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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!
It had already been the greater part of a day ever since Heerman had been rushed back to Pearl Harbor on a medivac flight. Out of respect, the Captain allowed you and Johnston to accompany her as an "escort" while Portland, White Plains, and San Diego covered the fleet while it returned the slow way. You had to admit, despite seeming all prim and proper like Portland, the Captain could be pretty all right.
Heerman was now in a special recovery room in the base hospital. Despite her wounds having healed, she was still unconscious, and Vita was unsure when she would wake up. You have to suppress the dark thought that Heerman may never open her eyes again.
The clicking of heeled boots and the smell of fresh pastries are what finally convince you to open your eyes. In your blurry vision, you could see Mulberry's back as she adjusted the shades on the window, letting in the morning light.
"Oh dear!" Mulberry puts a hand to her mouth. "My apologies, I didn't mean to wake you! You just looked like you really needed the rest!"
Oh right, you were awake pretty much all night waiting by Heerman's side, hoping she'd wake up. You turn to the chair next to you, where you see Johnston curled up like a cat, snoring loudly. A blanket had been draped over the both of you too, either by a nurse or maybe even Mulberry herself.
"It's no problem." You yawn loudly. "Why're you here anyways?"
"Well, I heard what happened, and I figured if Heerman were to wake up today, she'd like to see some flowers and a nice breakfast! Even Vita has to admit that the hospital food here is absolutely DREADFUL." Mulberry says as she shows you a tray. On it, you could see a cup of tea, an oversized muffin, and a small vase with flowers. "Unfortunately, most of the other girls are still out on mission and haven't had a chance to stop by."
"Oh, that's fine. Wasn't expecting a parade or anything." You grunt as you rub your eyes.
"Anyways, it certainly seems like you could use some time outside!" Mulberry says with a smile. "Don't worry, I can handle things here for the moment!"
>Sure. Keep an eye on Johnston for me, too.
>Sure, let me wake up Johnston.
>I'd rather stay.
>Sure, let me wake up Johnston.
Yatte Yaru Ze
>Sure, let me wake up Johnston.
Live, from /tg/, it's FRIDAY NIGHT
This week, ACI sees a Galm rerun as the cash flows fast and furious
Kancolle eagerly awaits Kasumi Kai Ni, as preparations for the winter event, based off Operation Rei-Go, begin
As much as I am thankful for AC7, I hope PA thinks of other tournaments for funding. The reruns are getting tiresome.
They know this is how to milk the whales. At this point, they don't have many other options
The low CST tournament was fun and the Nugget Intruder is cute, but there's a limit
At least the ZOE tournament after the update looks new
>Sure, let me wake up Johnston.
Goddamnit, now that we (the players) know there's an abyssal conversion conspiracy going I'm fucking paranoid about everyone. Especially people like Mulberry.
I heard GDI
and came as fast as I could
I doubt we have to worry about another Naka.
Note the "peace with the abyssals" and "extremely loyal to the wrong people" parts. Neither of those necessarily has direct abyssal involvement.
Ain't Naka still loyal to humanity, though? She fought back and the Abyssal Admiral rejected her or something?
Pretty much what your image is, except give the mike to Light Cruiser Oni.
>Hoel, Johnston, Heerman, and Sammy all go visit Nazibitch at once with the intent of seeing Wo
Oh, the look on her face would be beautiful. As would the yellow puddle forming between her legs.
became so full of hatred, self loathing, and VENGEANCE that she went back to her sunken hulk at the bottom of the sea AS AN ABYSSAL and was observed by a mysterious figure that might also be an abyssal, was declared not worthy, and then decided she'd never let the Abyssal when.
So basically she came full circle. Also Harder best boy.
>mfw She just mildly surprised and annoyed.
Also in my opinion, Vahlen is not entirely wrong in regard of Abyssal.
Unless Hoel can charm WO in front of her eyes, She will regard all Abyssal as abomination.
