The gleaming sparkle of dawn signaled the battles end. The white haired being fell to their knees, black streams of what could be considered tears ebbed and flowed from red eyes. Looking down at their body was only a bitter reminder of loss… bits and pieces of skin were now flaking off every inch of the pale body that would attempt to rise to its feet.
"Hold up on celebrating just yet!" A shout went up amongst the instigators. "She's getting back up!"
The shifting of clothing reached the albino's ears but she ignored it. Silently she moved to the wreckage of black- the shape of it none would consider natural -that lay upon the water. The assembled instigators watched with confusion as she pulled four sets of fourteen inch triple barreled guns out from the wreckage, said confusion only grew as she carried them in a way one could associate a mother with her child towards the water.
"I've… protected you... far too long child… My only regret… is that I can't continue… to keep you… nestled in my loving arms… safe from those… that harmed you before." Unceremoniously the guns were dumped into the water, falling like a stone into the dark depths as the albino crumpled atop of the water. "Ah… my body's… dissolving… into that light of dawn. So, I too… will be returning… to the world. I see…" The water splashed with someone's footsteps, slowly they drew closer to the albino's form atop the water. Before any could react, a hand reached out from the crumpled form and grabbed onto one of the instigators legs.
The instigator nearly screamed as she was pulled down, instantly the rest of the weapons were trained upon the albino. She did not have a care though, instead focusing her red gaze upon the instigator she had under her now. Young… just like the other who had sunken previously the past week. Reaching out a hand to brush away the black hair obscuring parts of the instigator's face revealed startled grey eyes tinged with fear.
"That's it… isn't it?" Eyes of rage had smoldered to sadness, a hand filled with cruelty gently cupped a soft cheek, and a face filled with grief stricken tears and heartbroken indifference smiled a smile one would give to their child as they realized they had finally grown up. "Thank you…"
With that the pale white body broke, peeling away into the air as a sea breeze picked up. TheI͓̺̥͌ͤ̒̂̚̕ͅ▒̺̣̗̬̙̝̾̑̒▍̻̐͆̀̈̊ͥ͢▃̻̪̣ͣ̂́͘▀͎͖̹̱̱̤̖̅̿͊o̧͙̲̯░̜̯͈ͮ̃ͪͩ̿ͤ͗͘... Shipgirl… the ship with a girls body slowly picked herself up from atop the oceans waves with a relieved sigh. For a second there she had thought the ā̴̜̮̳̩̞͈ͭ͐█̴̖̿░̯̪̟ͫ͊̎́▅̼͉̫̞͡▀̙̣̣̻̼͎͎́̍▄͍̞̗̜͇͊̑̿ͯ̓͞… Abyssal… would kill her.
"Are you ok Fubuki?" The special class destroyer Fubuki took a moment to glance over towards the one speaking, the battleship Nagato had her guns still trained on the wreckage of the Abyssal bͧ▔̛̱̬͒͐̌̏ͅ▂̃̈…
"I'm ok… just wish I could say the same for Y-" Any further comment Fubuki could've made was cut off by a sound thumping into the destroyer's ears.
T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢
Get down!
T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢ T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢!
L̟̃̌̃ͬͨ̊̄▓̰̙̟͍▓̱̟̜͚̮̞̦̇̅ͦ▓̴̺!̐͟!̏!̛̑ͦ̐
T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢!
A scream made several shipgirls jump.
T̴̕͜͢͡H̡̛̀U҉M̧͞P̸͠͡!̸̸͢ ͢T̛͟͜H̴͢͢͞U̢M͏̷̡͘P̶̢̀͜!͏̸̛̀ ̷̵̧T̶̢͡H̢̧̡̕͡U͝͠M̶P̶̢̨҉!̷̵̛́ ̶̢T̶͜H̴̵͟U̴͠M̵̡P̷̡̕͡!̡҉̕͞ ̸T͘͘͜H̡͜U͏̶̢̡̀M̕҉҉̛͘P̸̧!̨͢ ̸̧T͏͠H̷͡Ư̸M̴̨̛͢P̸͠͏̕!̷̛̕͜͝ ̸̷̀͢͡T͝͏̡H̴͡͞Ư̸̵͢͞M̸̴̢̕P̵̷̶̨!̴̢͟͟ ͘͏T̷̴̛͠H̀͘Ų͟͝͡͝M̷̶͟͡͝P̢̛͏!̀͘ ̴̀̀҉̀T̵̛͝H̴̨҉Ų͘͟M͏̷͢͟P͢͞!̛͠͏ ̶͟͡T̶́҉͘H́͢U̧̡M̕͢͜͡P͝͏!̨̡̢͝͝ ̡͘͘͜͝T̵̕H̵U̡͏M̨̡P̵̀͟!̷̨͜͠͞ ͜͞͡T̷̸̴͡H̸́͞Ú̢͟͝M̵҉̴̢͟P͏̸̵́͟!̶̢̨͘͡ ̵͢T̵̨̀H̴̡͢͝U̵͟M̶̵̧͝P̷̵̡͢͜!̸͜ ̵͟͟T̷̕H҉͢U̢̢͝M̵̧̛҉P̶̴̶̢͡!҉̶͝ ̀͟T̨͘͜͠Ḩ́̀͠U̷҉͜Ḿ̧̕͢P̨̡̨!̴ ̸T̢̧͜͡͝Ḩ̡͘͢U̡̧͡M̴̨̛P̷̛͢͜͟!̀ ̷̷͢͝͏T͏̨́͡H̴̵̶̀͜U̴̧̕͡͡M̵͢P̀́͜͜!̸̧̧̛́ ̴͡T̶̨̕͢͟H̨̀U͏̧́̕͟Ḿ̧̛Ṕ͜͠͡!̶̶̢͠ ͝T́͏̢H̷Ù̧̨͝M̷̶͞P̨̡̧͢!́͝͞ ̵̨͏̧̡T̴̕͡H̴U̡͘͏M҉̧̡͜P̡͘͟͟!̶̡ ͏̶͘͠BANG!
