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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!
Currently, you've got four destroyers barreling down at you at full speed, big, eager, stupid smiles on their faces. You've already spent enough time with the other Fletchers to predict what was going to happen next, and you had enough foresight to sidestep right as they aim for their synchronized tackle hug. With their target suddenly gone, the four destroyers all slam into each other in midair and collapse to the ground in a heap.
"Damnit, ya twerps!" Phoenix groans as she somehow manages to pick up all four destroyers by the collar, two with each hand. "That's NOT how you greet newcomers!"
"AWWWWWWW." The destroyers groan. "But it's Hoel! One of Taffy 3!"
Geez, were you really that famous among destroyers?
Christ, they pretty much were Fletchers in every way!
"Sorry about that." Phoenix sighs apologetically. "These little devilspawn are Perkins, Hank, Borie, and Collett. They're very... energetic."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure they are." You nod.
Oh god if these destroyers were tagging along to the repair docks, they might not get along so well with San Fran and Portland...
>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
>Better warn them ahead of time.
>Other
>>48184691
>>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
>>48184691
>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
>>48184691
>>Better warn them ahead of time.
>>48184691
>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
They should really be expecting it by now.
>>48184691
>>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
Make sure to give sweet pea a hug girls
>>48184691
Kinda tired of seeing Portland getting dogpiled but let's see how San Fran will react!
>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
>>48184691
>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
Live, from /tg/, it's FRIDAY NIGHT
This week, Warships gets 0.5.8 and KrautBB teasers, plus the reveal of Dunkerque to the supertesters
>>48184691
>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
>>48184691
>Borie
Oh god.
inb4 gleeful screams of "IIIIIIIII'M NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED!" ring out across the ship.
>>48184878
Explanation?
>>48184691
>>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
>>48184889
From a half-second read of Belated Battleships, apparently Borie's a nudist there or something.
>>48185002
That looks like Clemson Borie, ours is an Allen M. Sumner
Hey, ain't been here in a while.
Have we killed Nazibitch yet?
>>48184691
>>WATCH THE CRUISERS BURN
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
>>48185002
She has a habit of streaking the base. Exactly why, I don't think has ever been explained. (At least the pocketknife makes sense, though!)
>>48185080
Nope. We should keep an eye on her if she decides to use Abyssal Juice on herself to make an Artificial Shipgirl or something.
>>48184691
"Anyways, the repair docks are this way!" You say cheerfully as you lead the newcomer ships to the Tarawa's onboard repair docks. Looks like that British carrier, Venerable, opted not to tag along. In fact, it looked like she was trying to chat up the very clearly uncomfortable looking Section, with the rest of his STRIKE-1 team looking on with amusement and totally not bothering to try and help him. Apparently he did something during the "rescue" mission to impress her?
Well, regardless, you lead the American contingent belowdecks, all while the destroyers kept constantly pestering you with questions.
"Sososo Hoel, what was Leyte like?!"
"How many Abyssals did you sink?"
"Where are Heerman and Johnston?"
"Ohmygod, I remember I met Heerman once!"
"Girls, CALM DOWN." Phoenix sighs as she karate chops all four destroyers on the head.
That quiets them down long enough for all of you to get changed out of your clothes, all covered in sweat, ash, and seawater. You see teams of faeries collect your discarded clothes into a basket and quickly ferry them away to destinations unknown.
"So, anyways, there should be a few more ships in the docks-" You start right as you open the door, and almost instantly the destroyers have bolted through it before either you or Phoenix could stop them.
(cont)
>>48185515
Portland, having had to deal with the Fletchers constantly, had already developed something of a destroyer sixth sense by this point, and she quickly dipped her head under the surface of the water like a submarine. San Fran, however, still inexperienced in these matters, is caught completely off guard.
"Hiiiiiiii!" The destroyers squeal as they pounce on poor San Fran.
"THE FUCK." San Fran croaks, completely unsure of how to handle the situation as she tries to defend herself from the onslaught.
"SanFranSanFranSanFran!" They chime.
"Oh my how adorable!" Enterprise chuckles.
"Well, this is a great first impression." Phoenix rolls her eyes.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Portland glares at you as her head rises from the surface right next to you.
"Now what makes you think that?" You grin.
"You're lucky I saw that coming." Portland scowls.
Meanwhile, San Fran was trying to make her escape from the attention of the destroyers, and utterly failing due to being dragged down by their collective weight.
"S-shouldn't we help her?" Portland looks on a bit nervously.
"At your own risk." Phoenix shrugs. "If I were you I'd just wait till they tire themselves out."
>Fine, I guess...
>Naaaaaaah.
>Other
>>48185531
>>Other
>"Need help San Fran?"
>>48185531
>>Naaaaaaah.
SanFan needs Fletcher therapy
>>48185125Reminder that everything was Mercy's fault.
>>48185531
>>48185531
>>Naaaaaaah.
It's not like we're getting too old for this stuff. Besides, we're a Destroyer.
