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    Post The Specialized Treatment Division - A Kancolle Fanfic

    Life happens and in this particular case it's that kind that jumps up in front of your face. What's it doing in your face? Well, to wallop you with a one-two, left-then-right, jab+uppercut combo.

    TLDR, I've been bombarded by lots of stuff and I lost time to work on the other Fic I've been writing.

    And I feel like it's not the most fun I can offer and people might've been confused as to why some of the characters (the fleetgirls) are acting strange or are contrary to what they'd expect... I wish to clear that one.

    Hopefully, this would be a better read and ease people a bit about the concepts I want to share.

    Prologue: A new assignment

    "This might be the largest gathering of naval officers in the last few years. Is it some sort of **gy? Shame on you commander, your wife's preggo."

    I stood in front of the Yokosuka Naval District's gates. My mouth was left ajar from that ridiculous remark coming from the little runt I was tagging along for the meeting. Like a father to his daughter, I lowered myself for us to see eye to eye.

    "So far you're my biggest failure. I wonder how your personality developed from bad to worse under my guidance..."

    There was something annoying about that smile of hers as I scolded her. Most Hatsushimos I've encountered in my work filling in for other naval base commanders were polite. They're genuinely innocent, well-mannered, and care a whole lot about other people. They're good girls, is what I'm saying. Though, don't get the wrong idea. This girl here is definitely rocking the last part one among those things I mentioned. I can't stress enough how good she is in battle that she can solo sortie with ease and therefore reducing casualties.

    "I really wonder. Might be because of all the incessant NTR-ing of other people's fleetgirls?"

    After dropping such baseless slander on me, she rushed inside. Apparently she saw a glimpse of her original commander. Indeed, they were not far away from us. I had to gripe about her comment though as I've only actually had relationships with a single fleetgirl before.

    "You don't consider it like that if she never loved anyone else you little shrimp. To begin with, it was her commanding officer's idea."

    I followed soon to greet this really good friend of mine. Weird as it may sound, he's perhaps the most famous admiral among the participants of this meeting. You wouldn't mistake him for anyone else too... Pardon, I actually meant to say... You couldn't mistake him for anyone else. How many people with T-shaped heads are you acquainted with to begin with?

    As I approached them, the T-headed commanding officer of the Kure Naval District waved at me. My companion went ahead to converse with one of her old companions to leave both of us to our own devices.

    "Dave Preacher, old pal! I hope my little guardian of fleets hasn't been giving you trouble!"


    Yes, that loud voice was also characteristic of him. If someone were to write down his memoirs, I'm pretty sure all sentences end with exclamation marks. I laughed the remark, then dropped a grim whisper.

    "No progress. In fact... I think she's gotten worse. I mean look at her."


    I turned my head towards her and my friend's secretary ship. The other fleetgirl's your typical run of the mill Akatsuki who's always insisting on her being an elegant lady. Of which, without a shadow of a doubt is absolute bollocks. The anomalous, dirty-joke spewing Hatsushimo, Hatsushimoneta from here on out, has been bugging her with that all too familiar gesture... The finger entering back and forth a circle and that poor Akatsuki can't even look straight at it.

    "Where'd she learn that?"

    Exasperated, I flung my hands into the air as my friend asked his question.

    "Hell if I know... Do you mind if I hit her?"

    "Sure thing! You might miss though, she's a destroyer! A remodeled one at that!"


    With confirmation, I walked just behind her and managed to score one hit to the noggin.

    "She doesn't have any radars to detect me at the moment."


    After quite a bit of talking, I finally managed to strike a deal to calm her down. Although, I think it was too much of an expense just for this one time. I'd have to worry about it later, but for now the issue at hand needs to be dealt with.

    A klaxon alarm sounded off to get the attention of all the delegates and the base's secretary announced that the meeting was about to commence. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder as my friend and her companion left for the council room.

    "Take care my friend! This might be the most severe case you'd have to deal with so far!"

    I placed my hand on his shoulder and assured him.

    "How hard could it be? I've been doing this job for quite some time now, nothing would be worse than this little shrimp over here."

    I couldn't see any sort of facial emotion from a gigantic letter T... but somehow, I feel that he's indeed worried to no end.

    "Just try to pay attention to the meeting. If luck would have it, we could prevent this assignment from falling into your hands."

    Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. Man, this really sounds like I'm off towards execution. I'm just substituting for some other commanding officer, that's how it's been so far.

