>>886555
>> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”

>>886555
>> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”

>>886555
>> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”
She a Mandoboo?

>>886555
>> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”

>>886555

> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”

>>886555
>> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”

> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”

“What is it with you and Mandalorians anyway, Prosecutor?”

She gasps. “You don't know? The Mando'ade are one of the most amazing civilizations! They've produced the Galaxy's greatest warriors! They almost once or twice destroyed the Galactic Republic before it reformed into the Empire! No other group has had such an impact on galactic culture than the Mandalorians.” She says this with a complete “stars in the eyes” expression as if she were talking about her favorite singer on the holos or something. “Everything the Empire does with their Stormtrooper Corps, the Mandalorians have done better at some point.”

“If the Mandalorians are so great, how come they willingly serve the Empire?” asks F4.

“W-” Prosecutor puffs her cheeks out. “Y-... You're just a droid. You wouldn't understand.”

“Hey. He may be a droid, but he has a point, Prosecutor,” you explain. Prosecutor puffs her cheeks out, obviously not at all happy at having the Mandalorian name be besmirched. “Now get ready to land, we'll be moving to our new base of operations for the foreseeable future in just a little bit.”

“Mmm... yes, Admiral,” she says. She turns around to leave, but suddenly the ship starts to shake as you approach Mygeeto. That's not good.

“Sir!” One of your crewmembers calls you over the ship intercom. “Yuuzhan Vong contact on the edge of the Mygeeto system, two cruiser-class and a carrier-class!” Your Starship Girls stand straight, ready. “Their bearing is taking them towards the planet!”

Finalizer grins. “ANOTHER CHANCE FOR BATTLE! TO VICTORY!” She packs on her equipment, immediately glowing red with energy. “CHAAAARGE!” She sprints right out of the hangar before you can stop her. Damn it, Finalizer!

Resolute steps next to you. “Oh dear, it appears your Star Destroyer has ran off. Should we assist her?”

> “It's just a pair of cruisers and a carrier, she can handle it.”
> “Assist her? You're going to soak damage for her, damn it.”
> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”
> Other

>>886653
>> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

>>886653
>> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

>>886653
> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

>>886653
>> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

>>886653
> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

>>886653
>> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

> “Go now and make sure nobody hurts themselves.”

-

-

“NOW MY MINIONS, ATTACK!” Finalizer deploys her impressive screen of TIE Fighters. They buzz around the cruisers and blast out the fighter escort of the carrier. Even by herself, she's absolutely dominating the entire zone of attack. “In the name of the Dark Side, destroy them!” Following up behind Finalizer and cruising in front to screen her are Black Hawk, Tellstar, and Prosecutor, with Redemption and Resolute behind. Where the hell's Arc Hammer?

“Sir, Arc Hammer is still awaiting deployment,” one of your techs explains. Ugh. Damn it. Whatever, you'll talk to her another time about it.

One of the YV cruisers explodes under the withering suppressive fire of Tellstar and Prosecutor, weakened extensively by the fighters from Finalizer. Finalizer laughs maniacally, before deploying a barrage of intense turbolaser bolts. They slam into the remaining cruiser and the carrier, shattering them to pieces. The remainder explodes, cutting them apart for good.

Well, that's a good skirmish. “We did it! We did it!” yells Finalizer. “Wooo! The Dark Side always triumphs!”

-

-

“You're joking.”

“Sir, you should probably consider benching Finalizer until we can get our resource situation under control.” The Dictator and your Arquitens have docked in one of Mygeeto's outposts buried in the frozen rock and crystal surface of the planet. Droids were busy unpacking the girls' belongings as you looked at the expense report given to you by Arc Hammer. “Every time she enters combat, she needs a proportional amount of food equal to the amount of energy she expends in combat.”

“... so she eats like a walking carpet is what you're saying,” you say.

She nods, folding her arms. “What I am saying in more polite terms, is that perhaps the next time we deploy, please leave her behind unless there is a serious situation. She is far too important to be using on simple skirmishes with light raiding parties.”

“I get what you mean,” you say. Still, very impressive. You know very people who can eat food like this. “Though...”

> “I'm gonna deploy her how I see fit.”
> “Fine, she stays during skirmishes and expeditions for resources.”
> Other

>>886809
>> “Fine, she stays during skirmishes and expeditions for resources.”
Go have her practice swordsmanship with a plastic lightsaber or something

>>886809
>> “Fine, she stays during skirmishes and expeditions for resources.”
>However, Regular time on the simulator. We don't want her getting lazy.

>>886809
>> “Fine, she stays during skirmishes and expeditions for resources.”

>>886809
> “Fine, she stays during skirmishes and expeditions for resources.”

> “Fine, she stays during skirmishes and expeditions for resources.”

“Alright, alright. Fine.” You sigh, rubbing your nose. Damn it, damn it. Finalizer is an awesome force multiplier to have on the field. But if she's so much of a hog on resources, you will have to save her. Damn it. It does mean you'll have to talk to her about this though. You can't imagine how she'll feel about this. “I'll talk to her later about her staying in for normal combat patrols. Only when she's needed for big fights will I call on her, okay?”

“I believe that's fine, Admiral.” Arc Hammer bows to you. “Now if you'll excuse me, I must also see to my new quarters.”

Prosecutor tugs on your sleeve. “Admiral. Your new office.” Oh?

-

-

Your new office is huge! Whoa! You set down your box of personal items onto the desk. Is this desk made from Kashyyyk trees too!? Nice! That'll be sturdy! You could fit a TIE Fighter in this office with room to spare! Haha! Pure, pure luxury! And it's all yours!

Oh, and Prosecutor's you guess. You had her desk moved in by the door as well. Compared to the space you have, she's still surrounded by filing cabinets and stacks of paper. She grins, sitting at her desk, waiting for orders. Alright, alright. You scratch your chin, smiling as you look out the huge window which takes up an entire wall behind your desk. You've got this amazing view of the frozen planet of Mygeeto. Who knew snow and crystals could make such a brilliant illuminating display? Hm, goodbye, Dantooine! Hello, Mygeeto. This will be an excellent home for any good Admiral such as yourself.

The door flies open. “LORD ADMIRAL!” Oh great. Finalizer. You turn around. She salutes, then bows to you. “Dark greetings! You wanted to see me?”

“Take a seat, Finalizer.” She nods, quickly pulling a chair away from the wall and coming to your desk to sit. You start unpacking your things as you talk. “Right, Finalizer. I just learned that you consume quite a lot of resources.” She nods, rubbing her hands together, obviously expecting some kind of dark and evil plan it seems. “So listen. I can't take you out for random skirmishes or expeditions anymore. You're going to be staying on base until force is needed.”

[1/2]

>>886952
[2/2]

Finalizer's smile drops completely. “... oh. Um. D-... did I do something wrong?”

“What?” You blink. “No. You just consume far too many resources and the expense of it is too impractical to deploy you daily. Arc Hammer told me of this just earlier, and we're not exactly drowning in food or the... weird energy stuff you eat.” You honestly don't know what the hell Starship Girls eat but it obviously can't be healthy. “So. There it is. You're to stay on station until further notice.”

“Oh.” Finalizer looks down, twiddling her fingers. “Um. What do I do then?”

“Train, keep in the simulators until I need you. Don't get too complacent.” You sit down behind your desk.

…

“Is there something else?” you ask.

“Oh, you want me to go!” She stands up. “Well-... are- are you sure, Admiral? It's not because I did something wrong, did I?” She looks absolutely horrified at the prospect of this.

> “The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”
> “No. Now get out.”
> “You didn't do anything wrong. You're just far too expensive. I explained this.”
> Other

>>886956

>Think of it this way, you are the last hope where all seems to be at its lowest you come in as the tableturner and lay waste to a unsuspecting enemy.

Appeal to her Chunni and show her how cool it will be to be the shounen anti-hero that appears when the regulars are in danger.

>>886956
>> “The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”

>>886956
>“The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”

Tell her its purely logistics. If she's still upset, pull her to one side, look about suspiciously and tell her that the other girls are a little jealous of how awesome she is and you want to give them a chance to shine too.

>>886956
>> “The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”

>>886956
>> “The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”

>>886956
>> “The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”

>>886956
>>886972
Another idea to appeal to her chunni side is that she's too strong and should fight enemies that are worthy of her.

Compare her to Lord Vader, Does he go and squash every rebellion that pops up? He only goes where the emperor knows where he will be most effective.

Using her for every mook is a insult to her abilities.

>>886956
>>886991
This works.

> “The only crime you're guilty of is being too wonderful for your own good. Now get out.”

“Finalizer, think of it like this. You're strong, stupidly strong even.” She blinks, surprised by that. “I can't let you waste yourself on enemies that aren't worthy of you! You know Lord Vader-”

“OF COURSE I DO!” She leans on the desk, staring you in the idea.

