USS Iowa (BB-61)

Indie, Semi-selective, Kantai Collection OC RP blog for the USS Iowa and other muses (refer to Fleet Roster Page). Occasional NSFW content, all of these will be flagged at captain's discretion. [NOTE: Blog was created 2 years before Iowa was added to the game. As such, please see her roster page for more information]

[uss-iowa]

merchantfleet:

Pilar gaped in surprise when a submerged girl popped up. A submarine?! U-Boat! Her dream, a century in the making, coming true! She fumbled for another grenade from her belt, preparing to throw it at the damned kraut. She was going to take her back to the Florida Keys, a captured kraut boat, yessiree! “Oh my gosh!”

Her grandiose plans came to a shrieking halt when a fairy-sized whiskey bottle coming from her rigging clinked off her head, with a comical bonk. The grenade she’d taken from her belt fell out of her hand, entering the water with a plop, the safeties still on. By the time Pilar retrieved it, she’d realised she wasn’t facing a U-boat — not that she would be allowed to attack one, anyways. If she was part of a navy, at least.

Rather awkwardly, Pilar began to sail closer mostly to pick up the dead fish. Nervously, the fishing boat girl twirled a lock of hair with one finger, muttering to herself at first. “Darnit, you’re not a kraut boat… Um, sorry! I’m Pilar, who’re you?”

Given Alvin’s design requirements to dive into ocean trenches, had the grenade gone off in Alvin’s face it would have most likely broken her glasses and blinded her until repairwork could have been done and a more thorough check of her pressure hull done for micro-fractures, it would have been likely she would have survived. Still, there was a slight shock when the grenade hit her square on the bridge of her nose. Had she not been wearing a lanyard around the back of her eyewear’s temple tips, her glasses would have been following the wayward munition down the 180 feet trip to the bottom.

“No, I am not a German,” Avlin stated flatly. “I’m DSV Alvin of Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute, you might have heard of me through articles on deep sea diving on ship wrecks with Dr. Robert Bollard when he was still alive. I’m a research submarine. Now, if you have some high strength fishing line I can retrieve what you just threw at me so it doesn’t impact the various aquatic fauna below us.”

[uss-iowa]

merchantfleet:

Curaçao

The flask of whiskey was raised to the little girl’s lips, liquid flowing down and into her mouth until it was drained. With an audible sound of satisfaction, she closed it and handed it to her one fairy, who staggered under its weight, heading below her rigging’s deck to refill it.

The fishing boat girl was sitting in what looked sort of like a lawn chair throne, a fishing pole locked in one arm, the other holding a glass bottle of coke. The rigging spread to either side to form the sleek lines of a small fishing boat, and she controlled it, sailing serenely around the Caribbean. An M1928 Thompson complete with drum was strapped to one side, and around the brunette’s waist was a belt of hand grenades. Her own clothing was very much civilian in look, defying her weaponry — very short shorts combined with a floral Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses.

“The fudging fish aren’t biting here. Darnit! No luck today.” Pilar took one of her hand grenades in hand, pulling it off the belt. She chucked it after arming it, the explosive going off soon after it hit the water twenty metres away, without trying to get up from her chair.

Dead fish floated to the surface. Jackpot. But she was not alone, as she sailed towards her ‘catch’…

A certain research submarine had been diving nearby while still on the continental shelf to ensure that the area still had sustainable fishing reserves. She happened to surface several yards form the other shipgirl’s ‘catch’ 

Wonderful~! Acanthurus coeruleus populations are doing splendidly as are  Pomacanthus paru schools~!

Only the scent of dead fish and the sight of the other girl on the water broke the blonde from her thoughts as she looked at Pilar, shielding her eyes from the sun a bit. Her accent was certainly that of a fellow American.

“Ah! Good afternoon!”

[electricboatss-315]

Away All Boats

[uss-iowa]

electricboatss-315:

“Hehe that explains a lot now, especially the look of sneers and jealousy that they were giving me as I ran passed them. Frankly when I was given the concept of the abyssal I was shocked seeing just how immune to modern day weapons and systems they were. So they went back to us, guess they didn’t need a submarine that had one of those ‘apps’ to fire torpedoes!” 

