Miss Naka will be pleased.

And angered at her submarine compatriots. I am to understand that "poaching" is much disagreed upon?
>>
>>42120646
its okay harder. your CL waifu will be waiting at the dock for you.
>>
>>42120658
He's going to come back with Hoppo.
>>
File: nogunz.jpg (40 KB, 794x349)
40 KB
40 KB JPG
THAT'S IT FOR MY CONTENT TONIGHT! We have *two* writeups incoming shortly, one from Hate's perspective, and another by Naka-chan!

STAND BY

>>42120456
OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK AND READING MY DUMB BULLSHIT AND EVEN BETTER THAN BEFORE OH MY GOD I CAN'T HOLD ALL THESE ARTS

>>42120550

I tried to write a description and then just stopped and contemplated my life choices. How did I even come *up* with that whole... thing? Christ, I'm insane.
>>
>>42120646
Last op I forget to turn off my passive sonar
And I woke up covered in lewd subs


>>42120670
TOO LATE
PLANEFAG! HELLCOW ABYSSAL NEXT THREAD!!!!
>>
>>42120686
Only if you can stop them Bentus
>>
>>42120665
Not yet she hasn't!
>>
>>42120067

Arizona is literally almost always there, just hovering in the background. The whole mute thing helps with making her seem more unobtrusive than she actually is.
>>
>>42120694
>How did I even come *up* with that whole... thing? Christ, I'm insane.

Dude hellcow was amazing and you know it.
>>
I was pissed.

Pissed at the admiral for letting that one out. It's one fucking thing to deny a perfectly good op, it's blood on his hands, not mine. I don't give a fuck, even if I am pissed he's fucking trying to justify it to me. But that- fucking. God fucking dammit.

I was pissed at myself for getting drawn into it. Many things I may be, openly insubordinate is not one of them. I'm still a marine, god dammit, I've still got some discipline and fucking training. I'm not a wild fucking animal, like some people fucking think. I should have fucking known better.

More than anything else, though, I was pissed I wasn't going to be able to hide anymore. An E-3 or E-4, they can duck shit pretty easily, they're so far down on the totem pole nobody really notices if they're gone. A first fucking lieutenant, on the other hand... people tend to fucking notice when you're not where you're supposed to be, even if where you're supposed to be is completely fucking pointless for you to be.

Ok, ok. Fucking, so I am technically an officer. Battlefield commission. Not my fucking idea, fucking trust me. The worst fucking part about it is technically it means I rate a fucking command. They tried saddling me with one after Ramadi too, my own fucking platoon.

Fuck you, I don't want a fucking command. I'm a shooter, not a fucking leader of men.
>>
File: 1432487791545 (1).jpg (162 KB, 800x771)
162 KB
162 KB JPG
>>42120694
>Christ, I'm insane.
Kek
>>
>>42120694

CORRECTION: NAVYFAG AND CRIX TONIGHT TOO

Protip the cranberry and vodka thing is a combination I was sampling just now to write about it better and did I mention it's 1AM? FOUR WRITEUPS, YEAH
>>
>>42120694
We all are, Demetrious Poliorcetes.

We all are.

>>42120697
... Militarily or socially?

>>42120704
Arizona is a stealth Battleship. A very rare class of ship.
>>
>>42120694
IT WAS A COW THAT WENT HISSS. AND SEAN RODE IT INTO FUCKING BATTLE.

HOW HARD IS THAT TO COME UP WITH?
>>
File: 1418022242096.png (320 KB, 700x654)
320 KB
320 KB PNG
>>42120694
>I tried to write a description and then just stopped and contemplated my life choices. How did I even come *up* with that whole... thing? Christ, I'm insane.
But Fap Angel whatever would Chris do without her bovine of evil?
>>
>>42120646
It looks like Harder did sustain battle damage... to the ON/OFF switch of his SWAG. It's stuck on ON. And now he can't get rid of the slutmarines.

>>42120694
Thanks for the run, Planefag! I look forward to the write-ups.

Afterwards, I'll post part 04 of (Wedding) Ship-Bells for those interested.
>>
>>42120717
It didn't matter here and now, to be honest. I was superfluous, fucking pointless. A doggie sitter, and not a damn bit else. The admiral just made that abundantly fucking clear. Hang around. Watch the fucking dogs. Maybe look badass when a girl or some unwashed lardass nerd gets out of fucking line. Waste of my fucking time. Waste of all the training the corps put me through, and, fucking honestly? A waste of the fucking pay they threw my way. Hardship and danger and combat and whatever the fuck else, who the fuck cares?

As I neared my building, I could have calmed down. Being a pointless added-on question mark had it's fucking advantages. Like my 'quarters'. They'd fucking built a good-sized 'armory' for the girls when they started coming back in numbers, before anyone fucking realized it was, like me fucking even being here, a fucking waste. They'd used part of it as a damn warehouse, then cleared that out when actual warehouses became available. It'd sat empty till we got here, then it'd been assigned to us for our own supplies. It was still pretty empty.

I'd 'acquired' a few toys and set up my own small arms range inside for testing- nothing big, I didn't have that kind of clout, but I had enough for my needs. Asking for some favors from Settle's 'secretary' helped out. Yeah, I'd owe her, but shit like that, cutting through the idiotic red fucking tape, that's what makes shit work. You want something done fast? You find the people that can get supplies moving without too many questions asked. The girls had that advantage. They could get shit, no fucking questions asked. I guess I'm lucky he's got an eye for talent- I doubt Arizona or what's her fucking name, the nip carrier, would have gone for it. Maybe the carrier. I don't fucking know.

Right then, I didn't fucking care, either.
>>
>>42120717
>Every marine, a rifleman.
>Even the office--BOOM
>>
>>42120694
Important question.

How many shipsluts can fit into a B-52's bomb bay? The world needs to know.
>>
>>42120620
>Grass-eater!? What if his wiry, lean frame hides a hidden frantic strength? Were those doujins true?
You're both in the Navy, what did you expect?
>>
>>42120721
>... Militarily or socially?
Usually people try the second one first. Of course there are many a jealous woman who immediately goes for violence. This is of course where the term Yandere come from.
>>
>>42120747
OI FUCK YOU, YOU AIN'T ME
>>
>>42120741
The building was empty, except for me. I preferred it that way, I've never really much liked a lot of people around. I mean, I'm ok around my brother shooters, sure, but support pukes? Fuck 'em.

I lived in the back end of the building, a couple offices up on the second floor overlooking the empty racks downstairs. I'd had 'em knock out some walls, made it kinda homey with the flag that'd flown over the camp in Ramaid when- well. Fuck that, that's a whole other story. Had another room downstairs I was going to use as a machine shop, for the shit I'd have to fabricate myself, when the tools I'd 'asked' for came in. Till then it was all work by hand, and there were more than a few fucking things lying around. Couple disassembled Saigas, the 'missing' lower, along with a half-dozen of it's siblings. A mostly assembled SCAR-H. Didn't have MY fucking rifle, of course, that was still with Iowa, along with my fucking armor. I mean, I'd drawn another set when I'd gotten shipped here, but. It ain't the fucking same.

The thing I wanted the most right now was hanging in the back corner. Back in the little bit of college I'd bothered fucking trying, I had one, exactly one fucking teacher I respected for shit. He'd been in the corps for the early part of Iraq 2, gotten out, gotten his fucking doctorates, and went into teaching. Good the fuck on him. He'd taught me that if you're fucking mad- and I was fucking incandescent- channel it. Don't just let it fucking go, do something with it. Run, lift, fucking get a punching bag and go the fuck at it, something. So I fucking did just that. Running sucks and lifting is for pointless fucking vanity- but a good heavy bag, that lets you work out some fucking aggression.
>>
>>42120719

Vodka Crans are fucking delicious and when i'm not drinking beer are my go to drink.
>>
>>42119914
The list is missing Settle lend leasing his cane for beating purposes and receiving the replacement with dogfish.
>>
File: 1359649483426.jpg (3 KB, 124x127)
3 KB
3 KB JPG
>>42120747
>>
>>42120646

Whooo!

YES!
>>
>>42120763
I was already stripping out of my fucking blouse and throwing it and my fucking cover and tags off towards my cot. They landed about halfway down, fucking miss, but I didn't give much of a fuck. I managed to grab the remote for the one expensive civilian thing I had in here- my fucking stereo- and turned it on. And turned it the fuck up.

Way the fuck up.

Disarmonia Mundi's "Last Breed" kicked in just as my right thumped into the bag. It hurt, and that just pissed me off more. Originally, I'd tried to time my punches to the beat- which was no fucking easy feat, everything considered. After about halfway through the album, they were just falling as fast as I could throw them. My hands would be shot to shit after this, but who the fuck cared? Not like I was using them for a fucking thing anyway. As long as they could still hold a leash, that's all that mattered, apparently.

That pissed me off even worse. I was at that bag all the way through mind tricks, and on into the next CD- As daylight dies by killswitch- when I felt, more than anything, a pair of eyes on me. I didn't give much of a shit- I figured even odds it was Settle or maybe Naka running up to get me for him. It wouldn't have surprised me if it had been her, I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to chase me up here after the show in the CiC. Part of me- the nice part, the part that still, somehow, gave a fuck, said if it was Naka, maybe I'd better pay attention to her. After all, so far, she'd proven to be one of the alright ones- she helped me out, and I didn't really have anything against her.

So I kicked it, hard enough to aggravate the old stress fractures in my left shin and send a shudder up through the heel of my fucking boot. It hurt, but by that point, my arms were on fire and my fists had long since gone past the point of numb- I'd fucked them up pretty good, and I'd have to put 'em on ice to keep the fucking swelling down. At least I wasn't pissed off anymore.
>>
>>42120763
>Needing to channel the hate
A certain girl with triple 16 inchers can help!

>>42120728
Where did Chris learn that? I doubt Trude would teach her.
>>
File: sadchen.png (102 KB, 494x300)
102 KB
102 KB PNG
>>42120694
>>42120719

>mfw I had a writeup prepared
>mfw it's not going up because good lord thread saturation

o-okay
>>
>>42120783
Everything still worked well enough that I could hit the remote and turn it down, Howard Jones' kinda fading into the background against my own breathing. I turned around and kind of got a surprise when I saw Yamato- Goto's secretary- standing there. It wasn't a welcome surprise.

Don't get me fucking wrong, she's fucking hot, but after meeting her I didn't really have any desire to fuck her, you know? Like, I just... lost it. I don't fucking know, it doesn't make fucking sense at all, but there the fuck it is. That's been happening a lot lately, not like I plan to fucking tell anyone. What the fuck ever.

"Yamato." I said- I knew who she was, having had to fetch her out of Settle's hospital bathroom- fuck, what was it? a day ago? two? something like that. Time tends to blur when you're fucking bored. "What do you want?"

"Ah- do you mind if I come in?" She asked, quietly, still hesitating at the door. From any other girl, that would have been all I needed. Maybe I was still too mad to think straight after all. I just waved my hand in a 'suit yourself' kinda gesture and went for my fridge. Heavy bastard had been a bitch to get up here, but I'm glad I did.

She found a seat at my worktable, turning the chair to watch me. I grabbed a water out of the fridge and grabbed my towel from it's place in my 'kitchen'- a table next to the fridge with a microwave and a portable stove. I wanted a beer so bad I could feel it, but can't fucking drink on duty, as much as I fucking wanted to. I thought about putting on a shirt and figured fuck it. I worked hard to maintain my shit and if she didn't like it, she could ask. She wasn't lookin at me though, She was looking around the room, trying to get a read on me.
>>
>>42120761
Oh! You meant the people involved in the matter... I apologize, for a moment I thought that I was supposed to stop them.

Well, then of course the social answer is the correct one.

>>42120798
Miss Yamato? What a surprise...
>>
>>42120798
Not that there was much to tell, like I fucking said. She'd taken the seat at my desk and work table, which right then had the better part of a saiga-12 all over it. I'd had to look to get hold of enough of those to start tearing them apart. I'd have just fabbed a couple- not fucking hard, they're basically just AKs, but fuck's sake. One of Arizona's discarded secondary guns, still shrunk, sat there too, the miniature 5 inch rifle had been wrecked in her death duel with the first Iowa. A couple hand loads rolled around my empty coffee mug, and the coffee pot sitting there. My tools were scattered all over the table, with more than a little powder dusted over it from taking apart shells to try and re-load the damn things. No dice there. I'd re-line and straighten it when I had the hardware to do it, but it wouldn't do me any damn good without shells, and neither Sammy B or wee Willie worthless could magic up the rounds I fucking needed for them.

Next to that was my bookshelf. What? Yeah, I fucking read. History, mostly, I'd fucking gone through Shelby Foote's collected works four or five times in the hospital after LA. Well, after they let me off the meds enough that I could focus. Of course I've got copies of all the shit a fighting man is supposed to- the B5R, Sun Tzu, On War, the usual crap. Fuck it, if you want to see, come fucking stop by. Knock first. Not all the weapons are inoperable.

I set about making a fucking ice bath for my hands while she looked around. There's honestly not much to see- map of the base, another of the area, topo and road. The flag, I told you about that. A Marine corps flag, a war rug I'd picked up in the sandbox before things went to shit. Foot locker down by my cot, another pair of wall lockers I used like a ghetto ass closet. Not much else. Even if I'd cared enough to decorate, what the fuck would I hang up?
>>
>>42120798
>Bored
Well crap, explains why ALL THIS happened.
>>
>>42120796
>mfw I have another writeup waiting in IRC that had to wait

SATURDAY SHALL BE UPON US SOON~
>>
>>42120816
Shit, we didn't even have fucking centerfolds anymore, and it's not like I could run down to kinkos and get them to shit out a poster sized nude or six to admire.

Guess I coulda got a poster of Naka just to throw everyone the fuck off. Shit, why not?

She sat there for a couple of minutes, at least long enough for me to start to get fucking agitated again. What the hell was up with this bitch, ya know? Like, she didn't just come up here to fucking listen to killswitch, I know that for damn sure, and she wasn't doing fuck all else.

"So lemme fucking guess. You got sent up here by Settle." I said, tossing the empty water bottle over my shoulder towards the recycling box. Fucking hit it too, the bottle landing among it's dead brothers with a hollow clatter. "What's he fucking want?"

She jerked lightly at the statement. "Y-You mean the admiral? Your admiral?" She asked, her voice still almost drowned out. I frowned at the bitch and turned it down some more, just to be able to hear her.

Pro fucking tip, by the way. When you're talking to a shooter, speak the fuck up. Hearing starts to go to shit before too long, even if we use earpro whenever we can. It fucking sucks and all but guran-fucking-tees that you're gonna be using hearing aids as an old man, but who the fuck cares if you're not planning to be an old fucking man in the first place.

Still, we got lucky- I fucking understood her. Shocker. "That's what the fuck I said, ain't it?" I asked, stripping out of my soaked skivvy shirt and pulling a clean one out of the locker. "What's he want? Lemme guess, I need to go to his fucking office so he can load some NJP on my ass."

She shook her head. "He didn't send me to get you."

Wonders, may they never fucking cease.

"So then why the fuck did you come up here?" I ask. Like I said, don't misunderstand here, under most circumstances, gorgeous girl like that, alone in my room, up here of her own free fucking will? Oh fuck yes.
>>
File: 1388379501072.jpg (733 KB, 2048x1536)
733 KB
733 KB JPG
>>42120763

>lifting is for pointless vanity

That is dumb and wrong.
>>
>>42120816
>Saiga-12
Wait
WAIT
... Can you mate an AR lower to a Saiga?

>>42120833
Not writeanon, but I cant wait.
>>
>>42120811
>I apologize, for a moment I thought that I was supposed to stop them.

Nope that's actually my bad. Keep forgetting you aint human. Even if your really at speaking like one.
>>
>>42120842
Under the one, singular, weird fucking one I was in then? Nope. Not fucking happening. I got better shit to do than feed the rumor mill anyway.

"What was that?" She asked. "Why would you say that? why would you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked. Ok, fucking, I didn't ask it nice and calm. It may have been closer to a snarl. Ok, fucking, it was a snarl. Bitch was playing with shit that could bite her in a damn hurry.

"Why would you act like that? They told me you American marines had discipline!" She asks. "You almost hit him!"

"I did not." I responded. I wanted to, I wanted to so bad it was a fucking fight to not, but even I've got enough control to not. If he'd have hit me, it would have been a different story entirely, but even he's got enough fucking common sense to not. When you've got a pet fucking tiger, you don't agitate it any more when it's already pissed. You let it go, let it calm the fuck down, and leave it the fuck alone.