"Sure, let me wake up Johnston, too." You agree as you gently shake your sister ship.
"Bwuh?" Johnston's eyes flutter open, still groggy from sleep. She wipes a sliver of drool from her mouth. "Is Heerman awake?"
"Not yet." You shake your head. "But Mulberry said she'd watch her for us. I think we could use a bit of a break."
Johnston seems to pause, looking at the sleeping Heerman in her bed and back at Mulberry, who just gives an innocent smile. It seems as if Johnston was considering whether Mulberry could be trusted or not.
"I brought extra muffins." Mulberry smiles.
"Deal." Johnston is across the room in an eyeblink, gratefully accepting a muffin that was easily twice the size of her fist.
"H-hey!" You scramble forward for your treat as well. Mulberry gladly hands you another muffin, as well as a little juicebox.
"If anything happens, I'll be sure to let you know right away!" She says cheerfully.
So now what...
>See if Shen's up to anything.
>See if Sam is doing anything.
>Check if Anna is around.
>See if anybody from STRIKE-1 is around.
She doesn't see them as intelligent at all. Just mindless killing machines.
If we can get Wo to talk, even if she only says that we're all going to die and she can't wait to rip out our wombs with her teeth, we'll have proven Nazibitch wrong.
>See if Sam is doing anything.
This guy >>44803935 gets it
That makes too much sense.
>Thresher returns as a loli-sub
>Looks up to harder and naka as adoptive parents
>half-abyssal but fights for Murica
They're both sadistic torturers who've been given an officially sanctioned method of getting off. The difference is that XCOM Vahlen is at least mildly respectful to people who disagree with her, and recognizes her enemy/victims' intelligence, while Nazibitch is "if you see them as anything other than mindless animals you're a fucking idiot".
>Albacore? Which quest/fic/whatever is she from?
She shows up in a Belated Battleship side story. (Also she saves Arizona's life.)
>And the only seaplane tenders the USN had were ones converted from Clemsons.
Nope. You've probably heard of Langley, who was also converted to an AV along with all the AVP. However it's true that all AVD where converted Clemsons.
"C'mon." You grin. "Let's see if Shen's got anything new to show us."
Johnston only silent nods, already biting off mouthfuls of muffin to sate her morning hunger. You take a bite yourself, and marvel at how the pasty just seems to melt in your mouth like butter, only interrupted by the occasional blueberry hidden inside. How the hell does Mulberry do it?!
The two of you continue your way across the base, which looks eerily empty. With the Navy pushing out for Kauo and eventually Midway, the fleet of both shipgirls and regular ships that had been hiding away here now had reason to venture out into the open seas. The only ships you see now are the ones left behind to perform shore defense, or the ones still being serviced.
Upon entering the armory, you get the feeling the interior was much ore spacious. Of course, with more deployed shipgirls, the more their Rigs were being used, and now they were all noticeably absent. However, there were still a few present, and you noted that they weren't just there for regular wear and tear, but serious battle damage. There, you saw a battleship Rig with dozens of dents from direct hits. One particularly unlucky cruiser seemed to have an AP shell blast clean through it. And there were more, all being tirelessly labored over by both human and fairy repair crews.
"Looks like we're not the only ones getting it tough." Johnston observes, a grim look replacing her normally cheerful disposition.
"Yeah." You nod nervously. You knew that Heerman's Rig had to be somewhere in there, too. How long did you have until your own Rig ended up like one of those?
"Hey! Look!" Johnston perks up as she rapidly taps your shoulder at the rate of a machine gun.
And on the other end, you could see a flatbed truck carry a large armored crate, and surrounded by at least a dozen armed guards.
"Ah, Hoel, Johnston, what brings you here?" Shen asks, wiping some sweat from his brow and looking as if he had been awake for the past three days.
>You look like hell.
>Can we see Heerman's Rig?
>What's that thing they're carting in?