“Maybe its my age talking, but don’t you think a lot of ships here are a little TOO into those gadgets I’ve seen people walking with?”

“Those new electronics have their uses, I do remember shortly before the war started that local school kids took pictures of me when the visited, Not too different from the old cameras our crews used to have, but much more portable and versatile from what Kentucky has told me.”

“That aside, Buord and other old departments that dealt with ship construction and armament of the navy we knew have been consolidated into NAVSEA So they’re the ones to talk to about issues regarding our ‘Health’ and weaponry. They’ve, so far, not had any major complaints from our siblings I’m aware of, so long as you’ve had your torps inspected by them to fix those detonators.”

[kantainofunallowed]

Run through the Jungle

[uss-iowa]

kantainofunallowed:

“Fuck you, that was Missouri talking, not Yomi. And yes, sister, I was briefed about Downfall and its casualty statistics the same as you. I was shelling the Japanese eastern seaboard before the end of the war, remember?”

“God, I would kill for some sake right now. I am not rusting at anchor for decades again, dammnit! I just want to go down swinging, doing what I do best. Is that so unreasonable?”

The brunette pulled out a bottle of the liquor from one of the cabinets she was near before she sighed.

“Right, If you’ve got three individuals in your head you need to see about getting one of your fairies on your shoulder to give a sign as to who the fuck is talkin’ sis... So aside from Akagi who else did you say you were?”

[electricboatss-315]

Away All Boats

[uss-iowa]

electricboatss-315:

“Yeah, actually bomb disposal was one of the courses they put me through. To be honest it was pure genius of you to make the petition for submarines to receive more fair treatment. If I could I would’ve signed my name twice.”

“I am sort of caught up, but they didn’t give me much of a crash course on 21st century living. So all of this new machines still look like a edition of Amazing Stories…What has changed as far as submarines conduction operations, since the late 70s?”

Bowfin sighed heavily and nodded at her younger brother’s final question.

“In short? Everything. Seriously, the doctrine post 1970 has shifted exclusively around the Nookie Poo’s, You’re Either A Boomer, one that carry’s multiple nuclear missiles waiting endlessly incase you’re needed to launch them... And Hunter-Killers, The subs that are designed to... well hunt and kill boomers, So yeah, A lot has changed in that regard.”

The lavender-haired submarine’s face lit up a bit before she continued.

“However, Now that the navy has been presented with the abyssals and their semi-immunity to modern sonar and Radar or even the new spy satellites we and the russians put up between the 1970′s and 1990′s, our old tricks are still viable and work now. All Boomers have been recalled and placed back into drydock per a UN resolution that was unanimously approved by the 5 major nations of the security council. The risk of a nuke being lost to the abyssals is too great to justify keeping any out at sea even if they can’t be seen by the abyssals. They’re pretty much reduced to a recon role until the end of the conflict or another use for them is found... That’s probably why they were giving you such a hard time.””

[uss-iowa]

A Cold, West Wind

[uss-iowa]

noviceadmiral:

It was a short while later that Issac was sent to the main desk in the entrance of the base. There was a heavy odor of medications and things being sterilized, He had come on a day when cleaning was happening. 

The person that greeted him was not Ooyodo, whom apparently had been sent to town. It was a strangely dressed girl with pink hair, wearing a labcoat. 

“Well…Since no one has stopped by today, maybe I can mess around with this outdated waffle iron. Man, there’s a lot of weird crap that can be found in the abandoned parts of the base.” 

“Oh my bad, man. I didn’t see you there. With the fedora and trench coat….You’re not a MIB right? Hahah, that was a bad joke. Anyways, what’s up? It’s not everyday we get a G-man looking dude coming to visit.”

Isaak’s face remained stony, not humored by the woman’s attempt at a joke. His Russian accent gave away why he might not be as warm and welcoming of humor as another individual would be.

“I am Isaak Martyn, lead Research and Development Engineer at Yokohama Naval base. I specialize with Ship girl rigging improvements and repairs. I am here on behalf of a close colleague of mine and was pointed to the admiral on this naval base who specializes in Medicine pertaining to ship girls. You are more than welcome to double check my credentials if they seem off to you. It is a frequent occurrence as you can probably see.” He presented his credentials to the woman. For a foreigner, he had considerably high clearance in the navy.