"You told him he got people killed." She says, all fucking accusatory. "Why?"

"He's a fucking commander." I said, stressing that last, all-fucking-important word. "He was THE fucking commander. It's his motherfucking job to fucking lead. Out think the other fucking guy. And he's let himself get so fucking attached to these girls the second one of them takes a hit he loses his fucking mind!"

I jammed a finger in the general direction of the CiC. "That motherfucker got people fucking killed because he was too worried about Hornet and Kaga taking hits. They're fucking warriors, it's what the fuck warriors do. This is a fucking risk all of us know and fucking accept. Fucking hell, the ops tempo they've fucking got you lot on, it's fucking amazing we haven't lost anyone yet."
>>
File: Wo_blush.png (275 KB, 450x600)
275 KB
275 KB PNG
>>42120557
But yes
>>
>>42120880
Wo or Hoppou riding Hellcow into battle when
>>
>>42120874
I had to take a breath- she'd shrunk back into the chair, away from me. Ok, ok, it's fair to say I got a bit heated there. "Fucking, look. I can't do much around here." I said, my voice a lot lower than I'd intended. "Apparently my job is just to fucking babysit the dogs and run the range. I'm a fucking rifleman first and foremost, and I can't even fucking do that, cos there's no suitable targets or some fucking shit. So it's a little fucking frustrating when this kinda shit happens, ok?" I tired to be a bit more conciliatory there, because to a certain extent, she was fucking right. I did overstep, even if Settle was fucking up.

This is the part about how I tell my sob story, PTSD or bipolar or whatever the fuck is cool with the emo fuckups out of the fucking legions of POGs who might have seen a tracer fly over the wire or something and fucking promptly all got combat action whatever. Well, fuck that. I was fucked up because I was realizing, hey. Guess what? You fucking missed it. We gave you two chances to get to Valhalla and you missed them both. Congratu-fucking-lations. Now your ass can rot.

She nodded. "I know how you feel-"

I snorted. "Like fuck you do. You're a goddamn ship. Girl. What the fuck ever. They've got you bitches cycling on ops fast enough to grind me down. Fucking, you're almost it for the whole western pacific, and you're sitting here trying to fucking tell me you know what it's like to be useless."

"In the last war, they nicknamed me hotel." She says, her voice quiet, but somehow carrying enough force to blot out my arguments. I'd forgotten that part- she spent most of the war doing anything but shooting at the shit she'd been built to shoot at. I'd have apologized, but she kept going.
>>
Odd, the one time I go back to read the first threads with Hellcow in them, the topic comes up in KCQ.
>>
>>42120899
"I was used as a transport, I fired my guns once, only once, at enemy ships. We withdrew because our commander thought we were under attack by a full surface action group of the US navy, not an escort carrier task force. Then, on my last mission, I didn't even have the 'honor' of beaching myself, and just died, helpless, under waves and waves and waves of your airplanes. That was it. That's all I did." She says, her fists clenching in her lap. "I was supposed to be the best. Everyone loved me. The hopes and dreams of the nation, a testament to Japan's strength and the will of the emperor." Her fists started to tremble, and I was pretty sure she started to cry. Can't prove it though, when she looked up at me her eyes were hard and cold.

"I-" I tried to say something, cos now I kinda felt bad- shit, maybe she did know what was up, but she kept going.

"Do you know what it's like to be built for war, to be told you're the biggest and best and have everybody know it right down to their center- and never fight? To be used as a transport and a hotel while your sisters die?" She asked me.

Her eyes bored into mine, and I could see it, deep down in there, I could fucking see it- she fucking knew. She knew the frustrated fucking rage that howled like a chimp in a fucking cage every fucking day you weren't out there killing the motherfuckers that dared to fuck with you and yours. The sun hot fucking fury that you had to keep clamped down hard or it'd boil out and burn you the fuck up. The shit that kept me going every fucking step in Ramadi, the shit that sent me to the gun on the Iowa. Just... the pure fucking rage that comes from knowing what exactly it is you were put here by the gods to do- and being denied every fucking chance to actually fucking do it.
>>
>>42120902
>Yukari is manipulating all this.webm
>>
>>42120870
The situation and context are ones I've never been in, that is all. The confusion is natural and no fault of yours.

>>42120880
Trade live samples to the Bentusi Exchange, and we will deliver your wished for Abyssal pet.

... After a few minutes of research and taming, of course.
>>
>>42120763

That teacher was a fucking moron then.

Expressing anger feels good, the more you do it, the harder it becomes to control yourself, because your brain likes feeling good and it gets more willing to get angrier when it makes the anger=good feelings connection. Expressing it physically is worse, because it teaches your brain that hitting things feels good, which makes it harder to stop yourself from hitting things when they make you angry (like vending machines, pets, spouses, etc.).

Holding in anger makes you feel like shit, so your brain learns that anger=bad feelings and thus learns to avoid becoming angry in the first place, and to get less angry when you do.

Hold onto your fury, let it burn out and fester inside and make you sick. That way you might avoid being such a fucking moron next time.
>>
>Hang out with female for first time in months
>Planefag thread
Great
>>42120833
>SATURDAY
>PAX
Aww fuck you
>>
>>42120923
"What it's like to come back, to try to be useful, and find out you have to hide, that you can't ever sortie, even now, when there's a desperate need, because your people- your own people- can't trust each other to not try and relive some whitewashed glory they never achieved?"

Fuck, I thought. The one bitch on this entire fucking island I couldn't just brush off. The ONE fucking bitch on this stupid chunk of fucking rock who knew exactly where I was coming from, and had it fucking worse. Fucking typical.

"Do you know what it's like to be told that, even if you could be open about who you are, you still couldn't sortie because the supplies just aren't there, your country can't afford to operate you, and they desperately want more destroyers and cruisers? That all you're good for is paperwork?"

I looked at her a minute, trying to make sure it wasn't an act. Don't let them fucking fool you, they can be convincing enough when they want to be. At least I wasn't pissed anymore, I fucking guess.

"Not exactly." I admitted. I mean, I knew what it was like to be a warrior that didn't have a war- apparently- but she had it a lot worse than I did, I guess. Fuck. I've never been good at this sort of fucking thing- commiserating, bitching, I mean, yeah, you do that, especially with your buddies, but fuck, I'm no shrink. I fucking hate shrinks, always trying to codify shit, break it up into understandable chunks for themselves. Fuck that and fuck them.

She looks at me for a minute, eyes looking for something in my face. You know what it's like when you've seen it a half dozen fucking times before, almost every one of them after some bitch says it's your choice between her and whatever the fuck got her panties in a fucking wad that time. Pro fucking tip, I don't deal with ultimatums well.
>>
>>42120945
She shook her head- found what she was looking for or not, I don't know and I don't fucking care. "It's not our place to second guess our duty." She said, still too damn quiet, but fuck her, I wasn't turning it down any more. "War isn't just violence, there's control, too. But we're just warriors, we just follow our orders and do the fighting. Men like Goto and Settle, they provide the control. It's not our place to question them."

I snorted. "Yeah, sure. Fucking control. You maybe missed the part where he was freaking the fuck out and throwing shit when Hornet got hit? Control my fucking ass, he's just as bad as some screaming fucking kid when he loses at a video game except, oh fucking wait, motherfucking people die when he does that shit!" I'd been getting progressively louder as I went on, till there at the last I was yelling. Probably blow out my voicebox if I kept up like this, but ah, what the hell. I learned to sound off in boot anyway, and it'd come back.

"He cares about his ships-" She started.

"Yeah, too fucking much." I snarled, thinking about him and Arizona. Or him and that nip carrier, what was her name. Shoukaku or some shit like that. "He's getting too fuckin attached at the personal fucking level and it's going to get everybody fucked."

"Love your men as your own begotten sons-" She started- I had to cut her off.

"This ain't sun tzu shit, Yams." I growled, chopping her name down. I wasn't sure if it was disrespectful- and to be honest, I didn't really intend it to be, but at the same time, I didn't give a fuck. "He's trying to cover that he knows Arizona wants to jump his bones and- what?"

She'd turned cherry red in one of the most amazing blushes I'd ever fucking seen, and looked like she was trying to disappear into the chair. "H-h-he- They.... uh... I-I mean-" she stammered, not quite looking at me and jabbing her index fingers together.

As adorable as it was, it also kinda irritated me.
>>
File: 1344378594936.png (228 KB, 512x384)
228 KB
228 KB PNG
>>42120941
>hang out with female
>reads planefag threads

suuuuuuure buddy
>>
File: images.jpg (7 KB, 262x192)
7 KB
7 KB JPG
>>42120456
Here

>>42120522

Its a mystery.jpg

>>42120528

Ayup.

>>42120585

I like the coverall idea. I figured she would be wearing something practical and low maintenance. I went with the undress white service uniform used in the tropics as a base for mine. I was tempted to make it more worn down, but not sure if I will be able to make it look right.

Figuring out the ship part is a bitch and half though. References only go so far. I am still working on the accessories.

>>42120694

See attached pic. But yeah, always enjoy reading your stuff and was glad to see you back. Would have posted something sooner but I move at the speed of slow and you have a ton of fantastic drawfags on board already.

Seriously.

So many.
>>
>>42120957
"We're all adults here." I growled, then had to stop to think. "At least, I fucking think so. I'm not real sure how it works with you. Besides, how big was your crew compliment? I mean, you had to have fucking picked something up. Iowa did at least she knew about it all, and you ougghta hear Sammy when she gets going-"

"H-hotel!" She exclaimed, still red. "T-t-they did that ashore!"

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "And they didn't ever talk about it aboard?"

"I wasn't listening!" She shot back, looking like she was trying not to choke. "Do we really have to talk about this?!"

That was it. I laughed. Bitch actually got me to laugh. Somehow, some way, that was enough to click in my brain- here's this returned animus or spirit or whatever of the biggest battleship ever put afloat with the biggest damn guns ever, and she can't even mention sex without turning redder than the fucking meatball on her nation's fucking flag. Shit's kinda hard to accept with a straight face, ya know?

It took us both a minute to calm down from that, I had to catch my breath and she had to find her ability to speak again. Finally, I shook my head and looked at her. "Alright, fine. We'll drop it. But my fucking point stands, dude's getting too attached, he's not making the right fucking calls."

"But it's not your place to judge." She said, her voice kinda soft. "Is it? A warriors role is to fight, a soldier's is to follow orders."

"Tis not ours to fuckin ask why?" I asked. She nodded, knowing the rest of the quote. "Yeah, fair enough, but at the same fuckin time, if orders are fucked up it's your job to not follow them. Shit, it can be your job to put a bullet in the fucker givin 'em if they're bad enough."

"But-" She started to protest again. I shook my head.
>>
>>42120973
"No. Fuckin, no. The fuckers at Nuremberg established that shit. Just following orders ain't a defense, and if the orders are fucked up enough, it becomes your fucking job to make sure the people givin 'em don't stay in a position to keep givin em very long." I said.

She made a face, one like she knew the name, but couldn't quite fucking place it. "Nuremberg?"

"Post-war, Europe." I supplied. "We hung a bunch of fucking Nazis because just following orders isn't a fucking defense. especially when the orders you're being given go against basic fucking human decency. Great fucking allies you guys had there, by the way."

Her head dropped. "I-I- "

I waved it off- that was a fucked up shot of me to take. "Fuck it. You didn't make the call anyway, you couldn't have. It doesn't fucking matter anymore anyway. I'm not gonna pull like the little submersible twerp and try and re-fight a war that fucking ended seventy odd years ago, ok?"

She nodded. "So why did you do it?" She asked.

"Because it's my fucking job." I snarled. "I'm a fucking weapon-"

"No, you aren't." She fired back forcefully enough to cut me off. "You're a person-"

She stopped when I started laughing. "Yeah, tell haj that. See what the fuck he says about it. Look, I ain't got the fancy fucking outfits you have, but I'm probably just as close to the civilians as you are at this point."

"Just because you aren't one of them anymore doesn't make you a weapon. why would you want to be one, anyway?" She persisted. "It's not glamorous. You become something you were never meant to be. I'd give anything to be able to deploy. But I can't, I'm an icon. Bad people might rally around me."

"You sure they're bad?" I asked. Her head snapped back up at that. I shrugged. "Nothing wrong with some national fucking pride. What, just because you did some fucked up shit in the past you gotta walk around in sackcloth and throw ashes on your head and wail or some shit?"
>>
>>42120984
She looked at me kind of blankly. "Bible, christian thing. Ah- fucking, don't worry about it. Point is just cos the people you used to be fucked up doesn't fucking mean that you can't ever be proud of anything ever."

She shook her head. "That's not the problem."

"So what is?" I asked, walking over to dig in the fridge for another bottle of water.

"The problem is that some people, some of them powerful, don't think we did anything wrong at all. That we were the victims of the war, and that the world conspired against us." She made a face, scrunching everything up and shaking her head. "And that's wrong! Maybe it is rude to point out someone's mistake-"

"But if you ignore history, you're gonna fuck up again?" I asked. "Thirsty?" She nodded and I slung a bottle at her- she caught it and popped it open, downing about half of it in one go.

"Thank you. And yes." She said. "Out there-" She waved a hand indicating off post- the civilian world, Tokyo and the surrounding burbs. "They think of me as... as... " She shook her head. "I'm not even sure what to say. Have you seen the museum?"

"Which one?" I asked. I knew which fucking one she meant- hers- but I wanted to be sure.

"The one about me." She looked down.

I nodded, it had been one of the first things I'd done when I could cop a pass after we got here. "Yeah."

"That." She said. "That's what I am. I'm not even allowed to be me, I'm too big a symbol. You know they believed as long as I could still fight, they couldn't lose?" She smiled, sadly, still looking at her feet. "I guess they were wrong."

That feeling right there, that just soul-crushing pain that comes from having been a last hope, and failing anyway, I knew it. I'd felt it in Ramadi. I knew that there really wasn't an answer for it, either, especially if you weren't there. I looked at her a minute and went to grab a shirt out of my locker. "If you need a minute," I offered, "Let me know. I know how it goes."
>>
>>42120958
Oh shit, you're right

Uh... Masturbate. Yeah. I meant masturbate. For five hours.
>>
>>42120994
"I'm... fine." She said, sighing. "It's just hard knowing that I'll never really have a chance to make up for failing my people."

I turned around and gave her a grin. One of the fucked up ones- I've been told the scar across my face where that chunk of torpedo shrapnel sliced me does unpleasant things to my smile. "Even knowing what you know about them now?" I asked, only partially jokingly.

She started. "I- "

"Don't tell me you'd never thought about it like that." I said, momentarily at a loss for fucking words.

She shook her head, slowly. "I didn't-" She says, looking up at me. "I never thought about it like that."

I nodded. "See? Fuckin, you didn't fail your people at fuckin all. You just let the charade end sooner, is all." I shook my head. "It was brave as hell, selfless as all fuck, but fucking futile. Even if you had made it, it wasn't gonna change shit, just extend it out a month or two."

"Maybe we could have gotten better terms?" She asked, still trying to justify the mission to herself- far moreso than trying to justify it to me.

My stare told her what she should have needed to know. She looked down again. "R-right."

I laughed at her, causing her head to snap back up. "Welcome to the ranks of the walking fucking worthless." I said. "At least we're not alone anymore, huh, sister?" I said the last maybe a touch mockingly, but I didn't mean it to mock her. Just the fucking situation we found ourselves in, this one fucked up scenario where we couldn't fucking do our jobs as warriors because of the fucking circumstances.

She sighed, standing up. "You want something to do your duty with?" She asked, looking at me. "A weapon that can hurt them?"

"You offering?" I asked. I'd been hammering at that miniature five incher for weeks, and it was still just junk. A saner person would have fucking sold it off as scrap already, but...
>>
>>42121003
You ever see a drowning man cling to a chunk of floating debris that can't support him for shit, but it's all he's got? Or a man starving to death trying to eat shoe leather? That's what that fucking broken ass cannon was to me. You don't fucking know, you ain't fucking been there.

I knew I needed one of their weapons to fight their opponents though. It was that fucking simple. I may not be the smartest motherfucker in the history of ever, but I saw what they can do, the kind of fucking punishment they can eat. I saw it first hand. As much as I love my 14, thirty cal just ain't gonna do shit to an armored warship. I needed one of their guns.

But the navy never built those fucking things to be easy to dismount. Arizona wouldn't ever part with one of her main battery pieces anyway, and gave me a weird look when I'd asked for the damaged secondary. Willie D and Sammy B had fucking popguns, like throwing fucking rocks for all the good they'd be. Hornet... I don't even know if Hornet had guns. Well, didn't, I do now, but that doesn't fucking matter for the purposes of this particular tale, does it.

