>>674590
>>You started having weird dreams again.

>>674590
>>You started having weird dreams again.

>>674590
>>You started having weird dreams again.
So pumped! Favorite night of the week!

>>674590
>You started having weird dreams again.

Live, from.../qst/, now isn't it, it's FRIDAY NIGHT
This week, girlships gets another restaurant collaboration event apparently, tanks gets better spotting and beautiful Paris added to the map rotation (plus mods), and warships gets news of more events on the horizon

>>674590
>>You started having weird dreams again.

>>674590
>>You started having weird dreams again.
Mostly featuring Anna

>>674590

>You started having weird dreams again.

>>674590
>You woke up in the middle of the flight.

>>674590
>>You started having weird dreams again.

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>>674590
Like the rest of the shipgirls, you sleep rather soundly. Or, at least, you get some consistent sleep. However, your dreams are a completely different matter. After all, you find yourself...

>On the black beach.
>On the frozen sea.
>With Anna...
>Other

>>674789
>>On the frozen sea.
>With Anna...

>>674789
>With Anna...

>>674789
>On the black beach.
>With Anna...

>>674789
>>With Anna...

>>674789
>>With Anna...

>>674789
>On the frozen sea.
>With Anna...

>>674789
>With Anna...
lewd? or are abyssals making dream threats again? either one would be of interest.

>>674789
>>On the frozen sea.
>>With Anna...

>>674813
>Abyssal Anna

>>674789
>With Anna...

>>674827
Pretty much why I chose the frozen sea and Anna actually.

>>674827
>yfw Abyssal Anna is a big fat Wa-class beast

>>674789
>>On the frozen sea.

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>>674827
>>674834
>>674839
I wonder if she has an evolution tree.

>>674789
>On the black beach.

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>>674789
You were...

You were standing on that frozen sea again. All around, you can see the flat, cold expanse of the Abyssal realm. The wind was just as cold and biting. The sky was still a blinding, crystal clear blue like Abyssal eyes. But something was different.

You weren't alone.

"H-Hoel!" Anna whimpers as she clutches your sleeve, shivering in the cold. "W-where are we?"

Wait... was this the actual Anna and you were having a shared dream? Or was this just a projection of Anna from your own subconscious? You had no fucking idea since pretty much anything was possible in a dream state. Like, you've been through some crazy shit before, but this was something totally new to you.

"Somewhere not good." You grunt. You look around, both your optics and radar going off at full power to try to detect any threats, but you don't detect anything.

"W-we shouldn't be here..." Anna upgrades from clutching your sleeve to wrapping herself around your arm, both for a little extra warmth and due to her fear of this alien environment.

"Neither of us should be." You agree as you look around, your eyes narrowing. This didn't make any sense. Didn't Vahlen remove all this Abyssal shit from your head? How were they still coming at you like this?

Or maybe this was just a simple dream. But you honestly had no damn idea.

"W-what do we do?" Anna asks, her green eyes darting to and fro. "I... I can feel them. HEAR them. I t-think something's coming!"

Weird, you don't hear anything...

>Just stay put. You'll wake up sooner or later.
>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.
>Other

>>674904
>>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.

Scenery would be romantic if it weren't for the fact something may or may not be trying to kill us right now.

>>674904
>Other

Anna... Please don't hate me... (start painfully pinching Anna's butt to see if she'll wake up and get out of the dream)

>>674904
>>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.
never stop moving!

>>674904
>Other

Anna... Please don't hate me... (start painfully pinching Anna's butt to see if she'll wake up and get out of the dream)

>>674904
>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.

>>674904
>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.

>>674904
>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.

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>>674904
>>You gotta start moving. You don't know where, but you can't stay still.

Well, looks like poor Victorious is exiting the story, but I thought I'd draw her as a warmup. /notbiased

I'm really annoyed that we did not help Victorious with her problem. I hope we see her again soon.

>>674987
Well you know, too many characters, not enough time. She'll probably be there during the finale or something

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>>674904
You're... you're not sure which way to go, but you know that if you just stayed still, bad things would happen. With no other choice, you fall back on an age old tactic that's not failed you yet. Your gut.