“Well, does Lord Vader go and micromanage every little thing, crush every enemy in his path? Or does the Emperor tell him where to go where he'll be most effective?” Finalizer nods slowly, understanding silently. “There, we see? And think of it even more like this, when the regulars are in trouble and they need reinforcements, who will come to save the day?”

She grins. “FINALIZER! THE SCION OF DARKNESS!” She plants a hand on her chest, sighing in bliss. “You're right. I was mistaken, Admiral. You clearly have a grasp on what you are doing!” Hahaha. Yeah. “Thank you for this dark meeting, Admiral! I now understand my role in your fleet!” She bows to you. “If there is anything you need while I am here on base, I will be here!”

“Good, now get out.” She nods, quickly jogging out the door. And with that, Prosecutor steps up to your desk. “What's the situation?”

“Girls are getting settled in.” She opens a map of the area around Mygeeto. “Sir. There are a dozen zones that need to be liberated from the Yuuzhan Vong. As usual, the closer we are, the least resistance there is. However, advance scouts from the Imperial Navy report the YV in this area are very resiliant and may give us more trouble than the ones on Dantooine.”

“Alright.”

“What is your first course of action here on Mygeeto, sir?”

> Help the Starship girls move in.
> Deploy an expedition for resources.
> Deploy a combat patrol to liberate a zone.
> Other

>>887170
>> Help the Starship girls move in.

>>887170
>> Help the Starship girls move in.

>>887170
>> Help the Starship girls move in.

>>887170
>Help the Starship girls move in.

Superior morale is the key to victory

>>887170
>> Help the Starship girls move in.

>>887170
> Help the Starship girls move in.

>>887170
> Deploy an expedition for resources.
We have just been told we're short on resources.

>>887170
>> Deploy an expedition for resources.

>>887170
> Deploy an expedition for resources.

> Help the Starship girls move in.

-

-

You place down a box for Black Hawk in her room. Being Starship Girls, and owing to the fact that there are only a few of them, they each get to have their own separate room. Black Hawk's room is being filled with models of starfighters of all kinds, from the Naboo N-1, to the more obscure like the Dagger-class starfighter (oddly resembling a tri-fighter). They line the walls, hang on her desk, or even hang over her bed as well. “So uh... Black Hawk. How many of these fighters do you have?”

“There's well over a hundred,” says Black Hawk. “You should see my collection of Old Republic ships.” Oh great. More stuff to carry. “But thank you for helping me settle in, Admiral!”

“No problem,” you say. “You girls deserve a little break. And while I could just get someone to do this for me, I believe in uh... doing things I could do myself.” You have no idea what you're saying. You should've just told someone to do this for you. Good golly.

Black Hawk takes out a TIE Fighter model from one of her boxes. “Neeeeeeeeer...” She flies it around as if it were actually moving, making the sound effects all by herself. “Woooooo. YEEEARARRRARGGHHH-” You roll your eyes. Does she really need to do that? “Come on, play with me, Admiral!”

“That's quite alright,” you say. “I gotta-”

Force of Commerce busts through the door with her boxes. “If the Admiral is helping people move in! Help me bring in my stuff too!”

“Oh, Commerce.” Redemption steps in, patting her on the head. Force of Commerce fights her off, muttering angrily. “Don't be so rude. He'll help you if he's ready, right, Admiral?”

“Right, right,” you say.

“Well, I have much to move in.” You look out the hallway to see... mattresses? “Those mattresses are for when you inevitably bring in more lovely CIS ships such as myself.”

> “Yeah, no screw that. Let's play, Black Hawk.”
> “Move your own mattresses.”
> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”
> Other

>>887477
> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”

>>887477
>> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”

>>887477
> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”

>>887477
> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”

>>887477
>> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”

> “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with.”

The things you do to spoil these girls. “Alright. Alright. Redemption, Black Hawk, would you mind?” They don't, and they join you in helping you carry the mattresses into Force of Commerce's room. Her room has already been mostly unpacked for now, with posters of credits, famous casinos, and other money related things dotting the walls. “Here we go!” You drop the mattress on the floor next to her bed. “Right. Uh. Commerce.”

“FORCE of Commerce!”

You sigh. “Force of Commerce. What makes you think we'll hatch any new CIS ships so soon? And that I'll bunk you with them anyway?”

“Hmph!” She folds her arms. “I daresay, y'all have no foresight! We CIS ships are happy bunking with each other regardless if there's no room or if there's room! We pride ourselves on being autonomous but also willing to care for one another and for the Admiral who cares for us!” She smirks. “Whaddya think about that, huh?”

Redemption glances at you bemusedly while Black Hawk simply stares confusedly at Commerce.

“Let's just get the other mattress in.”

-

-

You sit down outside of the barracks on the stair steps leading into the foundation. Ugh, your shoulders. “My, my, Admiral. Working so hard?” You suddenly feel Redemption's soft hands on your shoulders. She gently squeezes them, rubbing her palms down against them to ease the tension on them. Ooooh that's good, that's very good. “Thanks for moving our stuff in. I know it can be a pain.”

“Well, at least Resolute and Arc Hammer pack light,” you say. “Where are they anyway?”

“Who knows,” Redemption says. “My, Admiral. You have so much tension in your shoulders. You absolutely need a real massage sometime soon.”

> “Well, my office is free if we need some privacy.”
> “Oh, another time, maybe when I really need it.”
> “Less talking, more rubbing.”
> Other

>>887609
> “Oh, another time, maybe when I really need it.”

>>887609
>I'll appreciate it. Need to gather resources first.

>>887609
Voting this >>887626

>>887609
>> “Oh, another time, maybe when I really need it.”

>>887609
> “Less talking, more rubbing.”

And now for the privilege of rank.

>>887609
>> “Less talking, more rubbing.”

> “Oh, another time, maybe when I really need it.”

You sigh. Much as you want a massage from Redemption, you won't have it be done in public on these stairsteps. “Another time then, Redemption. When I really need it. For now though. We should get to organizing another expedition for resources.” You gently pat her hand away, then stand up. “Get yourselves ready to head to briefing in a little bit.”

Redemption nods, smiling. “Of course, Admiral.” And with that, she turns to leave. Hate to see her leave, love to watch her go. Yes, yes...

With that, Prosecutor arrives. “Sir.” You nod, walking and talking with her on the way back to your office. “Sir, there's a new development for us in store. Advance scouts are reporting that the final sector's forces are massing up in strength.”

“How tough?” you ask.

“We don't know yet, but possibly at least fifteen ships maybe more, including a Corvette Princess and a Star Destroyer Princess.” Really? Interesting. “Sir. This kind of buildup in forces can only mean one thing.”

“And that's...?”

Prosecutor looks at you funny. “Sir. The Yuuzhan Vong rarely commits forces of this size to areas if they aren't planning something. Now, the arrival of a pair of Princesses along with more ships that means...” She snaps her fingers, standing. You have to stop to look at her. “Sir. It could mean a World Ship is coming.”

A World Ship? You chuckle a little. No, that couldn't be. What's a World Ship coming to Mygeeto for? There's nothing useful here!

… except a lot of crystals.

Oh boy.

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That's it for tonight's KuatColle. I'll make sure to speed things up tomorrow when we run. Hope you all enjoyed regardless and hope you all think Prosecutor is the best.

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>>887939
Thanks for running, Schteel

>>887939
Thanks for the fun, boss

>>887939
Thanks for the run.

>>887939
Thanks for the run.

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Attempted to make a version of the KanColle logo. What do I need to fix?

>>888842
looks good anon, I love it

The next day came, and with it another expedition for resources.

It's not a lot, but it's enough to get the girls going through another few combat patrols at the very least. “You weren't able to recover any crystals?” you ask.

“No. Just standard resources,” says Prosecutor. She, Black Hawk, Force of Commerce, and Tellstar were the ones to go. Sending Redemption, Resolute, or Finalizer would've been prohibitively expensive. Plus, it gives you more chance to ogle the big girls as they find things to do around the base like stretch, jog, or just eat. People might call it stalking, you call it scouting and observation. One has to be aware of the strengths and weaknesses of each and every Starship girl under your command after all. “Unfortunately, moving into YV territory with just the four of us might give us a lot of trouble, so I made the call to stay out in the neutral areas.”

“That's fine,” you say. “Alright. Can we organize another combat patrol?”

“Yes sir, I'll inform-”

F4 rolls through the door into your office. “Sir. It's a call from Lord Vader.”

Uh oh.

You stand up, as does Prosecutor. F4 projects a small sat dish from his dome, then projects the holo image of Lord Vader himself in front of you. “Admiral.” His deep metallic voice is enough to shake you, even if he's parsecs away. “Report on the situation.”