And to top it the fuck off, the cherry on top of the shit sundae, those guns had to be carefully replaced when they got fucked up. No one knows, to this fucking day, how the fuck the girls do it, but it's kinda like how your body can fucking heal after getting hurt. It takes time, it may fucking take the help of a trained professional, or fucking several trained professionals, but it works. Dropping a damaged secondary, that was no big deal, apparently. Dropping a main battery gun is kinda like losing a fucking finger or toe- it's a bitch to replace.
>>
>>42121017
So I was a just a bit fucking surprised when Yamato just... I don't fucking know what to call it. Magicked a full fucking eighteen point one fucking inch main battery rifle into fucking existence and turned to drop it on my fucking desk. Knocked over my fucking coffee maker when she did, too, sent everything shuddering and bouncing around.

"Woah, what?" I asked, fucking shocked. "Isn't that- doesn't that- Yamato, what the fuck?"

She shrugged. "It's- my main battery was designed to be replaceable. I can get another. It's not like I'll miss it, I don't sortie, but maybe with this you can." She finished her turn, started walking out the door.

I almost missed it. I'd fucked up- this girl just gave me- like, fuck. She just singlehandedly not only put me back in the fucking game, she set me up to be the only fucking option for ground ops against the bitches.

"Hold up. Hey, Yamato. Wait a fucking second." I called, walking across the room and catching her arm before she closed the hatch behind her. "I, uh." I kinda lost my words when she turned around.

"Hey, fucking, I'm sorry and shit." I said. "It's just- fucking- you know, me and Settle go back a bit and fighting with friends-" I blew out what air was left was left in my lungs and looked at her. "I didn't mean it like that, ya know? It's just- fucking-"

"It's hard to wait?" She asked, turning back towards me. I let go of her and nodded, glad she understood.

"I mean, I've been in the shit before, and it's like- Like... Fuck." I had to struggle for words, and couldn't really. But I mean, fuck, after Ramadi, what the fuck was I supposed to say? I'd more than done my job there, at least that's what they all said when they pinned on my shit and gave me that full, legit commission and said all the shit they said before they shoved me off to a undermanned VBSS team aboard an ancient fucking Arleigh Burke.
>>
>>42121017
>Hate's getting 18 inches of pure fury
Well then!
>>
>>42121032
But she just gave me an out. This fucking chick- I mean, I'd owe her forever just for the fucking gesture, let alone if it would actually work. Oh, Settle would lose his fucking shit, sure, but-

She smiled kinda sadly at me. "At least this way we don't have to both be useless." She said, still standing by the hatch. "If you can make that work, I can give you plenty of shells for it. Maybe-" A pause. "Maybe that way even if I can't fight, part of me can."

I shook my head. "Ok, that's enough of that shit. You got me back into the game, I'll get you in."

A spark of hope crossed her face to settle in her eyes. She was looking at me again, trying to find the lie.

Pro motherfucking tip: I don't lie. not about shit like that.

"Meet me down at the range tomorrow morning at oh-five." I said. "Don't be fuckin late. But unless you wanna stay for evening chow, I gotta start making some phone calls."

Girl looked ready to kiss me- for a second I thought she was gonna fucking try. Instead she just wrapped me in a bone-crushing fucking hug and skipped- fucking skipped!- out of the building without saying anything. I watched her go, till she'd cleared the front hatch, still skipping. She was gonna do that all the way back to the CiC or Goto's office or wherever the fuck, I bet myself.

I didn't have time to think about it though. Instead I stalked over to my discarded blouse, grabbing the phone out of the pocket and punching speed dial. I was gonna be busy, and assuming she didn't think I was fucking evil incarnate, so was Naka. It wasn't till she'd deadpanned "You want what?" at me that I realised I may have bit off a bit more than I could fucking handle.

But fuck her and fuck you. I made a fucking promise, and you never, ever make girls promises you can't keep.
>>
File: 1427612252692.jpg (65 KB, 1280x720)
65 KB
65 KB JPG
>>42121033
>Hate's getting 18 inches of pure fury
where?
>>
>>42121039
that's fucking it
>>
>>42121058
Pretty fukin good, I guess. Nothing exploded tho, try harder next time.
>>
>>42121058
Oi Corp--
Lieu--
Marine! What the hell did you ask Naka to procure this time, Picatinny rails for your 18 incher?

>>42121045
ufufufufu, you know the answer to that chief!
>>
>>42120972
I also thought that besides her main turrets, she would be packing a Tommy gun with a cylinder clip and big ass wrench to fight with. I still have an Idea that she would have an odd mentor/mother figure to Sammy B. Sammy is all offense and rage, Salt Lake is luck, toughness, finesse and skill.
>>
>>42121065
Give me some fucking time
>>
>>42121039
Lt. Hate, I dare say you've made yourself a friend for the rest of your life.
>>
>>42121058
Well. That's the second battleship you've attracted.

Congratulations, Lieutenant. You've been confirmed for BB catnip.
>>
>>42121078
i agree with the starbase.
>>
>>42121045
Into his shoulder, through his shoulder, out his shoulder...
Arms grow back, right?
>>
>>42121081
>>42121078
It still feels weird to call Hate an LT.
>>
File: blue RJ.jpg (97 KB, 900x1200)
97 KB
97 KB JPG
The continuation of Torpedofriends continues.

Hnn. I stirred in my bunk, illuminated faintly by light seeping under the curtain and doorframe. I sl-o-o-o-wly stretch out as I rise out of bed. A completely new feeling, waking up on my own terms. Feels like a good time to have breakfast.
… Oh …
The electric clock on my desk says 11:00. The defac is already serving lunch. Lunch is fine too I guess.
- - -
I step up the concrete stairs leading to the cafeteria, and put myself at the end of the short-order line. It seems there's a new employee behind the counter. She's.... massive. Vertically, at least. Something just seems off. I wait in line until it's my turn to place an order.
“Hello!” She greets me. “What can I make for you”
“I'll have a turkey club. Are you new around here? I feel like I've seen you before.” She jumps up in surprise.
“I-I just started! I'm just a new s-s-s-s... sh shhh … shheerrrver. I'm a new server here.” She closes her eyes and nods, as if confirming this to herself. Whatever. After receiving my sandwich I find and empty table and start eating.
It's not the same.
As I see one of the short destroyers walk towards my table, I begin to realize an unexpected weakness of sitting alone; someone will want to sit next to you. I'm thinking of a particularly scathing remark as I remember that she's one of the light carriers. I'm sure they're an okay bunch. It's a good thing these aren't tall tables.
“Heya there Kitakami.”
I picture her climbing a bar stool like a mountain. The icy winds blowing her twintails furiously.
“Hehehehey.”
“I've juss been so frustrated! I'd thought for sure I was gonna get to go with the other carriers.”
“... Eh?”
>>
>>42121085
We going full Ash now?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZj5kU8KbGA
>>
File: BB-61 GET.jpg (506 KB, 1500x900)
506 KB
506 KB JPG
>>42121081
Yeah there's probably gonna be words about that later.

----------------

Hay everyone, I finished my Iowa story, but it's a bit much to post in thread tonight with all these other stories, so Ima just link this right here:

BB-61, Part 4
http://pastebin.com/Z1gJYFGA
>>
>>42121039
So Hate just got a fucking 18 incher?

If you don't dress it up like a revolver then you are missing out on some quality puns.
>>
>>42121084
Technically, I'm a giant ship.

>>42121090
It is hardly weird. Bound personas change titles and occupations so quickly and frequently in their flicker lives.

And we have learnt that accurately addressing someone by their proper names and ranks is important for business.
>>
>>42121058
Very nice
>>
IDK, why but I feel we were kind of railroaded a bit by either trying to beat up Hate or calling him out on his rank.

Would it have made a difference?
>>
>>42121099

“Ya, know! On the expedition today. I was bein' considered, but they ended up going with some submarines to replace me. What with all these full-sized carriers we have lyin' aound, I feel like I'm not even needed anymore. Even worse there's a yankee carrier now.”

“I guess I know how you feel, I haven't really been doing anything lately either.”

“Tsh, Even if all the carriers that went out got blew to bits they'd still have the two crane sisters ... just can't catch a break, probably thought I'd be too slow and keep 'em all held back.”

I swirl my straw in my soda around, thinking.

“Isn't Kaga the slowest though?”

I hear a gurgling sound it looks like Ryuujou chokes a bit on a piece of food.

“That... that... I CAN'T BELEIVE THIS!” She says as she slams down her now empty milk carton. “I don't wanna be stuck escortin' cargo ships all the time, ya know?”

“That's what destroyers are for anyway, right?”

“Hmm Hmm!” She nods in agreement.

“I'm really with you on this, I'm tired of just.... living.... I want to go fight.”

“Erh, I wouldn't put it like that...”

Ryuujou still looks a bit downcast. It seems like she's folding a paper napkin in vague airplane shape.

“That's not going to go anywhere.”

She does a few weird motions with her hand and whispers at the paper plane before picking it up and tossing it at me.

I'm pretty unamused, seeing as it's probably going to land right on my plate. Instead it instantly loops upward and over Ryuujou's head, smoothly sailing through the cafeteria before gently unfolding

and draping itself over a petty officer's head.

“That's a pretty good trick.”

“Ehe, thanks thanks.....” Ryujou replies, blushing a bit.

-

We finish off our lunch before parting ways, Ryuujou telling me “Ya not as bad as they say.”

Great.
>>
>>42121111
Hate's is a special case, man. It's like he should be the ETERNAL CORPORAL or some stuff.

>>42121110
You gotta ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
>>
>>42121104
FUCK YES.

TODAY IS BEST DAY.
>>
>>42121110
A bit tricky to make into a revolver, methinks.
>>
>>42121111
You produce absolutely everything for an entire civilization in space. You are more than a ship.
>>
File: not my carriers.jpg (2.03 MB, 1945x2908)
2.03 MB
2.03 MB JPG
>>42121127

As I'm walking back to my room I notice a figure behind a tree; trying, and failing at being inconspicuous. The light green hair in a high ponytail sticks out as I come past.

“Psst, hey Kitakami.”

“Yuubari, what are you doing?”

“Kitakami you've got to see this! It's great. Follow me.” Yuubari bolts off, across a pristine lawn before stopping at the next grove of trees to look back. She waves her hand in a beckoning manner.

I guess I don't have anything else to do.

I jog after her as she leads me across the base. I follow her as she goes through a small path between a row of bushes and a chain-link fence before I stop her.
“Hey, hey, are we about to steal something?”

Yuubari pauses, before turning around, her backpack swishing. “Eh, no, not exactly. I mean stealing is taking the original copy and we're just..” I raise up my hands to interrupt her.

“Fine, technicalities, whatever. Where are we?”

“This is the back of the CIC. The fence isn't secured down here, and there's a tree we can climb to the roof. Come on.”

“What. What?” Yuubari ignores my protest as she slips around the fencing, while I follow reluctantly.

We use the nearby tree to climb up to the first floor roof, where we're able to take a maintenance ladder to the upper roof. Yuubari goes to sit in the shadow of an airvent, taking out her laptop.

“Can you tell me what this is all about already?”

“Some idiot left a wireless usb clicker plugged into one of the main computers. What a fool.”

“Uh yeah. Yep.” I'd leave right now, but I'm not sure how to get back to the dorms from here anwyay. I take a seat right next to Yuubari, intent on getting something out of this trip.

“Alright... here we go.” Yuubari types and clicks a bit on her keyboard, before a video of some sort appears. “This is live.”
>>
>>42121104
>http://pastebin.com/Z1gJYFGA
Hey feelthy can you pastebin all of them plz?
>>
>>42121104

Thank you for not super-saturating the thread, dude.
>>
>>42121032
>she set me up to be the only fucking option for ground ops against the bitches.
Can't they use shipgirls? Some of them were firing from the top of the fucking radio tower during the air raid, they can operate on land just fine.
Abyssal land invasion when
>>
File: summer rj.jpg (176 KB, 804x881)
176 KB
176 KB JPG
>>42121153

It's the sea.... An aerial view. I can see the wakes of multiple ships below, before they open up with their cannons. “Can't you zoom in?” I asked.

“Ah, well I can but they might notice that the camera controls are moving on th-”

“Come on Yuubari just do it.”

A few more clicks the camera zooms in and the unmistakable forms of our heavy cruisers can be seen: Maya, Tone, Chikuma, Takao. Their rate of fire increases, as splashes from enemy shells shoot up the sea.

“Looks like we tuned in right at the action.”

The frequency of incoming shots increases, hits landing on Takao and Maya, each of them buckling with every impact, but still sailing strong. Yuubari is silent, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Hey, Yuubari go look at what they're shooting.”

She moves the camera onto the abyssal cruisers, it looked like at least one was completely disabled, but the others were mostly shrugging off shells like you would rain. Yuubari zooms the camera out again.

“I-I don't think they're winning.” Yuubari says quietly. A shell hits Takao, silencing one of her primary turrets. The beating continues as the allied fleet changes direction away from the abyssals. “Kitakami... they're not gonna win like this.”

“There have to be other units, zoom out further.”

Yuubari searches the area and finds a double flotilla of destroyers, zooming in to confront the abyssals. They're already exchanging fire. Here come the expendable assets. A tight grouping of shells hits one of our destroyers, a fireball springs up and her speed drops.

“No!” Yuubari shouts out before covering her mouth. “That was H-hayashimo... we.. we just had... those drinks together.”

I just felt frustration. Can't dodge, can't take a hit. Useless.

“Are you crying Yuubari? That's what they're for. Going into the thick of it and protecting the important assets.”
There's no response.
>>
>>42121167
You can find all of my writings here: http://pastebin.com/u/HORRUU-NEEEETOOH
>>
>>42121153
>Yuubari pauses, before turning around, her backpack swishing. “Eh, no, not exactly. I mean stealing is taking the original copy and we're just..”

Yuubari confirmed for pirate party
>>
File: pffffhahahaha.jpg (15 KB, 192x171)
15 KB
15 KB JPG
>>42121104

>“So where the fuck is this guy supposed to be, and can we get him out of here before whatever did this finds us?” The Corporal asks once more.

>“Oh my God, shut the fuck up Price.”
>>
>>42121193
>“Are you crying Yuubari? That's what they're for. Going into the thick of it and protecting the important assets.”

goddamn that's cold
>>
>>42121193
The carnage continues on both sides, each bloodying each other. The abyssal destroyers have mostly been destroyed, but most of the allied destroyers have taken hits or been disabled, while the enemy cruisers still sail onward.

It's not looking good. Maybe some torpedo hits can change the tide but none of those worthless destroyers even carry enough to do any good. I'd have cleared the enemy out by now. The camera focus is back on the abyssal cruisers, firing at anything nearby as it chases after our heavy cruisers. Fresh impacts suddenly appear on the abyssal cruiser from an odd angle.

I nudge Yuubari. “Hey, HEY! Where are those shots coming from?”

It's not until I flick the side of her head does she move the camera about before focusing on a a gleaming ship, a huge cruiser, completely foreign to me. It fires its guns at a frightening rate, silencing the opposition quickly. The sounds of battle end as all cannons fall silent. I rack my brain for an explanation. A submerged ship? Some sort of advanced American technology? That can't be right. It's lacking the hard angles and smooth surfaces of a modern warship.

Hmm. A returned ship, that's probably it. How absurd. As if every battle could be solved by just pulling a fresh warship out of literally nowhere.
I stand up, “Looks like we won.” There's no point staying around watching fires be put out and a sail back to port.

“Y-yeah..” Yuubari answers, without enthusiasm.

I climb down off the roof, without hearing anyone behind me. I'll find my way back eventually.

- - -
>>
>>42121132
That may be so, but you would not believe how many times such things led to tremendous errors in delivery for the Bentusi Exchange.

One very embarrassing time, a very young trade ship delivered a supply of potent explosive compounds to... well... a refugee station. Because the demand had been made by a Commodore whose father (who shared his name and had also been a Commodore before retiring) had been relocated to said station.

Meanwhile, the Commodore received the medical supplies urgently required by the refugee station.

It was highly embarrassing to the Exchange.

>>42121151
... I am mobile. I cannot be a starbase.
>>
>>42121191
Now I'm hoping Yamato and Hate do land ops on abyssal bases.
>>
>>42121099
>I step up the concrete stairs leading to the cafeteria, and put myself at the end of the short-order line. It seems there's a new employee behind the counter. She's.... massive. Vertically, at least. Something just seems off. I wait in line until it's my turn to place an order.
>“Hello!” She greets me. “What can I make for you”
>“I'll have a turkey club. Are you new around here? I feel like I've seen you before.” She jumps up in surprise.
>“I-I just started! I'm just a new s-s-s-s... sh shhh … shheerrrver. I'm a new server here.” She closes her eyes and nods, as if confirming this to herself. Whatever. After receiving my sandwich I find and empty table and start eating.


thats fucking Iowa

THAT IS FOR SURE FUCKING IOWA
>>
>>42121238
>... I am mobile. I cannot be a starbase.