"Come on, Anna." You say reassuringly as you take Anna's hand and guide her over the thick ice. However, as you move, the wind suddenly picks up with an unexpected ferocity. Tiny snowflakes and shards of ice jab and prick into your exposed skin as you press forward. You instinctively position yourself between Anna and the wind so that your body and Rig could shield her from the worst of the weather.

Honestly, it felt like this wind picked up specifically to keep you from moving forward. You took that as somewhat of a good sign and kept pressing through.

"U-um, Hoel!" Anna tugs at your sleeve.'S-something's coming!"

"What?" You turn and you feel your blood running colder as you see the ice behind you crack and distort, as if something was trying to push up through the ice. "Shit!"

"W-wait!" Anna blinks as her antenna shoots up, emitting sparks rapidly. "I'm... I'm picking up a beacon! I think.... I think it's friendly!"

"Can you track it?" You ask, keeping an eye on he approaching monster beneath the ice.

"I t-think." Anna shakes her head. "I mean yes! Yes I can!"

>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.
>Have Anna head for the beacon while you delay your pursuer.
>Stand and fight your pursuer together with Anna.
>Other

>>675004
There's a finale?
Honesty I'm a bit surprise that Dorsetshire join them, I would think they need another carrier even with her issue she is still useful and we can work on her along the way. We seem to have a lot of guns type warship.

>>675025
>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

>>675025
>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

>>675025
>>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

>>675025
>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

>>675025
>>Have Anna head for the beacon while you delay your pursuer.
"You go, I stay, no following."

>>675049
NO nonononono! that scene still makes me cry bad anon!

>>675025
>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

>>675025
>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

>>675025
>>Try to get to the beacon with Anna.

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>>675031
>We seem to have a lot of guns type warship
Combat's pretty cinematic anyway, so firing at close range is a hell of a lot more visually interesting than sending up planes a hundred miles away

>>675025
>Have Anna head for the beacon while you delay your pursuer.

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>>675025
"Come on, Anna!" You yell as you tighten your grip on Anna's hand and increase your pace. However, the howling wind seems to respond in kind, pushing you with increasing force."

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>675107

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>675107
Move, move, move!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>675107
Run, Forrest, run!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>675107

>>675119
nice.

>>675119
FUCK YEAH FOREST!!! RUN!!!!

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>>675119
WELL.

Do you want to bank the crit? You currently have 2 FATE POINTS!

>Y
>N

>>675127
>Y

>>675127
>>N

>>675127
>N

>>675127
>Y

>>675127
Y

>>675127
Y

>>675127
>>Y

>>675127
>Y

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>>675127
>FATE POINT GAINED
>You currently have 3 points.

Despite the weather doing everything in its power to thwart you, you power forward, digging your feet into the slippery ice as best you could for purchase. Behind you, Anna also does her part, pushing you forward with all her strength, acting as both a sort of emergency brake and a bit of extra power at the same time.

"W-we're getting closer!" Anna's teeth chatter. "We're almost on top of the beacon!"

"Great news, Anna, but can you please tell me how close that thing behind us is?!" You grunt.

"Too close!" Anna replies unhelpfully.

You're about to chastise Anna when you suddenly bump into something. Or more accurately, someone. You turn your head o face forward again and are caught off guard when you see San Fran standing there, a confused and annoyed look on her face.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised you'd find your way here, somehow." San Fran sighs as she casually sucks on her cigarette one last time before flicking it away, the discarded butt getting caught in the hurricane winds and flying off to parts unknown. "I got a shelter a few meters farther up. You two can head there while I take care of this."

You look to where San Fran is pointing, and you see... a tiny little rock jutting out of the ice with what looks to be an igloo on top.

>Let San Fran handle things here.
>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.
>Other

>>675196
>>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

>>675196
>>Other
we all go together (fighting retreat?)

>>675196
>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

>>675196
>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

>>675196
>>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.
"I really need to see what the fuck is in here."

>>675196
>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

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>>675196
>>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

Time to take the bait.

>>675127
>>Y

>>675196
>>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

>>675196
>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

>>675196
>>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

>>675196
>You should stay and help San Fran while Anna heads for safety.

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>>674827
>>674834
>>674887
Knowing Anna, something like this.

>>675281
Based, Mudhen!