>>48185531
>Other
>mention something about getting ice cream
>>48185531
>>Fine, I guess...
Don't want her to actually *drown*, after all.
>>48185531
>Naaaaaaah.
>>48185531
>Naaaaaaah.
>>48185531
>>Naaaaaaah.
Reminder that Hoel is beautiful.
>>48185712
Makes me wonder what direction the quest would have taken if we decided to succumb to the abyss
>>48185731
Abyssal Quest never.
>>48185731
It would have been interesting.
>>48185731
The knowledge that the cancerous growth in our brain may take over one day, and we have to cope with the constant fact that we'll be 'gone'.
>>48185731
The characters would get pallette swapped and have a bunch more teeth and arms on their rigs.some of them may or may not get a bust upgrade
We'd spend a few sessions wrecking the puny humans and then the world comes to a halt.
>>48185763
I wanted to run one, but its damn hard to come up with all the backstory that would be required to make the Abyssals relate-able and have a valid reason to attack humans that wasn't stupid.
>>48185855
>I wanted to run one, but its damn hard to come up with all the backstory that would be required to make the Abyssals relate-able and have a valid reason to attack humans that wasn't stupid.
Why not just have everyone be morally grey?
>>48185855
Humans cant survive the large open spaces of the ocean without a boat no matter how small. Therefore the ocean doesnt belong to humans but to their ships. Get the humans out of your lawn.
Abyssals are a bit crazy anyways
>>48185531
"Naaaaaah, I'm pretty sure she can handle herself. She's a heavy cruiser, after all!" You say confidently.
"Uh huh." Portland narrows her eyes, not fully convinced.
"Ah, I'm sure it'll be fine for her!" Phoenix chortles.
"San Fran! San Fran!" Borie giggles. "Did you get any cool upgrades?"
"Are we really at war with Britain?" Collett asks as she hangs off San Fran's left arm.
"Why do you smell like smoke?" Perkins wrinkles her nose as she catches and inadvertent whiff of San Fran's hair.
"And your breath smells funny!" Hank adds.
San Fran's mouth flaps open and closed silently, as she tries to formulate a proper response.
"Well that's no good!" Borie huffs. "Girls! We need breath mints and shampoo! LOTS OF IT!"
"Oh no-" San Fran moves to escape as the destroyers scramble off to where the toiletries are stocked, only to get held down by a single arm to the shoulder by Enterprise.
"Fran," Enterprise says with the most menacing and sweet smile, "you're still not fully rested! Why not let these destroyers pamper you for a little bit!"
"B-but-" San Fran protests, unable to keep up her hard and mean exterior against the larger carrier.
"Just stay a little while longer!" Enterprise's expression doesn't change, but her tone subtly does, convincing the acidic cruiser to actually stay put.
"Gosh, Big E is really as scary as I remember." Phoenix gulps.
"Yeah, she kinda is." You nod.
(cont)
>>48185963
"Yo." Red kneels on the side of the pool, still dressed in her fatigues. "I hate to be saying this to y'all, but new orders just filtered down. Once you're all done here, Phoenix and the other new girls are gonna be flown back to the States for debriefing and retraining."
"What? Now?" You blink.
"Yep. Sorry, but that's straight from the top." Red shakes her head.
"Aw nuts, and we were just starting to warm up to this place!" Phoenix groans.
"Damn..." You sigh as you watch the destroyers rigorously shampooing poor San Fran's hair.
"Agh! It's like getting snagged in a fishing net!" Borie gaps as she tries to work her fingers into San Fran's hair.
"I think my hands are stuuuuuuck!" Collett whines.
"C'mon, it's just one breath mint! It's mint flavored!" Perkins tries to coax San Fran into taking one of the little tablets which was proving difficult with San Fran stubbornly turning her mouth away whenever it came close.
Jesus christ she's being more childish than the fucking destroyers. This was priceless!
Pity it had to end so soon...
>Well, it can't be helped.
>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>Other
>>48185977
>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>>48185977
>>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>>48185977
>>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>>48185977
>>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>>48185977
>>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
Reunion time!
>>48185977
>>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>>48185977
>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
So what sorta future upgrades do you think will be in store for us?
I'm thinking that we could get some upgrades so we can be more like Johnston.
>>48185977
>>They gotta at least meet Heerman first...
>>48185962
That doesn't answer the question of why the Abyssals happened at all
>>48185878
'Make them grey' is vague as all hell. Does that mean make them more human? Make the humans more evil? Make the Abyssals have good reasons for what they're doing?
>>48185855
There's always running with different interpretations of Abyssals beyond the 'vengeful ghosts' concept. USN Shipgirls made them eldritch interdimensional biomechanical alien war machines, and there's some fics running around that made them more like the Vex of all things, so a more liberal interpretation wouldn't be bad so long as the execution was good
>>48186145
All that 'extra armor' could just slow us down, not really something for Destroyers.
>>48186145
Better boilers. Exploding boilers seems to be a recurring problem in life-and-death situations
>>48186163
Damn right make humans more evil.