    My wandering off to paranoia-land must've took quite some time. As I spent there vacantly staring at the door of the building that houses the council room, Hatsushimoneta had already conversed with other fleetgirls accompanying their commanders. It was inevitable that soon enough, she held me by the hand to be escorted inside. She seemed rather cheerful for reasons not clear to me yet. Then she casually mentioned where we might probably be going as we moved to our designated seats.

    "They say it's the Tawi-tawi Anchorage."

    Snapping back to reality, I commented with what little I know about the going-ons at these naval bases. Convinced that this was just another simple re-training job.

    "Oh, I've heard heaps of praises about the girls working under that place's commander. It sounds strange that such a place would..."


    I was wrong... One moment I was obliviously talking about the outdated stuff I've heard about Tawi-tawi Anchorage and now I can't believe I was absurdly wrong about the whole matter. The council room was in utter chaos. Some edge-y looking commander, who dresses more like a fantasy pirate captain, had been spouting daggers ever since the meeting began. Blam. His fists hit the defenseless table as if he was a spiky-haired defense attorney in a trial.

    "I've been telling you all along! His stance about letting the girls develop their own personalities led to his death!"

    "To be honest I don't care much about Tawi-Tawi. My Truk is splendid enough."


    That disinterested comment just now came from a cat. Our edge-y pirate-lord glared daggers at the cat and fired away with accusations.

    "You have no input here you feline. Most of the people here don't hang around all day inside cardboard boxes while they get pampered by their Yamato."


    Finally, my T-headed friend rose up from his seat and questioned the outrage. I kept silent on the dark corners where my seat was placed trying not to be noticed. As I'm not officially a member of any navy and was just here on special notice. It would be an unhappy instance for me if this outraged person ever set his sight on me.

    "How is it so!? Do you have any solid information about the matter!?"

    "According to reports. One fleetgirl intentionally tampered with communications to divert her fellow shipgirls away from the actual location of the abyssal ambush. Do you know why she did this?"


    An intense staring showdown took place between a captain Harlock wanna-be and the letter T. Just when my friend was about to reply. A gruff voice interrupted them and everyone scrambled into order. Rising from his seat, this meeting's host, the commanding officer of the Yokosuka Naval District replied in a deep, gruff voice.

    "Jealousy."

    Half the room felt unease and started to discuss with themselves over the issue. Among the things I've heard were. "What was he thinking? He could've just ordered more rings!" "What are we even doing in here anymore? It's the idiot's fault." "I'm not even sure they were capable of such things. Maybe I should distance myself away from my girls?"

    "This specific fleetgirl wanted to get rid of her commander's chosen recipient of the ring. So she devised a plan to muck up the naval review of the Tawi-Tawi anchorage's safety rating. We all know how this ended."

    "Rawr! If I am allowed to speak, Marshall Admiral."


    Now this time, it was a Shiba Inu. Specifically, it was the Oominato Guard District's commanding officer who was tugging along his Shigure. There was a brief silence once more. It appears that everyone behaved themselves whenever the meeting's host was called for. The white bearded old man replied with his voice oozing with authority.

    "Make this interruption an actual idea for a solution."


    Barking to acknowledge, this Shiba Inu jumped up towards his table, sat there to first take a sweeping look at everyone present, then pointed his gaze immediately towards my location.

    "Most of the attendees here would not be familiar with him. However, if it is as our esteemed colleague says it... then there is only one person for the job."

    Pausing, perhaps for dramatic effect, before announcing my presence made everyone else turn towards my direction. With no choice left, I stood up to step in to the light; visibly stirred.

    "May I introduce everyone to Mr. Preacher. The commanding officer of the Specialized Treatment Division and I would suggest assigning Tawi-Tawi Anchorage under his care."



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    Chapter 1: Express Delivery

    "I object! With all due respects!"

    I cried to object. Now the whole of the assembly widened their eyes. No, they were not surprised by my quick refusal. It was because of something out of place. Apparently, someone else was celebrating and it was not just one person believing I would take the offer. Confetti littered the place as I noticed the little shrimp wearing a party hat. I can only mutter an exasperated "What?" before slowly turning around to face the council.

    The Marshall Admiral's secretary was also in the same festive mood. Those tiny scraps of multi-colored paper covering the highest authority in the room could only have come from the party popper in her hand. This specific Katori propped up her glasses, dropped the popper, and then took off the party hat as if nothing had happened. I narrowed down my eyes and gazed at her with the same expression of "What?" I gave to the little shrimp behind me. As our eyes met, she simply rolled her eyes away.

    "Your subordinates appear to be thrilled at the prospect of visiting Tawi Tawi."

    He told me in that gruff voice as he shook off the confetti.

    "I'm excited to hear why they think so. Even after hearing about someone who died due to the people occupying that place."