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>>675196
"Anna! Head for the igloo! I'm gonna help out San Fran!" You instruct the communications ship.

"R-right!" Anna nods as she takes the lead, or at least, would have if she didn't slip on the ice and fall on her face. She recovers quickly but... yeah. Not easy to salvage your dignity after a fall like that.

However, she's out of immediate danger. You take position next to San Fran to face the coming threat. The wind's stopped, as if realizing that there was no longer any point trying to stop you.

And finally, you see your opponents. Two large humanoid Abyssals breach the ice, their crystal blue eyes staring as they smirk smugly.

"Of course it's these fucking bitches." San Fran groans.

"What are they?" You ask. You don't recall seeing any Abyssals like them anymore.

"Fucking Submarine Princesses or some shit like that." San Fran lights up a fresh cigarette. "With names so fucking long and horribly spelled I don't even know where to begin trying to pronounce them."

"Plan?"

"We kick their asses, of course." San Fran's turrets swivel into attack position. "Little bitches always manage to slip away when knock em down, but with you here, well, things might be different."

>Just focus on warding them off.
>Fight to win.
>Other

>>675291
>>Just focus on warding them off.

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>>675281
Mudhen you are fucking drawfagging machine

>>675291
>Fight to win.

>>675291
>>Fight to win.
Since we're both here, it's a rare opportunity to finally get lasting peace around here. LETS DO IT!!!!

>>675291
>>Fight to win.

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>>675291
>>Fight to win.

>>675291
>Fight to win.

>>675291
>Fight to win.

>>675291
>Fight to win.

>>675291
>Fight to win.

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Rolled 17, 15, 19 = 51 (3d20)

>>675291
"All right then, cover me, San Fran!" You grin as you leap into the fray, charging right at the two Submarine Princesses.

"What the-" San Fran blinks before coming back to her senses and firing her cannons. "Goddamn destroyers!"

"Look Skrinfaxi, it's the little ugly one." One of the submarines giggles as she seemingly just slides out of the path of San Fran's shells.

"Yes Hrimfaxi, along with the big ugly one!" The other one giggles in the exact same way. "Perhaps they can be..."

"...ugly together!"

Okay, the they were talking was starting to piss you off.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>675353

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>675353
Come on!

>>675353
>19

Well good thing we banked that fate point.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>675353

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>675353
Rip and tear!

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>>675353
Well, it looks like your roll is quite short of the Abyssals!

You get one chance at a reroll, if you want to spend a FATE POINT.

Do you want to reroll?

>Y
>N

>>675375
>Y

>>675375
>Y

>>675375
>>Y

>>675375
>>N
for a 19? naw. We'd need a 20 anyways.

>>675375
>>N

>>675375
>N

>>675375
>N
We're not going to meet that 19. Just take the hit already.

>>675375
>N

Afraid that >>675389 has the right of it.

>>675375
>N

Chances of beating the 19 are to small to be worth using a fate point on.

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>>675375
You leap forward, your depth charge launchers hurling high explosive at the two submarines. However, in this.. dreamworld or home realm or wherever the fuck you are, they had the home field advantage. They seem to shimmer in and out of sight, flawlessly avoiding your attacks. Even from your faster cannon shells. They dive back into the ice, throwing off your aim.

"Hoel, MOVE!" San Fran screams.

However, before you can do anything, two sets of arms burst from the ice under, wrapping around both your legs and dragging you down into the black water below.

Almost immediately, the cold penetrates your deeper than any shell or torpedo, piercing into every muscle, vein, nerve, and even your very soul. The water is dark, impossibly black, and all you can see are the hundreds of pairs of glowing sapphire eyes, gleefully watching your descent.

You struggle, but it's no use. The submarines' grip is too strong, and the cold seems to have instantly sapped away your strength. You look up at the glimmering light of the surface as it slowly fades. Whether because you were sinking or your vision was failing, you weren't sure...

So cold...

>Who do you call for help?]/spoiler]

>>675441
JOHNSTON! HEERMAN!

>>675441
>Portland
anna is for us to save, the one who looks after hoel's ass is port.

>>675441
>Portland

>>675441
Commander Thomas!

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>>675441

Call out to Woel! It's our only chance!

>>675441
Gondor calls for aid.