Maybe Abyssals just want to be left alone, but humanity keeps trying to mine the ocean's resources. So the Abyssals go to war in order to keep humanity from destroying their home.
>>48185977
"Wait! Can't you just wait for like... half an hour?!" You plead Red.
"Well, their orders WERE pretty vague...." Red puts a finger to her chin. "I mean, they just said to bring them up once their repairs are done, but that won't happen till they actually leave the docks, right?"
"Thanks a lot!" You grin. "Um, can I borrow your phone?"
"What are you planning?" Portland raises a suspicious eyebrow.
"Nothing insidious or involving you, Sweet Pea." You roll your eyes as Red hands you her phone. You quickly dial Heerman's number into it.
"What? Red?" Heerman's slightly tired voice groans.
"HEERMAN! REPAIR DOCKS. NOW." You shout before hanging up, therefore preventing her from questioning your perfectly reasonable request.
"I see the sisterly bond is strong." Portland sarcastically observes.
"Super strong." You nod as you turn around to get an update on San Fran's status.
And... and... she looked...
CUTE?!?
You guess as a result of her constantly substance abuse and lack of sleep and self hygiene, San Fran had never looked particularly attractive. Plain, at best. But now, with her hair freshly shampooed and combed straight thanks to the combined efforts of three Allen M. Sumner destroyers, she actually looked pretty damn good. The difference was like night and day.
"Wait a minute, are my optics set right?" Portland squints.
"Oh, you look so much more adorable now!" Enterpise squeals.
"Mission accomplished!" Perkins says proudly.
"They're pretty good." You note.
(cont)
>>48186359
"Well, we had a lot of free time." Phoenix explains. "They picked up a few tricks from the base caretaker staff."
"Kill me, please." San Fran groaned.
"Now now, don't be so sour!" Enterprise chuckled. "You should upkeep yourself like this more often!"
"Too much work." San Fran grunted, as she instinctively reached for a fresh cigarette, only to remember she left them in the locker room. "Fuck."
"Language." Enterprise tuts as she flicks San Fran in the forehead with a large CLANG.
"Ow!"
"What the hell is going on here?" Heerman grunts as she pushes the door open, still dressed in her pajamas.
And that's when the radars of four destroyers instantly lock onto her.
"HEERMAAAAAAAAAAN!" The four destroyers cheer as they literally explode out of the water to launch themselves at your sister.
"Agh!" Heerman croaks.
"Oh, hey Heerman!" Phoenix waves casually, at the destroyer pile, still content to stay in the pool.
>Give them some 'privacy'.
>JOIN IN.
>Other
>>48186384
>>Give them some 'privacy'.
Take a picture if we can.
>>48186384
>JOIN IN.
>>48186384
>>Give them some 'privacy'.
>>48186384
>Other
Sneak off to and start rifling through everyone's belonging... look for blackmail material
>>48186384
>Give them some 'privacy'.
>>48186384
>>Give them some 'privacy'.
>>48186384
>Give them some 'privacy'.
>>48186384
>>JOIN IN.
>>48186384
>>Give them some 'privacy'.
>>48186384
>>JOIN IN.
>>48186286
There's also the idea that the Abyssals are acting like the ocean's white-blood cells, destroying the parasties that dump their waste and spill their toxins and so on into it.
Or that the Abyssals are trying to ensure segregation of terrestrial and aquatic life because they can't comprehend how something that's supposed to live on land could survive at sea, and this see ships and the human crewmembers as horrible eldritch abominations.
>>48186384
You decide to give Heerman and her old comrades a bit of private time as your sister is bombarded with the typical rapid fire questions. You turn back to the pool, where you see Enterprise continuing to dote on the beautified San Fran, while Portland seemed to have struck up a conversation with Phoenix about their shared "destroyer problems."
"How do you deal with four destroyers by yourself?" Portland sighs. "It must have been tough."
"Eh, I guess it wasn't so bad." Phoenix shrugs. "We light cruisers were kinda built to work with destroyers anyways, so I never really had much of a problem."
"Uggggggh." Portland sighs. "I have to deal with seven."
"Ouch. I feel for ya." Phoenix grimaces.
"Wait a minute, there's eight of us." You point out.
"Haida doesn't count. She's actually mature for her class." Portland explains.
"O-ouch. That kinda hurts." You pout.
"It doesn't, and you damn well know it." Portland glowers.
"Ha! I can tell you're pretty tight with your destroyers already!" Phoenix laughs. "There's nothing for me to teach you in that case!"
"T-that's not how it is!" Portland blushes.
>Yep! Sweet Pea is just a big old softie!
>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>Watch out, Sweet Pea doesn't take well to teasing.
>Other
>>48186616
>>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
>>Yep! Sweet Pea is just a big old softie!
>>48186616
>>Awww, don't talk about your dearest closest friend like that~!
>>48186616
"Awwww, don't talk about you dearest closest friend like that!" You say with a singsong voice as you huge Portland close and mash your cheek against hers. "Besties forever!"