“My lord.” You bow to him. “Situation is that the Yuuzhan Vong are here in strength in the Mygeeto system. My secretary, Prosecutor, has theorized that they plan to move a World Ship in within a reasonable timeframe, perhaps this month or the next to claim Mygeeto's power crystals.”

Lord Vader nods, then looks at Prosecutor. “You are sure of this?”

“Why else would they come out here?” she asks.

“Hm. Very well.” Lord Vader says, “Then you are tasked with the defense of Mygeeto. I will assemble a small task force to assist you, it will arrive sometime in the end of the week. You should have time before the World Ship arrives.” You nod. Of course, of course. Expecting you to take on a massing YV force with just a group of Starship Girls, thank you for the confidence. “I will personally arrive there with the task force along with my own cadre of Starship Girls, Executor and-”

“Ooooh Lord Vader~!” Devastator steps into the picture, holding a tray with a bowl of ice cream. “Ice cream, just for you! I made sure to-” Lord Vader glares intensely at her. “... I interrupted another call, didn't I?”

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>>889857
[2/2]


“I would appreciate it if you would stop doing this.” Lord Vader takes the tray, then places it off scree. Devastator blushes, stepping to the side, still in frame. “Admiral. Your responsibility now is to make sure the Yuuzhan Vong do not mass in force before we arrive. Make sure their numbers are managed before the World Ship comes into the system.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod to him.

“I have complete confidence in you, Admiral.” He glares intensely through his helmet directly at you. “Do not disappoint me.” His image vanishes.

…

well, that's one way to wake you up.

Prosecutor nods to you. “Orders, sir?”

> “We still have that Soul Crystal right? Let's hatch it.”
> “Let's brief the girls on the situation.”
> “Relax. This will solve itself.”
> Other

>>889861
> “Let's brief the girls on the situation.”
We should try for a couple more supply runs first, after we begin operations, who knows when we'll get another chance.

>>889861
>> “We still have that Soul Crystal right? Let's hatch it.”

>>889861
>>889871
>> “Let's brief the girls on the situation.”
Changing my vote to this.

Maybe we might uncover some more starships or equipment, we need quite a bit.

>>889861

> “We still have that Soul Crystal right? Let's hatch it.”

>>889861
>> “Let's brief the girls on the situation.”
"and ICE CREAM in order."

>>889861
> “We still have that Soul Crystal right? Let's hatch it.”

> “Let's brief the girls on the situation.”

-

-

“So here's the situation. We have twelve zones. As we get progressively farther and farther the planet of Mygeeto, these zones get more and more fortified with YV forces. The initial zone surrounding Mygeeto, includes two cruiser and two corvette classes flanked by a carrier. You'll notice that the farther and farther we get, more carriers are becoming part of their lineup. The YV here are clearly intent on a fighter supremacy doctrine in the system.” Prosecutor briefs the Starship Girls in the lecture room. A hologram is used for visual purposes, giving you a picture of Mygeeto, along with the surrounding system. Resolute, Redemption, Force of Commerce and Finalizer were listening intently. Meanwhile, Tellstar and Black Hawk were fast asleep, leaning on each other on their bench. Arc Hammer was in the back, obligated to come. “The first combat patrols will sweep into these initial regions, then move outwards farther and farther.”

You add in with, “And the farther out we go, the more expedition space we open up for resources and potential reward.”

“Exactly.” Prosecutor looks at everybody. “Long story short. This is relatively standard. But because of the fighters, we will have to put Black Hawk in overdrive.”

“Huh, what!?” Black Hawk suddenly wakes up, with Tellstar falling over into her lap. “Ah! Tellstar!”

“Ah!” Tellstar holds her nose, leaning up. “I hurt my nose...”

You roll your eyes. “Take this seriously, girls. This could mean the lives of quite few Imperials. We may be one of the few outposts in this system, but that doesn't mean we need to be lazy. Quite the opposite in fact.”

F4 swivels his dome. “Funny coming from you.” You kick him. “Ow.”

“So. What do you want us to do then, Admiral?” asks Resolute. “Are we sortieing then for a combat patrol?”

> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”
> “No. We'll stay here and consolidate our resources.”
> “Yep. Everyone fights. Including you, Arc Hammer.”
> Other

>>890004
> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”
Arc Hammer can stay too, no sense expending unnecessary resources.

>>890004
>> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”
>Emphasize on resource gathering. If a world ship is coming we should stockpile for Finalizer and find some upgrades along the way.

Can we try on my of the neutral zones for our combat patrols?

>>890004

Voting this >>890019

>>890004
>> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”

>>890004
>> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”

>>890004
> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”

> “Yep. Finalizer stays though, we'll save her for the big fights.”

“Finalizer stays though,” you say. “Arc Hammer I guess as well if you want to.”

“Great,” Arc Hammer declares. “First good news today.”

You fold your arms, smiling at all of the girls. “The rest of you, get set for a combat patrol. We have a lot of work to do.” The lights come on in the lecture room, and everyone stands up and exits out.

“Hmph, watch me be number one in kills by the end of the week!” says Force of Commerce. “I'll show all y'all Imperial and Republic gals who the real head honcho is round here!” Prosecutor and Resolute bemusedly glance at each other, walking out behind her. You walk behind everyone and follow them to the Gladiator-class ship, the Dictator. That will be where they'll deploy. Unlike the Arquitens, things will be a bit more comfy for them when they first travel there. No more hanging off the prow of the Arquitens.

Though, you do realize something. And Resolute notices this. “Admiral, you leave Finalizer behind and yet you wish to personally oversee this combat patrol?”

“Why not?” you ask. “Nothing better to do on base. And besides, I love to watch a Starship Girl work.” If any one of them gets hit, it's an amazing sight for sore eyes after all. “Don't you trust me?”

“Actually.” Prosecutor says to you, “Admiral. Perhaps you should stay here and manage the internal affairs until we get back. Like Finalizer, you're an incredibly valuable asset and you'd be wasted on simple skirmishes with the Vong.” Oh. Prosecutor? She smiles, twiddling her fingers shyly. “I mean- that's if... you want to stay.” Okay, there it is.

> “Fine, I'll stay.”
> “Nope. I'm going.”
> Other

>>890227
>> “Fine, I'll stay.”
>Activate the new ship girl while we're gone and order our henchman to check on the planetary defenses on Mygeeto.

>>890227
>> “Fine, I'll stay.”
Feign reluctance.
Just like a certain Commissar.

>>890261
I mean if a World Ship is coming it's best to prepare somekind of defense even if its meager, it shows we're being somewhat productive.

>>890227
Voting this man >>890261
Seriously we need to hatch it. Why everybody keeps ignoring it I don't uderstsand.

>>890227
>> “Fine, I'll stay.”

>>890283
Mostly because we need to stockpile resources for Finalizer. Ensuring our logistics first is important then a shiny new weapon.

With that said while we leave the girls to do the work, now we can improve Mygeeto's defenses and unlock the shiny new weapon.

>>890307
You don't need resources to hatch somebody, You only need it if they go on a combat sortie or hunt for supplies. She would also I believe come perpared for the first? run.

>>890329
I meant we need to prepare resources for Finalizer first.

Hatching seems to be a second priority right now due to the threat. It was simply a matter of getting the resource hunting out of the way first as to ensure we were not distracted when we need to do something important.

> “Fine, I'll stay.”

You fold your arms. “Fine, I'll stay. Come back safe now, alright?” Truth be told, you're very glad Prosecutor is telling you to stay. It's like this, why do things yourself when others can do it for you? Fact is, these Starship Girls have things under control. They might get damaged, one might even get sunk, but in the end you'll still be alive and you'll be raking in the glory. “Take care.”

With that, the girls head out, leaving you with just Finalizer and Arc Hammer. In an hour's time, the Dictator leaves for space.

And that meant leaving you with the rear echelon duties.

First things first. Hatching the new Starship Girl.

-

-

“Initiating.” The Hatching Device glowed brilliantly as your new ship was being hatch from the crystal. Finalizer watches the process happen with awe in her eyes as Arc Hammer oversees things as she usually does. After a few short minutes, the glowing stops. A mist hisses out of the gaps, and the doors open.

In there is a little girl about Black Hawk's size with red hair, freckles on her cheeks, and a tartan pleated miniskirt below her standard Imperial top. She wears a black sash as well. She collapses down, revealing a bristling array of laser cannons on her back, on her wrists, even a pair on top of her head. This is an anti-starfighter corvette. She blinks, opening her blues to look around in awe.

“She's so small,” says Finalizer.

She gasps, taking a deep breath. Then takes another. She feels the door, then slowly helps herself up. “Hello there.” You smile at her. She blinks again, looking at you in surprise. “I'm Admiral-”

“Hi!” She shakes your hand before you even offer it. “My name is Agility! Tartan-class Patrol Cruiser! Agility is the name, destroying starfighters is the game! I'm fast! I'm powerful! WOOOOOO!” She immediately holds out her arms like an old-styled aeroplane, running circles all around the hangar where the Hatching Device has been set up. Arc Hammer stares at her as Agility proceeds to run circles around her. “WOOOOOOOOOO!”