>Portland

Professional Hoel saver everyone.

>>675458
>the one who looks at hoel's ass
FTFY

>>675441
>Portland

>>675441
>>675454
Our sisters seem fitting

>>675441
Portland

>>675441
>Iowa

>>675441
>Sisters

>>675441
>Woel
Time for psychic connections!

>>675441
>Portland

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>>675441
Everybody always said that your life would flash before you eyes on the verge of death. You never remembered anything like that the "first" time you "died", but here, in your own dream, you do see something in your moment of greatest terror and desperation.

Short brown hair, red rimmed glasses, and a prickly and stone hard attitude. Kinda a wet towel, but, well, you could always count on her when you were in trouble.

By pure instinct, you cry out Portland's name, even if it's just an explosion of bubbles muffled by the water.

And then you feel a train hit you right in the chest.

You eyes snap open and you see Portland kneeling over your body, now on its back. She has both her hands pressing on your chest, pushing down at regular, rapid intervals. You gasp as you gulp in much needed air, and Portland immediately stops.

"Hoel? She blinks, glasses askew. "Are you okay?"

You weakly give her a thumbs up. And that's when you notice the entire damn plane is now awake and crowded around you. Even San Fran and Anna. San Fran gives you a dark, cautious look, while Anna looked absolutely relieved.

"W-what happened?" You croak as you try to set up, with a bit of help from Portland.

"You tell me." She frowns. "I heard you calling out my name in your sleep, and the next thing I know, you stop breathing and your body temperature starts dropping like a rock."

Shit, what do you tell her? Everybody was listening. And you see San Fran silently shaking her head.

>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.
>Fucking Abyssals tried to attack me through my dreams!
>Other

>>675554
>>Other
>See if Anna and San Fran were there too before you lead in with the abyssal attack through dreams claim

>>675554
>>Fucking Abyssals tried to attack me through my dreams!

This can't be too good for morale...

>>675554
>Other
Hug

>>675554
>Fucking Abyssals tried to attack me through my dreams!

>>675554
>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

>>675554
>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

Let's not paint a target for Vahlen or anyone else on our backs, so let's listen to San Fran on this.

>>675566
san fran's there already and shaking her head at us to shut up

>>675554
>>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

>>675554
>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

>>675554
>Fucking Abyssals tried to attack me through my dreams!

>>675554
>>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

>>675554
>>Fucking Abyssals tried to attack me through my dreams!

I doubt anyone's gonna blab, and even if they do we can take the opportunity to shoot Nazibitch in the face.

>>675554
>>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

>>675554
>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

>>675554
>>Probably just some damage that wasn't fully healed.

considering this is port were talking too she's not gonna believe such an excuse, but she won't push for more info yet either, she'll wait till she can apply more pressure in a more private setting.

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>>675554
"Ah, it's probably just some damage that didn't get fully repaired." You laugh nervously. "I mean, I did take a pretty big hit there, and we kinda left in a big hurry."

"Hm, all right. If you do want to go to sleep, let me now and I'll keep an eye on your condition." Portland says as she turns to the other shipgirls. "All right, show's over. You all get some rest."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Julie asks with concern as she crushes you with a monstrous bearhug.

"Yeah, it looked pretty serious." Heerman frowns.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." You laugh it off. "I'll be fine with all of you around!"

Within a few minutes, everybody's back to sleep. Portland stays awake to keep an eye on you, like she promised, though she then heads off to the front of the plane. No doubt she was going to get a sitrep from the Captain. San Fran takes the chance to swoop in.

"That's a dangerous thing you did." San Fran grumbles as she eyes Portland's back.

"The fuck are you talking about?" You frown.

"The dream, you idiot." San Fran groans as she pulls out one of her many flasks. "You called out for Portland to save you, right? You might as well have just broadcasted to the Abyssals what one of your weakness was!"

"What?" You blink.

"You have to be careful what you say and even THINK when you're... 'there.'" San Fran explains. "Thankfully, Portland's a big ship and she can take care of yourself, but... you might want to keep a closer on her in the coming battles."

"Okay..." You frown. "So about what happened..."

"Make it quick." San Fran's eyes dart back to Portland, who's now turning back.