"Quit it, Hoel!" Portland whines.
"Heh, pretty close, I see." Phoenix chuckles.
However, soon enough, Section and the rest of STRIKE-1 arrives to collect Phoenix, Perkins, Hank, Borie, and Collett. It was too dangerous to keep them aboard the Tarawa, so close to Argentina. While the Argentinians couldn't really pursue the issue lest they admit that they were secretly keeping shipgirls in their custody, a blatant violation of the UN's shipgirl treaty, it was better for everybody involved that the girls get a fresh start in the States, first. Plus, the Admiral promised that they'd be rotated onto an active front as soon as possible, considering Perkins, Hank, Borie, and Collett were the most advanced destroyer classes the USN had ever deployed in the War.
Things got particularly tearful when the destroyers had to part ways with Heerman, practically having to be pried off of her with the help of Phoenix, San Fran, Portland, and Enterprise. However, a reassuring smile from Heerman and a few words of encouragement were all that were needed to convince them to finally go. You stand by your sister as she watches the destroyers be escorted to the flight deck.
"You know, you could always go with 'em." You suggest.
"What?" Heerman blinks in surprise.
"Well, I understand if ya feel a need to be with them. They've been your buddies for a pretty long time, right? For decades!" You shift nervously.
And that's when Heerman steps forward and hugs you, patting the back of your head in the process.
"Hoel, I'm close with Perkins, Hank, Borie, and Collett, but that doesn't change the fact that you and Johnston are my sisters. Hell, I'm pretty sure the two of you need me more than they do."
F-fuck, that was really touching.
>Try not to cry.
>Cry
>Other
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
>>48187008
>Try not to cry.
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
>>Cry
>>48187008
>Try not to cry.
>Cry
"Something's in my eye."
>>48185763
>>48185731
The only question is what sort of Abyssal is the best to play as.
Hoppou? Long Hoppou? Wo?
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
>>48187050
How about Ta? An annoyance, but not "Holy Shit, where are the nukes?" level.
>>48186163
> there's some fics running around that made them more like the Vex of all things, so a more liberal interpretation wouldn't be bad so long as the execution was good
Oh you mean your side of the pond. SB, was it called?
Rolled 12 (1d20)
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
ROLL TO NOT CRY
>>48187098
>Quest objective 1: find some pants
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
>>Cry
>>48187119
Incidentally, that's the most likely thing anons would do if they played a Witch in Strike Witches.
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
>>48187156
Didn't they ever try in any of the bajillion Strike Witches '89 spinoffs?
>>48187008
>>Try not to cry.
>>Cry
>>48187167
Red actually wore pants, because she didn't like using strikers. Merlin too, but she switched to no pants when the Wyvern got an interface.
>>48187008
>Try not to cry.
Emphasis on 'try'.
>>48187167
>>48187220
I remember there was a joke about regular women being asked why they were wearing pants due to being confused for Witches.
>>48187008
"Y-yeah, I knew that you'd stay. It's stupid to thin o-otherwise, huh?" You sniff, trying to hold back a few tears.
"Yeah, real silly, huh?" Heerman gives you a knowing smile.
"Heerman! Hoel! We'll see you next time!" The destroyers wave excitedly as Marines try to shove them into the waiting Osprey. They're only finally loaded when Enterprise casually strolls by and gently points to the Osprey's passenger cabin. Like trained puppies, the destroyers immediately dart off inside the waiting aircraft, much to the bewilderment of the surrounding Marines and deck crew. Oh yeah, Enterprise was also leaving. She was only transferred here for this mission, and was heading back to the Pacific to secure the lifeline to Japan.
"Bye, see you all soon!" Heerman grins and waves. You wave alongside her as the Osprey takes off.
"We make sure they never link up with Wren, Luce, Daly, and Kidd." Heerman notes as she turns to you.
"Agreed." You nod quickly. You don't even want to know what would happen. They could get along, they could... not. Neither scenario boded well for anybody involved.
"Well, it's getting late." Portland yawned. "I heard from the Captain that the Tarawa's going full speed all night, so we'll be reaching the Falklands in the morning. Better rest up."
"That's a good idea." Heerman nodded. "Should we go back, Hoel?"
>Nah, there's someone i want to see first. (specify)
>Sure, let's get some sleep.
>Other
>>48187281
>>Nah, there's someone i want to see first. (specify)
Time to call Woel, and see how she feels about us on TV, and stuff.
>>48187281
>Sure, let's get some sleep.
>>48187281
>>>Nah, there's someone i want to see first. (specify)
>Time to call Woel, and see how she feels about us on TV, and stuff.
support
>>48187281
>Nah, there's someone i want to see first. (specify)
Time for a woelcall
>>48187281
>>Nah, there's someone i want to see first. (specify)
Woel
>>48187305
Supporting.
Guys, it's too late, Woel is gone....