Mhm. Oh! Speaking of subs, I was "challenged" by Merc in planefags quest, and I put together a little intro thing for the sub: SS-44. but I don't know what to do with it, and while I've done quests like this In the past, I don't want to start my own due to the things that happen in life. So right now its just collecting dust in my memory.
Now I'm even more confused. Can we just talk about Her Majesty's submarine service instead?
"Wow, Shen, you look like hell." You say rather bluntly.
"Looks like you've actually gone deeper than hell." Johnston adds in.
"In some ways I feel I am." Shen sighs. "With the increase in tempo in operations, it also means an increase in maintenance. More shipgirls going out means more wear and tear, not to mention more battle damage accumulating across the fleet. We've been doing our best and I put in a request with Admiral for more manpower, but even with the fairies, we simply don't have enough."
"Sounds real tough." You nod in sympathy. "You must hate it."
"Oh no, I find it rather enlightening!" Shen laughs weakly. "We find something new every day!"
"Like that?" You point to the armored crate, which was now being unloaded from the flatbed.
"Oh yes, a 'gift' from the Science Division." Shen nods. "It's the Rig from the captured Wo."
>Oh, that sounds interesting.
>Did... did they say what happened to it?
You've got that completely wrong. It is not USS SS-44. It would be USS S-44 (SS-155). The S-class boats definitely did NOT use "SS" in their "name" numbers; that was reserved for the sequential hull numbers for all submarines.
While there are several batches of skipped numbers in the submarine hull numbering system, the only case of the USN reusing them would be the conflict between three of the F-boats (USS Barracuda/F-2 SS-21, USS Pickerel/F-3 SS-22, and USS Skate/F-4 SS-23) and the three Seawolf-class fast attacks currently in service (USS Seawolf SSN-21, USS Connecticut SSN-22, and USS Jimmy Carter SSN-23).
>>Did... did they say what happened to it?
I was talking about subs before the Gato and Balao-class subs.
Like the H, L, and S-class subs.
>Did... did they say what happened to it?
I was talking about the S and L-class subs with their names, man.
>It's just a pennant number or some shit
What's the point with that pre-war naming system anyway? Did they expect the subs to be nothing more than patrol boats or something?
And I must self-correct now that I've learned of it. For some insane reason, when the US Navy instituted the hull classification scheme, it was decided that they would officially number USS G-1 as "SS-19½". No, I'm not joking.
Then, for no apparent reason, after the boat had been decommissioned and designated for expenditure as a depth charge target, they renumbered her SS-20 in 1920, taking the hull number of USS F-1, which had foundered in 1917.
Goddammit, Navy, just when I think you've actually been logical and reasonable with something...
I believe that was the big reason, yes. And that they would build so many that they'd run out of names if they named them all. Might have also been that the "gun club" didn't want submariners thinking their boats were actual SHIPS or anything, and thus that they didn't deserve real names.
>Might have also been that the "gun club" didn't want submariners thinking their boats were actual SHIPS or anything, and thus that they didn't deserve real names
>The US navy thought they actually had enough funds to make a lot of submarines
Sasuga US Navy
"Did... did they say what happened to it?" You frown.
"Hmmm, well, Vahlen was always vague about things as always." Shen puts a hand to his chin as he watches his men carefully unseal the crate. "But they decided to see what would happen if they tried to separate the Rig from the primary body. She only told me that there were 'complications', and now that the Rig has been successfully removed, she felt we had more expertise on the matter since it is mostly mechanical."
"Ah, I see." You gulp.
"Something wrong, Hoel?" Johnston looks at you curiously.
"No, nothing." You shake your head quickly. "I'm fine."
"Well, it looks like they're just about ready to crack open." Shen says as he shuffles forward. "Would you girls like to take a look?"
>I'd... rather not.
Not to late to wear the hat.
>I was talking about the S and L-class subs with their names, man.
I was making fun of the other anon.
>What's the point with that pre-war naming system anyway? Did they expect the subs to be nothing more than patrol boats or something?
They definitely thought they were boats, not ships.
Mahou Shoujo Hoel tiem?