    Alas, my opinion was of no worth after all. The whole thing has already been set in stone, mainly due to that out-of-uniform secretary of his.

    There was nothing more to gripe about as I rolled the bags down towards the aircraft we were about to board. That horrid summer sun fried the concrete. The heat was so bad that I could swear that I am seeing the ground emit smoke like bacon on a pan. Hatsushimoneta, that little shrimp, can barely contain her excitement and just ran all over the place. On the other hand, I was left to carry all the baggage. Luckily for me, the most beautiful woman in my life was there beside me holding a parasol to shelter both of us.

    Hatsushimoneta was twirling round and round up until she fell flat on the ramp sticking out of the large cargo aircraft's hind. She was bugging the crew as her presence was hindering the forklifts from unloading their cargo.

    "Stop that! You're preventing them from unloading the cargo!"

    She started laughing uncontrollably from what I said. Surely there was nothing funny about that and it just served to irk the crew members even more.

    "Then they'd better be careful not to unload outside! No to unannounced pull outs! Right?"

    Standing up from her spread eagle position on the floor, she approached one of the forklifts and began pestering the agitated crew.

    "Hey! Hey! How much can you unload?"

    I was about ready to drop the baggage when my beloved lady in glasses dropped the parasol. Cracking whip sounds signaled that it was indeed time to drop the baggage as she's once again brandishing that instructor's whip. Standing in front of her to block the path, I rested both hands on her shoulders.

    "Hana, you're on vacation."


    Her glasses reflected off the sunlight and obscured her hazel eyes, but I know that specific tilt of her head. We've been together longer than any fleetgirl I've worked with before and this subconscious action of hers means to say that she's already beyond the breaking point. What can I say, even if you can affect their personalities to a degree. A training cruiser, albeit not anymore, cannot help but dislike rowdiness.

    "You've been gone for about 4 months. Your work doesn't last that long so here I was thinking you're actually goofing off."


    Immediately I backed away, sweating profusely as I could feel her trembling under my hands. Now, she's actually furious and I don't even know why. Slowly she took steps towards me and I in turn backed away. Who knows what she'll do as she had been continuously flexing her whip the whole time.

    "I wasn't goofing off. You can see clearly that she's wholly immune to what I have been doing so far!"


    Halfway towards me, she stopped. Her voice was cracking as she replied.

    "Yes... I'm pretty sure that is the case. Then why are you stopping me? Do I have to remind you not to stop me when I'm about to teach someone a lesson?"


    Like taming a wild beast, I held my hands in front of me to signal that everything was okay.

    "Hana! Listen to me. I'm stopping your right now because you're in that kind of situation right now. 'Teaching' someone would really be bad for both of you. You know what I'm talking about right? There's more than one person you have to look out for now."

    Mentioning that little bundle of joy that's due five months from now proved to be effective. I have been ignoring the ruckus being wrought over by the little shrimp for some time now due to more pressing matters. Now that it has calmed down, I went over to her side to hand the parasol she dropped. Though, I could not help but ask why she has been staring at me ever since we were done talking.

    "Is something else bothering you?"

    "Have you tried beating her to an inch of her life?"


    I scratched my head at the casual mention of beatings. This might've been fine for them, working for the navy and all but I am still considered a civilian.

    "I'd be jailed if I did that."

    "Guu... I just can't help myself. It's been like this ever since I've met that Hatsushimo."


    Nothing else to reply but a shrug, I know that feeling. I guess one of the reasons we ended up together was our mutual dislike of rowdy people.

    I gave her a pat on the head and went my way. It was about time I freed the poor crew members from this slurry of middle school level green jokes. However, I did not take into account that this counted as a valid hostage situation. As far as hostage situations go, people are bound to be affected by Stockholm syndrome. In that upon quite some time of exposure to their proverbial hostage taker, they've sort of sympathized with her ploy.

    "Hey shrimp! Let's get a move on so stop bugging the workers..."

    I was surprised that she left without resistance but this was merely because the punchline had already been setup. One of the forklift operators drove by and dropped this doozy on me.

    "Yo, we've heard from the little girl that you're on your honeymoon right now. You should go further up and check the bed out, think of it as us congratulating you and your wife."


    Moving up the ramp as they had told me to, I bore witness to a set of crates arranged into the shape of a canopy bed. I then demanded they take down the whole thing.

    "Hate to tell you this as I do appreciate the gesture, but my wife's pregnant for about four months now."


    The same forklift operator dismounted his vehicle and walked up to pat me on the back. I felt annoyed as they seem to be getting off on the wrong note here. I took the hand and made clear my intent that what I said was no joke.