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Silence… before a new sound drummed beneath the ocean tides.
WHIRRRRRRRRRR █▃▆▃▆▄▊! GROAN… SPLASH
Drills, shouting, the groaning of metal as it touched the cool waves. That wasn't all to be heard though… Planes could be heard over the sounds of the workers. Then came even worse noises that cut to the bone for two Carriers.
B̟̏̓̆͗̾ͨ̉ͅO̩̮̯̼̦̻̭͒́Óͩ͞M̧̞̺͓̦̼̥̣ͧ̾ͦ!͖͇̫̟͕̫͈ͬ̀̓!
Screams of agony accompanied the explosion, the crackling of fire and the distant sounds of more explosions seemed to cement the idea that this was someplace being attacked.
D-Damn you… My crew… M̵̥̬̼̮̗̬ỹ̰̗͔̟͙̽͢ ̆̂̄C̨͓͒̆͋̉ͨͨh̗̗̭͊͆̆̈ͥͬ͘ỉ͍̘̠̟͙̯͒̀̄ĺ̳̻̟̖ͮ̓̎̄́d̯͈̩͖͍͛ͮ͌ͅr̡̓͐̓ͦ̀̎eͪn͕̗̜͎͌ͦ̋ͬ͆͟ͅͅ!͚͉̺̯̰̠̟̽̇̾̑̄̾ S-so cold and yet I can do nothing!
It was a sensory overload for all the ships gathered together, too many things going on at once.
Are they happy?! D̨̝o̲͜ t̟̤̹̣̪̬ḩ̥̰̜̬e̷y͉͓͠ ̫̲͇͈̲ͅę̞n͓̙̞j̶̖͇̯̝̦o̙̩̪͓̜ͅy͈̟̫̠̜̗ͅ ͇͎̗͟m͡y̱̦̥̺̘ ̭̫̥̩̞͚̩su̶͈̳̙͖ͅf̨͕f̲̮̲̗̬e̪̭̠̲̜ṛ̮͎̣̹̝̮i̯͠n̦͍͇̻̜̩g̟?̴̯͉̰̥Why couldn't I at least fire once… I just wanted… to serve my country.
Fubuki shuddered, a hand clasped onto her shoulder but when she turned to look there was nobody close enough to have touched her.
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, NO MATTER WHO I WAS, NO MATTER WHO I WILL BE FORCED TO BECOME… I WILL NEVER LET GO OF THIS HATRED…
The hand gripping Fubuki's shoulder tightened. Something was pressing up behind her now! She could feel something's breath tickle the back of her left ear.
And you little destroyer… Unless you'd like to end up just like the flag faker it'd be best stay out of my way.
I woke up with my body engulfed in flames… Dear God why am I on fire?! Underwater no less! Why am I underwater? Wait… why am I on fire, underwater? Why am I covered in oil on fire underwater?! I'm leaking oil? WHY AM I LEAKING OIL WHICH IS COVERING MY BODY WHICH IS ALSO ON FIRE THANKS TO SAID OIL UNDERWATER!
LOG 1
Ok… so how am I supposed to do this? Umm… so name, date, time, location? A-alright… Well for anyone who might find this off of my eventual corpse I don't know my name, I have no clue what the day or year is, it looks as if it might be noonish from the ruined porch I'm sitting on, and the location seems to be some sort of island.