>>48187474
Maybe, orshe's probably going to be in the middle of a single shipgirl defence of the city against an Abyssal ambush while we try to rush over to save her.Also, it gives us the chance to say: "Cheers, love! The Cavalry's here!"
>>48187281
"Yeah, just give me a minute." You say to your sister. "I'm just gonna take some more of the night air for a bit."
"Sure thing." Heerman nods. "See you, then."
You wait for Heerman to leave belowdecks before looking around. There was nobody close enough to hear you, especially with the whine of the Tarawa's engine, the crash of the waves against the hull, and the howling of the wind masking most sounds, anyways. The only other people on the deck were a couple of patrolling Marines and some deck crew managing the helicopters being sent out on night patrol duties. You take out your "special" phone and dial Woel's number, at the same time wondering where she could possibly be this time.
"Hoel?" You hear your Abyssal counterpart's voice. "What's up?"
"Oh, just checkin' in on you, that's all." You say casually. "How's it been?"
"Saw you on TV." Woel notes.
"Figured." You groan. "So what did you think?"
"You looked very heroic. If I were a guy and not biologically identical to you, I'd probably ask you out." Woel says in a deadpan manner.
"Bullshit." You laugh.
"Yeah, that's true. I was lying about the guy part." Woel chuckles.
Both of you snicker at your own little in jokes.
"So where are you now?" You ask. You remember Woel saying that she wanted to leave the Queen Mary and explore the world a little more.
"Oh.. places." Woel says noncommittally. "Just traveling around."
How vague of her.
>Sounds like fun.
>C'mon, you can be a bit more specific.
>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
>Other
>>48187630
>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
We can do that?
>>48187630
>>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
>>48187630
>>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
MEN.
READY YOUR DICE.
>>48187645
>We can do that?
Shipgirl magic. Ain't gotta explain shit.
>>48187630
>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
>>48187630
>>Sounds like fun.
You a superhero with a costume?
>>48187630
>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues
>>48187630
>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
>>48187630
>>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
WHAT U DOIN GIRLY!?
>>48187790
Doing girly indeed
>>48187630
>>C'mon, you can be a bit more specific.
>>Use your hydrophones to listen for clues.
Weedle for answers while seeking our own!
>>48187630
Something didn't quite seem right. You frown as you try to focus in on your hearing, taking in every small detail the background noise could offer you.
"Huh, sounds like you're having fun." You say with approval, trying not to draw suspicion if you just kept silent. However, all the while, your ears remained sharp and ready.
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>48187876
Rolled 19 (1d20)
>>48187876
PING
Rolled 14 (1d20)
>>48187876
Rolled 11 (1d20)
>>48187894
We probably know what sort of clothes she's wearing right now.
>>48187894
>>48187876
And that's when you hear it. It was subtle, but deep. Like a low hum of a heartbeat, intermittently disturbed by the sounds of mechanical creaking and clanking. It was... it was...
The sounds of the underbelly a ship.
WOEL WAS RIDING IN A SHIP.
THE FUCK?!
You try not to panic or scream or shout. No... you had to remain calm, and think this through! Yeah, that's what you had to do!
"Hoel?" Woel asked curiously. "Is something the matter?"
>Oh, nothing, nothing at all!
>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
>Other
>>48188084
>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
Panic like the sister we are
>>48188084
>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
>>48188084
>>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
>>48188084
>>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
>>48188084
>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
"And I don't mean Mary!"
>>48188084
>>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
>>48188084
>>Oh, nothing, nothing at all!
>>48188084
>WHY ARE YOU ON A SHIIIIIIIP!??!
>>48188084
Whenever we ask Woel a question just imagine we are her, and what we'd do in that situation. Because we are her.
>>48188084
>>Oh, nothing, nothing at all!
>>48188084
Yeah, no. Fuck being calm.
"WOEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON A SHIIIIIIP!?!?" You shriek.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW." Woel shrieks back.
"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THE SOUND OF A SHIP'S ENGINES!" You bellow.
"Damnit!" Woel curses. "Well, I guess I was gonna get found out sooner or later...."
"EXPLAIN. NOW." You keep shouting.
"Jeez, cool it, Hoel, fuck." Woel sighs. "I just wasn't feeling living life on the down low, all right? I mean, I keep seeing you and other shipgirls on TV and online and shit, doing all sorts of cool crap and I gotta stay behind and hide? I wanna do something, Hoel!"
Damnit, you should've figured this would happen. Woel was based on you, after all.
"Jesus fuck, Woel." You groan. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"I just volunteered to crew one of the relief ships shipping supplies to Japan." Woel replies. "I figured it's SOMETHING to do. Plus, considering the route these ships are taking, there ain't many volunteers and they're paying anybody who is a fuckton of bucks. It's a win win, right?"
>That's... actually a pretty good idea.
>I still don't like it.
>Other
>>48188271
>>I still don't like it.
It only takes one person to recognize Abyssal traits...
>>48188271
>Just be careful. And try not to draw every Abyssal in the area to you.