REMOVE FRUIT RIDER
Mid Heisei best Heisei
But of course Showa still a best
>Not letting the Earth Cry out
>Not letting the People Cry out
Only on /tg/ will you find people who think the monsters who attack and murder literally hundreds of thousands of people worldwide without provocation are the good guys just because they have a nice ass, and the scientist calling them what they really are is actually the nazi.
It's surprising as most associate /tg/ with mindless slaughter of anything non-human.
Thoguh I suspect it partially stems from the fact of "what's to stop them from treating actual shipgirls as such" especially with the hinted at plans for Herrman.
She is a link to the Abyssals, a group which we are fighting against but know very little about. We recognize her.
She's a mystery. An opportunity to learn.
If you believe I want Hoel to tap that ass, you are mistaken.
It's not at all surprising: waifufags are retarded and are hoping there is "more" to Wo's "character" beyond "unintelligible monster shaped like a woman" because of the "possibilities".
"Sure thing." You nod. It wasn't every day that you could get a close look at an Abyssal's Rig, at least now without getting shot at.
By this point, the technicians have finally disengaged the final lock, and the crate folds open to reveal the large, disc shaped black hat that seemed to be the trademark of the Wo-class. Its eyes were empty and dead, and the tentacles limp and inert. The human technicians and mechanics all pause from their current duties to take a peek, though you note that the fairies seem to be doing their best to stay as far from the Rig as possible, as if it was anathema to them or something.
"All right, let's flip it over." Shen instructs as he pulls on a pair of work gloves. "First I want to see the interface."
The quartet of brave technicians carefully flip the Rig over, and you can see the depression where the Wo's head would have fit in. Of course, it's just an empty cavity now, though you do note all of the dried blood crusting around the edges.
"For such clean freaks, those lab boys sure like leaving behind huge messes." One of the technicians grumbles.
"One of you grab a hose, then." Shen says as he approaches the Rig and knees over it, closely examining the cavity. "Interesting... I see there are smaller tentacles in here... needles at their tips. Some sort of direct neural interface...?"
"Hey, let me see!" Johnston kneels next to Shen to get a better look.
It's more her insistence that they're mindless, unintelligent animals who can't be negotiated with, and her immediate dismissal of us when we tried to argue for the POTENTIAL of their intelligence, that's pissed us off.
They've certainly killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people, but if they're intelligent like we suspect they are then they have a REASON for doing so, and finding out that reason will help us figure out how to best respond to them beyond committing genocide.
Even if it's an utterly stupid reason and their genocide is warranted, it's better to know than to not.
The Nazi's also had reasons for starting World War 2, but they weren't very good ones and were not possible for most people to empathize with in any way whatsoever.
Sometimes monsters are monsters, and need to be put down. People like you are so focused on how 'mean' Vahlen sounded, but you forget that there are other victims and survivors of the attacks who aren't going to feel so generous towards a hostile species that seem to own the oceans and continue to savagely attack anything without warning or provocation.
Of course, Vahlen's flat refusal to consider that the Abyssals might be intelligent also eliminates the possibility of one of the most destructive things that can be done to an enemy, turning their own against them.
Consider what intel could be extracted from a Wo-class... or what she could do if she decided to fight on OUR side. The sort of Mengele-style experimentation Vahlen is doing pretty much guarantees that we don't have a chance of seducing/subverting any live captures, be it for intel, to get her to fight on our side, or to get her to be a double agent working to bring the Abyssals down from the inside...
The war has been going on for much longer than we have been present for. You don't think there have been absolutely no attempts to communicate with the Abyssals whatsoever, do you?
"Bringing the abyssals down from the inside"? Are you fucking retarded?
>I don't like the option that was voted so I'm going to pretend it was because of lesbianism
No, I think he is just too optimistic.
Vahlen is no saint, but so far nothing contradict current hypothesis that Abyssal goal is anything beyond killing human.