>What was Anna doing there?
>What would they do with Portland?
>How the hell did they pull me back in there?
>Other

>>675648
>What was Anna doing there?

>>675648
>What would they do with Portland?

>>675648
>What was Anna doing there?

>>675648
>What was Anna doing there?

>>675648
>>What was Anna doing there?

>>675648
>>How the hell did they pull me back in there?

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>>675648
"So, what exactly was Anna doing there?" You ask as you glance at Anna, who was now fast asleep again, her antenna twitching occasionally. "She's not like either of us. She never got a piece of Abyssal in her."

"I'm not sure, actually." San Fran frowns. "I was just as surprised to see her. It's odd."

"Huh..." You sigh.

"Actually..." San Fran narrows her eyes as she looks at you again. "Did something... intimate happen between you and Anna recently?"

"What do you mean by intimate?" You bite you lip.

"Intimate." San Fran reiterates. "Don't worry, I won't judge."

>Well we did have this one wild night...
>Nothing happened at all!
>Other

>>675740
>We got really, REALLY drunk

>>675740
>Well we did have this one wild night...

>>675740
>>Well we did have this one wild night...

Also >Julie asks with concern as she crushes you with a monstrous bearhug.

You're still doing that

>>675740
>Well we did have this one wild night...

>>675740
>>Well we did have this one wild night...

>>675740
>Well we did have this one wild night..

>>675740
>Nothing happened at all!

>>675740
>Well we did have this one wild night...

>>675740
>Well we did have this one wild night...
Oh God, we gave Anna an Abyssal STD!

>>675740
"Well uh, we did have this one wild night..." You admit sheepishly.

"Ah." San Fran nods with understanding. However, at that point, Portland was now close enough to get within earshot, so San Fran leans in. "Look, I think it might have something to do with your connection to Anna. Like, some sort of literal connection. A communications ship like her is unprecedented so far so maybe there's some kind of hidden property at play here..."

"What do you-"

"Is something the matter?" Portland intercedes as she adjusts her glasses.

>Just some small talk.
>What were YOU doing?
>Actually, there's something I gotta tell you...
>Other

>>675790
>>What were YOU doing?

>>675790
>>Other
>"San Fran's just telling me the dangers of mixing painkillers and alcohol from personal experience."

>>675790
>Just some small talk.

>>675790
>Just some small talk.

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Alternative what-if scenario: Hoel called out for Tashkent.

>>675790
>>What were YOU doing?

>>675790
>>Actually, there's something I gotta tell you...
I boobed you

>>675790
>Just some small talk.

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>>675790
"Ah nothing, it was just some small talk." You laugh it off. "Ya know, like San Fran warning me about the dangers of mixing alcohol and painkillers."

"Ah yes, from personal experience." Portland nods with the slightest grin, earning a poisonous glare from her fellow cruiser. "Well, I'll be at my seat if you need me."

Portland then makes her way back to assigned seat, where she then brings out a book that you can't quite make out the title of. San Fran also wanders off, probably to try and find a quiet corner of the plane to drink in peace.

Well, you really weren't in any mood to sleep right now, and it seemed like you'd be arriving at Hawaii soon anyways.

>Bother Portland some more.
>See how Anna is holding up.
>See what the Captain is up to.
>Other

>>675843
>>See what the Captain is up to.

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>>675843
>>See how Anna is holding up.
I wonder how the base staff are holding up.

>>675843
>See how Anna is holding up.

>>675843
>>See what the Captain is up to.

>>675843
>See what the Captain is up to.

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>>675843
You decide to head up to the front of the plane yourself to have a little chat with the Captain. After all, other than knowing that you were going to be heading for Japan, you actually had no idea of the more minute details of what was supposed to be going. Or, well, the bigger picture, as Portland puts it.

Of course, you find the Captain sitting in one of the forward compartments near the cockpit. He's working on something on his tablet and is apparently so busy he doesn't even look up when you arrive.

"Hoel." He says simply. "Are you well?"

"Um, yeah, it was nothing." You respond sheepishly.

"Stopping breathing usually isn't 'nothing.'" The Captain points out, accentuated with a split second long glare, but he doesn't press the issue any further. "Anyways, what brings you here?"