    "So you have another wife? I only wish that she ain't the same age as the one waiting in bed right now."


    Feeling a vein pop on my forehead, I faced the forklift operator and asked a very important question.

    "I take back my statement about removing this bed. Could you just move it somewhere near the tail end of the aircraft? I'd like to drop this alongside that kid on some active volcano."



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    Chapter 2: Tawi-Tawi Anchorage-Style Welcome

    About four hours after our departure, the transport finally hovered over the small island at the far end of this archipelago. According to the pilot, a native of the place, Tawi Tawi Anchorage was built despite overwhelming protests from the country's citizens. Another spell of trouble headed my way. Great.

    "The western tip of Branchy Island is where Tawi Tawi Anchorage is. It's near the airport so you'd get a sweeping overview of it as we fly by. A smaller island with a plateau smack dab in the middle of it is should signal that we're already there."

    And as our pilot said so, that island came into view while the plane descends from the clouds... or so I heard. Hatsushimoneta had her face glued to the window the whole time and was the only one with a view inside the cabin. I would've complained since I like sitting next to windows, but the aisle wasn't too bad if you consider that I need to take extra care of my wife. It wouldn't want some random turbulence in the air to knock her off as she slept on my shoulder.

    "I'd have to take a flight again sometime to see it."

    The pilot laughed at the comment, "It's just like any other island. Only difference is that its shaped like a floppy member."

    Ah, you've got to be kidding me. Just when I thought her fascination of the aerial view had netted me peace from the barrage of low-brow loaded puns. The remark sort of inspired some one-liners that she didn't stop talking about until we received radio contact.

    "Esteemed guests. We are elated with your taking the time to visit our humble naval base. However... as a standard protocol, visitors need to schedule their trips ahead of time. This visit was not relayed ahead of time for reasons unknown. As you would be trespassing, I would like to know the business you have with us. Strict compliance would highly be appreciated... We wouldn't want to start on the wrong foot."


    From the pilot's seat, I can see him gesturing for me to come closer as the undeniable voice of one Ooyodo demanded our reason for visiting. His demeanor suggested that it was quite urgent and I had no reason to doubt him. I woke Hana up before moving closer, but a sudden shake nearly had me kiss the ground. We were ascending and there were plans to circle around the air strips. Pushing up, I took hold of the railings and hurried over towards the front of the aircraft and could not help but shout out in disbelief.

    "What in the name of..."

    Moving away from the engines allowed me to hear the blaring sound of machine-gun fire dangerously scrapping the outline of our craft. The shots were precise, they aren't exactly trying to shoot us down but the hostility was clear.

    "Kindly be informed that we are still awaiting your reply."

    The voice we hear from the communicator was the familiar polite tone that we would have expected, but there seems to be unease eating away at me whenever I hear this specific Ooyodo. From the reports I was given before departure, Tawi-Tawi had been functioning like a normal base even with the loss of their commanding officer. Unsure I may be, I can only deduce that this Ooyodo, who had taken command for quite some time now... had gotten drunk on power.

    "Aaahhh... this is starting to sound ever more regrettable!"

    "Depending on your answer. We might have to submit an incident report to HQ."

    "We're here to save the fleet!"


    In that tense moment, we all but forgot about Hatsushimoneta. I was about to hit her for speaking out of line when the machine-gun fire stopped. For once, I felt like I can forgive her for all the trouble she caused so far. I guessed wrong.

    "If everyone's part of the Commander's harem then the whole place can become a nursery instead."

    Somehow, I heard a voice say "I highly doubt that" from the other end of the line but it was soft enough that those far away from the radio could not hear it. Grabbing Hatsushimoneta by the head, I gently shoved her away from the communicator. She did sort of save us from being blown out of the air so this was a bit more lenient. Otherwise, I would've tacked on a follow up punishment.

    "Ignore that last part, but it is as she says. I am not here to disband the anchorage's fleet, but as a temporary supervisor of sorts."

    "Acknowledged. Commander, we apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. I will instruct everyone in the anchorage to attend your welcome."


    Her reply has a slight tint of disappointment on it as she hang up. The sense of relief I got upon the resolution of this temporary squall was refreshing. Such intensity was foreign to me up until this point. Hatsushimoneta is a handful. She is infuriating. Infuriating but playful. One can always be assured that it's either a harmless green joke or a bout of ADHD. Assured of this fact, I slumped down on the closest seat I can find and sighed.

    "I'm glad that it's done."