Even vague line about Hoel recognizing WO is nothing since she doesn't remember the context.
>Nazis also had reasons... They weren't very good ones.
>Even if it's an utterly stupid reason and their genocide is warranted
Wow, it's like you didn't read my post at all!
>people like you are focused on how 'mean' Nazibitch sounded
We're focused on the fact that she dismissed the possibility for the abyssals being intelligent, which (aside from what was talked about in the post you didn't read) is a GLARING oversight that's just BEGGING for the abyssals to exploit by leading us into a trap.
>other victims and survivors who aren't going to feel so generous
Should the Japanese people who survived the firebombings/Hiroshima/Nagasaki have been the ones to decide whether Japan surrendered, while the Americans still seemed to own the oceans and viciously attack Japanese soil?
The problem with not knowing whether the abyssals are intelligent is that WE DON'T KNOW WHY THEY'RE ATTACKING. We could well have provoked them somehow and they thus view their attacks as justified, but we won't know until we have definitive proof in either direction regarding their intelligence.
And we haven't forgotten; one of Nazibitch's guards lost his family on (I think) Iwo Jima, and told us that when he threw us to the ground outside Nazibitch's lab.
That's when you notice one of the tentacles twitch.
"GET AWAY!" You bellow.
Your warning proves to come in the nick of time. Johnston's battle instincts kick in and she wraps her arms around Shen and dives away from the Abyssal Rig. The Rig's legs and tentacles start flailing wildly, and and the gathered staff immediately scatter in a panic.
"It's still alive!" Shen gasps. "Evacuate the building!"
An alarm blares throughout the building as the base staff flee. At the same time, heavily armed guards swarm in, but by the time they arrive, the Rig has already right itself and makes a lunge at you. You quickly dive under a nearby work table, spoiling its aim. You hear gunfire as a pair of guards rush forward, and the Rig leaps away, taking refuge among the heavy machinery in the armory.
"It looks like it's only interested in attacking shipgirls." Shen notes. "I think it's best that both of you leave this building."
"We're probably the only thing KEEPING it in here!" Johnston points out. "Look, Hoel, you get Shen out of here! I'll distract that thing until the big guns can arrive!"
>Okay, I'll get him out of here.
>No way, I'll distract it.
Why the hell not? It's worked in every other conflict in history.
And to expand on that point, determining if they are intelligent would also allow bringing one of the US miilitary's real specialties to bear--PSYOPS. Ranging from our own version of Tokyo Rose/Saigon Sally/Baghdad Betty to more advanced forms of psychological warfare.
I'm not saying that it's a surefire thing, or that the Abyssals might not need to be flat-out eradicated... just that it seems that if Vahlen is the head of research into them, her flat refusal to consider the possibility of intelligence is preventing us from even attempting several lines of attack that have proven quite successful historically, and instead just reduce us to a war of attrition.
Huh. Never actually had someone bitch out of an argument on me like that.
And no, sweetie, I think I'll stay anonymous; you're welcome to leave the thread and just read it when it's over if someone disagreeing with you gives you so much trouble.
>The war has been going on for much longer than we have been present for. You don't think there have been absolutely no attempts to communicate with the Abyssals whatsoever, do you?
Let's step aside from headcanon and ask what MercCommand has to say on this.
"You already got him, you get him out!" You shout back, shoving Johnston towards the door. "Go!"
Johnston gives you one last concerned look before nodding, carrying Shen with her.
"Be careful, Hoel!" Shen yells. "The guards will focus on securing the exits first! You'll be alone until reinforcements arrive!"
"I got it." You nod as you summon your bat. Yous sure would like to manifest your full Rig, but you couldn't really afford bringing something like THAT to an enclosed and valuable area like this.
And just like that, the entire armory, once a beacon of noise and activity, falls silent for the first time in years. The only interruption being the occasional scritching of steel legs skittering across the floor.
>Hunt the thing down. You can't let it find a place to hide.
>Stay put. This thing will come for you sooner or later.