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Little guy on a Big base

[uss-iowa]

themalefleet:

“Hiya miss Nicholas, yep yep Molniya of the Tarantul class missile corvette but moly is easier so that’s what people call moly. OOH moly hasn’t been to a cafe’“ Moly excitedly grabbed and shook her hand already forgotten about the incident

Unbeknownst to molly, the russian names given to the destroyer caused the hairs on the back of her neck to raise up. She was one of those who had survived the second world war and served actively in the cold war that followed until her scraping in the 1970′s. However she wasn’t about to go back on what she had offered the young corvette earlier.

“I see, Well it’s like a restaurant without a full restaurant’s menu... It’s the drinks they more cater around than the food.”

[kantainofunallowed]

Run through the Jungle

[uss-iowa]

kantainofunallowed:

‘”Oh I am well aware… One of the friends I have is USS Shaw. She still has the burn scars from Pearl Harbor. She’d love to find out that I was formerly Akagi.”

“So yeah, I am aware and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But damn it, if I have my glorious death in battle, lemme have it!”

Perhaps it was the alcohol righting her keel from the metaphorical rouge wave that Missouri... Or now Yomi, hit the elder battleship with or it was a form of denial to insulate possibilities from New Jersey’s mind. Whatever the case may have been the Brunette was acting a bit more like herself in Missouri’s company despite the slightly off dialogue on who she was talking about.

“Denied, you had that opportunity as Akagi, right? So suck it up, You should know what happened after the war and how it set up Japan for one hell of an economic growth spurt. Did you want me to get big sis into the conversation and go over the possibilities of Downfall with you again? because I’m sure you don’t want to take that particular red pill.”

[operationaki]

"What do you make of these Maps and Manifests?" Bowfin

Ask “What do you make of ‘item name’?” To find out more. Or simply hold onto this info for later.

“These are…” The officer tapped her chin with a sigh, “thank you for bringing these. They’re near copies of our sortie and convoy escort patterns. We’ve had to hand these out to some companies so they know when the waters are safe.”

“Though I do wonder, perhaps with the increased activity, if a civilian ship is attacked..perhaps the abyssals might be using their small victories as a route to know what ships are going where, so they can hide whatever it is they are shipping out?”

[uss-iowa]

Bofin nodded at this, after all, she specialized in hunting down supply ships.

“That’s entirely possible... Could we perhaps make security checks on the front end a bit more thorough? Monitor who all is coming through before a surprise inspection? That might catch whatever shipments might be containing these drugs from leaving port in the first place.”

[uss-iowa]

"Hey, Isaac," Mo approached the Russian in Panama. "Can we redesign my superstructure into a pagoda mast?"

The russian continued walking along as Mo asked, if his schedual had been busy before, he certainly felt the screws being tightened down at this point... He had very little time for fun and games. As such he gave as blunt an answer as any.

“Give me a 500 double-sided page minimum Design report with your proposed design stating it’s advantages over your current arrangement and why it would be worth your navy investing in not only on you but your sisters as well. It will be on very low priority for a while Missouri.”The fact that he didn’t use his usual ‘Comrade’ tick before Missouri’s name indicated his current state of affairs with the impending four-front campaign that was being waged.

[uss-iowa]

A Cold, West Wind

[uss-iowa]

noviceadmiral:

“Well, make that a first. A person showing up decked to the tee like an old Soviet official. Hibiki would love it. In the meantime, your Tokarev is going to be kept in this booth and locked up. My policy. You shouldn’t be scaring little girls with guns, while a great many of them are here for physical health.” Chiyo said as she quickly prepped her search 

It took a good ten minutes for her to check everything over. She really didn’t know what to make of the car since most of the people in Toya used scooters or bikes to get around due to fuel shortages. 

“Alright. You are free to go. You may get stopped by Ooyodo for not making an appointment. The admiral does not hang out in her office as much as she used to. She makes a lot of rounds in the wing itself. Just ask for Yamato. She’ll know where the admiral is.”

The russian decided not to bother her on the detail that his car could run on more commonly available fuels, even in a war-time economy. He also internally winced at the comparison to the type of men who once held the threat of the soviet prison over his head to coerce firearm designs from him at no cost to the state.