A bundle of energy. Great. Just what you need.

> AGILITY <
> TARTAN-CLASS PATROL CRUISER <

“WOOOOOOO!” Finalizer immediately stops her. “Hey, what's the big idea!?”

“STOP THAT!” yells Finalizer. “You are disturbing the Admiral's peace with your incessant running!”

“Well who are you to stop me! I bet you can't catch me! Not with those giant tits of yours, hehehe!” Finalizer immediately breaks out red in embarrassment, then immediately screams and reaches out for Agility. “Haha! Missed me! Missed me!”

“STOP! MOVING! YOU! LITTLE- AAGH!” Agility immediately speeds away like a rabbit on spice with Finalizer pursuing. They knock over piles of scrap and fairies attempting to go about their day. “COME BAAAAACK!”

Arc Hammer steps towards you. “Well. She'll be useful.”

> “Shut up and get me a report on our defenses.”
> “Do me a favor and stop them would you?”
> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”
> Other

>>890548
>“Another girl to show the ropes to.”
Interesting addition to our force. I'm sure she and Black Hawk will get along splendidly.

>>890548
> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”

>>890548
> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”

>>890548
>> “Do me a favor and stop them would you?”

>>890548
>> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”
>>Ask/Order Politely on the defenses on base and her recommendations on what can be done.

We do need to prepare for the World Ship (and Vadar) so we need to look like we're doing something.

>>890548
Also Adding too my post, Whichever ID i am

>Get report on the defenses of the world.

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>>890548
>> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”

> I bet you can't catch me! Not with those giant tits of yours, hehehe!
I'm liking her already

>>890548
> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”
Didn't realise we were into that kind of thing.

> “Another girl to show the ropes to.”

You manage to stop Agility in her tracks, also stopping Finalizer. Finalizer realizes what you're going to do, then kneels down and bows to you. “Lord Admiral!”

Agility looks up at you. “Whoa! Your uniform's real neat! Who are you again?”

“I'm your Admiral. Let me show you around.” She nods violently, grinning. “First off, this here is Finalizer, she's one of our Star Destroyer classes.” Agility nods, understanding. “Over there is Arc Hammer.” Arc Hammer waves gently at the three of you, going back to work. “Come on.” She nods, walking circles around you as you walk outside. This girl has too much energy for such a little body. “Now, you've got a couple of different buildings. Building over there is our barracks. That'll be where you'll be sleeping and eating. That's my office in that building there, the big one.”

“Whoa!” She points at the gigantic guns next to the base. “What's that!?”

“I...” You have to admit. You didn't notice it coming in. It blended right into the surrounding mountains in fact. But now you have an answer as to your planetary defense. “That is a w-165 planetary turbolaser. One of the most powerful planetary defense weapons available. If the Yuuzhan Vong show up, that's our last line of defense.”

“What's our first line?” asks Agility. “Is it me?”

“It's you.” She squeals, grinning at the prospect of being the first line of defense. “The rest of the girls are out on a combat patrol, so when they get back, introduce yourself but try not to-”

“Whoa! Are those TIE Fighters?” Agility runs past you. “Wow! Look at that! Ooooooh!” She immediately runs off, bothering and chasing down some of the ground crews. They all speed up, trying to get away from her. No dice. “Hey, Mister Stormtrooper, can you see out of that!?” The Stormtroopers brush her off. “I guess you can't! Ooooh! What's that over there?”

Finalizer grits her teeth, her eye twitching a bit. “She is getting on my NERVES!” she screams.

> “Relax. She'll learn.”
> “Agility! Come back! Stop bothering people!”
> “You're just mad because she insulted your breasts.”
> Other

>>890814

> “Relax. She'll learn.”

>>890814
>> “You're just mad because she insulted your breasts.”
Chuuni-bullying protocol: ACTIVE

>>890814
> “Relax. She'll learn.”

>>890814
>Other
Give her something productive to do with her energy, have her scout around the base for anything interesting or help the ground crew with carrying stuff.

>>890814
>> “You're just mad because she insulted your breasts.”

>>890814
>> “You're just mad because she insulted your breasts.”
Bully, you fucks.

>>890814
> “You're just mad because she insulted your breasts. We can make you feel better about them though.”

> “You're just mad because she insulted your breasts.”

“You're just mad because she insulted your breasts.” Finalizer immediately turns away, poking at her fingers, trying to look you in the eye. “Just saying. They're nice breasts, but you know-” Her face goes red hot, overheating if you will. “... am I going too far?”

“N- no... Lord Admiral. You can say whatever you wish about me,” she whispers.

You chuckle. “Relax, Finalizer. I'm teasing you.” She huffs, grumbling a little indistinctly. “Anyway. Go hit up the simulators. Agility!” She stops in her tracks, looking to you. “Agility, please stop bothering the ground crews. If you want to help out, you can help out. Just don't get in their way!”

She salutes. “Alright, Admiral!” She looks at the pair of Stormtroopers, grinning. “So. What are we up to today?” They glance at each other, then one of them points to the ground. “Oooh, guard duty! I can do that!” She immediately starts marching in circles around the Stormtroopers.

… She'll get tired eventually.

With that though, most of your duties are now done. Arc Hammer is probably busy tending to the planetary defenses, Agility now has a job to do to get all of her excess energy out, and Finalizer will be in the simulators. Soooo...

> Head up to your Office and wait for the girls to come back.
> Watch Finalizer in the simulators.
> Visit Arc Hammer in her hangar.
> See to Agility having her own room and everything.
> Other

>>891075
>> See to Agility having her own room and everything.
Make sure nobody takes advantage of the little girl

>>891075
>> Watch Finalizer in the simulators.

>>891075
>> Watch Finalizer in the simulators.

>>891075
> Watch Finalizer in the simulators.

I'm like 90% sure Agility would be upset if she wasn't bunking with somebody anyway.

>>891075
>> Watch Finalizer in the simulators.

>>891075
> See to Agility having her own room and everything.

The Empire will soon understand the power of morale

>>891075
>> Visit Arc Hammer in her hangar.

Maybe she has something to improve the base. She's a factory ship she can help out.

>>891081
>>891107
She's busy helping.

>>891083
>>891093
>>891094
>>891096
Shouldn't we try and improve the Base's defenses?

>>891148
Too be fair, we're still not 100% sure what the fuck Finalizer is IN char. So it'd be a smart idea to get a feel for what she is fully capable of. Plus Arc-Hammer is the most responsibility person on base, with authority to fuck with shit as she sees fit. No reason to Mirco-manage her or her projects.

>>891075
> Head up to your Office and wait for the girls to come back.
This all sounds like a lot of work that we don't have to do.

> Watch Finalizer in the simulators.

-

-

“Ha! Take this!” You watch as Finalizer fights in the Well, one of the more sophisticated holo simulators which can generate environments, enemies, and situations of all kinds at the push of a button. The training specialists devise numerous obstacles for her in the form of asteroids and meteors, then Yuuzhan Vong ships. However, given the sheer amount of guns that she controls, she simply blasts them all to shreds. And to top it off, her starfighter complement is pretty much better than the standard TIE fighter line. Interesting girl, this Finalizer. “And that! The Dark Side shall triumph!”

F4 rolls up to you. “How is she?” you ask.

“Sir. Finalizer is not quite a Super Star Destroyer but she certainly is much more better armed than your average ISD. Perhaps much like a Battlecruiser in fact,” he explains. “Perhaps like a Praetor II or an Allegiance-class. Consumes resources much like one in fact.”

“Is there any situation she can deploy in beyond using her for big battles?” you ask.

“Unfortunately sir, no. It simply isn't practical to deploy her until our logistics chain is set up,” he explains. “She is quite powerful however, sir. So perhaps fast deployments may be necessary in case the girls run into trouble.” You're about to ask, but F4 says, “No, your XO aboard the Dictator reports the girls are not in any trouble. Though, he reports that Prosecutor and Redemption were damaged in a bombing run.” Darn. “Sir, I should also say that your human crew might be worth getting to know in the future.”

“Why?” you ask. “They're expendable, I shouldn't need to get to know them.” Your training techs look over at you, shocked. “... what? It's true.”

“Every day sir, I think you cannot get worse, and yet you prove me wrong.”

You smirk, nudging F4 with your foot. “That's what I love doing, F4. Proving people wrong.”

“Ha!” Finalizer smashes the Star Destroyer-class Yuuzhan Vong ship in half with her armaments. “The power of the Dark Side has made me invincible! No hologram can stand before me! Nothing!”

> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”
> “Good job, Finalizer. We should find a way to reward you.”
> “Don't get cocky, Finalizer.”
> Other

>>891356
>> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”
> “Good job, Finalizer. We should find a way to reward you.”