>>48188271
>Other
>Did you plan ahead for anyone else finding you out?
>>48188271
>That's... actually a pretty good idea.
>>48188271
>>Other
"...awww, thats noble.
I still don't like it, but eh, i can't stop you anyway.
Keep safe and watch for any creep, m'kay?"
>>48188271
>I still don't like it.
What if Abyssals attack? What if you fall overboard and people spot you standing on the water?
>>48188271
>That's... actually a pretty good idea.
>Other
"Just be careful. It's still not completely secure."
>>48188271
>That's... actually a pretty good idea.
>>48188271
>I still don't like it.
>>48188271
>>48188324
and it would be pretty suspicious if someone were to accurately predict Abyssal attacks, and change a ships course because of a "funny feeling".
>>48188271
>>Other
BE SAFE I LOVE YOU/ME/US
>>48188271
>Other
"I would probably have done something similar, just stay safe okay?"
>>48188271
>>That's... actually a pretty good idea.
It's for a good cause.
>>48188271
"Ugh, I still don't like it." You groan. "But I have to admit it's a pretty good idea. Just be careful out there, okay?"
"Course I will, who do you think you're talking to?" Woel laughs.
"I know damn well, that's why I'm warning you." You retort.
"Ah yeah..." Woel concedes. "Well, we're in a big convoy, so we should be fine, even if the Abyssals do attack!"
"And I can trust you're not going to join in if things do indeed get hot?" You ask.
"Of course not!" Woel laughs nervously. "I'm not THAT dumb!"
"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure." You say with every ounce of skepticism you could muster.
"HONEST!" Woel affirms.
"SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE." You reply.
"Yeah, well fuck you. I'll see ya later!" Woel harumphs.
"Fuck you too, Woel! Love ya!" You reply as you both hang up.
Goddamn you don't know what to do with her, or yourself, or whatever the fuck your odd relationship with Woel was.
With a groan, you head back down belowdecks to your quarters, where Heerman and Johnston were already fast asleep. Of course, Heerman was sleeping like a normal person, while Johnston was sprawled all over her bed and snoring loudly like a foghorn. Thank god you were used to it.
You quickly change out of your uniform into your pajamas and slide into your bed. You'd probably have a few hours of sleep before daybreak, so you should get as much as you could...
>You had a weird dream.
>You didn't have any dreams.
>Other
>>48188486
>>You had a weird dream.
>>48188486
>>You had a weird dream.
>>48188486
>You had a weird dream.
>>48188486
>You had a weird dream.
Plot!
>>48188486
>You had a weird dream.
Why is this even a choice?
>>48188486
>>You had a weird dream.
>>48188486
>>You had a lewd dream.
>>48188486
>>>You had a lewd dream.
>>48188486
When you hear the sounds of waves crashing up on an alien beach, your herat stops when you're afraid you're back on that frozen sea again. Your eyes snap open and your head swivels like a turret to gauge your surroundings. Thankfully, you weren't at the frozen sea.... but the black beach wasn't that much more of a heartening location.
"Well shit." You grumble.
"My my, you certainly are an odd one." That voice from before chuckles. "So odd, I felt that it was worth pulling you back here!"
"And where is 'here?'" You ask, slowly getting up to your feet, black sand crunching under your bare feet.
"Oh, nowhere particularly important." The voice says happily. "Besides, I didn't bring you here to ask questions. In fact, I wanted to ask YOU one."
"Well... ask away, then." You grunt, looking around at the darkened beach. "Not like there's anything else to do here."
"Oh, you have no idea!" The voice giggles. "You saw the frozen sea, didn't you?"
"Um, yeah." You answer hesitatingly.
"Ha, you went to the home of the Abyssals, and came back in one piece! A normal human would have never stood a chance!" The voice says with excitement.
"I suppose you're trying to get to point with all this?" You glower at nowhere in particular.
"All right, all right. Serious time." The voice takes a deep breath to calm itself down. "They offered place among their ranks, didn't they? To 'make you beautiful?'"
"Y-yeah." Your body involuntarily shivers at those words.
"So why did you say no? You practically rejected nigh unlimited power!" The voice continues. "Why? Now, I'm not judging you or anything, I'm just genuinely interested in your reasoning!"
Why...?
>I was scared of what I would become.
>Because they're the goddamn enemy.
>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>Other
>>48188664
>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>>48188664
>>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>>48188664
>>Other
because that's boring
>>48188664
>>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>>Other
"and i pretty much like what i am now"
>>48188664
>I was scared of what I would become.
>>48188664
>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>Other
Also free will and all that.
>>48188664
>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>>48188664
>>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>>Other
>My job is to defend people who can't defend themselves, not destroy them.
>>48188664
>>I didn't want to betray my sisters
>>48188664
>I didn't want to betray my sisters.
>>48188664
"Well, I didn't want to betray my sisters." You say as if it were the most simple and natural answer ever. "And, well, all the other shipgirls I fought with, too. Even Sweet Pea."