>Why did the Admiral want a Bong and a Kraut on the team?
>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?
>How's Pearl been doing?
>Other

>>675879
>How's Pearl been doing?

>>675879
>Why did the Admiral want a Bong and a Kraut on the team?

>>675879
>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?
>Why did the Admiral want a Bong and a Kraut on the team?

>>675879
>>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?
what's the situation sir?

>>675879
>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?

>>675879
>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?

>>675879
>>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?
It's not like they're running short on shipgirls anyway.
inb4 having to operate with Kurita Fleet

>>675879
>>Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?

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>>675879
"Why are we being sent to Japan of all places?" You ask. "Last I heard, they got a lot of shipgirls there, don't they? Why do we need to add more?"

"Officially, it's due to having to spread our forces to cover newly accessible island chains that had previously been cut off or besieged by the Abyssals." The Captain explains. "Like the Philippines, Guam, the Solomons, and more."

"And unofficially?" You raise an eyebrow, catching the Captains insinuation.

The Captain just sighs and looks around for a second before turning back to you.

"This hasn't been made public yet, and probably never, but there are reports of significantly increased Abyssal activity in the Pacific area."

He then turns his tablet to you, showing known and projected Abyssal movements. You could see dozens of little red lines crosscrossing all over the Pacific, originating and ultimately ending back in the North Poe.

"These aren't just commerce raiders and battlefleets." The Captain further explains. "The vast majority are supply convoys or small packs of salvage ships."

"...like foraging parties?" You frown.

"Exactly what the Admiral thinks." The Captain nods. "The Abyssals are looking for something, and that means they're preparing for something. The general consensus among High Command is a full scale, concentrated Abyssal offensive on Japan."

"Which is why the Admiral is trying to pull in every shipgirl he can find..." You conclude.

"That's right." The Captain nods. "We'll be touching down in Pearl in a few minutes, but we won't be staying long. Just long enough to refuel the plane and take on additional passengers. Then it's a straight shot to Japan."

>Sounds good.
>Um, is sending American ships to Japan really a good idea...?
>Other

>>675908
>Sounds good.

>>675908
>>Sounds good.

Let's hope we can meet up with Woel.

>>675908
>>Sounds good.

>>675908
>>Sounds good.

>>675908
>Um, is sending American ships to Japan really a good idea...?

>>675908
>Sounds good.

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>>675908
"Sounds good." You shrug.

"Good, because we're coming in on a landing approach right now." The Captain warns as he casually snaps on his seat belt.

You quickly rush back to your own seat and buckle down as the loadmaster goes down the aisle, bravely rousing the other assorted shipgirls from their slumbers to make sure they're all strapped in securely.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Dorsetshire whispers to you as the plane lines up with the runway. "But this is my first time at Pearl Harbor. You wouldn't mind showing me and Graf Spee around...?"

>Sure, I'll be glad to!
>I think Portland would be the better choice...
>Other

>>675943
>>Sure, I'll be glad to!

>>675943
>>Sure, I'll be glad to!

>>675943
>Sure, I'll be glad to!
Best tour guide!

>>675943
>Sure, I'll be glad to!

>>675943
>>Sure, I'll be glad to!
MADE IT! FUCK YISSSS

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>>675943
"Sure! I'll be glad to!" You smile.

Oh jeez, where the heck would you take them first?

>Introduce them to the battleships.
>Introduce them to the carriers.
>Introduce them to Mulberry!
>Introduce them to Shen.
>Other

>>675972
>Introduce them to Shen.
Important part of base operations.

>>675972
>>Introduce them to Mulberry!
She'd love her cooking.

>>675972
>>Introduce them to Mulberry!

>>675972
>Introduce them to Mulberry!
Food!

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>>675972
Hmmm, well, it seems like activity has really dropped off and it's rather late, so we'll continue things next week! Don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!

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>>675994
See you tomorrow, Merc. Thanks for the run!

>>675994
Thanks for running Merc.

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>>675998
Oh, and for those who haven't seen it, QM-tans.

>>676012
I always knew all QM's were cute girls.

>>676012
Didn't know Merc was a meganekko

>>676447
it's cute

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>>676447
Pretty sure because it's based off of decu's original rendering.

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>>674590
>TFW a thread that stopped 3 days ago is still on the board
thanks /qst/!