>>891356
> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”
It if ain't raining, we ain't training.

>>891356
>> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”

>>891356
>> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”
>> “Good job, Finalizer. We should find a way to reward you.”

>>891356
> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”
> “Don't get cocky, Finalizer.”

>>891356
> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”
> “Don't get cocky, Finalizer.”

>>891356
>> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”

>> “Don't get cocky, Finalizer.”

> “Hey, Techs. Turn it up a notch.”

You smirk. “Good work, Finalizer.” She smiles, thumping her chest and bowing to you as she stands in the Well. “Techs. Turn it up a notch. Give her a Coruscant scenario.”

“What?” She blinks her eye, the other still covered by the eyepatch.

The Coruscant scneario in this case is one of the most infamous scenarios presented in the Imperial Academy. Even you had trouble trying to get past it, because the theory behind it is that you're not supposed to pass it. The Coruscant Scenario is a simulation of the Battle of Coruscant near the end of the Clone Wars, one of the largest naval battles in history between the Open Circle Fleet and the Separatist Navy. The scenario entailed getting your training cruiser, a small Arquitens, through the chaos to the Invisible Hand to rescue the Chancellor. It was relatively similar to the ones TIE Pilots go through except much more difficult. Instead of being in maneuverable TIES, you were in a clumsy light cruiser that moves like a boat in a stormy ocean on good days.

For Finalizer, the scenario was the same. Rescue the Chancellor. The Invisible Hand presented itself at the other end of the Well. The Well's many holocubes immediately formed themselves into one long trench, now simulating space and populating it with holographic ships.

“Oh?” Finalizer smirks. “Fine, I can do this, I-” A trio of droid tri-fighters immediately flies into her eye. “AH MY EYE! SON OF A-” She catches herself. “I mean-... CURSES!” She sweeps her arm, deploying her own cadre of fighters. “Go my fighters and rescue the-” They're immediately pounced upon by thousands of droid starfighters. Not even quality or skill of the fairy pilots can save them as they popped and left to float. “... oh.”

And as the cherry on top, a whole fleet of Lucrehulks, Munificents, Providence carrer/destroyers, and Recusant destroyers. All of which bare down on Finalizer. She stands there, frightened, out of her element.

You lean on the desk. “This is just a lesson to you, Finalizer. Try not to get cocky.”

Finalizer looks to you, then steals herself. “I can do this! The Dark Side demands it of me! AAAAHHH!” She charges in. And you watch her immediately get shredded. You, your techs, and F4 watch on as her clothes are blasted apart bit by bit while she tries desperately to fight off the holographic targets. “AAH! TAKE THIS- AND THAT! AAGH! AAAAH!”

You smile, folding your arms. “F4, there is no greater gift to this Galaxy than the Starship Girls.” Finalizer holds her arm over her chest, barely held up by strips of cloth now as she embarrassedly tries to keep herself decent. “Let's hope the girls come back soon, yeah?”

F4 swivels his head around. “Yes, sir.”

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>>891534
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Who's the lewdest KuatColle

>>891545
Lewdest on purpose: Redemption

Lewdest by accident: Finalizer

>>891545
Thanks for running Schteel.

>>891545
Redemption and Resolute.

Finalizer too.

>>891545
Thanks for the fun, boss

Admiral is lewdest

A shigirl quest where the Admiral is an unashamed lecherous asshole, I like it.

>>891545
Finalizer for Dem Bewbz
Resolute for TsunBewbz

>>892461
>asshole
There has been asshole choice every time a vote's come up, and anon's have consistently gone for the nice option. An asshole we don't wanna be, even if the MC keeps being a self-serving prick.

So, are there any classes of ship people are particularly fond of/ are hoping show up?

Personally, I'm quite fond of the Procursator, and the Assertor (I can only hope that, if we're ever in a position to get our own dreadnought, we go for one of those instead of an Executor).

>>893252
I'm personally hoping for a CIS Droid Control Ship or refitted to be a battleship.

>>893274
A Lucrehulk as our primary carrier would be fun. Also, obnoxious in the amount of starfighters it'd have.

Prosecutor and Redemption are sitting down in their pens in the Repair Dock. They wash their arms of bruises and scratches sustained in the battle, with Redemption amiably talking with Prosecutor. “You have such smooth skin, Prosecutor. How do you do it?”

Prosecutor shyly blushes, slowly dipping her chin into the water. “Oh, well... Mandalorian exercise routines demand keeping a woman's skin soft yet tough. So... I just do my daily morning exercises, sweat it off, then hit the showers. Keeps me fresh.”

“Hm, I ought to join you one day then. It gets boring sitting around in medbay,” Redemption says as she arches back, stretching her arms upwards. “Nnngh... my body is so tense lately. I could use a bit of relief anyway. I'm just glad the Admiral appears to want to spoil us, give us some reprieve.”

“Yeah. The Admiral is quite the character, isn't he?” asks Prosecutor.

“Admiral.” F4 rolls up to you. “What are you doing?”

“Watching security footage, why?”

You kick your feet up, watching the Prosecutor and Redemption Starship Girls bath and wash up in the Repair Docks, fixing their damage from the recent battle. F4 however turns it off. “Hey!”

“Sir. There are bigger issues at hand right now,” says F4.

“Like what?” you ask. What could be more important than making sure nobody breaks into the Repair Docks?

“Like going over logistics with Arc Hammer?” says F4. “Or perhaps debriefing Finalizer on her performance in the simulators.”

You roll your eyes. “I'm not gonna micromanage Arc Hammer. And besides, Finalizer does fine in the simulators.” Of course, you only watch her in the simulators just to see her get her clothes ripped off without the guilt of battle. Thank goodness for holographic technology.

“I won't argue then. You appear to have everything under control,” he says flatly. You gently slap him on the dome. “Ow.”

> Go see Finalizer. Maybe she does need some advice or something.
> Figure out what's up with Arc Hammer, make sure things are A-OK.
> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?
> Other

>>893285
>> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?
make sure our little bundle of energy didn't get in trouble.

>>893285
>> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?

>>893284
Oh ya, If we can refit it as well that bad girl will hold up to quite alot and the swarm of fighters/bombers she could put out.

>>893285
> Go see Finalizer. Maybe she does need some advice or something.

>>893296
I bet she's stuck in a box or something.

>>893285
>> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?
Odds are up to chaos.

>>893285
>> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?

>>893285
>> Figure out what's up with Arc Hammer, make sure things are A-OK.


We need to hash out the logistics guys.

> Go see Finalizer. Maybe she does need some advice or something.

>>893285
> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?

> Now that you think about it, you haven't heard from Agility. Where is she?

-

-

You find Agility still shadowing those two Stormtroopers from earlier, as night falls on Mygeeto. “Zooooooooom!” Agility runs circles around them happily, her arms out like an aeroplane. Has... she been running for six hours? “Wooooooooo! I'm running circles around you bucketheads! Hahahaha! Wooooooooo!”

You walk up to the Stormtroopers, and they quickly salute you. “Sir.”

“How is she?” you ask.

“Boundless energy,” says one of them.

“Yes, sir. She's been doing nothing but running for the past six or seven hours or so, sir.” That is just extreme. But at least she hasn't done anything stupid. “Can you please get rid of her, sir?”

“Agility.” She stops in her tracks, looking at you. “Time to go. It's almost time for dinner.”

“Dinner!” She gasps in surprise. “Oh goody, sweet! Dinner, dinner!” She immediately starts running circles around you now as you walk. “What are we having dinner? Are we having Shaak steak, or maybe some ice cream, oooh I love ice cream! Can we have ice cream for dessert!? Oooh, maybe we can have haggis for dinner! I can cook haggis! What are we having dinner?”

“I said it's almost time for dinner, not that we'd have dinner, Agility.” She nods, still jogging around you. “And you could match my pace? It's not polite to run circles around people.”

“I can't match pace very well, I'm sorry, Admiral!”

> Forget it, take her to dinner.
> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”
> Pick her up and carry her to her bunks until dinner time.
> Other

>>893470
> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”

>>893470
> Pick her up and carry her to her bunks until dinner time.

SHOULDER LOLI, DEPLOY.

>>893470
>> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”

>>893470
> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”

>>893470
> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”

>>893470
>> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.

>>892587
> MC keeps being a self-serving prick
That's what I meant.

> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”
We really need a more productive outlet for all that energy.

>>893470
>> Pick her up and carry her to her bunks until dinner time.

>>893487
Picking her up will force her to stop moving. I fear doing that will cause her to vibrate vigorously enough to liquefy our arms.

>>893470
> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”

>>893645
I fear not for our arms, its a fair price to pay.

> “I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do.”

“I'm going to take you to the sims, see what you can do,” you explain.