    Surprise! This wouldn't be the assignment that everyone's actively avoiding if it resolved itself as easily as saying, "We're here to save the fleet!" Before the aircraft can even land on the runways, I've had the gut feeling that something was up. Hatushimoneta giving the casual remark that the fleet feels smaller than what should be has tipped me off. On the aircraft's door, I turned to Hana and silently apologized for what has happened.

    Feeling her hands wrapped around my waist, she pulled me away from the sight of those waiting on the runway. Willingly, I left myself be dragged around and was rewarded by a radiant smile.

    "Ara... You don't need to worry. When navigating the oceans, the high waves aren't actually one's fault."

    I leaned over but was denied a kiss. In fact, she actually pushed me away all the while pointing towards the door. Confused, I tried to ask but was met with a sharp glare. Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned around and saw no Hatsushimoneta inside the aircraft.

    "The little shrimp! I say..."

    Dashing madly out the door, I managed to reach the fleetgirls in time before Hatsushimoneta can make decisions for us. The Ooyodo from the radio earlier was there with that fleet's Akashi tagging along. Aside from these two, none of the other fleetgirls were in sight. I extended my hand for a shake but of course! It was ignored.

    "Commander, we have accepted to tolerate your presence. This doesn't mean that we accept you as an actual commanding officer."


    Retracting the offered hand, I slid both into my pant's pockets to rummage for the official papers that places this base under my jurisdiction.

    "Commander, I'm sure you can understand words. Or would you rather I call you with what you're ought to be? I think the appropriate term should be Observer."

    Clicking my tongue, I demanded for whatever it is that I need to do. As the discussion was underway, the Akashi behind her had been nagging for quite some time now. I can hear her asking Ooyodo to stop with the ridiculous stuff and just let it be; I couldn't agree less but the pleas fell on deaf ears.

    "Akashi, please hand over the equipment."


    Instant surrender. Akashi toiled towards a trolley and moved it towards Hatsushimoneta. On it was a pair of 12cm guns and a 53cm twin torpedo mount. From what I see, this was an invitation for a combat exercise. Needless to say, winning should lead to acceptance and losing would meant the other thing... It's understandable that we ask for fair fight.

    "Could you at least supply a radar instead of an obsolete torpedo mount?"

    "Commander, let us proceed to the venue."


    She said these words without even turning around to look at us. If she would deny the request, she could've done it better. No matter though, that was the last straw for today. Turning towards Hatsushimoneta to relay my intents, I was surprised that she was already halfway through the equipment process.

    "Commander! You want to save them too right?"



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    Chapter 3: Guardian

    "Hey shrimp..."

    The commander approached me as I adjusted the borrowed rigging. It's funny. Even with all the flak he has given me so far, when moments like these came to pass, he would be strangely tense. Over my shoulder, I glanced and showed him a gesture of assurance. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his facial expression was a mix between annoyed and about to crap his pants. He's showing an opening, it's best to take it. Energetically, I turned around. The lower part of the rigging gave a distinct clanging sound as my feet hit the concrete. Before he could relay whatever it was that he'd be telling me, the dirty joke should pass.

    "Commander! Would you perhaps be asking where I'll start shredding clothing off? Top or Bottom? What is it that you prefer?"

    Words came out of my mouth, I just let whatever I see at the moment dictate the flow. With a plan like this, you don't need to think so hard or else you'd give off signs. A sharp pain on the head, his fists were clenched again. The same old routine, my pointer that it was working. Instinctively, I held the throbbing parts. Perhaps caressing it would dampen the pain, it wasn't anything, nothing compared to the memories that haunt this tiny frame of mine. In the brief moment I heard his sighing, I looked up to watch his expression. Tormented, was the word that I could give to describe what I saw. It's understandable, he's been losing his mind for months now as to why his methods aren't working.

    Like clockwork, I straightened up and waved at the commander. As long as he believes that the abnormality exists, as long as he believes that this was not normal for Hatsushimo, then I would be with him... I would be able to save everyone.

    "Can't you read the mood."

    He started, I listened intently as we followed Tawi-Tawi's Ooyodo to the ports. It's the least I can do.

    "And here I was thinking about how you'd likely lose this match. This is rigged, surely you can tell."

    As he was lecturing me, one of the fairies from the 12cm went up to say something. The little one was wearing clothing that was reminiscent of the Mutsuki class. Waving her hands to get my attention I leaned closer in response. Then she crossed her arms. Even the equipment fairies are telling me that something was up! I raised the little one closer, so I can whisper without the commander taking notice.

    "Just leave it all to me."

    Seems that I've made my point across, the fairy saluted and immediately entered through a little hatch on the side of the gun. I felt the machinery on the rigging whirring. They're good girls, I hope I don't fail their expectations.