"Interesting!" The voice laughs. "You humans and shipgirls take so much pride in your free will and individuality, yet cannot bear to be apart from each other! A magnificent paradox!"
"Um, okay?" You blink, not really sure what this damn voice was getting at.
"Oh, I'm sorry if this is all utterly confusing to you. It's quite common among everybody who finds their way here." The voice explains rather weakly. "But know this, Hoel. One way or another, this war of yours will end soon. All the pieces on both sides have been set, and all that's left is to see who makes the first move..."
"Is it in your nature to be a cryptic as fucking possible?" You groan.
"My apologies. I'm a very secretive being by nature!" The voice laughs. "But, well, I did put you through the trouble of bringing you here, and you DID answer my question. So.... I suppose it's only fair I'll let you ask me a question as well!"
Wait what?
How could you even decide?
"Tick tock..." The voice warns.
>What are you?
>What are the Abyssals?
>What are we?
>Why are we fighting?
>Other
>>48188814
>What are you?
We already know the answers to the other questions.
>>48188814
>>Other
any other way to talk to you, this whole weird beach thing is kinda a hassle and you sound like you could use a friend.
>>48188814
>What are you?
>>48188814
>>What are the Abyssals?
And please don't say Vahlen's been dissecting our fellow USN/IJN/RCN/RN/KM/whatever-country-had-a-fleet-in-WWII shipgirls
Hey Mec, I noticed that Pixel still does art for your quests from time to time. Does he take requests?
>>48188814
>What are we?
>>48188814
>>What are you
>>48188814
>Why are we fighting?
>>48188863
>Hey Mec, I noticed that Pixel still does art for your quests from time to time. Does he take requests?
If you can find him! And he'll generally draw what interests him, but no guarantees!
>>48188814
"What are you?" You ask, looking around the dark sky.
"What am I?" The voice chuckles. "You could say that I'm an interested party in this conflict, and in particular, I'm interested in your side winning."
"Well, THAT much I could have guessed." You frown. "Are you like, God or something?"
"Depending on your point of view." The voice remains frustratingly vague. "But yes, I do have a presence in 'your' world. I could be the wind behind your ear, that person standing just beyond your vision, or just a simple cat strolling by..."
"Anything actually useful that you could tell me?" You sigh.
"I've already told you quite a lot!" The voice says with mock indignation. "But I suppose it's quite true for me to say that I'm something like your creator! Or... father might be more accurate. Human words are always so complicated..."
"You... CREATED us?" You blink.
"Well of course!" The voice says as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "You really think ships can come back as little girls with guns bolted onto them naturally? I've had to twist and break quite a few things to pull that off!"
You're not sure how to handle this.
>Okay, that's it. I'm out. Wake me up already.
>Huh, I guess that makes sense.
>So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
>Other
>>48188982
>So i guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
>>48188982
>>So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
>>48188982
>>So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
>>48188982
>>So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
>>48188895
https://youtu.be/3Ps85649fWk
>>48188982
>Huh, I guess that makes sense.
>>48188982
>>So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
>>48188982
>>So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat.
Lol
>>48188982
"So I guess that means it's your fault Sweet Pea is always flat, then." You conclude.
And the voice just laughs, and laughs, and LAUGHS.
"Goodness!" The voice wheezes, still broken up with laughter. "You're always all full of surprises!"
"Yeah, well, it's what I do." You shrug. This voice dude didn't seem to be all that bad. "So, any particular reason why Sweet Pea is fla- er, is the way she is?"
"I just find it a very amusing and endearing character trait of hers." The voice admits.
"Well, I suppose we've both overstayed our welcome." The voice finally manages to calm down. "This will probably be the last time we'll be able to directly speak for a while. Is there anything you want to say before we part?"
>You're fuckin' weird.
>Thanks for the help, I guess?
>Ya know, Sweet Pea really deserves a break, ya know what I mean?
>Other
>>48189083
>>Thanks for the help, I guess?
>>48189083
>You're fuckin' weird.
>>48189083
>Ya know, Sweet Pea really deserves a break, ya know what I mean?
She's a good girl.
>>48189083
>>Ya know, Sweet Pea really deserves a break, ya know what I mean?
>>48189083
>Ya know, Sweet Pea really deserves a break, ya know what I mean?
>>48189083
>>Ya know, Sweet Pea really deserves a break, ya know what I mean?
>>48189083
>You're fuckin' weird.
>>48189083
>>You're fuckin' weird.
>>48189083
"Ya know, Sweet Pea really deserves a break, ya know what I mean?" You suggest. "I mean, she may be pretty uptight and mean, but it's not like she's BAD or anything..."
"Hmmmm, I'll give it some thought." The voice concedes. "Well, it looks like our time's up. Ta ta!"
Your eyes flutter open for a second time, this time you find yourself back in the thankfully familiar interior of your quarters on board the Tarawa. Thank god.
You pause at those last two words. That dream you had back on the black beach... was it just a dream or was it real? You couldn't really tell. Even know, most of the details were starting to get fuzzy in your head.