She grins. “Oooh! The sims! I can do that! I can show you what I got! I can destroy everything! Pow, pow, pow! Ratatatata! Dakka dakka dakka!” She makes finger guns with her hands, miming out shooting down loads of starfighters. “Neeeeer-” You pat her on the head, stopping her.

“Please stop that.”

“Okay.”

-

-

You, Resolute, Finalizer, and Black Hawk watch your newest recruit in the simulators. Black Hawk presses her face against the glass, staring at her as she readies herself. Agility stretches, flexing her back full of laser cannons. The laser cannons on her head even begin spinning around, ready to track targets. She punches her hands together, grinning. “Bring it!” she yells.

“Hmph.” Black Hawk puffs her cheeks out. “She's not that good, I'll bet you that.”

You nod to the Training Tech, who deploys a scenario suited for her.

In this case, a carrier deploying twenty squadrons of Yuuzhan Vong fighters. They scream at her, coming in a mass of bees. Agility immediately flies into their midst, then fires off a veritable wall of lasers. The fighters immediately begin disintegrating before they can come within reasonable range to fire. “She's good,” says Resolute.

“She's not THAT good...” Black Hawk watches jealously.

“She'll make an excellent escort corvette, sir,” says F4 as he rolls past. Yes, yes, she will.

Resolute nods. “He's right. Eventually we'll need to start deploying the Star Destroyers with escorts like Agility.”

In just a few minutes, the fighters are completely destroyed. The carrier turns around to retreat, and while Agility tries to pursue and destroy, her laser cannons obviously are not suited for the task of destroying a vessel a couple times her strength. No worries, you got her number now. “Very good, Agility.”

“Hmph!” Black Hawk folds her arms. “I bet you I can do better!”

Agility immediately flies up to the window. “Ooooh! Does someone want to start something!?”

> “No competitions. You're all teammates.”
> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”
> Other

>>893686
> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert, WITHOUT hurting the other.”

>>893686
> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”

>>893686
>> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”

>>893686
> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”
Potentially divisive competition is the Imperial way. Also 100% read "Flies up to the window" as "Flies into the window".

>>893686
>> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”
>>893699
This.

No Sabotage

>>893686
this>>893699

>>893686
>> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”

>>893686
> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”

>>893686
> Other
Actually, I wonder about her ability to keep station. Have her do some fleet maneuvering drills with Resolute, Finalizer and Black Hawk. Also, what sort of ECM fit does she have.

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>>893686
> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”

>>893817
>>893918

That's... actually a better idea. Switching my vote to this.

> “First to get 100 kills in the sims tonight gets a nice ice cream dessert.”

You, Finalizer, and Resolute now watch as Black Hawk and Agility line up. Black Hawk stands rather like... well Resolute for a given term. Stiff, proper, and utterly stonefaced. Agility meanwhile hops up and down, punching the air, grinning. “Hehe, here we go, here we go!”

“Alright, here it comes,” you announce. A squadron of carriers come in. They deploy a huge swarm of fighters and bombers, almost filling their vision in one big mass. “Remember, first to 100 kills gets ice cream for dessert tonight, girls.” They nod.

“Here I go!” Black Hawk zooms in, start to work intensely. She stops in a center point amongst the fighters then starts blasting away at them, piece by piece. She racks up her kill count slowly but surely. Already twenty.

Agility meanwhile...

“YOU'LL NEVER BEAT ME, BLACK HAWK!” yells Agility. “NOT WHEN I SHIFT INTO MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!” Agility screams, her shields suddenly dissapating and her guns starting to glow red hot. What the hell? Suddenly, her careful accurate bursts turn into wild monstrous full-auto blasts at the fighters. Explosions happen all around the simulation chamber, even Black Hawk has to take cover, taking stray shots from Black Hawk.

“Ow! What are you doing you little-” Black Hawk takes a shot directly to the forehad. “Ow!”

“Hahahaha! Take this, and that! And that!” Agility spins around, spraying her load of lasers all over the place.

Finalizer looks on in awe. “She's so powerful!”

Agility laughs maniacally, zooming around the place. When suddenly a bomber fires a proton torpedo. “Hahaha- uh oh.” The torpedo blasts her into a wall. “AAAH!” The explosion from her impact masks her, then she falls over, critically damaged.

At least that's not real damage.

And with that, Agility is out of it with 79 kills. Black Hawk takes her time, and does things rather properly, and wins handily with 100 kills.

You walk up to them, with Finalizer and Resolute behind you. Black Hawk pats her hands, grinning, clapping for herself even. “Hm, hm, never underestimate the Lancer-class!” She smiles at you. “So, for dessert, I want an entire bowl of ice cream! Not one of those little ones, I'm talking the bowls you use to serve Wookiee foods!” You nod, of course, of course.

Agility rises up, holding her clothes together, muttering. “Hmph. I would've won if that bomber hadn't gotten me.”

> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”
> “Remember. Only the ones who get the top kills gets dessert.”
> Other

>>893986
>> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

>>893986
>> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

>>893986
>> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

>>893986

> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

>>893986
>> “Remember. Only the ones who get the top kills gets dessert.”

>>893986
>and you shouldn've been careful where you were aiming, some of those shots hit Black Hawk.

>
> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

I appreciate her moxy but she needs to be aware there is such as thing as friendly fire and needs to avoid that.

>>893986
> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

>>893986
> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

>>893986
>“Hmph. I would've won if that bomber hadn't gotten me.”
>Other

"But it did, and that's why you don't sacrifice your shields and overload your weapons for shits and giggles. There's a time and place for moves like that... desperate times and hard places."

>>893986
> “Remember. Only the ones who get the top kills gets dessert.”
Only the strongest have a place in the empire.

> “Maybe you two ought to start working together. Then you both can get ice cream after dinner.”

“Agility, you got a lot to learn before you can start boasting,” you declare. “There's a thing called friendly fire. And that overdrive of yours is nice, but there's a time and place to sacrifice shields for weapons, and that's desperate times. But listen. Black Hawk, Agility.” They look at you, now attentive. “The two of you can work together. You ought to start working together. Then maybe you both can get some ice cream after dinner, alright?”

They glance at each other, then nod slowly. “Alright.”

“But I still get ice cream, right?” asks Black Hawk.

-

-

The answer is yes. Black Hawk drums her fingers on the table eagerly, awaiting her desert, having already blown through her dinner before everyone else. Agility as well had completely eaten her dinner and almost eaten through her plate before you stopped her. Everyone else barely gets started on eating. “Today's combat patrol was a success I think. We brought home some resources, enough to put Finalizer into play for one battle,” says Redemption.

Finalizer glares at Redemption. “Are you trying to start something with the Scion of the Dark side!?”

“It's just facts,” says Redemption. “We did waste some on repairing us however.”

Resolute folds her arms. “Regardless. Prosecutor and Redemption fought well even if they were damaged, as did Tellstar.” Tellstar grins, food all over her face as she tries to eat like her big sister Resolute.

“Well, if you think you're going to be rewarded for a simple combat patrol, you're dead wrong.” You smirk. “I may spoil you girls but I'm not going to bend over and give you participation awards for everything you do. This is the Empire, we reward merit!” You thump your chest. Your merit lies in your ability to cheat and deceive. And so far, it's worked. Nobody even suspects that you're not quite the best Admiral, except maybe Resolute.

F4 rolls into play. “Sir. A stormfront is about to roll for the night. I would suggest you turn in.”

Ah, gonna have to cut dinner short. “Alright, girls. Good night. I'm going to have to turn in.” They all look at you as you grab your plate. “Agility, sorry. You're going to have to introduce yourself by-”

“Hi, my name's Agility!” She's already introduced herself to half the table before you even said that. “It's nice to meet! I'm the fastest, bestest, corvette around! If you ever need an escort, I'm here!” She shakes Resolute's hand, grinning.

“Charmed,” says Resolute.

Force of Commerce huffs. “Must I be so alone in this Fleet?” she mutters.

[1/2]

>>894230
[2/2]

-

-

You've changed into simple comfortable pajamas. You never did believe in luxuries like fancy pajamas. Who's going to appreciate them after all? Prostitutes? You'll never have your clothes on long enough for them to appreciate it. Alas, the simple standard issue sleep wear is all you need for now. F4 rolls up to you, a glass of blue milk in hand. “Thanks, F4.” You take it, taking a sip of it. Out in the background you can hear the thunder rolling outside.

The bedroom issued to you was quite luxurious at least. Adjustable lighting, wallpaper instead of metal prefabrication, carpets, even the bed itself was quite comfy despite being just a simple cot with a soft mattress. This was truly an Officer's ward. “Want me to tuck you in and tell you a bedtime story as well, sir?” he asks.

“Sure thing, it'll be more than my Dad ever did,” you spit back. You hear a knock at the door. Hm?