For the sake of my decaying memory I'll be putting as many events as possible within this little recording device I've been given by this… 'crew' of mine. Oh yeah, I've got a crew of tiny little girls walking about in my body… nobody take this out of context.
Huh? Explain from the beginning? O-ok will do Valke.
Well, to be frank, I have no clue where to begin. I only remember that I was withdrawing money from the bank with a friend of mine, then… nothing. Haaah… it hurts my head. What are you guys complaining about? Well sorry if I can't fall into a routine I've never experienced in my life!
Those little shits… I don't know if they're trying to help me keep my mind off of the numbing reality I'm facing or if they generally enjoy pissing me off.
Back to the topic on hand… I can't quite remember how this all came to be. After the bank it all was blank, oh joy I'm making rhyme and reason in this madness now!
CLANG!
OW! Son of a bitch that hurt! The fuck was that for?!
HEY!
FINE! What did I ever do to deserve this?... Alright, I awoke at a time of 0900. A coating of ignited oil over my body quickly clued me into the fact I was on fire. It took the crew until 1000 to finally put it out, by then I -the nameless vessel- had assisted by rolling around in the dirt. Yes you heard correctly, dirt. I ran, FUCKING RAN! Ontop of the water to get to land, which surprisingly wasn't that far from where I was. I'm more impressed I didn't blow the fuck up with how many fires were so close to live ammunition.
HEY!
DO YOU WANT THIS DONE OR NOT?! I really don't care if I'm supposed to make this sound professional Valke! I am a civilian ok!?
Hey…
… Sorry, it's just… stressful yaknow? I don't know who I'm supposed to be, I can't even remember the faces of my family. Ok… Where was I… ah yeah. After that extremely close call I kinda… cried?
Hey
Fine, I fucking balled my eyes out...
I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks… the blistering heat was finally gone and I could breathe again. This did not dampen the absolute terror I felt from nearly asphyxiating though. At least I wasn't experiencing a panic attack. A bitter part of my mind chimed. Fuck you thoughts I don't need you right now.
VALKE 1
What do I think of this disaster? *The creaking of a chair and the harsh sliding of it fill the recording* This whole situation has gone FUBAR. The crew is disoriented, frightened and rightly so! *The thump that accompanied the rising voice of the one behind the mic gives way to the smashing of glass* Damnit… hahh I'll clean that up after. It's unfortunately not only the men I fear for. The vessel, our ship, has been inconsolable for the past hour, even after the flames had been put out. Her state of mind brings great cause for concern and with little knowledge of what has happened, I, as the captain cannot in good conscience leave the vessel alone for more than a few minutes. I'll have to delegate a member of the crew to do so, I have to ensure the whole operation doesn't blow up… that is once we find out what our orders are. Given the odd radio silence from Pearl, the lack of surrounding life, the conflicting information from the crew and ████████████ I fear the worst…. *A deep sigh can be heard in the background* Alright, turn it off. I need to speak to her.
LOG 1-Continued
Hey…
T-Thanks Valke… I feel a little better now. *Ahem!* Anyway, I did some reconnaissance after I finally stopped crying. I had actually woken up in the wreckage of a ship believe it or not. This ship wasn't actually sunken that far down so I could swim around it easily. My… well I guess it is my crew since I'm the ship now. What kind of ship you may be asking (though I have no clue who would listen to someone as bitchy as me)? Well my crew has given me the specs and… I'm a motherfucking battleship! Like HOLY SHIT! Hehehe I'm a 'big' girl now.
CLANG!
OW! God you guys are such sticklers… Anyway looking through the plans I'm what's called a Pennsylvania-class battleship! It's so cool! Yet also really old… like incredibly old.
Hey?
What do you mean by that? Look when the fighting began the class was basically almost thirty years old right?
Hey!
Ah ok… it got 'modernized' at least ten years before one of them sunk… Skimming over my lack of knowledge on what that could mean. It still means that ten years between then… ten years is a long time yaknow.
Hey!
I guess but arms races have taught me differently. Anyway!~ Checking out the battleship revealed an oil leak. Which… yeah that's the reason why I was covered in oil. As for why I was on fire…
Hey!
Yup, someone was smoking when they shouldn't have been apparently and when the whole crew was out like a light along with myself it kinda… lit the whole place up like a matchbox? Anyway that's why I nearly burned. My deck needs to be cleaned and the wood replaced plus we need to check which ship I am. I kinda want a name to be called other than 'vessel'.
Hey
I know, I know I'm staying on task. Umm… last thoughts, let's see. I dunno where I am quite yet. This place is an island. I'm pretty certain about it and as for the ship that's in the water… I feel… connected to it. It's something I'll have to think on later though because right now I gotta go… eat a car… please tell me you guys are joking.
Hey Hey Hey
… HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
END OF LOG 1