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Threats From Below

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It had been a good month since Bleikrfaxi started her information retrieval operations in the Russian Federation. What she gleaned from external hacks and the infiltration she managed to pull off, however, was... disheartening. No, despite their cultural similarities, this was not an analogue to her precious Yuktobania. If she joined her equivalent mother country, there would be no doubt to her purpose at all, and that was a very, very bad thing.

It was as she wandered southward from the Northern ice, wondering her next move, that the submersible carrier caught a signature on passive sonar. One active sonar ping later and AK-303 grinned; that was a very large and very familiar signature. She had texted ahead on her new ‘phone’ (it seemed more like a supercomputer than a phone to her), and it would appear that her friend had arrived in a perfect intercept position. Figuring that the carrier’s own sonar or that of her escorts would announce her arrival when she surfaced, she didn’t think it necessary to call ahead; they were already expecting her after all.

It was thus that she slowly blew her ballast, a building and hopefully familiar froth of bubbles materializing on the surface.

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Geordie Shore

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It was 10:08. The convoy had cleared the harbour and the six Merchant Shipgirls were not mingling with their escorts. A harrier sat upon Conveyor’s deck, not yet ready to fly, but it would be soon. One of the escorts approached her, and Conveyor greeted with enthusiasm.

“Alreet! Top o’ the mernin’ter ya. Ah think I’ve seen you before — weren’t we on a convoy together a month or so ago?” Something was bothering Conveyor about this girl. She looked again, and after a minute, said something with an uncertain tone.

“It feels like I’ve known you for more than just that.”

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Gas, Gas, Gas

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SEPTEMBER 22, 1943, NORTH AFRICA

A convoy of vehicles loaded with troops headed down the road towards Alexandria. A small jeep followed the trucks, but as they turned about a sand dune, the jeep disappeared — heading in a different direction.

The snarl of an engine slowly became audible, the vehicle in question approaching the small desert airfield. Emblazoned with the symbol of the LRDG Scorpion, its sole occupant and driver rolled it near the tents, carefully parking it next to the other vehicles before shutting the vehicle off. She leaned back in the seat and sighed, wiping at her eyes. All over the jeep were personal effects, equipment, a rifle, tools, extra fuel, rations and water. It almost looked like the vehicle was loaded down for a patrol if it hadn’t been for the extra personal effects, including a photograph taken by the commander of the unit here.

Fitter Rebecca Moore had met Keiko Katou half a year ago, helping the officer secure ammunition. Now the Kiwilander was back, for a wholly different reason. Getting out of the driver’s seat, strong muscles lifted up the pack in the back seats, slinging the rifle over her shoulder, and finally took a strengthening swig of whiskey. She closed the cap with a sigh, the weight of her impulsive actions now beginning to weigh as heavy as the bag on her back. 

But all she had to do now was find Keiko and make her case.

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Fission Impossible

Cold War Princess was a glutton for knowledge. Or more specifically, for intelligence, most preferably of the military variety. It was an inevitable result of her status as the Abyssal manifestation of period in history where the true battlefields were fought behind closed doors, in the shadows, by men and women who never wore a uniform, yet through their actions, aided their nation or hindered their rivals more than any soldier on the battlefield could ever hope to do. However, in the end, she was still an Abyssal, and however much she reveled in the acquisition of secrets and information the surface did not want her to have, it could not quench the destructive urges within her soul, amplified by the power of the Abyss. But she knew something that did.

Fear.

Causing fear, terror, and horror were her guilty pleasures; she reveled in the revulsion and panic her twisted, grotesque appearance elicited from human and ship alike, literally feeding on it to satiate her Abyss-fueled appetite for mayhem. She considered it a small price to pay in exchange for keeping most of her former personality and faculties as USS Ohio intact, and thus far it had allowed her to operate with degree of stable normalcy, especially by Abyssal standards. But it had been too long since she had last had an opportunity to indulge herself, and she could feel the frayed edges of her sanity beginning to twitch; much longer, and they would start to unravel. Considering she perpetually had her finger on the metaphorical big red button labeled “End of the World” in the form of her Abyssal SLBMs, she rightly judged it best for everyone on earth if she took necessary steps to prevent that from happening.