“I see, I shall keep that in mind, You may take the knife off my key ring if you wish, I usually only have it to open postal packages. As for Ooyodo, I have my credentials and such to show I am here to help as much as the admiral is willing to help me.” 

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Shimakaze would find a well hand written letter from Young!Iowa on her bed. A formal apology for hurting the destroyer's feelings earlier, and an offer of a date at Mamiya's Cafe.

Shimakaze had no expected this. 

It had been a while since they had last had contact and Shimakaze herself has pushed herself in her training and missions to get her mind of it. The weeks that had past had been a blur to her really and seeing the letter on a cool evening after a hard session, she was not sure what to make of it.

She knew Iowa had been busy with protecting some supply runs of late and had not seen her around because of it. She must have returned or was returning soon to have this offer a meet up. Part of the blonde thought to toss it away, the hurt in her heart feeling fresh now it has returned to her mind. However she found herself unable to do so. 

The words were formal, as was Iowa’s typical manner of speech and the shipgirl did feel a little better know that she had been apologized too. A little late than she would of liked but she was still able to forgive. Many times she had reflected that, blaming Iowa first then herself and then both of them. As distance grew between the event, she felt a little able to take that hurt away.

At the specified date, after getting out of training due to her recent good performance and less lazy attitude, she awaited outside the cafe. She wore a coat and scarf since it was getting colder due to the winds and the change of the seasons. The wind was a tad more biting today. The coat was enough however, pants weren’t required for her. There she waited, standing a few feet in front of the cafe, looking about idly at the location, keeping focused on seeing where Iowa would come from.

[uss-iowa]

dimensions--apart:

Shimakaze nodded simply, smiling as if amused by Iowa’s words. She felt a little better in her company now, certainly relaxing. Her eyes watched her, finding her smile to be quite the thing. A smile rested on her face and she moved her hand to take the glass that held her glass of complimentary water. 

“I won’t be eating too fast today…. I can go slower when I wish to enjoy myself.” She admitted simply. “If I go slow, it makes fast seem even faster…”

The battleship chuckled a bit as she folded her menu up and set it back behind the condiments and napkin holder.

“That makes sense, you should have seen my younger sister in the 1960′s She was so eager to get back into action, broke the speed record for fastest battleship and still holds it today, Trying to beat her comes down to environment factors now, better seas and not going against any currents, but I don’t want to start a feud with her over it.”

[operationaki]

"What do you make of these bells?"

Ask “What do you make of ‘item name’?” To find out more. Or simply hold onto this info for later.

“Bells? May I see them?” A white haired lady intruded on the conversation, eyes glancing at the bells before perking an eye brow. “They look like the bell one of your universities had, from WW2. Taken from a ship I believe?”

[uss-iowa]

operationaki:

“Ah ah.’ She pointed at a part on the bell, “there’s no stamp for it being manufactured. And it even looked rather crude…you found this on the Atlantic side? Then that’s odd…do you mind if I keep this or do you want hold onto it. Yavanna is my name by the way. You are?”

The american battlewagon extended her right hand to shake.

“USS New Jersey, second of the Iowa-class battleships. I don’t mind if you take it, I would request you get in touch with a guy named Isaak Martyn, big russian dude, he’s moving about trying to help with mechanical things so if it’s man made you can probably get his thoughts on how or where it was made. Not sure I can say much myself though on it, not a bell maker.”

[uss-iowa]

A Cold, West Wind

[uss-iowa]

noviceadmiral:

Isaak was greeted by a woman in a black uniform with a sky blue beret. Since supplies for proper uniforms were almost strictly aimed towards the ship girls on the base, the average naval personal wore whatever was in storage. This made a rather multiformed looking staff  

“Oh? Are you now? Normally, Ooyodo would inform me that we had someone scheduled by her to visits months in advance. Please step out of the car, while I look things over. If you have any weapons, please turn them over to me and you’ll get them back after your meeting is done.”

“Attempt to resist this step…Then you’ll be facing time in the brig. Understood?” 

Isaak removed his keys from the ignition. He slowly opened the door and handed his keys over, on them there was a folding knife with a blade about 6 centimeters long, from his jacket he withdrew a tokarev pistol and handed it to the woman, grip first. When he did get out of the car, he towed at nearly two meters tall, perhaps only a few of the tallest battleships were able to top his height.