You open the door, and see Tellstar in her white pajamas, with a big Open Circle Fleet logo on the hip and on the back. She carries her pillow and her toothbrush. “... hi, Admiral.”

“Tellstar, it's lights out, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Um. I couldn't sleep. Th- the storm outside scared me,” she whispers. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

> “I'm not your Dad. Get out of here.”
> “Bunk with another shipgirl, please.”
> “Fine. But you're sleeping on the floor.”
> Other

>>894237
>Sleep on the floor bitterly, Tell her its for only 1 night.

>>894237
>Fine, Bring your own blanket and pillow.

>>894237
This>>894252

>>894237
Supporting>>894252

>>894237
> “Bunk with another shipgirl, please.”
Knowing Tellstar she'd probably roll over in her sleep and set off a rube goldberg machine of destruction through our quarters.

>>894237
This sounds good >>894252

>>894237
>>894248
I'll support this as well.

>>894237
>>894252
And my axe!

>>894237
> “Bunk with another shipgirl, please.”

> Other

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Alright. Alright, Tellstar. But bring your own blanket here.” She nods, quickly running off to get her blanket. “Great, just what I need.”

F4 swivels his dome to you. “Sir, I thought you would love to have a Starship Girl bunk with you.”

“I would- it's just- would you shut up!” you yell. “Look. Just mark off a spot for her on the floor to sleep on?”

“You want her to sleep on the floor?” he asks. “She's just a child and you have the world's largest bed in here, sir.”

“I'm not going to let a child sleep on the same bed as me!” you say. “Think about what that'd look like!”

“You'd look like a caring father, sir.”

“I don't wanna be a caring father! I- you- would you-”

“I'm back!” Tellstar has brought her blanket, but as she comes around the corner, she slams her face into the doorframe. “Ow! Aaguguh...” She rubs her face painfully.

“Tellstar!” Black Hawk immediately hugs her from behind. “Oooh, you poor thing. You should watch you're going!” Wait. What. She and Black Hawk step in, while Agility immediately runs inside happily, zooming around in her own pajamas. Black Hawk meanwhile wears a black set of pajamas to contrast against Tellstar's white and Agility's grey pants and white tank top.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Tellstar.” Tellstar looks at you while Black Hawk nurses the wound gently. “You don't get to bring friends. I told you to just bring a blanket.”

“I know, I know... but they were scared too and I felt sorry for them,” says Tellstar.

“Sorry does not-” You look to the door to see Prosecutor, Resolute, Redemption, Force of Commerce, and Arc Hammer looking inside curiously.

“Woooo! We're going to sleep with the Admiral!” shouts Agility as she jumps onto the bed with a loud pomf noise. “Haha! What are we going to do on the bed, Admiral!?”

…

Resolute pulls out a communicator. “Hello. Is this the Military police?”

> “Okay. Fine. You all can stay.”
> “Would you all get out!?”
> “Oi, little girls only, get out.”
> Other

>>894393
>Leave the room and go sleep on the couch.

>>894393
>Other
>R4, has volunteered to read us a bedtime story.

>>894393
>This is ridiculous. Tell them to drag their mattresses together if they need to sleep with someone so badly.

>>894393
This>>894435

>>894393
Voting this >>894432 and >>894435

>>894393
>>894435
This is a great idea.

>>894393
>>894432
>>894435
Adding the mattesses party to my vote.

>Ignore Resolute, at this point nothing we can say or do to her will change her mind.

>>894393

By the power of the Force THIS! >>894432

>>894435
>>This is ridiculous. Tell them to drag their mattresses together if they need to sleep with someone so badly.

> Other

“Everyone, just stop!” you yell. Everyone freezes. Except for Agility who continues jumping up and down on your bed. “... okay. Look. Listen. This is ridiculous. If you want to sleep together so badly. Just come and drag your mattresses in here. Because I am not sleeping on the floor for the lot of you. Little girls!” You point to F4. “F4 here has volunteered to read us a bedtime story.”

“What?” F4 turns his dome to you, then to the now excited three little corvette girls. Even Force of Commerce looks engrossed. “Uh. Sir, I was not programmed with any bedtime stories.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn't offer, F4,” you say simply.

“Tell us a story!” Agility pats his hull. “Come on, come on! Do it! Do it now!”

“Fine, fine.” F4 slowly rolls over to a corner as you rub your head. Arc Hammer has already laid out a mattress for everyone to sleep on. Oh great. This is going to be an excellent night's sleep. Though, you do wonder where Finalizer is. “This is the story of uh... a little boy. And a little girl. Who go and uh...” The very fact that a droid can and does say “uh” is hilarious to you. “They go to a store.” You sigh. Okay, enough cringing. You bring your holopad and access the holonet for public domain storybooks. You quickly upload something for him. “Oooh! Better story! Let me tell you a story about Skippy the Jedi Droid!”

“Droids can be Jedi?” asks Tellstar.

“Of course they can! Everything that lives can be a Jedi!” says F4. “Now, Skippy was a young little droid during the Clone Wars...”

You sigh, sitting down on your bed. “Are you girls seriously going to stay here?” you ask.

“I wouldn't want you taking advantage of the young ones,” says Resolute. She takes a sip of blue milk. And you do note her amazingly see through silk grey night gown with red trimmings along the hip. Very little left to the imagination it seems.

“If you want, I can share the bed with you, Admiral,” says Redemption as she slowly runs her finger along the mattress, lying down upon it. Her night shirt is a green and tan camo pattern for whatever reason. She smirks, quirking her brow at you.

Force of Commerce looks back. “I get my own mattress, just so you all know!” she says. She tugs on her long night shirt, a blue one.

“We know, we know.” Arc Hammer simply curls up in her blankets, no pajamas visible. “Guess it's an improvised sleep over.”

Prosecutor says, “Admiral. Do you need any milk or anything before you go to bed?” You shake your head, waving her off. Prosecutor's pajamas are a simple grey shirt reaching down to her thighs, with the Republic logo on the chest.

“Anyway, listen. This is the last time I-...”

[1/2]

>>894665
[2/2]

“Admiral?” Finalizer pokes her head in. “Why did everyone leave me alone?” She steps inside the room, holding a blanket over herself. She wears a very thin black night gown, showing off her impressive curves and her amazing rack. Even Resolute and Redemption look amazed. She shivers a bit, looking a bit scared. She folds her arms beneath her chest, looking to you. “A-... are you having a sleepover without me?”

“... I protest sleeping alone, you girls are welcome here anytime!” you say simply. Worth it. Completely WORTH IT.

Suddenly, the lights go out. Tellstar screams, yelping and immediately smacking her head against the column of your bed. “Ow!” Redemption immediately hurries over, hugging her. “Oaaguhu...”

F4 says, “Lightning must have knocked the power loose. Maintenance technicians have been dispatched, sir.”

“Great. Great.” You rub your head. “F4. Why don't you switch to scary stories then?”

“Sure. This is a story about a particular Admiral-”

> “I'm going to get some water.”
> “Welp, let's take advantage of the darkness and go to bed.”
> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”
> Other

>>894676
>> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

>>894676
> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

>>894676
> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

>>894676
>> “I'm going to get some water.”

>>894676
> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

>>894676
>> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

>>894676
>> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

>>894685
>>894698
>>894702
>>894704
>>894711
>>894723

If a warship wets the bed, I blame all of you and you can clean it up.

>>894743
Silly anon, that is what R4 is for.

>>894743
I vote to delegate that task to F4.

>>894743
It'd be a great story to share with Vader as we speak of the troubles of wrangling shipgirls.

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>>894799
>tfw we become Vader's surrogate son through shipgirl-related shenanigans

>>894835
I feel becoming his son is like walking on eggshells.

> “F4. Scary story. Serious time.”

You point to him. “F4. Serious. Let's go.”

He tilts forward, nodding. “Yes, sir. Girls. This is a scary story. This is a story about the EV-series supervisor droid.” Oh great. The EV story again. What is it with F4 and his intense fear of EV-series droids? “The MerenData EV-series supervisor was designed to be the ultimate taskmaster for automated labor pools. It could manage workforces in the hundreds and boost the efficiency of droids by 120%.” The corvettes hug their pillows, anxious. “They had bronze bodies, almost resembling that of an emaciated human, and with a long head with glowing eyes. And hands that ended in little pincers. But normally you would ignore these little foibles. As long as it got the job done. Well, let me tell you, the EV-series got the job done.”

Resolute scoots close to you. “What is it with your droid and this story? He seems frightened.”

“You tell me, I just work here,” you say.

“The EV-series was cruel. Inhumane. Evil.” Tellstar bites her lip, whimpering a bit. “Stories poured in about EV-series droids setting oil baths alight with droids still in them. Other stories about how an EV droid fused the feet of his droid workforce to the floor with them conscious of every weld made. One EV droid installed enhanced and very sensitive pain receptors to a droid purely to watch him yell out in pain every time he touched or walked a single step. I myself worked briefly under an EV series droid.”