TELL IT TO THE SCRAMWEB CUZ FC AIN'T LISTENIN
>>
>>42121058
Quite a telling story... and I suspect it was a take that towards us the readers.

>>42120972
Yours is better as it looks more fitting of the series.

>>42121081
He's going to have his hands full.

>>42121099
RJ appears.

>>42121126
I suspect the blow up was going to happen one way or another.

>>42121229
More like better rack.
>>
>>42121238
Well, that's a decent argument, I guess.
Still want to call Hate the ETERNAL CORPORAL though.
>>
File: 1436293138618.jpg (350 KB, 750x750)
350 KB
350 KB JPG
>>42121257
>massive
>two-ocean body
>>
File: POI.png (296 KB, 500x516)
296 KB
296 KB PNG
>>42121229

As fate would have it, I end up running into Ise and Hyuuga within minutes of leaving Yuubari. Maybe the gym is over here? Dunno. As much as it pains me they probably know the way back.

“Oy, hey Kitakami.” Ise cheefully waves at me.

“We just finished our workout, wanna get some dinner with us?” Hyuuga chimes in. They're both built like a goddamn bunker, there's no way they had this much.... mass on them when they I first met them. Does that make them stronger ships too?

“Uh. Yeah. Let's do that.” What do they even eat to get that big? As soon as my affirmative is heard, Ise instantly wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as we start walking.

“You seem a bit upset, Kitakami. What's bothering you?” Hyuuga asks.

“There's nothing wrong with me.” We only get a few more steps before I almost lose my footing because Ise has stopped walking with me still in her grip.

“Oh my god.” Ise spins me around to look directly at her. “You lost Ooi. Listen, there's no need to worry. We'll help you out.” My mouth opens but no sounds are able to come out.

“She couldn't have gone far, right Ise? We should split up.”

“Tut tut, Hyuuga. Don't you know that's how we get lost even more? Besides, with three sets of eyes we won't miss anything.”

These idiots. How do they even function.

“I haven't lost Ooi.” I say calmly, before these two can work themselves up even more.
>>
>>42121126
>Would it have made a difference?

Whenever the actual course of events is fixed, the votes effect *why* a character does what they do, which has greatly defined Settle as I know him, and has, in turn, massively effected the course of events. Hell, the Shoukaku date happening at all was dependent largely on factors like that.
>>
>>42121269
The hell is yamato doing in the officers' mess?
Don't give me arguments about her chefs.
>>
>>42121291

undercover, remember? her entire existence has been kept under wraps.
>>
It is surely fitting that the worst person in a planefag thread writes a character so utterly unlikeable.
>>
>>42121258
I am the Great Harbour Ship of Bentus. There is but one of me, and never again shall there be another.

What other designation would I require?

>>42121287
And her continued interest in Settle, just the same, I wager?
>>
>>42121257
Iowa has become snake.

Hate finds a box of AR-15 lowers?

Nope it's Iowa waiting to pounce.

Settle's first encounter with her is gonna be seeing her clutching Hate like a fucking teddy. I imagine that Hate would try and yell if his face wasn't stuffed in her boobs.
>>
>>42121300
I know, but in the mess? That's like infiltrating an enemy base wearing a crocodile headpiece, man.
>>
Thinking about writefagging on the Abyssal attack on Charleston Harbor.
>>
File: peace kaku.jpg (188 KB, 827x1169)
188 KB
188 KB JPG
>>42121257
you might be retarded m8

>>42121270
“Eh? Then where is she right now?” Ise asks.

“I don't know.” It was a mistake to reply this quickly.

Before Ise can say anything Hyuuga speaks up. “Ah, I understand. It's alright Kitakami, we won't tell anyone that you got lost. We'll hook you up with Ooi and we'll cover for you, no problem.”

I scream internally. This is an abstract kind of hell.

“I don't know where Ooi is because I don't care. She can go do whatever she wants. I was just taking a walk until I made a mistake of running into both of you. Good BYE.” I manage to slip out of the industrial clamp's grip and start walking off in a different direction. Any direction.

“Eh... ehhhh? But Kitakami it's wing night! Come on let's go!”
“I bet she already ate, Ise.”
>>
File: kongouspit.png (1.53 MB, 1184x1086)
1.53 MB
1.53 MB PNG
>>42121270
>“Oh my god.” Ise spins me around to look directly at her. “You lost Ooi."

oh fuck i lost it
>>
>>42121315
But isn't CV-10 still asleep?
>>
>>42121318
That's it. As always all my chapters are on http://pastebin.com/u/CrixM
>>
>>42121310

How surprised do you think she'll be when she finds out Hate got his commission to Lieutenant?
>>
>>42121310
Iowa does have a nice, firmly shaped bow
>>
>>42121314
>I know, but in the mess? That's like infiltrating an enemy base wearing a crocodile headpiece, man.

She was built for a daylight battleline brawl, mang. Destroyers did that night attack bullshit!

>>42121304
>And her continued interest in Settle, just the same, I wager?

He... he *cares* so much, you know?
>>
>>42121314
You know, the way she was talking, I wouldn't be surprised if she'd know the reference.
>>
>>42121287
I guess, but kind of felt like a lose-lose situation, I mean I understand the why and how, and I can see Hate's opinion on this.

But at the same time I sympathize with Settle too. He has gotten attached same way he did with his crew on the Higgens, and what did happen under his command, most of them died and having more of his subordinates possibly dying under his command and being helpless. and Hate calling him a child losing in a video game.


I don't know, it kind of disgusts me as I think about it.
>>
>>42121338

More Shokaku good sir, her apparent PTSD about dive bombers intrigues me
>>
File: croccap.png (164 KB, 500x463)
164 KB
164 KB PNG
>>42121314

You haven't done a stealth croc cap clear?
>>
>>42121334
She'll allow him into her bath.
>>
MY TURN TO POST WRITEUPS FOR FAGS THAT HAVE DAY JOBS

COMING UP FIRST - NAKATIME AND *THE GREAT DEITO*
>>
>>42121351
>I don't know, it kind of disgusts me as I think about it.
Same, though honestly I think that's the point
>>
>>42121338
I know chief, but I still think it's like this
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sw6ppyanCU

>>42121339
>Yamato knowing KojiPro
Well God help us all, then.
>>
>>42121338
>He... he *cares* so much, you know?

I still maintain that waifuing Shokaku was a fucking mistake. Nothing good will come of that woman. She'll burn us alive, just like the last group of men who trusted their lives to her.
>>
>>42121338
Oh, I do know.

We need more of Shoukaku to explore her motivations. They intrigue me.
>>
>>42121338
I don't know whether to take the *cares* part seriously or not.
>>
>>42121355
There's not much to tell about that. Just that she got severely damaged like five times by dive bombers and missed critical engagements like, you know, Midway because of it
>>
>>42121338
You know I'm curious. What exactly does Hate think Settle could've done differently? Or is he just pissed because Settle's not keeping cool like he should?
>>
>>42121361
FUUUUUUUCK DAT.
Every time I get to the last bend in that stage some random schmuck pops outta nowhere and caps me. Dealing with the Fear was easier.

>>42121366
>Nakatime
yissss
>>
File: 1337093927856.png (143 KB, 429x519)
143 KB
143 KB PNG
>>42121366
>COMING UP FIRST - NAKATIME AND *THE GREAT DEITO*
>>
>>42121380
Waifuing any of the ships is a bad idea.

But it's either them or Higgins, and I'd rather a battleship or a carrier myself.
>>
>>42121396
More like he thinks the Skipper is using too much of his heart, and letting his emotions get the part of his tactical judgement.
>>
>>42121370
What Hate said or Settle's situation.


>>42121380
Well I fancied Arizona or Hornet anyway and judging by the crowd one is taken.
>>
>>42121392
I'd say take it seriously. We've consistently and sometimes detrimentally cared about the shipgirls as people. I can't blame her for finding that attractive.
>>
File: Insultbait.png (455 KB, 680x681)
455 KB
455 KB PNG
>>42121303
Actually Crix's writing of these two actually makes them understandable and the other shipgirls take no time pointing out the things both her and Ooi are best known: being together and being mean to destroyers.

It'd be much easier but false to say his writing was shit.

>>42121321
I know right?

That and KTKM talking about being in an abstract hell.

>>42121351
It was an ugly scene brought about emotions running high on both sides.

>>42121380
See the pic
>>
"How is she?" you ask.

"Better than you were," Wainwright mutters quietly. "But not by much. Mostly, they got to her fast. She's lucky damage control was right there."

"Is she awake?"

"Yeah. A bit miserable--she turned down the morphine, though frankly I'm asking her again every half hour until she says yes. If you want to visit..."

You nod. "She's in my group, and you know how they are at her--" Age? Class? "...you know," you finish lamely.

Despite the fatigue--he must have been working on her for six hours straight--he smiles. "Welcome to every single report I've filed, ever," he says. "You can go on in. She's already got a visitor."

You step in quietly, gingerly reaching for the drawn curtain. "Fubuki?"

"Come in," she says brightly. You open the door to...

"Harder?"

He just grunts at you in response, sitting at the edge of her bed. Lying on her back, head propped up on a few pillows, Fubuki looks up at you for just a moment, proudly wearing a smile that doesn't even begin to reach her eyes.

"Thanks for coming to see me," she starts--practiced. "Everyone's been in to see me already. I really did give it my all."

"You did well," you start, feeling her out and giving her a warm smile.

"That's what they all say," she says, unable to nod--her poker face is bad. Too 'young,' too inexperienced at playing this game.

"But you wanted to do more," you say quietly.
>>
>>42121411
Well, would you look at our possible options?

>>42121419
Northampton has Hornet cornered, I should think.

>>42121430
That we have.
>>
>>42121380

Herp de Derp, just like how Arizona took her crew with her to watery grave?

You might want to be careful with all that edge you got there.
>>
File: fubukitears.jpg (53 KB, 1280x720)
53 KB
53 KB JPG
Fubuki's eyes widen for a moment, and then shut tight, tears already forming at the simple truth punching its way through the thin shell of lies.

"You wanted to help Hayashimo."

The tears roll as she tries to turn away--you lay a hand on her cheek and brush it softly, cupping her neck and gently holding her firm, so she doesn't hurt herself. "It's okay," you murmur. "I understand. I've been in that bed, sweetheart. I know what you're feeling. But I was in that CIC, too. It wasn't--" Fubuki wails--just once, short and loud. "--It wasn't your fault." You swallow and take a breath. "There were too many on you. You never had a chance."

"I just--" she chokes. "I just want to tell her I'm sorry. I'm sorry my best wasn't enough--" You feel a pang of regret, worse than sympathy--implicit, complete understanding. You force it down--destroyers can be fragile in body and mind. Fubuki needs you to be strong while she's weak.

"Don't feel that way," you murmur, hushing and soothing as best you can. It feels hollow, trying to put the same demons to rest that dance unhindered through your own head, but you quash it and keep your mask strong. "We can't all be big action heroes like Hit 'Em Again Harder."

"Yeah, let me tell you why that's bullshit," Harder offers, injecting abruptly with his usual delicate touch.
>>
>>42121351
They both have vastly different perspectives on this whole war. For Settle, the shipgirls are much more *real* than they are for Hate. Probably because Settle's attitudes have been shaped by ours, are we are more favorably towards them than the people in this quest world are.
>>
File: harder and naka.png (100 KB, 753x954)
100 KB
100 KB PNG
He holds up a hand sharply as Fubuki tries to take a breath to protest. "Doing your best doesn't always win the day, but it matters. It MATTERS. War is chaos--there's no goddamn helping it. You're a destroyer--your life is risk by definition. You're an offensive weapon, Fubuki. As long as you're on the attack, you're doing your job. But sometimes, you catch the torpedo first. Sometimes, someone else gets their run off. Sometimes--" his voice drops, just a faint hair. "Sometimes you don't make it."

Fubuki looks at you, as if asking permission to believe him. To listen and feel that it's all right. You nod silently, brushing her hair back.

"Do you know how many of the girls sank?" Harder continues. "None. Because of you and yours. She might be hurt, but Hayashimo won't forget that. Hornet won't forget that, and you can damn well bet I won't either." Where she can't see, his hands ball into fists. "Because you were up there, on the surface, slugging it out with those sons of bitches and taking it for her."

Oh. Harder--

"So don't you apologize to me, or Naka, or God Almighty," he breathes, eyes flashing. "You just work on healing up, so you can get them back in round two."

With that, Harder slides off the edge of the bed and stalks out. You watch him go, his hat pushed down on his forehead and his jaw set.

You catch up with him a few minutes later, stalking his way back to his room. "Harder--"

"Why don't they get it?" he mutters quietly.

"What?"

"Do you get it?" he asks, wheeling around. "You should."
>>
>>42121380
I don't like shoukaku at all but that's a bit much m8
>>
>>42121446
Hey, what gives? Harder bouncing around already? What will the docs say?
>>
>>42121458
I was studiously avoiding making that point.

My avoidance does not make it any less true.

>>42121470
I am a living ship. I sympathize greatly with them.
>>
File: 1439959903753.png (880 KB, 882x904)
880 KB
880 KB PNG
"Get what?" you repeat, a little off-put by his sudden... intensity.

"You don't." He glowers. "Why you? Why of all people, you? I looked up your history. You got your sorry ass kicked from one end of the Pacific to the other. So why don't you GET it?"

You stare him down in sullen silence for a moment, insults forgotten over his very clear anguish. Finally, he scoffs and looks away. "'Big action heroes.' That's adorable."

"You saved those downed pilots."

"I SCAVENGED those downed pilots," he hisses. "Down under the surface, where it's nice and safe. I couldn't--no, I wouldn't pop my head out of my zone to rescue someone ripped out of theirs."

...And you laugh, as it all comes together. A short, hard, bitter bark of a laugh. "God, look at you," you reply, folding your arms. "Thinking you're a coward for doing the right thing."

He whips around. "Would you have done the same?"

"No," you say calmly. "I would have died."

He goes silent for a moment, the steel leaving his eyes as he looks for it in yours. "...So you're saying you would have done what I couldn't."

"I'm saying I wouldn't have had a choice," you say flatly. "I spent half my career in retreat or getting towed home with my face blown off."
>>
>>42121478
Oh look. Harder's planting some flags.
>>
File: NIGHT BATTLE WO~MAN.jpg (639 KB, 1000x1415)
639 KB
639 KB JPG
"But I did have a choice," Harder sulks. "And I chose--"

"You had your tantrum, I get mine," you interrupt. "You know what makes me cry? Cry like a little lost girl in a toy store? All these men--all these BOYS winding themselves up until there's nothing to do BUT die. You all have this notion that you 'should' fight and die. This stupid shitty sacrificial mindset. Building yourselves this--this house of glory in being broken."

His turn to be taken aback. Almost stung, even. But then his expression changes, almost imperceptibly. Consideration. And evaluation. "...You would have stayed anyway, wouldn't you? Stayed and died, knowing, even if you had the choice."

He stares you down, unmoving in the encroaching dusk. Seconds drift. "...Yeah," you finally reply.

He pauses a moment longer himself before responding. "So do you just consider yourself functionally retarded, and strive to accept it with grace?" he asks.

You smirk at that. "Okay, that's enough out of you. Come with me."

Harder frowns. "Come where?"

"We're having our date."

"Fucking what? Now? Right--" Harder stammers--you take advantage of his bewilderment to grab him by the wrist and start to drag--and push comes to shove, you're pretty sure you could drag him around in fit-out. "Hey!"
>>
>>42121478
>>42121496
>>42121504
Wow, just. Wow.
Is this Dealey talking now?
>>
File: 1424760343161.jpg (103 KB, 442x740)
103 KB
103 KB JPG
>>42121496
>He whips around. "Would you have done the same?"
>"No," you say calmly. "I would have died."
Shit, son
>>
>>42121470
It kind of differs since Settle's seen them in their moments of weakness.

But then again so does Hate.

I guess that is why i'm disgusted with him right now,
>>
>>42121467
>>42121478
Did Harder just social?
>>
>>42121513
I kinda wish Hate could overhear this conversation.
>>
>>42121529
If you ask me, it's because Hate thinks like a typical footman. I believe that the gulf between officer and enlisted drove him to speak out like that.