    It was during this time that we'd finally arrived at the ports. The walk towards the base from the airport was quite something. Several trees lined the concrete road and the only one I can identify were palm trees. An iron mesh gate, with two huge trees serving as the post greeted us. What was out of place though, was a Suzuya dressed as a security guard. She wasn't that great at the job, what with all the magazine stacks just beside her and the point that she barely noticed us passing through the gate.

    "Woah! Yodo! What's this? What'cha doin' with people you asked Maya to greet?"

    "That was rather straight to the point."

    The commander barged in. Suzuya returned to her really comfortable sitting position on the outpost, rolled her eyes and continued to read her magazines. There was nonchalance in her voice. There seems to be a message she wants us to understand... she's no longer a part of any of this.

    "Oohh! Of course! Nothing to beat around the bush for. Yeah?"

    "Definitely abnormal behavior" should be scrolling past the commander's mind ad infinitum the moment he took notice. I can see his blood rising as he's tinged a bit red. Ooyodo, managed to cull the confrontation by a wave of her hands. It was a signal to follow through, as the seas were close by.


    Roaring waves crashed through the shallow parts of the beach. The terrain was rocky but smoothed out as you get closer to a roofed facility at the end of the curve. We weren't entering through the main gate, it was merely a shortcut that connects the base to the airport.

    I gazed up towards a hill behind the roofed facility. The admiral's office, housed in a white building made in the style of the naval academy at Kure feels gloomy. It was situated at the far left of the small hill, just above the roofed facility that appears to host the port proper. With a placement like that, the building looks more like a lighthouse... a rather dead one.

    Ooyodo waded into the water from here and slowly cruised out to shore. The Commander glanced at me over his shoulder and waited for me to react. Finally, it was time to prove ourselves worthy. Without hesitation, I jumped in and made a splash. The equipment might've been under powered but it was not ill maintained.

    Cruising through the waters went smoothly that I quickly caught up to Ooyodo. Taking notice, she continued to keep distance. Going further to the deep parts. I followed with vigor and when we were no longer in hearing distance from Akashi and the Commander Ooyodo slowed down to face me.

    "I apologize. You should be thinking how cheap this all is, but I'm sure you'd understand."

    "Is this perhaps your first time on your rigging?"

    I held out my hand and she took it without a word. Slowly, we cruised towards the base's seafront. She started to balance out a bit better than earlier. I've been through many battles that moving along with the rigging flows nearly naturally. The first try would be unlike this and definitely nerve-wrecking. It wasn't surprising though that her technique needs refinement; but from what I see, she was going by with purely theoretical applications. I was impressed in a way.

    "And the handicaps. Do you give your consent? You are well aware that I have set up plans ahead of time."

    Letting go of my hands, she cruised side by side with me. I pumped my fists up and charged ahead, the waves splitting in my wake.

    "It's all right. Say no to reckless plans, right?"

    A metallic clicking sound was audible over the high winds. I turned around for a bit to notice a Shiun larger than most I've seen before being loaded on the oversized catapult she had been lugging around on her right arm. Radar modifications, from what I can see. The release sounded like a gunshot, and the plane struggled to fly the first few moments that it nearly hit the water. The flight speed was drastically affected that Ooyodo was able to bypass the plane easily.

    A crackling noise alerted me to some incoming communications. The distance between us was larger now and she had been signalling for me to do something. Thus, reaching for the part of the rigging where the radar should be, I tuned the frequencies until a voice can be clearly heard.

    "I'd have to say that I am surprised. My earlier mention of being inexperienced should've triggered a dirty joke from you."

    "Aah. About that, I only have to do it whenever I am in front of the Commander."

    "I see, you must have your own reasons too."

    "Yes."

    "Oho, very well then. Let us switch to a public line on the count of three and then being this match."

    I leaned backward and shifted my weight to the right to perform a quick turn facing Ooyodo, but still moving towards the base-front. I made sure to catch her attention by firing a single round into the air. The windows of the buildings by the anchorage's edge opened and out came the base's fleetgirls who were piqued by the sound of a naval gun. Something they haven't heard for a few days now.

    As the start of the match drew closer, I bowed. With a murmur, I sent my message before the channels switched.

    "Thank you for having us."



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    Interesting. So she's playing at being an "abnormal" so she can stay with the commander here.

    And by "save them all" by doing it, it feels like she means to somehow rid them all of the idea of "just weapons with static personalities".

    I.E., to let them all be treated and seen as proper girls.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Emerald Acid View Post
    Interesting. So she's playing at being an "abnormal" so she can stay with the commander here.