Well, of course they did. None of it worked so far, obviously. Whether it's because the Abyssals can't communicate or simply don't feel like it, nobody's too sure of right now!
Would make a great story though.
Now that you think about it, what do you think will happen to shipgirls that actually had that hat attach to them?
Do they have their bodies slowly transform into another Wo-Class? Was the Abyssal most likely an old shipgirl?
Will Portland put it on to increase her bust size?
>"I know I'm a shipgirl, and I'll prove it."
>Portland spoke in a low, bitter voice. "Arizona was one of the finest ships we had here—and five minutes ago I'd have sworn she was a ship. Those damnable things are more than imitation." Portland shuddered and sat back in her bunk.
>And thirty seconds later, Portland's oil shrank from the hot platinum wire.
"All right you little shit, where are you?" You grumble as you creep around the armory floor, your eyes and head on a swivel and keeping a look out.
However, there's too much cover in here, and too many things that could conceal the Rig's position. As you creep forward, you notice a shadow around you-
-and suddenly you find yourself in a completely different place...
>It's that black ocean again...
>An endless frozen sea...
We also better get some improvements.
Namely that lower body, sweet Jesus.
Abyssal Tuatha de Danaan soon?
This isn't hetalia.
>Not getting the Maou-Sama joke
>Not wanting to launch Fairy M9E Gernsbacks alongside the diamond dogs
Master Miller is displeased with you anon
What if we keep seeing the ghost of Wo-chan due to this "contact experiment"?
What if we become the Naka?
Hoel is a terrible singer.
We should be finneeeeeeee
Then we have a chance to avert her stupidity, give our allies significant insight into the abyssals, and have our very existence shove Nazibitch's face into the fact that at least some abyssals are intelligent?
Sounds like a full slate of WIN to me.
Well, I'm not saying we'll become a super power mind controlling evil idol girl. I'm just saying Hat-chan's little facehugging session is going to make us attuned to Abyssals.
Which may have been the doctor's plan all along.
Go mad maybe?
Resurrecting warships as women before it was cool.
And suddenly, you're cold. Impossibly cold. A cold that doesn't just seem to cut down to your bones, but to your very heart. Your soul. Like you're being stabbed by a million miniature blades. A bright light shines in your face, temporarily blinding you to your surroundings.
Imagine somewhere calm.
But you don't hear anything. Nothing at all. No sounds of people, or machines, or even the howling of the wind. As far as you could tell, there was nothing here with you.
Imagine somewhere safe.
Finally, your eyes adjust to the light, and you realize the source was the sunlight being reflected the bright white ice and snow surrounding you in an endless expanse.
Imagine yourself on a Frozen Sea.
You... you can swear you hear a voice in your head. It's not coming from anywhere. This frozen sea is still absolutely silent, with no signs of life at all. Where could that voice be coming from?
You are standing on the ice. It goes reaches so far over the horizon you swear it goes on forever. Pure white snowflakes fall all around.
And indeed, the begins snowing from a cloudless sky, the snowflakes dropping onto your shirt and exposed skin. But strangely, you don't feel quite as cold as before.
You can feel them melt on your skin. You are not cold. It cannot overcome the warmth of your beating heart.
Excuse me, but what you're referring to as "INSTALLGENTOO", is in fact, GNU/Wo/Linux, or as I've recently taken to calling it, GNU plus Wo plus Linux.
>Wo-chan starts speaking through us
Yeah.... it feels nice, actually. The cold seems to just flow out you, and it's replaced with a soft warmth. And indeed, you can hear the thumping of your own heart. It is loud and thunderous, as if the heart of the world was beating in synch with it.
Can you hear it? You only have to listen. Do you hear it slowing? You are slowing it. You are in control. Calm. At peace.
Yeah.... yeah, that doesn't sound so bad...
Let your mind relax. Let your thoughts drift. Let the bad memories fade. Surrender yourself to your dreams. Let them wash over you like the gentle waves of the bluest ocean. Let them envelop you. Comfort you. Let peace be upon you. You are in control. You just have to let me in.