Even if he is, by God's grace, an officer himself.
>>
-----

If Harder knows you're drunk, he's not letting on. Despite the sulk you forcibly dragged him from, the warmth from your flask has bubbled back up to your head, a slight grin peeking around your features despite yourself. You play it off as amusement at his distress, his head whipping back and forth on the Yokosuka streets, looking for a restaurant. You're grateful that the evening light is masking the flush on your cheeks.

"There," he says, pointing at the front. Wow, good choice, Harder--two brass sconces on either side of a hand-painted door, tinted windows hinting at the atmosphere within. A well-kept facade over the top of the building and recently-polished fixtures on the door and handrails all suggest that this place is tops.

Well, that and the man standing outside in a suit. He's getting ready to wave the two of you off as soon as you walk over--not that you blame him, what with Harder in his battle trunks and badly-fitted coat and hat, and you in your slightly rumpled 'frilly traffic cone.'" You step ahead of Harder, holding up a hand to give you a moment, and have a word with the guard.

One video on your cell phone later (plus a curtsy, bow, and a 'the Fleet's idol!'), he ducks inside to speak to the floor manager about seating you--and getting an autograph. You shrug and grin at Harder, who just stares at you, shaking his head. Before long, you're escorted in, greeted personally by a trio of bowing staff, and guided to a table in the back.

The ambiance here really is nice--and mercifully dusky, the lights as low as the darkened windows hinted. Harder gives up on trying for handshakes with each of the people coming to see you, and you silently preen at him, just to watch him glower back. That feels way, way too good to be healthy. Finally, he lifts the menu... and lets his head hit the table.
>>
>>42121535
Something like the Bonin Island engagement, and seeing pilots of those US-1's getting ravaged by the abyssals can do a number on ya man.
>>
>>42121535
I believe that Mr Harder just succeeded quite stunningly in making himself a serious prospect for Miss Naka.

Even if Miss Naka seems to be slightly drunk, now.
>>
File: 1337271476909.jpg (59 KB, 409x535)
59 KB
59 KB JPG
>>42121513
>"So do you just consider yourself functionally retarded, and strive to accept it with grace?"
Concise and to the point.
>>
to be honest, Hate is probably going to get killed before we actually lose a shipslut
>>
"Of course it's in Japanese," he mutters. "Lousy magic sparkly shipshit. You can read English as well as speak it, right?"

"Russian, too," you add unhelpfully. He just sighs. "Okay, okay, let me see," you reply, gently prying the menu from his hand. "Okay, from the top, you've got apertifs, then drinks, then salads, then... more salads... okay, top of page three, entrees. You've got lots of Western stuff here, authentic Gascony duck confit, ginger apple chicken on a bed of garlic asparagus, salmon and wild rice--ooh, kobe beef and roasted brussel sprouts."

"Go with the beef," he says. "The chicken's kind of a bad fit. Authentic Gascony anything is gonna be imported and show its age--even the preserves. Wild rice is North American, same deal, and it won't have traveled nearly as well."

Damn, Harder. "You know your food. I'm impressed."

He shrugs. "Decent grub's a good way to keep a couple dozen men in a cramped little bell jar from killing each other underway. Better way to sucker them in to getting on in the first place. Hell, I'm pretty sure I have an ice cream maker."

Before much longer, the cook himself comes out to greet the two of you--another round of bows and introductions and way too much manners, and you've placed your orders. You sip your glass of water with practiced, dainty poise, while Harder just throws his back in one go and runs his finger around and around the edge of the glass.
>>
>>42121546
>That feels way, way too good to be healthy. Finally, he lifts the menu... and lets his head hit the table.
Lol.
>>
>>42121575
Haha, no
He's like Bright Noa, you fool. He'll never die.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEy6hgdKtbw
>>
"You okay over there?" you ask, waving a hand theatrically.

"Yes'm," he replies.

"Something wrong?"

"No ma'am," he replies.

"I'm not going to bite your head off," you grin, poking a finger at him from across the table. "Lentils aren't in season, anyway."

"You're a lentil," he barks, before stiffening up. "...Ma'am."

You laugh, the amusement bursting free before you can stop yourself. "Come on, Harder, relax. I'm trying to take your mind off things. ...Is it working?" He stares a hole in you for a moment, before he finally nods, slowly. "I'll take it. Besides, I'm not a lentil. I'm a fiddlehead fern." You turn your head and make a show of curling up one of your buns. And, will wonders not cease, Harder cracks a bare hint of a smile at that.

"Beans and Cornbread, I guess," he offers with a shrug.

"What, like the song? Did you listen to it?" you ask, unabashedly interested.

"Yeah," Harder says. "It was so soon after--you know, at first I thought I would try to get caught up on what I missed. But--well, then I skipped ahead a bit."

You grin, remembering the first time someone handed you a cell phone. "Hard not to."

"Don't I know it. I tried looking up all the dances I missed, and...well, I wanted to go and scuttle myself after the first ten minutes."

"They're not all bad," you insist. "I can offer you some suggestions."

"I dunno, you're into that punk shit, aren't you? Hate loaned me some of his stuff, and it's... I dunno," he says again, leaning back in his chair. "I think I'm hooked."

"Same with me and Wainwright. He keeps saying I've been listening to his casual stuff. I'm really, really excited to see what else he's got for me."

"Yeah, I need to go through 'pac again tonight."

You lean forward, smiling again as you rest your chin on your palms. "Tell me about him."
>>
>>42121529
That's the thing. Settle's closer to them, so Hate's not sure if the decisions Settle is making are because they make good tactical sense, or because he doesn't want the girls to die.

Actually, scratch that. He DOES think Settle's decisions are because he's close to the girls. And that worked out for us this time, but it might not later. Add this to the apparent lack of concern Settle showed for the soldiers trapped on Iwo Jima, and it really rubbed him the wrong way.
>>
>>42121581
>Harder speaks French food
THE FUCK
>>
"He's the best, man," Harder declares. "He was so real, you know? Lived fast, died young. Practically anyone who's anyone on the scene got their start because of hi--what the unholy fuck is this."

You barely manage to cover your hand before you laugh, as Harder boggles at the plated steaks you've been served--small medallions of expertly cooked meat, arranged beautifully.

"This is..."

"A little over a hundred grams, yes. About four ounces," you add, watching him try to math it out in his head.

"No wonder you fuckers are all so short," he grouses, and you're momentarily relieved the server either doesn't speak English or is trained well enough to not react.

"So!" You say primly, clapping your hands. "Tupac?"

"Oh, yeah. I was saying--"

"--That he's got nothing on the Ramones," you interrupt, giving him a sly smirk.

"The who?"

"Not them."

"No, I mean--who? Literally who?"

Dinner is off like a shot with that--Harder's table manners are atrocious, but joke's on him, you don't care. You cut and chew and swallow with practiced grace, gently dab your face with your napkin, set your fork and knife down gently, and wait for him to take a gulp of water from his third refill before you tell him his taste is bad and he should feel bad.

He gives just as good as he gets, speaking passionately and quickly, jumping from Tupac to Biggie Smalls to...

"...Smash Mouth." You utter, deadpan.

"Yeah. They're great."

"Smash. Mouth. In the same breath as aaaaaall those others. Are you for real?"

"Yeah," he insists, puffing his chest out. "I am. Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can like?"

You pause and frown. Who the hell ARE you to tell him who he is, and what's his master plan? "...Okay, good point. Your horrible music stands."
>>
>>42121542
Yeah, and he knows Settle better then that. I agree there is a divide between enlisted and officer.

However, Hate wanted to lead a search to rescue men but says he's not a leader of men.
>>
"Damn right," he replies. "And YOU, if I wanted to listen to 'punk,' I'd just hold Sammy up by the pigtails and swing her against something. Squealing's about right, too, maybe if I pass it through my sonar headset a few times while whales hump nearby. Or I could just beat the shit out of a harp with a drum and yell about the draft."

You open your mouth to respond, when it hits you. "Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait. Harder. Are we... having fun?"

Harder freezes, one foot up on his chair, one palm on the table, midway into pointing at you accusingly. "...Son of a BITCH!"

You finish, pay (you have to stop Harder from leaving a tip--he's a little discouraged after having written a gigantic zero on the end of the total), and the two of you spill back out into the Yokosuka evening.

"Okay, where now?" you ask. "We've got some time left."

"You'd know better than me, your pick. Besides, I'm supposed to let you choose."

You squint at him. "Because it's gentlemanly?"

He snorts. "Pfft, no, because Settle told me to."

You giggle. "That makes more sense. Okay, I know just where we're headed."

And so you take him to the one place you've never been, that's always been on your mind.

"Welcome, Harder," you say grandly as you close the door, "to the best karaoke bar in Yokosuka."

He looks more than a little uncertain to be trapped in a soundproof booth with you, but shrugs. "So what does that mean?"

"It means," you pull the mic from its stand, with a dramatic flair. On cue, the lights dim and the strobes flare to life, a rainbow of lasers and colored discs filling the room, "we sing."

Harder's eyes widen in excitement. "Great! Sinatra? Fitzgerald? Crosby?"

"Not...exactly," you reply with a giggle, turning on the screen. "We've got a list here. Oh, lots of English songs. Selection will be big, but most of it's gonna be stuff neither of us are all that--"

"Wait! Wait! Go back! They had All-Star!"

"Goddamnit," you mutter.
>>
>>42121535
He manned up some, at this rate he'll make that pic true.

Assuming he doesn't raise more flags in the process.

>>42121581
Harder shows some more hidden depths.

>>42121603
Blame anon for going all rage mode for that.
>>
File: average sailor.jpg (68 KB, 480x767)
68 KB
68 KB JPG
You spend a few minutes going through the selection (and waiting for drinks to arrive), explaining the basics to Harder. "You can pick first," you say. "I've got the homefield advantage and all."

"Care to make it interesting?" he asks. "Let's do a few rounds. First round, we get our song picked by the other."

Oh, he's up to something. "You're on, Harder."

"Great," he says, rubbing his hands together with wicked glee. "I know what you're getting, hang on..."

"Huh, what's this?" you frown, looking at the unfamiliar English on your board.

"It's my pick, is what it is."

"Isn't that a candy?" you smirk as the sample begins to play, jogging your memory--"Or at least a candy-ass?"

"We'll see how you feel after you're done. Now get rapping, girly."
>>
>>42121606
>SOME BODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, BUT I'M NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEED!
>>
>>42121581
>"Ice Cream Maker".

Damn, and you're not even trying.
>>
You know who I just realized Hate is?

Hes fucking Major Winters.
>>
>>42121330
I'm more thinking DD-724.
>>
>>42121634
>>42121606
Oh yeah, he's a fucking smashmouth fan.
... Give him Chumbawumba to get rid of it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H5uWRjFsGc

>>42121612
I guess it's like he wants to come along with a team that will work independently, without the need of a commander.
>>
File: 1423298908687.gif (1017 KB, 203x283)
1017 KB
1017 KB GIF
>>42121606
This is cute.
These two are cute together
>>
https://youtu.be/d0hu09yJBeE

And so you do. It's not your usual style, but it's certainly not too hard--you fall into the rhythm fast, letting your body be your metronome. Harder looks like he swallowed a bug--when he's not laughing and clapping, that is. You give up on enunciating after a minute, realizing you need to keep pace, letting each rush of breath carry your momentum. By the end, you finish with a turn on your heel and a pivot.

"Wow," Harder says, shaking his head as you wipe your brow. "That was... pretty good."

"So, Harder!" you exclaim cheerfully, tossing the mic up and down, "Did you have that one line in mind when you picked this song?"

Harder's expression immediately turns to ice as his whole body freezes. "N-no, actually," he sputters.

"What was it? 'Cum on your lips, and some on your tits?'" you drawl, elongating every word. "Reeeeeally, Harder?" you smirk, licking your lips theatrically as you lean in, mic perched in your hand loosely.

"Gah! No! Stop! Yes, really! I didn't even think you'd make it that far! I just wanted you to trip up on all the 'Ls' and 'Rs!'"

Aaaand we're right back to square dumb. "Oh, thank goodness, Harder," you say, massaging your temples, "Nice save. It was a lot better going for the racist joke than assuming I might have a sex drive."

Okay, NOW Harder looks like he swallowed a bug. Or the entire anthill. "I, um. Sorry. We can--"

"Oh no you don't," you cut him off, side-arming the mic into his lap. "You're not getting away that easy. MY turn now."

On your way through the menu, you found one of those starter bands Wainwright got you interested with. And, lucky you, they had just the thing. "Now sing for me, white boy."
>>
>>42121603
Yeah, and that's why I can understand Hate's position on the thing. However is he the *best* man for the job?
>>
https://youtu.be/pQNPH9yhbrw

He's... well, he's got a decent voice, but you threw off his momentum pretty well. And it doesn't take him long to realize he's singing about himself.

You mock-conduct him with the straw from your cocktail, grinning wickedly as Harder growls his way through the chorus for the last time, glaring a hole in you.

"So what'd you think?" you ask innocently.

"Fuck you," he grumbles, beelining for his drink. You're not sure if they gave him alcohol--neither of you really look the part, of course.

"Come on, Harder," you purr. "Give it to me, baby." You snag the mic out of air as he wings it at you. "Uh huh, uh huh~"

Harder sulks at you under the brim of his hat as he flops down on the seat. "Happy?"

"Pleased as punch," you reply. "So, round two, how about we pick one for ourselves?" He grunts by way of response. Poor bastard.

You're not done fucking with him yet.
>>
Why is bukiiii~ so much cuter than naka
>>
>>42121654
>I'm no leader
.... WELL FUCK
JUST
FUCK
In a good way

>>42121649
>Swerve a Nigga
ahahahah
>>
>>42121606
>"The who?"
>"Not them."
The Who were legit, man.
Moon's fuckin' fills were divine.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHhrZgojY1Q
>>
https://youtu.be/OkaF_jCMTe8

You roll your shoulders and stretch your back, subtly pulling your clothes taut against your skin as you limber up, and you go on the attack.

This song you've sung to yourself more than once--you had time to think about this one. You bob, you sway, you spring across the room. Your eyes glitter and your body twists as you do more than sing--this time, you put on a show.

Harder doesn't move an inch. He stares, slack-jawed, as you recline over the couch, practically spilling across it, raising one ankle high over your head toward the ceiling, resting your head against his thigh for just a moment, brushing the back of your glove against his chin. With just that barest moment of frission, you then lever your leg back down, rolling back to your feet with a flip of your skirt, twirling out of the movement and turning three-quarters from him, looking back at him over your shoulder.

"I know you wanna hit that--" his eyes widen, and a flush is set ablaze in his cheeks as you cock your hips, one-two-one-two. "I know you wanna hit-that-hit-that!"

He sits there transfixed, locked between trying to look away and failing utterly. Payback's a frilly Jap traffic cone, Harder.
>>
>>42121662
I agree. Holy fucking shit i agree whole-heartedly.
>>
"Sex is a weapon," you continue, leveing a finger at him, cocking your thumb like a hammer, "It's like a drug. It gets him right into that grave that he just dug!" He flinches and shrinks back, trying to vanish into the gap between the couch cushions, back pushed against the sofa, anything to escape the unrelenting barrage of sultry flirts, whirling lace, and precision-targeted lyrics. You keep the energy up the whole way through, buoyed by your soaring confidence and the look on Harder's face as he gets elbow dropped by hormones.

The room falls to silence and stays there for a good long moment, Harder's face aglow--as is your own, with the heat of exertion, excitement, and the unhealthy amount of glee you took getting your payback on him. "Your turn~" you sing sweetly.

"...In a minute," he mutters, coat shed and hat resting on his lap. You try not to dwell on that, instead giving him a moment of mercy by going to refresh your drinks. When you get back, he's crash-dived for safety--you barely repress a groan at his pick, but hey, his choice. Your funeral.
>>
>>42121683
Moon was crazy, but they did have some good tracks.
But Moon was still crazy.

>>42121684
>Offspring
HAWAAWAAWA
>>
>>42121699
>>
https://youtu.be/L_jWHffIx5E

...Okay, the little bastard is pretty cute, awful taste aside. He's just so... into it. Recovering with something resembling grace, he works himself into the song--back into the attack, as it were, back into his element. He can't quite dance--not anything younger than swing, anyway--but his earnestness more than makes up. He's got some rhythm, but his movements are stiff. Too much tension in his shoulders, not enough spring in his knees--he doesn't seem to notice, leaning out and popping up, putting what he's got to work--a little tone, a little tan, his borrowed dogtags jingling against his collarbone with each move.