    And by "save them all" by doing it, it feels like she means to somehow rid them all of the idea of "just weapons with static personalities".

    I.E., to let them all be treated and seen as proper girls.
    That is correct. One of the reasons she's playing the "abnormal" card.

    Oh btw, thank you for replying. It means a lot to me. :)



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    @ElleRosewood No worries, and glad it helps.

    Been reading since the first entry, but have been waiting for an actual topic point to bring up instead of just a generic "Want to read more". I certainly know how helpful and good it feels to get comments like that.


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    Here's my first attempt at a combat scene. Hopefully it pans out well.


    Chapter 4: Combat tactics

    Subdued cannon fire rang from the middles of sea; shattering the long held silence of Tawi-tawi. Windows opened, a crowd of young girls flocked from their barracks built on the side of the hill, down to the anchorage grounds. Chattering filled my ear. Hushes as they were, it was tons better than the veil cast over the place.

    "Alright, Commander! Please follow me."

    Before the brick-laden grounds got crowded, Akashi offered a hand to lead me elsewhere. I raised my hand, I appreciate it but must disregard the gesture. This should be the extent allowed for contact. I mean, the sound of a whip being flexed was audible behind me. Hana, who stayed to oversee the transport of our luggage should already be here, I thought to myself. The destroyers showed signs of quivering, so i swept the floor with my feet and snappily turned around.

    "Ara... Commander, I've brought your belongings, but what might this be?"

    "Ha..."


    I raised a finger. Several stares were in our direction, so I cut short. Caution must be observed given the fate of the previous commanding officer... Revealing that I am married to her might lead to doom. I crossed my hands behind my back and stood firm like a military man. Exude confidence, act like you're an officer. I told myself. Facing Akashi once more, I used my eyes to signal her to move over to Hana's side. This was unnecessary, Akashi had gone over towards the luggage.

    "Good work Katori. I know that you are off duty at the moment, So please pardon me for the needless request. As thanks, would you like to join us watch the combat exercise taking place right now?"

    The bunch of destroyers got a thorn off their chest when I mentioned the off duty part. Thank heavens, they're just nervous to see a Katori with the apparent new commanding officer. Those stares weren't to go check me out, shedding some light over assumptions I carelessly deduced. See, I was under the impression that all bases had at least one of the sister training cruisers.

    Over the shoulder, I took a peek at what manner of expression my dearest would exude. I did call her Katori just now, when was the last time she had been called that name? I feared she wouldn't get the gist of the situation, but an amused smile was etched on her face. In my mind, I can imagine her saying "Oho... so that's how it is." She gathered her hair and tied it up in the usual fashion before standing a few feet behind me.

    "Of course, I would be delighted to. However, Commander, before you get cozy."

    A rib gutting pain had me jump out from shock, immediately I turned to see the clipboard she just rammed at my back. She was restraining her laughter and just a little bit of giggling thrown in to boot.

    "A report from HQ. It's very important."

    A quick peek at the memo and the only thing written there was "Yasen." Checking if anyone else was paying attention to us, I tilted my head away where no one else can see my blushing face.

    "I'd check if we can fit it in the schedule."



    "Commencing Battle!"

    An opening salvo of cannon fire from Ooyodo's 20.3cm (no.3) twin gun mount scraped past my left. From just the envelope of air surrounding that round, I can feel the overwhelming firepower difference. As it flopped over to the sea behind me, a towering splash caused sizeable waves from the blast. Ooyodo remained immobile, I can see her assisting the left hand where the 20.3cm (no.3) was held with her right hand. Aiming was still hampered by the gun's weight and also contributing to the problem was the large than normal plane catapult on the right.

    Lowering my stance, i crossed both guns in front of me to at least dampen the blows by blocking the round with something hard. From observation, she was a bit more top-heavy then most Ooyodo, what with all the customized configurations. I can finish this without hurting her by just taking her off balance.

    "Full speed ahead!"

    The fairies complied with glee and that little smokestack at the back part of the rigging began spewing like crazy.

    "Torpedo launchers up, load them up but please do not arm them."

    Both launchers on each side turned parallel to the sea floor. A distinct click can be heard as they locked in to place. While on the approach, Ooyodo raised her gun and began tracking my movements. I shifted my weight to the left, from the previous head-on approach to a curve. Having her gun on the left means that her arm won't have that wide of an arc unless she moved her whole body along.

    Another shot was fired and flew past behind me. Losing that arc prevented her from leading her shots and the gap between us closed considerably. Lowering her gun as she crouched slightly, it seems she was anticipating that I'd be moving closer to swipe at her feet.