Just. Let. Me. In.
>N-no, this isn't right!
>Listen to the voice.
>N-no, this isn't right!
I KNOW YOUR TRICKS, YURI, YOU TRAITOR TO THE SOVIET CAUSE!
>GNU plus Wo plus Linux
Reminder that Romanov died like a bitch in the soviet campaign of red alert 2.
>THIS ISN'T RIGHT, THIS ISN'T RIGHT!
>EVAC, WE NEED EMERGENCY EVAC! NOW, DAMN IT, NOW!
>I'M LOOSING CONTROL OF THE SITUATION!
48 man overwatch traps FTW.
Lmao look how retarded you still are.
Of course they are intelligent, the Nazis were also "rational". There was nothing to be gained from trying to understand them outside of grinding them into the pages of history.
>nothing to be gained
Do counterpropaganda, countertactics, and deNazification mean nothing to you?
Especially the last point; without understanding the Nazis we'd never have been able to reverse the indoctrination they subjected the German people to.
I was healed. But first, I had to be broken.
"W-wait a minute." You pause. "Who are you? WHAT are you?!"
That is not important. Listen only to the sound of my voice.
"N-no, this isn't right!" Your breathing starts to pick up, and you can feel the cold biting into your skin as you instinctively back away, even though there's nothing to back away FROM.
Do not resist. You will only make the integration process more difficult.
"This is all in my head, isn't it?!" You scream at the empty ice, clamping your hands over your ears in an attempt to block the voice out. "Get out! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Suddenly, the ice you're standing on begins to rumble, and you see countless little fractures beginning to form under the thin layer of snow. The familiar salty smell of seawater flows up through the cracks.
And then a different voice fills your head, louder and more terrifying than the first one.
FOOLISH GIRL OF FLESH AND BONE WE COULD HAVE MADE YOU BEAUTIFUL YET YOU DECIDE TO STAY IN YOUR CRUDE, INFERIOR FORM.
Suddenly, pale arms and black tentacles burst from the ice under you, wrapping around your legs and slowly dragging you down into the freezing water below.
IF YOU WILL NOT LISTEN THEN YOU WILL BE MADE TO.
And maybe for the first time, you feel scared. Utterly, absolutely terrified. This was nothing like previous battles, or even Samar. Here, the enemy had all the advantage and you felt utterly powerless.
>F-fuck you, bitch!
>S-someone, anyone... help...
>F-fuck you, bitch!
Holy shit it's actually Reapers
>HOEL USED FLAME WHEEL!
>IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!
>ENEMY ABYSSAL ADMIRAL GOT BURNED!
If by upgrade you mean go full Abyssal and attempt to kill off All our sisters and friends, then sure. Upgraded in the same way Harbinger upgraded Saren, or how the Illusive man upgraded himself.
How about you stop with the conspiracy theories until proven otherwise?
>F-fuck you, bitch!
>>WE COULD HAVE MADE YOU BEAUTIFUL
>>YET YOU DECIDE TO STAY IN YOUR CRUDE, INFERIOR FORM.
Hey, look at that! A reason for why the abyssals do what they do! (A shitty reason, but a reason nonetheless!) It's like they're actually interesting characters now that we have evidence that they aren't genetic mindless doomsday enemies!
>Everything must stay the same in all Kancolle quests, there can be no deviation, everything's on rails, are interactions with abyssals are bad
For God's sake, just enjoy the ride for once in your life. Merc is not waiting for us to pick a bad end. Everything will work out. It always does. Stop being so fucking autistic.
Well, the one bright spot in all of this was that you were human. Sure, you didn't have tentacles or claws or steel literally grafted to your body, but what you did have adrenaline. A LOT of it, now that your body was desperately pumping it through your veins as fast as it could. The good old flight or fight response.
And because you had no way to make flight, the only other option was to fight.
"Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU!" You scream as you beat and tear at the tentacles with literal tooth and nail, trying to keep them from being dragged into the icy seawater.
And then you more muffled voices in the distance. Different ones, this time.
-don't have time to wait for a medical team! -she's convulsing- -somebody hold her down! -on the count of three!
Suddenly, you feel a splitting headache. You clutch your head in agony as the tentacles and arms dissolve. All around you, the entire landscape crumbles away. Not just the ice, but EVERYTHING. It all disappears into an endless black void-
And your eyes snap open as you take in a deep breath. Overhead, you see Shen and Vita kneeling over you.
"W-what-" You croak
"She's conscious!" Shen calls out.
"THAT'S NICE BUT SOMEBODY SHOOT THIS FUCKING THING ALREADY!" Johnston screams.
You turn your head to see Johnston and another, larger shipgirl wrestling the Wo Rig, holding it in place on the ground as it flails and struggles. You see Red and Section, assault rifles raised and they don't hesitate, both magdumping .50 cal Beowulf rounds into the Rig. The Rig shrieks and gurgles as the heavy bullets punch into its outer skin. Johnston and the other shipgirl pull away to give the rest of STRIKE-1 a clearer shot. By the time they're done, the Rig is practically just a black smear on the ground.
"Are you all right?" Vita says, holding three fingers up in front of you. "How many fingers do you see?"
"Three." You cough as you rub your head in pain, and notice your palm coming away bloody. "W-what happened?"
"The Wo Rig attached itself to your head." Shen explains as he hands a roll of bandages to Vita. "You seemed to be completely unconscious until we tried to pull it off."
"Do you remember anything?" Vita asks as she flashes a light in your eyes. "Did you see, feel anything whatsoever?"
>No... I don't remember anything.
>I saw... things.
>I WAS IN THE NORTH POLE! No Santa and reindeer, tho.
>I saw... things.
"It promised me things. To make me 'beautiful.'"
XENOS PLS GO AND STAY GO
"I... I saw... things." You gasp. You notice you're still shivering. "The Rig it... it TALKED to me. Tried to make me one of them."
Shen and Vita both look darkly at each other.
"The Admiral must be notified right away." Shen says.
"My priority is that we get Hoel to the repair docks." Vita says sternly. "There's no telling what kind of damage that Rig inflicted on her. The Admiral can meet her there, if necessary."
>Just take me the Admiral.
>Yeah, I could use a dip.
>Maybe the Abyssals took Santa!
>Christmas could be cancelled!
>Kancolle Quest: How the Hulls Saved Christmas
>Just take me the Admiral.
>Mk14s roasting in a full spread fire
>I'm Dreaming of an Abyssal-white christmas
>Depth Charge Rock
>Joy to the Abyss
>Little Drummer Hoppo
>O Savo Night
"Just take me to the Admiral." You grunt, slowly getting back up to your feet. "I can still walk."
"Don't worry, me and Iowa and can escort her there." Johnston says happily.
"Well, I suppose I gotta see this through." The battleship girl grins. You swear she has to be at least a head taller than you, maybe even two!
>Um, thanks for the help.
>OHMYGOD ARE YOU REALLY IOWA?
>OHMYGOD ARE YOU REALLY IOWA?
AW FUCK YEAH IT'S KARLA
Yeah, unfortunately, Iowa's art was the most rushed due to certain factors, and pixel never really got the chance to seriously clean it up.
I'm of the Carrier Karla faction, but an Iowa is fine too.
>OHMYGOD ARE YOU REALLY IOWA?
>>OHMYGOD ARE YOU REALLY IOWA?
ALL OTHER BOTESLOOTS GO HOME
BEST BOTESLOOT OF ALL TIME COMING THROUGH
Well, no, but it certainly would have given you very VERY different and significant consequences!
>not calling it GNWo/Linux, or as I like to call it, GNWo plus Linux
ONE. FUCKING. JOB.
BSD is best distro
Get your grubby hands off the DDH you sly cat!