You actually clap politely when it's (finally) done. Music was awful, of course, but at least he made it enjoyable. He grins--low-blow jokes and outrageous flirtation forgotten, the two of you just having fun again. "Okay, big finish. This time, we pick for the other, BUT--" he holds up a hand to stop your protest. "--Within the other's preferred genre. 'kay?"

"All right. Don't you screw me on this one, Harder," you warn.

"Not like I know punk from boo anyway. Hey, how about this?"

You balk, and immediately wish you hadn't as his youthful face darkens with glee. "Really, Harder? That's your pick?"

"Well it sure as hell is now."

"Harder, this barely constitutes 'punk.' This barely constitutes MUSIC."

"It's that or Nickelback," he says gravely.

You throw up your hands. "Jesus, Harder, you nuked us twice already, wasn't that enough?"

"Sorry, Naka," he replies, sweeping his hat off his head and laying it over his heart theatrically. "But you know the rules--and so do I."
>>
>>42121707
>But Moon was still crazy.
In the most enjoyable drive-a-car-into-a-hotel's-swimming-pool kinda way.
>>
>>42121718
Well, it does make for a good joke.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnYsRVXV4_I
>>
File: 01_football_program.jpg (134 KB, 800x1028)
134 KB
134 KB JPG
I don't even know what the fuck is happening
>>
https://youtu.be/9Ht5RZpzPqw

Well, at least he didn't pick that.

Still, fucking... really, Harder? Really? "I'll see you burn for this," you mutter, moments before the lyrics come on.

You... well, it takes effort, but you manage to sulk through the entire song while still performing it expertly. If you could trudge through dance, that's exactly what you do. Harder's smirk goes from 'thinking of a dirty joke' to 'blackmail on the pope' to 'Cheshire cat with rictus' by the time he's done, watching you stew in your lyrical misery. Finally, it's over.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he coos. Without looking behind you, you turn to the song he DESERVES and practically slam the microphone into the start button before you turn crisply on your heel and toss it over your shoulder to him.

https://youtu.be/mAhKnJVgSJ0

At first, he's into it, but even he's managed to pick up a few of the memes Settle's inflicted on him.... him and Arizona, really. That girl's a fiend with an image macro. You were hoping he'd rage himself up and flame out, but after his face darkens into a scowl... he dives right into it again. It occurs to you--it only makes sense. Timing, opportunity, risk, and all-or-nothing--of course that would speak to the king of torpedo tag.

Fuck it. You let him have this one. You bob your head to the rhythm, and as if he was waiting on your approval, the pall of annoyance lifts over the two of you, and he does his best. You're kind of glad you whiffed that one, by the end--when spirits are up, you can enjoy anything.
>>
File: 1420692496566.gif (971 KB, 500x300)
971 KB
971 KB GIF
>>42121684
>>42121699
>>
>>42121726
Tell that to the guys who always have to deal with his stage antics.


>>42121732
OH GOD THOSE SONGS
>>
File: Spoiler Image (1.86 MB, 1836x1800)
1.86 MB
1.86 MB JPG
You return to the now-dark streets of Yokosuka, streamers of signs and neon casting an artificial pall across your once-artificial faces. "His rudder's shaky, fins creak, scope is hazy, his tubes are flooded but the fish are lazy, FC's heady..."

Harder whoops. "Okay, okay, you win, Naka. Japan is pretty all right. I'm glad we did this."

"Hang on, let me get that on record," you jibe, reaching for your cell--as it goes off. "Goto?" you mutter, curious and instantly alarmed--he hasn't called you in eight months.

Harder looks up as you duck to the side, holding up a hand to him for a moment as the call connects. "Admiral Goto?"

"Naka," his voice comes, tone not quite clear... which worries you further. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm out with Harder," you reply cautiously. "Is something wrong?"

"Not wrong, as such, but..." His voice grows louder and more harried as he presses the phone close to his lips. "Your sister is here."

"Jintsuu?" you ask. "What's--"

"No," he cuts you off. "Your other sister."

-----
>>
File: 1418477722758.gif (503 KB, 500x333)
503 KB
503 KB GIF
>>42121718
>>You throw up your hands. "Jesus, Harder, you nuked us twice already, wasn't that enough?"
I'm fucking dying, send help
>>
>>42121753
>Tell that to the guys who always have to deal with his stage antics.
They don't anymore
>>
>>42121754
>"Your sister is here."
>"Jintsuu?" you ask. "What's--"
>"No," he cuts you off. "Your other sister."

Is it time for YASEN? YAAASEEEN!
>>
>>42121754
>His rudder's shaky, fins creak, scope is hazy, his tubes are flooded but the fish are lazy, FC's heady...
OH GOD, someone finish this. This is gold.
>>
File: 1436660857341.png (163 KB, 905x813)
163 KB
163 KB PNG
Lexington, stacked, you know the drill.

Fuck off, it's late.
>>
>>42121731

Adorable antics, anon--goodness, these two are just too much.
>>
>>42121772
how did fat stack steal the last image

fucking hell
>>
>>42121772

Speaking of, since it's 3AM and the thread is crammed full, I'm going to save Navyfag's next installment for saturday. I hoard my writeup content and hate frittering it away in threads about to die, and I'll have plenty of room on saturday for it!

GOOD FUCKING NIGHT

KAGASLEEP.PNG
>>
>>42121766
I know.
... God that got depressing fast.
>>
>>42121791
it's time to sleep
>>
Okay. I didn't really ship this before, but I am now convinced. Naka and Harder have something. And I think this is good for both of them.
>>
>>42121791
Goodnight boss.
>>
>>42121791
Good night, Demetrious.
>>
>>42121791
Cheers boss, night
>>42121754
Absolutely phenomenal
>>
>>42121754
>"Your other sister."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvg7hHTnJVk
>>
>>42121768
Sendai.
>>
>>42121470
Their lives are more valuable because they have super powers, it's the same reason the normal pilots resented the Witches in SWQ.

The shipgirls do the fighting the men do the dying.

I mean we're all patting our backs on how we got everyone out alive while forgetting about those seaplanes who drew fire away long enough to make our first strike actually count.

Every single pilot who was in that flight died.
>>
>>42121791
Night.
Why is this new person important? Confused.
>>
>>42121801
Next chapter
Sendai teaches naka the secrets of YASENNNNN
>>
>>42121791
Those were wonderful write-ups, all of them. I enjoyed them immensely. Thanks again, Boss.

All right, my turn.

X===X===X

(Wedding) Ship Bells
part 04

You return your attention to the agitated Mariana turkey (Meleagris gallopavo marianas) that’s figuratively fluffing and fanning all of its feathers (really, those twin ponytails of her have a life of their own and a will they share with their owner) to make herself appear to be bigger and more intimidating than she is.

"Unforgivable! How dare you hurt Shoukaku-nee! Now, count up your sins!”

The moment Zuikaku takes a step towards you is the same moment that Arizona snaps out of her happy haze. Your battleship snags you by the still-stiff-and-starched collar and shoves you behind her. She parts her duster open to reveal the Colt Single Action Army riding upon her hip holster.

"You will not hurt my Admiral," Arizona growls as she rests her hand upon the grip of the official firearm of the state that lent its name to her graceful hull, the Equalizer that the good people of the world used to reach satisfaction with each other, the gun that won the West.

“Big iron on her hip,” the reverent Ikazuchi gasps, signalling her wise abandonment of ‘7mm hand grenade folded one million times by gas & electric meter reader of grorious Nipponese Empire stronk’ and fervent conversion into the one true catholic church of ‘forty five caliber real American stopping power freedom’.

Zuikaku crash stops. “You brought a gun to a fistfight?” she sputters. “You coward! You’re worse than Kaga!” She shakes her right fist at Arizona. “Fight me like a real woman!”

Arizona considers the verbal gauntlet thrown by one of the ships that laid waste to her, her friends, and her home ninety years ago. She thinks of how she’s being compared to her murderers, who drove a quarter of bombs through her deck and killed twelve hundred of her precious crew, including her Captain and her Admiral.

(1/5)
>>
>>42121818
Which one, Hamp or Sendai?
>>
>>42121820
>>42121813
>>42121768

Maybe it's actually Naka's stillborn twin.

>Hull was burned by earthquake, later scrapped. Laid down once again on 24 May 1924. Sunk during the Operation Hailstone on 17 February 1944.
>>
>>42121791
Night Gap, make sure you fuck yourself to sleep like always.

Love ya Planefag
>>
>>42121581
>"Harder, I want some cream~"
>>
>>42121815
>Every single pilot who was in that flight died.

https://youtu.be/WCghZ9JEVZQ

Sad times.
>>
>>42121830
Her calloused hand smoothly draws her Peacemaker from its holster. The polished length of the gun barrel gleams dully in the daylight.

“Eep…” Zuikaku goes almost as white as her sister’s long locks. “Seriously?!”

You don’t lift a finger or raise your voice to stop Arizona. By now you know she’d never shoot Zuikaku. And judging by the trusting look in the golden pupils on the other side of the field, neither does Shoukaku.

Your trust is proven right when Arizona flips the revolver so that she’s holding it by the muzzle. She presents it to the startled Willie, who very carefully accepts the SAA using both of her small hands, a nervous but proud squire safeguarding his master’s knightly sword.

To your secret amazement and not-so-hidden relief, Willie handles the arms transfer perfectly. “Go get her, big sis!” the destroyer cheers Arizona.

“I will,” she promises with a slight tip of her cowboy hat, a show of newfound flamboyance.

As soon as Arizona turns back to face Zuikaku, Kiyoshimo and Ikazuchi accost Willie. “Can we touch it?” the two huge-eyed destroyers plead with their American counterpart.

“Ah! No!” Willie half-squeaks, half-scolds them while holding Arizona’s Model P away from the overeager girls. “Guns are dangerous!”

With the deadly gun out of the picture, Zuikaku regains her confidence. “So you’re willing to fight fair and square,” she allows.

“Unlike you,” Arizona replies.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Zuikaku scowls.

“Do you want me to close my eyes first before we begin? Or would you prefer if I turn my back on you instead?”

Her icy tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you’re not the one Arizona is talking down.

“What are you talking about? Why would I hit you when you’re not looking or facing me?” Zuikaku demands.

(2/5)
>>
>>42121847

Arizona has waited nearly eighty years for the chance to fight for her country. She patiently waits a few heartbeats longer for the other girl to get the reference.

Realization hits Zuikaku like the bombs and torpedoes that smashed her original hull seventy four years ago at Cape Engaño.

“That,” sputters the flabbergasted Japanese carrier. “That is…”

Arizona’s unblinking stare dares Zuikaku to deny the day that would live in infamy and their respective parts in the massacre.

“Holy shit,” Sammy applauds. “Arizona just got historical...”

Still playing ‘keep-away’ with the grabby Ikazuchi and Kiyoshimo, Willie peers at Arizona before turning back to the widely grinning Sammy. “Big sister Ari doesn’t look hysterical,” she wondered.

“Historical,” insists the grinning destroyer escort. “Someone get the zooey bird some burn cream!”

Zuikaku looks red enough to warrant topical medication. She seems ready to squawk and flap arms & twin-tails in indignation.

You can sense the tautness in Arizona. She has the moral high ground where the artillery is usually situated upon She’s coiled and primed for the slightest opening to spring a surprise dental appointment on the sitting turkey.

What transpires next stuns all of you.

Zuikaku reluctantly forces her balled-up hands fall down to thigh level. “You’re right, Arizona-san,” she admits. “We launched a surprise attack on you when you least expected it. It was in a war, but it wasn’t very brave or honorable.”

Her tone is none too apologetic. But she isn’t denying it either.

“My beef isn’t with you. It’s with him.” She briefly casts her glare over Arizona’s shoulder at you before returning her attention to the battleship blockading her way. “So you won’t let me settle things with your Admiral until your honor is satisfied? Fine.”

(3/5)
>>
>>42121815
I wouldn't say forgotten.
Hell even a flight of F-18s would be of less concern than the carrier group they call home
>>
>>42121832
Sendai.
>>
>>42121830
>Meleagris gallopavo marianas

PFFFT
>>
>>42121846
>>42121815
I thought Harder got at least one crew out?
Also
>Battlestations
God, still ahven't gotten either games.
>>
>>42121847


Zuikaku lifts her chin, closes her eyes, and holds still. In effect she makes herself the perfect gunnery target for the surprised Arizona.

“You had better hit harder than Kaga did back then,” she adds. “I’m not like that overheated ex-battlecruiser. I can take my licks as good as I can give them.”

Again Arizona considers the girl before her. But this time her steely gaze wavers.

She wanted to give Zuikaku the beating she deserved. But now the other girl was claiming this was a beating she needed.

Arizona is a good subordinate. And like any good subordinate who finds herself in a pickle, she looks to you for guidance.

What is she asking you? Permission? Refusal? Support? Options? A cheering section routine like that video game that you’ve seen Naka playing on her handheld?

You don’t believe in corporal punishment (unless its punishment delivered by Corporal Hate.) It had been a mistake to hand your old black cane to Zuikaku. You’ve re-internalized the bitter lesson since then. You refused to rise up to Tenryuu’s bait. And while you shouted down Hornet, she did deserve the dressing down and you never lifted a hand against her.

Arizona doesn’t hate the majority of the Japanese ship-girls. Else she would not have saved Kongou or used Naka as a body pillow or humor the admittedly adorable DesDiv 6.

But she retains her animosity towards the IJN aircraft carriers. She confines most of her heat to Kaga and the absent Hiryuu, whose aircraft had dropped the 410 mm shells that killed her. But some of that hostility still spills over to gentle Akagi and sweet Shoukaku and tsu- tempestous Zuikaku and that girl with the weird metallic McDonald’s staff cap, Ryuujo.

Arizona needs to let that excess steam out before it wrecked her boilers. And Zuikaku is apparently willing to take more than one for the team.

(4/5)
>>
>>42121861
Sendai's a specialist in Night Battles.
In this case it means a full spread under the waterline, getting a down-the-throat torpedo strike... sex in layman's terms
>>
>>42121879

(5/5)

Decision time. You nod. Hit hard, hit fast, hit often. But after the hitting, it’s sports-ship-womanship complete with handshake and polite congratulations. Hug optional and totally platonic.

Arizona doesn’t argue or hesitate. She merely nods in gratitude for the direction before striding towards her opponent.

The sound of her approaching footsteps gets Zuikaku to flinch. But true to her word, she holds position, figurative boilers doused, feet dug into the ground like anchors. The jury’s still out on whether or not she’s a turkey, but she certainly is no chicken.

Arizona brings up her right fist, arm cocked back for the first of many blows.

"No!"

X===X===X

And that's it. Hope you like it so far. Remember: Totally non-canon.

Earlier chapters can be found at http://pastebin.com/u/ShipBellsAnon

Thanks again, Planefag!
>>
>>42121899
For some reason I feel like Sendai and Harder might get along.
>>
>>42121920
Oh wow, do I see the start of a love triangle here?
>>
>>42121935
Nah, they'll just bro it up and drive Naka nuts.
>>
>>42121948
I'd... like to hear the Fureetto Aideru's 2 cents on that actually.
>>
>>42121935
I'd ship that.

So that makes two Sendai class light cruisers and two submarines. Harder is raking them in just as fast as Settle and Hate.

>>42121968
>>I'd... like to hear the Fureetto Aideru's 50 Cents on that actually.
Fixed it for you. You're welcome.
>>
>>42121920
Hahahaha I wouldn't count on it.
>>
>>42121935
things for both will get more complicated considerig for sure Harder has two overly lusty/busty subs wanting his load, and hitting it off with Naka.

He may or may not have incidentally raised Fubuki's flag.
>>
>>42121997
>50 Cents
>implying Naka will not listen to better guys like Warren G
Boooooooo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY

>>42122009
>Student falls for teacher
>Sitcom archnemesis falls for her counterpart
>said archnemesis in on the action
>third party in said lewd subs come in
Harder is now officially a Harem protag.
>>
>>42121718
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iyawlnc375Y
>>
>>42121595
>I tried looking up all the dances I missed, and...well, I wanted to go and scuttle myself after the first ten minutes."
>That entire Disco era
>Harder's face when
>>
>>42122267
That's it, give Harder a blu-ray of Saturday Night Fever.
>>
>>42122292

Nah, we gotta show him the King of Pop
>>
>>42122331
>Crotch-grabbing bonanza
>Moonwalk
>anti-gravity shoes
I don't think Harder going AWWWW and doing the Smooth Criminal routine would keep Naka sane though.
>>
>>42122338
It will, however, make her wheeettt~, though not as wheeettt~ as Iku.
>>
>>42122347
Yeeee, NO.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DQJPL9Yuq0
>>
>>42122338

It will be absolutely amazing though
>>
>Harder breakdancing while Naka sings
>>
>>42122379
>>42122363
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLGWQfK-6DY
>>
You guys think that Harder would like Beastie Boys
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE
Or Groove Armada?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kE0pxRkMtQ
>>
>>42121104
>That Morse Signal
How sweet
>>
>>42122417
Translate? I can't into pastebin right now.
>>
>>42122435

Thanks for everything USS Iowa. Welcome Back.
>>
>>42122440
Dawwwwww
>>
>>42122452

We really need to find some way to bring Iowa over.