>Ah, whatever. You'll worry about it later.
>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>Other
>>48189143
>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>>THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
>>48189143
>Other
Sweet lord have some tact about it.
>>48189143
Well, THERE WAS ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT IF THIS WAS A DREAM OR NOT. You quickly get dressed and cleaned up, making sure not to wake Heerman or Johnston since it was still a bit early, and quickly make your way over to Portland's quarters. Given her nature, it wouldn't be surprising if she was the first one to be awake out of all of you. She'd probably answer the door if you knocked, no problem.
You knock on the door, trying to look as casual as possible when Portland opens it mere seconds later. You could see she was already cleaned up and groomed, though her normally ponytailed hair hadn't been tied up and was hanging freely. And goddamnit she already had her uniform on, so you couldn't immediately tell if she was, er, "different" or not.
"Hoel, you're up awfully early." Portland frowns with suspicion. "What are you planning?"
>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
>Try pinging her with radar.
>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>Other
>>48189257
>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>>48189257
>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
>>48189257
>>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
>>48189257
>>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>>48189257
>>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
failing that
>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>>48189257
>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
>>48189257
>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
>>48189257
>>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>>48189257
>>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
She's probably used to our shenanigans anyway. Plus, the knowledge of the change might even make her happy!
>>48189257
>>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>>48189257
>>Take the most obvious and direct course of action.
>>48189257
>Try to play it cool. Smooth talk her!
Rolled 4, 6, 3 = 13 (3d20)
>>48189257
Well, there was only one way to tell for sure.
You reach your arm out and grope Portland's chest.
As you do so, the both of you stare at each rather awkwardly.
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 20 (1d20)
>>48189334
we ded
Rolled 13 (1d20)
>>48189334
>>48189340
not with that attitude we aren't.
>>48189340
inb4 nat 1 cancellation
plz not my 20
Rolled 4 (1d20)
>>48189334
Dice dice.
>>48189340
We need to use this.
>>48189340
WE LIVE!
>>48189351
last roll scrapes through!
>>48189334
>>48189340
Merc, its obviously Y we want to save it, no one gonna die here, except socially
>>48189366
we gotta use it. For portland
>>48189340
We're not ded today!
>>48189340
AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh dear lord, so you guys want to convert that crit to a FATE POINT? You currently have 3 points!
>Y
>N
>>48189433
>>N
>>48189433
>N
3 is enough, it's time for MAXIMUM SHENANIGAN!
>>48189433
>N
3, oh boy I didn't know we had that many!
>>48189433
>little y
against the tide
>>48189340
Well, some god-like entity that turned out to be.
>>48189496
>it turns out 'god' is sort of a troll
>>48189547
Is there not a board for quests? Or am I just insane?
>>48189433
Portland just stares at your hand pressing against her chest, and then gives a blank stare at you. For a second, you were genuinely afraid that she'd just EXPLODE at you in an epic fit of rage that no mortal had ever seen. You wince as you brace for impact.
And nothing happens.
You look back at Portland to see her face as red as an overheating boiler. She then grabs your hand, and you're briefly afraid she's going to separate it from the rest of your body, or at the very least break some of your fingers. However, she merely pushes your arm off her chest and then spins around, her body shuddering.
And then she just passes out.
Wait what.
Wait WHAT.
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!?
DID YOU JUST MAKE SWEET PEA SWOON BY GROPING HER?!?!
YOU ARE NOW VERY SCARED AND CONFUSED.
Almost instinctively, you kneel down to check on the fallen cruiser right when the worst possible thing could have happened.
"Hi, Hoel!" Anna chimes as she skips down the hall to greet you and screeches to halt when she sees you kneeling over Portland's fallen body. "How are you- OHMYGODWHYAREYOUMOLESTINGPORTLAND."
Shit.
>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week, and don't forget Infinite Stars on Saturday!
>>48189605
>"How are you- >OHMYGODWHYAREYOUMOLESTINGPORTLAND."
"MOLESTMETOOHOEL"
>>48189605
Oh no, now Anna is going to think we're a loose ship who'll motorboat any girl.
Also thanks for running Merc.
>>48189605
Thats like a nat 1
best girl caught us in the act AND we didn't get the answer we were looking for, did her boobs up a cup?
>>48189628
>best girl caught us in the act
Implying this is a bad thing.
>>48189605
Thanks for the run, Merc!Who do you think the shipgirls main in Overwatch? I'm thinking Hoel plays Tracer.
>>48189634
I really want to romance Portland AND Anna, this is going to be torture no matter what gets chosen.
Unless we get both but dreams will be dreams.
>>48189634
next update we need to judo throw anna into the ocean, she is going to be redlining in a nanosecond
>>48189650
Anna plays Lucio.
>>48189755
I was thinking that Anna would be the Mercy player that would try to keep up with the people she's healing with....even if it means heading straight into the thick of the fighting.
>>48189605
Did she just orgasmed?