“The engine is in the back of the car under the trunk compartment and the hood has the boiler in it. She runs on steam.”

[electricboatss-315]

Away All Boats

[uss-iowa]

electricboatss-315:

“Hehe, I still remember after we saw Operation Petticoat with Cary Grant we saw the reference to that and we couldn’t help but say ‘We sank a truck!’ every time we missed a target during drills.” 

“However once I was brought back to service they wanted to experiment on expanding the role of submarines. If it works, they may expand it..It better work or else I suffered for a year and a half for nothing.”

“Well... we’d be better suited for that role due to our sea-keeping and size compared to both the Japanese midget subs and the nukie-poos respectively. I suppose that SECNAV might be giving it serious thought if they were willing to sink in a year and a half of time you could be running sorties against abyssal ships and the resources needed for that sort of thing to boot .”

“At least this time BUORD isn’t giving us a broken-record line about our usage of torpedoes. Just hope that if we find any duds they don’t try to pull a circular run on us.”

The submarine stopped before a puzzled look came over her face.

“Since you went through the training and all, Did you get caught up on the new structure since you were last aware of what was going on as a ship? If not I can certainly help fill out gaps given that Like Missouri I was a museum ship.”

[uss-iowa]

Little guy on a Big base

[uss-iowa]

themalefleet:

“Moly doesnt know what that means but moly is sorry moly confused your miss?” Moly paused slightly as he had been taught to keep from asking peoples names in less than polite manor

There was a moments pause as the destroyer’s mind started to pull itself out of it’s state of lamentation about her sisters’ actions. She had, indeed, forgotten to introduce herself.

“S-Sorry about that, USS Nicholas, eldest of the Fletcher-class, and one of the most decorated, destroyers in the US Navy. I take it your name is Moly then? Again, I’m sorry for having accosted you like that. I-If you’d like I’m willing to compensate you with something from Mamiya’s Cafe’ that is decaffeinated.” Nicholas held her hand out to shake with a small smile on her face, trying to show she was indeed deeply sorry for having miss identified him and following through with her trap.

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Shimakaze would find a well hand written letter from Young!Iowa on her bed. A formal apology for hurting the destroyer's feelings earlier, and an offer of a date at Mamiya's Cafe.

Shimakaze had no expected this. 

It had been a while since they had last had contact and Shimakaze herself has pushed herself in her training and missions to get her mind of it. The weeks that had past had been a blur to her really and seeing the letter on a cool evening after a hard session, she was not sure what to make of it.

She knew Iowa had been busy with protecting some supply runs of late and had not seen her around because of it. She must have returned or was returning soon to have this offer a meet up. Part of the blonde thought to toss it away, the hurt in her heart feeling fresh now it has returned to her mind. However she found herself unable to do so. 

The words were formal, as was Iowa’s typical manner of speech and the shipgirl did feel a little better know that she had been apologized too. A little late than she would of liked but she was still able to forgive. Many times she had reflected that, blaming Iowa first then herself and then both of them. As distance grew between the event, she felt a little able to take that hurt away.

At the specified date, after getting out of training due to her recent good performance and less lazy attitude, she awaited outside the cafe. She wore a coat and scarf since it was getting colder due to the winds and the change of the seasons. The wind was a tad more biting today. The coat was enough however, pants weren’t required for her. There she waited, standing a few feet in front of the cafe, looking about idly at the location, keeping focused on seeing where Iowa would come from.

[uss-iowa]

dimensions--apart:

She nodded, not knowing much about the subject to keep the conversation going. Instead, her attention settled on the meals she often had and looked upon them carefully. She wanted something warm but not too hot or spicy. Honestly, she wanted a change up from fish too since it was far too common a meal for her lately. A change would indeed be good.

“Chicken curry with rice…. I’ll be having that.” Basic and easy, should be quick to make as well.

The battleship gave another happy grin as she spoke. Iowa was aware of the destroyer’s pride in being fast, and as the lead ship of the fastest *battleship* class in the world, Iowa could relate to that pride.

“If I’m not fast enough to keep up with you in eating I’ll take a to-go box and will munch along the way. Where too if you wish to continue the date aside from the cafe has yet to be determined~.”