Or give Hate a pass to get over there to visit her again.
>>
>>42122501
We can't do that, not until the LA defense force is well and truly dug in.

If they've managed to complete setting up, we might have her in time for Operation Detachment: 21st Century edition.
>>
>>42122440
That warms the heart in all the right ways.

>>42122501
The latter option is probably best. The former option is probably what's going to happen. Especially if Hate insists on storming Iwo Jima with his borrowed 18-incher.
>>
>>42122523
>Especially if Hate insists on storming Iwo Jima with his borrowed 18-incher.

Oh boy.

Imagine what happens when he shows up to her with him wielding that 18 incher from YAMATO.

Bigger guns than hers. From SOME TRAMP SLANTY EYED BB.
>>
Oh hey, this shit's still going. Anyone here up for MORE writefuckery?

Too bad, you're getting it anyway

The rain crashes onto the city, borne on winds that howl with a banshee's mournful cry. I pick the hood of my waterproof with one hand and pull it lower, gritting my teeth and working my jaw around to bring some warmth to my freezing face. It’s usually wet and miserable in this bloody country but *this* is a new record, especially for this time of the year.

I come to a crossroads; the pedestrian crossing lights are red. I wait, but no cars pass. Barely a month ago, there would be crowds so thick it’d raise the temperature by a degree or two. Now, people only really go out if they have to, or if they’re on the piss. The mood is sullen, reflected in mopey eyes and the constant frowns worn by the locals. I remember watching a news reporter–one from the Beeb–try to interview random passers-by the week after the attack happened. The only person who actually spoke was a drunken slob who immediately launched into an impassioned and entirely inane rant on foreign immigrants.

Smart.

I spend ten minutes wandering around the East End, following the cordon, helpfully denoted by yellow warning signs and chain-link fences, and even more noticeably indicated by the blasted, blown-out buildings that line the Thames all the way up to what used to be the Tower Bridge and a little beyond. The barriers are almost unnecessary, as no one appears to want to go within a hundred feet of the Thames or the cordon even a month after what happened.
>>
>>42122539
>HATE WHY ARE YOU HOLDING HANDS WITH THAT SLUT WHORE
LEWD
>>
>>42122554
On the entrance is a sheet of laminated A4 paper, stuck to the door with sellotape. The impromptu display informs me in bold, bright red font that there’s no running water. It’s a depressingly common situation all across the capitol, and it’s so bad they’ve got the services literally pulling up water, filling as many tubs and cans as they can and driving in to serve it up at specially-designated zones. To be quite honest, I can’t imagine anyone using this place going for water.

It’s dim inside; barely half of the lights are on and one of these flickers on and off before finally giving up the ghost and dying completely. Roughly a dozen patrons sit either at the barside or at tables while a surly looking redheaded woman mans the bar alongisde an equally surly looking man. The only muted chatter comes from a trio sitting in a corner exchanging hushed words. Everyone else is silent, and concentrating only on their drinks. If the mood outside was dour, this is just depressing.

It’s a hard spot with his gaunt cheeks and scraggly beard, but those eyes are still the same as those in the photo. He notices me looking and gives me the slightest of nods to acknowledge my entrance. I go to the bar, and order a Magners.

“Afraid we don’t have that here mate; best I can do is Bulmers,” the barman tells me. I grumble and put some money down for a bottle of Bulmers Original instead, along with a glass of ice. Then I make my way to the table, greeting the man already occupying the table as I take a seat opposite him. He’s wearing a dark fleece top and khaki trousers, a heavy navy blue raincoat hangs over the back of his chair.
>>
>>42122539
>>42122559
Iowa would understand. She's been in the racket for longer than WW2, man. She knows of the JSDF already.
>>
>>42122560
“Afternoon,” he greets, his expression neutral, voice level and calm; or so he wants me to think. There’s a definite undercurrent of grief there that is only barely held in check. I think back to the file I was given on the individual I came here to speak to: Ben McLeod, twenty-eight, joined the Parachute Regiment at eighteen, served six of those years in 2 PARA before being shortlisted for the SAS. From there his history is, predictably, a blank up until a certain point in time, shortly after which he requested for a transfer to the SBS.

Then came London; where he was ‘given’ extended leave. I can see why.

Yeah, there’s damage in those bloodshot, smoky grey eyes of his. I don’t need a doctorate to know it–that morose expression he wears is a glaring neon sign even before he opens his mouth.

I tell him my name and occupation. His face barely flickers when I tell him I’m a journalist; he knows what we’re here for already, this is simply a formality. I go over the ground rules: This is held in strictest confidence, his name will not be used in the official publication, if he has any other requests, say them now blah, blah, blah. Then when I’m done, I ask him if he’d like to go somewhere else.

“No,” he declines with a soft shake of his head. “Here’s as good as anywhere.”

I try to suggest that we move elsewhere but, again, he refuses. I frown, but eventually concede. We scored this little nugget at rather extensive cost to the newspaper and if he suddenly decided against it just because I got pushy I’d be lucky if I never heard the end of it. I just have to hope if anyone does listen in that they’re not blabbermouths. Hardly comforting, but live and make do, as they say.

Or I think that’s how it goes.
>>
>>42122559
>WHAT IS THIS SMELL. CHERRY BLOSSOMS?

>WHICH WOMAN HAVE YOU BEEN HOLDING. I'LL HULL HER BELOW THE WATERLINE.
>>
>>42122572
Just as I’m settling down, removing my soaking raincoat and taking my essentials (recorder, notepad, two pens) out from an inside pocket of my jacket, Ben gets up and gets himself another drink. He comes back with a fresh pint of some sort of beer. He takes a quick gulp of the stuff, and clears his throat.

And then he begins to speak.
***
The guard died silently, throat opened to the world and blood streaming from the gaping wound. Ben McLeod lowered the corpse gently to the earth, head on a swivel for unexpected contact. So far they had all been lucky, and the Jihadi freaks had been none the wiser to the five-man team’s presence.

“Three,” he spoke softly into the bead of his headset as he wiped his blade clean and replaced it in its sheath, “Johnny down.”

“One, copy that Three,” came the response, before continuing, “Four: Two, Turncoat and I are in position and ready to snatch and grab, how’s the picture outside?”

“Four, not a soul in sight except for that sentry on the roof.”

“One, in that event, we’re going in. Keep an eye on the sentry and drop him if he starts acting up. All of you be ready to make a fast, hot exit; we may end up stepping on some toes.”

“Three, got it One. We’ll keep an eye out,” Ben responded.

The operator removed his NVDs and wiped his eyes before replacing the device, once more casting the Syrian village in a ghastly green glow. He kept his suppressed submachine gun clutched in both hands, ever watchful for even a hint of movement. The night was cool and utterly still, the only audible noise coming from Ben–the slow, calming breaths he took to steel himself for what he was sure was a very hot exfiltration, and the thumping of his heart.

Ten seconds passed in quiet. Twenty. Thirty. A minute. Two.

Then he heard a squawk in his ear.
>>
>>42122572
>2 Para
>SAS
>SBS
boy, he really gets around
>>
>>42122577
“One, we have the Target.” Ben released a long, shaky breath and let himself have a moment of quiet elation. They’d done it. “Remain in position until I give the signal and regroup at Rally Point Three to exfil.”

Two squelches acknowledged the Major, and Ben geared himself to hot foot it to the rendezvous some two miles south in the wilderness. Even further south, two quads and a rugged jeep waited, guarded by two more elite operators. Once they reached the vehicles, the team would speed to the coastline where the HMS *Bulwark* waited to send either a landing ship or helicopter.
***
I wait expectantly as he pauses to take another gulp of his drink. He suppresses a belch and wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. When he’s done though, he doesn’t resume his story and I have to press to get him to resume.

“Yeah, sorry, just paused to think. I’ve… got a lot on my mind.”

I’m sure he has, but I make no comment on it. I ask him about their journey to the rally point.

“Oh, well we hoofed it back of course. Made it inside of ten minutes and then we ran back to the vehicles.”

I feel a twinge of disappointment at his simple explanation, as if I’ve somehow been cheated. I ask him if that was really all there was to it. He gives me a wry grin.

“Sorry mate, sometimes operations really do go off like clockwork and the report literally says it all–no, you *can’t* read it,” he says, cutting off my admittedly impertinent question.

“Anyway, the trip back was pretty uneventful. Some hours spent driving and watching for any Johnnies that got wind of us but we never saw anything besides the odd vehicle here and there. It was as we reached the coastline when things started to get… weird.”
***
“Does it usually get this foggy in Syria?”
>>
>>42122585
The question stirred all but two of the men in the jeep–their foreign ‘guide’ who had gotten them this far, and the HVT they had been sent all this way to get. Ben rubbed his eyes and blinked to clear the heavy sense of fatigue. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon, and the darkness was starting to shrink away as a new day began in earnest. Ben craned his head about and–true enough–a thick fog was beginning to settle as they neared the extraction point. Next to him, the Major was scanning the environment with a critical eye and a deep-set frown.

“I don’t think it does Lieutenant,” he murmured. “It’s not usually humid or cold enough out here for fog. Not that I’m aware of anyway.”

The sentiment was hardly comforting, and Ben swallowed as he reached for his firearm, half-expecting a hundred Johnnies to come rushing their little convoy at any moment. The two quads driven by Three and Six, previously spread out across the route, had now closed within a few metres of the jeep so as not to lose sight of them and Ben could see the riders swivel their heads around every so often, constantly vigilant for any sign of trouble.

On the opposite side of the jeep, Turncoat groaned and mumbled in Farsi as he awoke from whatever dreams he’d been having. He took a moment to collect himself, rubbing his eyes and yawning loud enough to make the Major wince. Then he looked outside and suddenly, he was alert.

“What is this?” he asked sharply in heavily accented English. “Where are we?”

“Roundabout two and a bit miles from the coast,” Two answered. “Provided that we’ve not made a wrong turn in this bloody fog,” he added dourly.

“Easy there mate, it’s just a bit of strange weather,” the Major soothed. “We’ll be out soon enough, and then Johnny won’t be able to touch us.”
>>
>>42120587
Man I can't remember this shit it's been years
>>
>>42122594
That seemed to mollify the former Islamic State fighter, who twisted his head around, peering back over his seat and glancing at the unconscious figure of the IS commander he’d just helped the six-man team snatch out from under the nose of his erstwhile comrades. His gaze lingered on the prone, unconscious jihadi leader for a moment before he turned back and relaxed.

“Don’t suppose you know if fog like this is normal for this part of the country?” Two asked him.

“I wouldn’t,” Turncoat confessed. “When I made my way into Syria, I came by plane from Egypt and then crossed over through Turkey, and when I was still one of them I never went near the coast. Sorry.”

Two grunted in acknowledgement, keeping his gaze locked on the road and manipulating the wheel as necessary. It would impress no one for them to come all this way just to crash because their driver wasn’t paying attention and–arguably even more so than the rest of the team–Two took all their missions very seriously.

“Doesn’t matter,” the Major declared, “GPS tells me we’re coming up to the EZ now, in fact…” he trailed off and cocked his head to one side as the jeep slowed down. Ben strained to listen over the diminishing growl of the engine, leaning a fraction out of the open window.

“Perfect,” Two said, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face. Ben heard it scant moments later; a powerful engine and splashing waves–a Landing Craft for sure. Made sense, Ben mused to himself, the fog would make for hazardous flying.

“Right boys, grab your kit and then grab him,” the Major ordered, gesturing to the still-sleeping jihadi in the boot of the vehicle. “We passed the fighting lines some hours back but let’s not overstay our welcome, hm?”
>>
>>42122594
>Johnny
Is that what the limeys call them ISIS boys and girls?
>>
>>42122605
The team dismounted and grabbed their gear. Five and Six–who hadn’t really had a whole lot to do overall– got the honour of carrying the HVT while the rest of them prepped the quads and the jeep for their extraction. Ben was on watch, not that there was much to see with all this fog. Was it getting thicker? He could swear visibility wasn’t this poor when he’d woken up some ten minutes back. It didn’t feel right, and Ben had a sinking feeling that something was very, very wrong.

His gut feeling was vindicated mere seconds later when something off the coast exploded with a thunderous detonation, piercing the fog and painting the landscape in furious orange. Ben’s earpiece was abuzz with noise as each man cursed and wondered at what the fuck had just happened; all the while, the Major was screaming, both for order and the crew of the inbound landing craft to give him a sitrep.

“–n’t raise the Bulwark!”

“What the *FUCK* do you mean you can’t raise them?!”

“Major I– I think that explosion *was* the Bulwark,” the voice on the radio sounded dazed, as if he could scarcely himself believe what he was saying.

The Major staggered as if someone had slugged him. He shook his head and Ben could imagine the gears in his head turning as he processed the implications. The Bulwark was possibly gone, and if it turned out it was still out there, then it was running silent for whatever reason. Neither of those possibilities meant anything good for the team on the ground or the landing craft floating out in the distance.

“Sir?” Ben asked, trying to clamp down on his rising panic. “What do we do? Sir?”
***
>>
>>42122610
>Abyssal attack on Syrian shores
Welp, RIP SBS team.
>>
>>42122606
It's certainly how my uncle in the Army Air Corps has referred to them, after Jihadi John. I thought it might be feasible others in the forces might do the same.

He pauses again. I give him another minute before asking him why the Bulwark–a lightly armed assault ship–was on its own in waters that were considered unsafe at the best of times.

“You have to understand,” he tells me, “there was no kind of indication that DAESH had anything *like* the kind of firepower that destroyed the Bulwark. As far as we all knew, the heaviest thing they had in their arsenal was a couple of guided missiles and three old, battered Fishbeds gathering dust somewhere in a roughshod hangar in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. The Bulwark was well enough out of the way that any attempt by Johnny to attack it would have been obvious and easy to handle.”

I ask him if he or the Major ever considered the possibility of an Abyssal attack. He narrows his eyes at me and frowns.

“Listen,” he says tiredly, as if he’s had to explain this before, “despite what certain nutcases have tried–repeat, *tried*–to argue, *no one* in any kind of position had any kind of indication that *any* of this crazy shit would happen until it had already gone and happened. On that morning, to us on the ground–and in the air–the only conceivable aggressor could have been Johnny, and do you know how *terrifying* that little thought was on its own? That these murderous fucks–who had, so far, been more or less confined to land–had somehow got hold of enough firepower to *vaporise* a British Assault Ship?”
>>
>>42122618
He shakes his head and takes a breath.

“So anyway, as we’re panicking, we see a shape looming in the fog; a warship, no doubt about it, and *that* made us *really* shit our pants. We were shouting for the Royal Marines on the landing craft to park the fucker and skedaddle because–holy shit–somehow Johnny’s got hold of some really big guns.

“Then, Six tells us something. We don’t take much notice of it at first because we’re all freaking out, acting like we’re not some of the hardest motherfuckers you’d ever meet. Then the Major orders us to shut up and just like that, we shut up, and no sooner does *this* happen when…”
***
Another explosion rocked the world. Much larger, and much closer, and the shockwave floored them. One of them landed badly and started to shriek, clutching at his ankle.

“What the*fuck* is going on in this bloody place?!” Ben heard a man bawl over the vicious ringing in his ears. He thought he heard the Major yell something in response but it was drowned out by a series of secondary explosions that sounded an awful lot like…

Hold the bloody phone.

Ben picked himself up and squinted his eyes at the distant shapes in the fog. The inferno that everyone was all but certain used to be the HMS Bulwark was still burning, but now there were new blazes on the looming ship. Suddenly, there was an angry flare of light in the distance, which was shortly followed by a low, rumbling boom, like someone was banging a drum.

Then Ben understood.

“Guns,” he breathed.

“What?” Four asked in a raised voice, “You say something, Ben?”

“They’re guns,” Ben told him. “Navy guns–warship guns. Someone’s having a bloody war off the Syrian coastline!”