    "Detaching the command module."

    A small puff of smoke erupted from the connection points of her rigging and the bulky, box-like part of her rigging that carried her radars detached and fell.

    "Engines, switch to reverse!"

    Halting before collision, I slid down to deliver a kick aimed at her feet. With the bulk of her rigging detached, thus making her lighter, she managed to jump a short distance to avoid it. My kick ended up hitting the box-like rig and made it float away from Ooyodo's position. As I recovered, I felt something snag the connection points of my rigging and that I was slowly being lifted up from the water. I turned my head to the side and at the edge of my vision... glimpsed an impish smile on her face. Her tone raised from the norm, she told me as if scolding my actions.

    "You are one naughty plane. Let's see how aerodynamic you are."

    The catapult possessed enough force to launch me a short distance. Tumbling through the air, Ooyodo took her sweet time to aim what would perhaps be the final shot. It felt as if time had slowed down when that round finally left the 20.3cm. So this was it, the end of my ambition. Slowly, I closed my eyes and voices from a distant memory played vividly.

    "Have you heard!?"


    A voice calls out from the side. Whoever it was, I had no recollection. It was a memory that took place on the high seas with the sound of waves in the background.

    "Heard of what?"

    "They say some submarines managed to blow a ship out of the water and had it flip midair."

    "That's bull, what did they do? Timed torpedoes to explode directly underneath the ship?"

    "Exactly."


    No! This couldn't possibly it. An absurd idea flashed through my mind. There was literally nothing binding this hearsay to truth, but maybe, just maybe... things would go differently for a fleetgirl.

    "Release all torpedoes!"

    Steeling myself, I bit my lips and grabbed one of the torpedoes that dropped off from the loaded mount, armed it and threw it straight down below. Timing it just right to explode a few feet from the surface. The force of the blast threw me off to the side; the round whizzing past just an inch from my face.

    The moment I landed back on the surface of the water on both feet, the consequence of that move bit me hard. Clutching my left, I winced and felt a small piece of metal that had lodged itself there. Blood. My hand was covered quite generously. If this doesn't end soon, I might faint out. Having disposed of majority of the torpedoes, which made up majority of my firepower... the only option was a point blank shot.

    "You have my adoration. The method by which you have dodged that attack was astounding."

    Ooyodo was in shock, but that expression did not last too long before reverting to the earlier impish smile. Does she have another ace up her sleeve? With all the volume I can muster, I shouted out my plea to the fairies. I felt ashamed, here I was always spouting to say no to reckless plans. But the desire... my blood burns hot with it. I can not fall. Not now. Not ever.

    "Please, give it all we've got!"

    Engines on full speed, I started sprinting as if on land. Doing so adds a bit more control and speed, it's something I see Shimakazes do most of the time. Dead set on the target, I closed the gap as quickly as I can. Each stride getting me closer and closer to an effective firing range. However, Ooyodo did not raise her gun this time. Instead she crossed arms and placed her cheek on her palm, as if amused at my futile resistance.

    "Normal. As judged. But I'm glad you've gotten your first taste of thinking out of the box. Here's to hoping we'd get along well in the future."

    An explosion from behind had me falling down on my knees. Smoke and flames surrounded me as the frantic fairies took out small fire extinguishers to try and prevent the rigging from sustaining any more damage.

    "Unbelievable..."

    From behind, that modified Shiun had been flying back to Ooyodo. The box-like part of Ooyodo's rigging floated there in the middle of the sea. A fake wall, one straight out of a magician's trick, was torn off and hidden inside was the other 20.3cm (no.3) gun, barrels still smoking from firing that single round that took me by surprise.



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    @ElleRosewood The one major criticism I have for this writing is the use of italics for conversation. Let the punctuation do that for you. It does not settle easily on the eyes.

    Other than that it is quite well written, and the one-on-one duel is structured very well. I did not think Ooyodo could be quite so arrogant and devious in battle, but then again, I don't have her and I've never given her much research nor prominence in my own stories.


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    Quote Originally Posted by CaioDuilio View Post
    @ElleRosewood The one major criticism I have for this writing is the use of italics for conversation. Let the punctuation do that for you. It does not settle easily on the eyes.

    Other than that it is quite well written, and the one-on-one duel is structured very well. I did not think Ooyodo could be quite so arrogant and devious in battle, but then again, I don't have her and I've never given her much research nor prominence in my own stories.
    Thank you for the comment. I'll try to take out the italics for the next chapter.

    I'm glad that you find it well written, I'll try to improve even more. I'm done with most reports, hopefully that would give time to imagine possible developments. Please look forward to them.



 

 

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