“W-... what did he do?” asks Force of Commerce.

“Unspeakable things. Horrific things,” says F4. “Thankfully of course. The EV-series was recalled.” The corvettes all sigh in relief. “Only a few hundred were reclaimed however.” That gets their hair standing up again. “Now. There thousands of EV series droids roaming the galaxy, out of work, out of pocket, out of homes. So now they have freedom to do what they wish most in life. To harm, to be cruel. Some stalk targets for torture for days from a distance. They select based on particular traits. Size for instance, small ones always scream the loudest.” Agility and Black Hawk hug each other. “Little girls especially.” Tellstar hides beneath her blanket, whimpering. “Who knows. There could be an EV in here right now.”

“STOP IT!” yells Tellstar. “NO MORE! AAAHHH!” The corvettes stop screaming.

“THAT'S ENOUGH!” Prosecutor whimpers loudly, apparently also frightened by the story, but brave enough to shield the girls with her body. “GET OUT, DROID! NO MORE SCARY STORIES! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN EV DROID! AAAAAHHH!” she cries. You rub your head, ugh.

“Welp. Later, good night.” F4 nonchalantly drives himself out.

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>>894953
[2/2]

You stare up at the ceiling. As much as you want to sleep. You can't. Damn it. The power was restored in good time and you all decided that it was time for sleep. You turn around to see everyone asleep on the mattress on the floor. The corvettes were all clutching a soundly sleeping Prosecutor tightly. Even Force of Commerce was finding herself close to Prosecutor. Finalizer groans, clutching her blankets as well, squeezed between Arc Hammer and Redemption.

You turn your eyes to Resolute. And you notice her eyes are open. “Resolute,” you whisper. “You still awake?”

“Yes,” she says.

You scoot up, looking down on her. “Can't sleep?” you whisper. She shakes her head.

“Nightmare,” she says. Hmph. You didn't think Starship girls dreamt.

> “Welp. Good night then.”
> “Tell me about it.”
> “Wow. You having a nightmare? Ha.”
> Other

>>894960
>> “Tell me about it.”

>>894960
> “Tell me about it.”

Prepare Admiral-level headpats.

>>894960
>> “Tell me about it.”

>>894960
> “Tell me about it.”

>>894943
It's a hands-off experience.

>>894960
>> “Tell me about it.”

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>>894978
That's a pretty good one.

>>894960
> “Tell me about it.”

>>894990
Careful, we might come under fire.

>>894960
> “Wow. You having a nightmare? Ha.”
Season to taste with a "Wait, really?"

> “Tell me about it.”

“Tell me about it.”

She sighs, glaring at you. “Why do you care?” she whispers.

You shrug. “You're assuming I care? I'm just curious.” She rolls her eyes.

“It's...” She rolls over onto her front, sighing deeply. “It comes and goes. There's space. Space around a barren planet of lava and obsidian. It's during the Clone Wars. I'm part of a fleet with other ships as well. I see one of my escorts be blown up by CIS frigates. Then suddenly I see Tri-droids, vicious little things, repugnant.” She squints a bit, staring ahead. “I see them blind me, shatter my defenses, hit me everywhere where I can't respond. I can feel heat rising up in me, searing inside of me. Then I wake up.” She wipes some sweat from her arm, obviously not enjoying recalling it.

“You get that nightmare a lot?” you ask.

She huffs. “It comes and goes, I just said that. I don't know if any of the girls experience dreams like those. Dreams of battles that one can barely remember, ones that maybe would be rather forgotten. Do you ever have nightmares like that, Admiral?”

“Of course not, nightmares are for children.” She glares intensely at you. “What. They are.”

“You have the tact of a geonosian.” You smirk at her.

“Just saying. Maybe you should grow up a little, harden up. Nightmares you can push through,” you say. She rolls her eyes at that. “Look. Do I get nightmares? As a kid, yeah, I did. But I didn't have the benefit of having somebody who cared enough to listen to me about it. You should consider yourself lucky I even ask, Resolute.”

“Nngh... go back to sleep.” Force of Commerce whines.

“She's right. Just go back to sleep, alright?” you ask. You turn back around in your bed, hoping for a good night's rest.

“Wait.” You turn your head back to see Resolute, still glaring at you. But at the same time, you can see what appears to be... weakness? A slight vulnerability to her. “... can I bunk in your bed with you?” What. “It'd just be nice to sleep next to someone who doesn't let nightmares affect them as all.”

> “Nuts to that. Go back to sleep.”
> “You got the girls. They're brave enough.”
> “Fine. Get on.”
> Other

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>>895168

>>895168
>> “Fine. Get on.”

>>895168
> “Fine. Get on.”

>>895168
>> “Fine. Get on.”

>>895168
>Fine get on.

God damn it. I can't wifu adorable

>>895168
>> “Fine. Get on.”

>>895168
>Grab a pillow and a blanket. I tend to hog my sheets in my sleep.

I have a bad feeling about this situation

>>895206
I don't sense anything.

>>895168
I support this>>895202

Best combination of bed sharing and deniability.

>>895206
>>895210

We should get the HIGH GROUND, or try SPINNING.

>>895168
> “Fine. Get on.”
My only weakness, Venators!

>>895210
I'm just getting this gut feeling that this could go wrong in a variety of ways
It just feels like it

Wait, supporting >>895202
At least trying something might help

>>895168
>> “Fine. Get on

> “Fine. Get on.”

“Fine. Get on. Just be careful, I tend to hog the sheets you know. Cuz this is my bed and everything?” Resolute grumbles a bit when you say that as she climbs up. For a few brief seconds her tits flash right across your vision. And that is what makes all the difference. She settles down next to you, dragging her own blanket up, and her own pillow as well. And pretty sure, soon, she's lying down next to you covered up and separated by her blanket. “Right. You comfortable? Need some blue milk? Maybe a kiss good night?”

“I'll give you a Mandalorian kiss if you don't shut up,” she says.

You roll your eyes. “Good night, Resolute.” Another time. You're getting there. You do have to say, what makes you so special? She could've been comfortable sleeping down there with her girls. Does she honestly need the mattress that you sleep on so badly?

Good grief.

Still, you shut your eyes. All you can feel now is her back pressing against yours through the blankets. Maybe if you're lucky she'll sleepily grab onto you or something. That'll be nice, that'll be real nice.

All in all, not a bad day you suppose. Heck, if Vader could see you now, maybe he'd even give you a reward for being so kind and gentle to your Starship Girls! Maybe he'd even grant you one of his SSD girls, or just an SSD period. That would be the day.

But for now, you have to get used to working with what you have. The Yuuzhan Vong are out there.

And you are going to beat them.

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>>895440
That's it for this week's KuatColle. Hope you all enjoyed. Tomorrow should be another chapter of LGA2.

For the month of December, I'm considering taking a break sometime in between or just taking December off entirely to rest myself. We'll see.

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See you next time.

Discuss lewd KuatColles.

>>895449
Thanks for the thread.

Why is Redemption so lewd, Is it intentional?

>>895453
Redemption is the kind of nurse who'll do anything for her patients, especially ones with two broken hands.

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>>895457
Oh my...

Also, could we maybe get some stand-in images of characters to represent what the shipgirls look like?

>>895469
I'll draw what I can tonight. Stand by.

>>895457
Is it a 'regular' occurrence? o perhaps does more then a 'hands-on' approach.

>>895479
Please, anon. Redemption is simply a nurse doing her duty to make people feel happy.

>>895488
We should try to make her happy for a change.

>>895488
How many happy Imperials did she 'care' for or rather how many of them had broken hands?

Do any of the other ships have such service.

>>895497
>>895510
Y'all anons are too lewd. Redemption is not that lewd but she is lewd.

>>895516
What is wrong with making her happy for a change? I mean I'm sure she loves being a bit spoiled by the admiral now.

Though you never did answered how many imperials came in with broken hands when she was in charge?

>>895516
Are there any other time and universe-displaced shipgrills besides Finalizer?

>>895526
Lots of them came in.

All of them went out with healed hands and very blue balls.

>>895539
The Empire has pressed into service a very sardonic and mopey Bulk Cruiser KuatColle by the name of Eravana. Nobody is particular sure of her model, but what she's good at is transporting materials.

Is there a thing as frieghters appearing as Kuatcolle? or are they like fairies?

>>895549
The Bacta/Kolto must have very strange side effects if its causing that.

>>895568
Freighters are a gray issue in that many of them are unique and likely would receive their own KuatColles, but are too small to really be considered KuatColles.

I had considered Suncrusher to cameo as an incredibly chuuni girl that nobody has to heart to really deny her her fantasies of being an uber-invincible solar system destroying fighter sized ship though.

We'll have to see later.