“Fine bleeding time for it,” groused Five, who was checking over the HVT for any injuries before shooting a venomous look in the direction of the ongoing engagement. “So what, did they target the Bulwark on purpose or was it an accident?”
>>
>>42122624
Only silence answered him.
***
“It was on purpose, that much is obvious now,” he tells me as he recounts the events of the day everything changed for him. “Abyssal materialised right in the Med, starts hunting for prey, and what does it spot but a nice, juicy, lightly-armed Assault Ship? As for the fog, well it’s theorised that they brought it with them when they arrived; I’m sure you’ve heard about all the strange weather that usually precedes an attack.”

That doesn’t actually happen as often as some appear to believe, but I make no mention of it, content to listen, record and make notes I feel are pertinent for the time being.

“Anyway, as you may have surmised, the Abyssal ended up biting off more than it could chew. We couldn’t see it, and didn’t much know it until later, but it was taking one hell of a hammering. We sat through five minutes of warfare, quaking in our boots and pondering what the hell was going on, wondering all the while if a shell would suddenly drop out of the sky and send us all off to meet our ancestors.”

Ben pauses to take a breath and another glug of his beer. I take a few sips of my own drink and jot down a few more notes and motion for him to continue at his leisure.

“Then it stops, like everyone’s just decided that they’ve had enough, and soon after it does, we get a message, a signal light from whatever it was that was shooting at the big bastard by the shoreline. It tells us that it’s not hostile, and that we should make our way over to it immediately. Naturally that didn’t seem like the best idea but after a bit of discussion with the Royal Marines we just decided to go for it. If it turned out they were baiting us into a trap then they’d have six troopers from the Regiment to deal with,” he pauses again. “Oh, and the Royal Marines, I guess they’d make themselves useful somehow or other,” he adds with a wry grin.
>>
>>42122624
Nooooo not another assault ship!
... Bloody abyssals.
>>
o look its the retard who had to force isis in the story epic
>>
>>42122635
I ask him what the trip was like. He inflates his cheeks and blows out a lungful of air, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It was pretty harrowing to be honest; drawing closer to something we were pretty sure would start shooting us as soon as it saw us. Our earlier bravado was pretty rapidly drying up and in our posturing machismo; we’d kind of forgotten that we had a Jihadi commander that we had to deliver. We couldn’t really leave him on the beach so he came with us onto the landing craft.

“As we made our way across the waves, we passed by the sinking wreck of the Bulwark. It was… bad. I said ‘vaporised’ earlier? Well, I dunno how much ordnance must have been poured onto it but it must have been big and it must have hit something sensitive because aside from a few scraps and a sinking wreck of what I think used to be the bow, there was *nothing* left of it. One of the Marines started sobbing; apparently three of his mates had been on that boat.

“After we passed the Bulwark it got quiet. None of us knew exactly what we’d meet when we found our mysterious ‘saviour’. The Major suggested we keep our heading and check our weapons in case it turned into a fight. The idea was to find a shady spot to board if it all went tits up and start murdering anyone that tried to stop us. Then if the shooty-shooty went all right, we’d take our sleeping buddy on board and get the crew to take us back to friendlier waters.”

But that didn’t happen.

“No. What happened instead was we closed with…”
***
“…a battleship,” one of the Royal Marines breathed, a mixture of wonder and confusion dancing across his face. “An old one too… what the fuck’s it doing all the way out here?”
>>
>>42122642
It was one of the most imposing things Ben had ever seen, and it *dwarfed* the landing craft. Four pairs of colossal guns were perched atop the deck, while six smaller ones lined the flank of the vessel. Ben had no doubt that if those weapons had been turned on them that there would be precious little to bury by the time the smoke cleared.

“Where are the crew?” Turncoat asked, sweat running in rivulets down his forehead.

It was a good question. There had been no hail when they had approached visual range through the fog; no one had called out to them, nor had they seen any sign of activity as they approached the floating leviathan. The only answer to their own shouts and yells was silence. Ben noticed one of the Royal Marines pull a small crucifix attached to a mariner chain from his fatigues and mumble a quick, quiet prayer before kissing it and dropping it back to its original place.

“This is all kinds of weird,” Four muttered, one eye locked to the scope of his rifle as he scanned the deck for movement. A chorus of grunts followed.

The Royal Marine at the controls of the craft took them around the back of the ship. Still, they saw no one. Eventually, the Major began to grow impatient and suggested they board. It took some manoeuvring, but eventually they managed to hoist all but one of the six-man SAS team–Five, who had sprained his ankle–up onto the vessel, along with nine of the twelve Royal Marine Commandoes on the craft. Turncoat and the HVT stayed behind. Turncoat wasn’t a soldier, not in the same way the others were, and nothing really needed to be said about the captured Jihadi who had somehow managed to remain unconscious throughout the entire course of events since his abduction.
>>
>>42122650
“We’ll move in pairs of two,” the Major outlined once they were all aboard and relatively sure there wasn’t anyone about to ambush them. “I don’t think I need to tell any of you how much I don’t like this, so if any of you see anything that stinks, you squawk in. Check those corners and don’t shoot unless you’re sure either you or your buddy are in peril. Smart?”

The group nodded as one, and the Major favoured them all with a confident grin that was both entirely him and entirely false, “Good, then let’s get busy.”
***
“It was me who found her first,” he tells me, “I don’t know why; she could have chosen to be anywhere really. Part of me likes to think she chose to appear before me in particular, but I guess in the end it was just down to blind luck.”

I ask him what it was like, meeting her for the first time.

“It was actually pretty nerve-wracking, looking back on it. Imagine: You find a ghost battleship floating in the seas off the coast of Syria after exchanging fire with… something, after your ticket out of a potential hot zone gets quite literally obliterated in front of your eyes. Then when you board said ghost ship, after what feels like hours creeping about praying to whatever deity you think’s looking out for you that you aren’t walking into the mother of all ambushes, you come across what seems to be the only person on board standing on the bow…”
***
Ben exchanged a confused look with Six before turning his gaze back towards the figure, clearing his throat softly and calling, “Hands behind your head!”

The figure did not react. She was unmistakably female, and had her back to the two soldiers, both of whom had their weapons trained on her head. If she so much as twitched in the wrong direction, the two of them would drop her.
>>
>>42122639
I'm so sorry nobody gave you cookies for your writing
>>
>>42122661
“I said hands behind your head!” Ben yelled, louder this time. He was starting to get angry.

“There’s no need to shout,” the figure said calmly, in perfect English. “I heard you quite clearly the first time.”

There was a brief pause, before Ben asked, “Who are you? What is this ship doing here? And where’s the crew? Are they hiding somewhere?”

The woman did not respond, instead turning smartly on her heel to face them. She was garbed in a red tailcoat with a shimmering, golden belt and a bright, sun-yellow aiguillette worn on her right shoulder which trailed down her flank to stop just above her hips, upon which was adorned a black skirt of modest length with a red trim. Tied to her waist was a black sheath, from which peeked the ornate hilt of a sword. Her legs were bare, and on her feet she wore short, white cotton socks and smart, black dress shoes, while on her hands, she wore impeccably pristine white ceremonial gloves.

She was also breathtakingly beautiful, with fair blonde hair that fell just below her shoulder line, soft emerald green eyes that seemed to Ben like glittering green whirlpools and strong, angular features with a small beauty mark on her left cheek. There was a distinctively regal aura about her as she beheld the two gruff, dirty soldiers on her deck and the corner of her rosy lips quirked for the briefest moment.

“It is rather impolite to demand a lady introduce herself before one’s own self,” she told them, resting a hand on the pommel of her sword, the other resting comfortably on her hips. She sounded English without the shadow of a doubt, her accent distinctive of the upper crust of British society.

Ben and Six exchanged another look. She certainly didn’t appear as if she meant them harm, but the whole situation that had led them up to this point had made them jittery and suspicious, and Ben had a hard time shaking that feeling off, even if he did find himself attracted to the young woman.
>>
>>42122669
Eventually though, he relented, “I’m Ben McLeod,” he told her warily, “Sergeant, 22nd Regiment of Her Majesty’s Armed Forces,” then he motioned with a jerk of his head towards Six. “That’s Corporal Eoin Mcloughlin, also of the 22nd Regiment.”

“Soldiers of the Crown?” the woman wondered with a pleased grin. “A pleasure to meet you indeed, brave warriors. I am the HMS Barham, but for the sake of convenience, you may simply refer to me as Barham.”

That stopped the pair of them cold.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Ben requested carefully. “It almost sounded like you said you were a…”

“Ship? Yes, that is precisely what I’m telling you. HMS Barham: Laid down in 1913, sailed a year later and commissioned the year after that; reporting for duty and currently at your service.”

“Starting to think we didn’t survive on that beach,” Eoin muttered beside him.

Ben took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, the last half hour had been a rollercoaster ride he didn’t ever want to go through again and now this was happening.

“You know what, fine, whatever, not like this day can get much crazier,” he muttered darkly to himself. “Miss… Barham, can you get us back to the Gibraltar strait? We’re on a mission to deliver an extremely high-value target to the SIS. If we make it back to the base there then… shit, I’m sure *someone* will know what to do with you.”

“A plan of action? Most excellent,” the young woman clapped her hands together, a pleased expression spreading across her face. “Please, tell your comrades on that tiny little vessel that they may come aboard, I am considerably eager to learn the current state of the glorious British Empi–”
>>
>>42122682
She was interrupted by a loud whoosh, followed by a detonation in the water off the… portside? Ben wasn’t sure, he wasn’t a naval rating. Barham, or the woman who *claimed* to be the Barham, narrowed her eyes dangerously in direction of the explosion.

“I should have known that would be too easy,” she murmured before turning her gaze back towards Ben and Eoin. “I’m afraid you will have to brace yourselves; the enemy has returned and this time they appear to have brought reinforcements.”

By that stage the fog was starting to dissipate and, true enough, some miles away sat three warships of varying size, one of which appeared to be at least partially damaged. Their guns flared and Ben once more heard the rushing whistle of incoming artillery. Shells slammed into the sea around them, kicking up great plumes of water that rocked the warship.

All the while, the young woman was smiling. Slowly, she removed the sword–an old cavalry sabre if Ben was any judge–and gently lowered it point-first on the ground, resting her hands on the pommel. Unlike the two operators, who scrabbled to find purchase on the tilting surface, she retained her balance, her eyes locked onto the ships that were raining fire on them.

“I’m no Navy captain,” Eoin shouted over the barrage, “but isn’t this kind of bad for us?”

He had been speaking to Ben, but it was Barham who answered.

“Hardly so,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence. “After all, they’re not the only one who brought friends.”

And with that, she raised one hand, curled her middle finger and thumb before joining them at the tip and placing them inside her mouth. Then, she gave a loud, shrieking whistle that echoed through the morning air. Then she removed her hand, took her sabre and raised it at the distant ships.

“*Charge*!” she shouted.

A shattering chorus of gunfire answered her. This time, however, it came from behind.
>>
>>42122682
>Barham
Oh, the one with the EXPLODEY gif?
>>
>>42122687
Seconds later the damaged aggressor crumpled as explosions blossomed along the superstructure, ripping turrets off the frame and rending the very shape of the vessel. Smoke belched from the craters gouged into the skin of the warship and Ben heard a groan of twisting, tortured metal reverberate across the waves. There was a moment of silence, like the whole world had paused to take a breath, and then the stricken ship began to sink.

Then, Barham’s allies made themselves seen.

Five ships broke through the disappearing screen of fog behind the Barham and began to bear down on the remaining two ships. Two were only slightly smaller than the battleship, with a smaller armament compared to their larger sister. Two were smaller still, and sat on the flank of the approaching flotilla. The last of the fresh arrivals was the tiniest of the lot, but possessed a pair of guns the size of the battleship, along with eight considerably smaller armaments. Ben and Eoin could only stand and gape as the ships unleashed a steady barrage on the remaining two enemy ships, though who exactly this ‘enemy’ was, remained a mystery to him.

“You may wish to find a safer location within my hull,” Barham said, without turning around. “It’s about to get rather noisy up here.” Then, as if on cue, the gargantuan guns of the battleship began to move, tracking a target; marking it for death.

___
And there's Part one done. Hope you gents found it satisfactory, I'm afraid I'm not quite up to snuff as some of the anon here on my navy knowhow. Thanks for the thread PF
>>
>>42122682
Yes. Of all the Queen Elizabeth class battleships that could have appeared, it just had to be Barham. PTSD ahoy.
>>
>>42122703
So uh, two cruisers, a destroyer and a... Dread?
>>
>>42122703
>I'm afraid I'm not quite up to snuff as some of the anon here on my navy knowhow

Doesn't seem to have affected you much. Nice start there, FrostyZippo!
>>
>>42122703
>The last of the fresh arrivals was the tiniest of the lot, but possessed a pair of guns the size of the battleship, along with eight considerably smaller armaments.

...Furious, or her sisters? Or a Monitor?
>>
>>42122719
I'm banking on a dreadnought or a monitor myself.
>>
>>42122719
>but possessed a pair of guns the size of the battleship
>size of the battleship
GRAAAAAR I thought I'd fixed all those dumb little errors! Fuck!
>>
>>42122703
Not a bad start though the whole ISIS thing could been left out.
>>
>>42122703
Neat read, Zippo.

>>42122719
Probably a Monitor. God damn it all, Jackie Fisher.
>>
>>42122729
Tiny + 2 Heavy guns screams Monitor

...Either that or it's the old HMS Victoria. Small and 2 16.25" guns
>>
>>42122748
Wait, Barham's fighting alongside THE Dreadnought herself?!

>>42122745
I dunno, it was pretty funny. No seriously. SAS banter about the ISIS guys was pretty funny.
>>
>>42122748
>monitors
>bad

They were the only thing Fisher did right. They were all the shore-bombardment utility of a battleship at a fraction of the cost, risk, and manpower.
>>
>>42122759
>Victoria
Welp, she'd probably have a lot of collision issues.
>>
>>42122767
Fisher did propose about an all-steel navy though.
>>
>>42122768
Cold be the Benbow, too. Probably a monitor, though.
>>
>>42122760
Not Dreadnought; she's probably an Abyssal.

I meant either an Erebus class or a Roberts class monitor. Shouldn't have capitalized the M.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monitor_%28warship%29#World_War_I
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erebus-class_monitor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberts-class_monitor

>>42122767
>>42122779
You have a point there. I'll concede the monitors were okay. But I still feel the instinctual need to strangle Fisher.
>>
>>42122790
The Erebus seems more likely. Which one of them has a shorter beam anyway?

>>42122783
To hell with all these Admiral-Class crap. Those look accident-prone.
>>
>>42122790
You've got the monitors backwards. They were never supposed to fight other ships. Their only job was doing heavy gun shore bombardment on the cheap.
>>
>>42122811
Not bellsanon, but you think we're seeing pre-dreads here?
>>
Note for American attack writefags.
Most Confederate Ironclads were scuttled before ever seeing battle.
>>
>>42122802
The Roberts class. They're 114 feet long. The Erebus class were around 120+ feet long.

>>42122811
I conceded that point already. Monitors are okay at their job.
>>
>>42122811
You work with the ships you have not the ships you want.
>>
>>42122841
Wait, where was Settle from again?
I don't think any confederates would work with him if he was a Yankee.
>>
>>42122872
Confederate ships are definitely abyssals anyway. They were meant to fight for a shitty cause, no surprise they'd return as monsters to mirror the people they fought for.
>>
>>42122891
I don't think Virginia would like that to happen to her though.
>>
>>42122891
Anon, I know you want to start that fight, but ships that fought for the Japanese Empire and the Third Reich have already come back "normally". That dog don't hunt.
>>
>>42122982
I wonder if any of the Treasure Ships would come back...
>>
>>42122909
Virgina has several reasons to just simply be fucked in the head period, after all she was made from the corpse of a previous ship.

>>42122891
Imperial Japan and Nazi Germany make the Confederates look Qausi-Evil.
>>
>>42123050
>Imperial Japan and Nazi Germany make the Confederates look Qausi-Evil
... I think you're not getting the point of the argument anon...
>>
>>42122872
Never said, other than Hate joking Annapolis.

So he might be a Marylander.
>>
>>42123063
That would be pretty.... uh... interesting to see, then.
>>
>>42123050
>Virginia comes back with split personalties.
>Out of battle she's Merrimack
>When she arms up and fights she becomes Virginia
>>
>>42123153
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfzlfXiMuac



[Advertise on 4chan]

Delete Post: [File Only] Style:
[Disable Mobile View / Use Desktop Site]

[Enable Mobile View / Use Mobile Site]

All trademarks and copyrights on this page are owned by their respective parties. Images uploaded are the responsibility of the Poster. Comments are owned by the Poster.