This led to her current presence in the waters off of Singapore, where her intelligence indicated a young, inexperienced rear admiral was cutting her teeth on her first major assignment. If she performed well, doubtless she would one day be promoted to fleet admiral, and would join the war effort with her own team of kanmusu behind her. The Cold War Princess decided it was the perfect opportunity to nuke two birds with one warhead: she would have the chance to feed on human terror (her favorite flavor of all), and also to test this Admiral Keating’s worthiness to bear that title, both at the same time. 

Thus, she lurked, utterly silent and unseen, virtually undetectable near the ocean floor just off the coast of Singapore, tuned in to the radio bands she knew the naval forces in the area made use of, slowly scanning the frequencies for any transmission that might provide details of the Keating’s current location. The Abyssal regent was nothing if not patient; she would wait as long as she needed to find the details she needed. After all, it was a poor predator indeed who spooked their prey before they had even caught its scent...

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Shipgirl Tips for Admirals

1) Destroyers need constant reassurance or they will die. 

2) Battleships are sexually attracted to fire.

3) They weigh many times more than the average human, do no attempt to pick them up or any other physical activity.

4) Most are non-nuclear vessels be prepared to be eaten out of work and home. A proper spending plan for your base is vital.

5) Amendment to point two, Heavy Cruisers are also attracted to fire.

6) Amendment to point six, honestly all Capital Ships are attracted to anything that moves...

7) In reference to point 3, don’t be a boat fucker. You will be crushed and you will have deserved it. 

8) If you are a boat fucker, you will lose your commission as an officer.

9) No matter how much they advance on you, don’t give in. 

10) If you think you will be fighting fierce sea battles, be prepared for a life of boredom and paperwork. 

11) No, shipgirls will not be used as means to escape boredom.

12) Your position as admiral does not entitle you to make your fleet a harem. 

13) Honestly being an admiral is pretty pointless, no wars and no means of enjoying the company of your fleet. Mostly you will just have more mouths to feed. 

14) Honestly all shipgirls are attracted to anything that moves. Be careful of the destroyers, they are jail bait and make a game out of putting more admirals on the predator list. 

15) Sure the Tokitsukaze and Yuudachi models act like adorable puppies, but the will make you wish you adopted a fully grown Tibetan Mastiff. Train them well and let them know whose boss

16) Houshou will try to act as a mother toward you, then make you feel guilty on spending the holidays with your real mother and not her. Remedy this by acquiring as many IJN carriers as possible so she doesn’t suffer separation anxiety. 

17) If you acquire Akagi, you MUST acquire Kaga unless you prefer have a carrier eat your entire supply without some sort of outside impulse control. 

18) Never trust the cute/innocent ships. They are too smart for their own good. 

19) Be prepared to be drafted into an actual command if a war breaks out. 

20) Other than that, enjoy your new fleet! 

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“Sit still.” The admiral orders Seiga rather casually to remain in her seat, moving over a few steps and leaning forward. Softly she placed a kiss on the other’s forehead before leaning back and crossing her arms.

“Well how does that make you feel? Do you think the others will be okay with this as a good job reward?” Of course, everything is business isn’t it.

Seiga rubs her forehead, chuckling lightly to herself for a moment. “It definitely wasn’t unpleasant, though with the way you’re looking at me, it almost feels like you’re kissing a child’s bruise away.”

“I don’t know if others would be overwhelmingly responsive to that, maybe the ones shorter than yourself are a good bet. I know I wouldn’t mind a few more instances of that myself, though.”

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where are they? dead.

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What good is free time when you’ve no one to spend it with? What’s a girl to do? A whole day to herself, and nothing to do! With nothing to clean, workouts completed and a crippling dislike of cooking, Mutsu found herself at a loss! Even worse, most of the others were busy with their expeditions or sorties. The other girls with free time were few and far between, and most had their own hobbies or errands to attend to. Of all the rotten luck. 

Though it seems luck was feeling indecisive, as the minute Mutsu had resigned herself to a boring day in front of the television her solution arrived! Ise turned the corner in a hallway, her back to Mutsu! No gear, no tools, no cleaning supplies? That looked like a day off in Mutsu’s book! Before Ise could leave her sight, Mutsu threw her arms around the girl’s shoulders from behind, and rested her chin on Ise’s shoulder. “My my, I guess my luck’s turned around after all~! Please tell me you’re off today too! I’ve been dying for some company~!”

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