Kantai Collection Quest: Pacific Strike 41

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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 were having a bit of a tea party with the Royal Navy ships Exeter, Achilles, Ajax, and Victorious, with Anna here as your American backup.

So far, you thought that Achilles and Ajax were pretty cool. Honestly, you saw them more as glorified destroyers rather than cruisers, considering their smaller size and armament compared to their larger cousin Exeter. Their aggression and physicality also made a good impression on you.

Exeter reminded you a bit of Mulberry. She had that quiet air of coolness and calm that served as a counterpoint to Achilles and Ajax, to the point where you suspected that all three ships had actually served together in the War. Your knowledge of foreign navies wasn't really all that great, though, so you could be wrong.

(cont)

Victorious, on the other, looked to be a constant nervous wreck, like she had the constant feeling that she wasn't supposed to be here. You could also notice her sweating rather profusely, even though the weather wasn't particularly that hot. However, despite that, she seemed to get along well with Anna, both of them being carriers, and all.

Meanwhile, you weren't all that much of a tea person. The shit was way too bitter for your taste, which was why you ended up just pouring sugar liberally into your cup, much to the poorly disguised disgust of all of the present British ships.

The scones were fucking excellent, though.

"So, Hoel." Exeter gives that typical glowing smile of hers. "How do you like the Falklands? I understand it's quite the far cry from the Pacific."

>Fucking COLD AS HELL. How do you Brits stand this?
>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.
>It's pretty nice here, actually.
>Other

>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

Live, from Veeky Forums, it's FRIDAY NIGHT
This week, Boatships gets more cool features in 0.5.9 and Boatgirls gets summer event teasers and a pasta plane

>>Other
Bully Victorious into our harem!

>>Fucking COLD AS HELL. How do you Brits stand this?

Time for the best day of the week.

>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

>Fucking COLD AS HELL. How do you Brits stand this?

>"How do you like the Falklands?

HELLO, ROOM SERVICE? THIS ROOM STILL SMELLS LIKE ARGIES! CAN YOU SEND UP SOME BLACK TEA AND A FAN?

New kant-o-celle thread never

>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

>>Eh, I got kinda used to the cold in Norfolk.

B-B-RITTANIA WILL RISE AGAIN, YOU ASSBLASTED ARGIE FUCK!

Brexit bitch.

Call again when QE is on sea trials

D-D-AMN DEGENERATES!

Do you think we'll ever be able to drink hard liquor, considering our shipgirl anatomy?

We'll roll a 1 if we do.

>degenerates
Few folks I know who speak such words

映画でも探せ、紅茶のパックは自分で持参してるだろ、バカがマネするなって事だ

Well, it'd certainly be interesting to see how civilian life would be if they aren't able to age (if they're able to be fully integrated, that is).

You'd get eternal children, teenagers, and women running around.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>Find also in the movie, tea of the pack you would have to bring your own, but that I Do not fool to imitate

Let's try it out. Hoel can just burn it for fuel right?

>Eternally young women

I'm pretty sure that some men like the idea of having a woman staying eternally young. It would sorta be weird for their families, and the kids, but I think it'll be fine in the end.

So, not the worst of nights but definitely not one to repeat then?

>sorta be weird for their families

>Jeez Joey, why is your great-great-great-grandma so hot?

"Eh, well, I kinda got used to the cold when we were deployed in Norfolk." You shrug just as a bitingly chilly breeze blows past, eating into your exposed parts of your hull. "So it doesn't bother me that much."

"Oh, that's right, you were there with Constitution." Exeter nods in recognition.

"We saw the whole thing on the telly!" Achilles bounces up and down in her chair. "That was so cool, the stuff you did! Takin' out those terrorists like that!"

"The most we deal with on the human side is the occasional Argie patrol that harasses our supply convoys." Ajax chuckles.

"Still, makes me wish we can do the same with Victory." Exeter sighs. "The poor girl hasn't been seaworthy for quite a while."

Huh, you vaguely remembered that name. She was like the Brit's version of Constitution or something.

And suddenly your radar throbs. Ships were coming. Lots of them.

Oh shit, was it the others...?

>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING
>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY
>Other

>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING

>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING

>They just call shipgirls "G.....GMILFS"

>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

>>THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING

>inb4 shipgirl family trees start looking like this

>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

This quest needs more pale girls.

Mulberry and Woel for life yo

...

Ya know, you'd think that after the 2nd or 3rd generation, somebody would think something was up.

Fuck, that's some Hapsburg level shit right there.

>"AH! My cute little sister is actually a WW2 Destroyer and my AUNT!!!"

>Implying destroyers can give birth

REMINDER HOEL IS BEAUTIFUL

>>FALKLANDS TEA PARTY

Sounds like the making of a B-list Family SitCom.

You lean back your chair, content to just let things play out. Who knows, maybe the Fletchers would actually behave them-

"GERONIMOOOOO!" Daly screams as she tackle hugs Anna, knocking the poor communications ship out of her seat.

"Ah!" Anna yelps.

"BOARDERS!" Achilles and Ajax yelp, instinctively leaping to their feet to defend their tea table just as Wren and Kidd leap into the fray. The light cruisers successfully block or divert their their attempts to tackle hug Victorious and Exeter. You note that Exeter has calmly and casually slid back a relatively safe distance away from the table, sipping her tea cup without a care in the world.

Meanwhile, Victorious yelps and practically falls out of her seat in fright, making Achilles and Ajax's attempts in defending her pointless.

"AHOY, MATEYS!" Kidd bellows as she draws her sword on Ajax, Pepe chirping happily on her hat. "HAND OVER YE BOOTY AND YOUR PRETTY LASSES AND NOBODY GETS HURT!"

"SOD OFF, YA CUNT!" Achilles bellows back.

"Sorry, they're just really excited to see new faces..." Luce groans as she walks up to you.

"Hoel, can you pleeeease rein them in?" Portland sighs as she jogs up, out of breath.

At this point, Achilles had drawn a long spear and Ajax a short sword. Daly was still wrapped around Anna while Victorious looked to about to faint on the spot.

Exeter meanwhile maintained that cool British stoicism her kind were supposedly so well known for.

>Might as well help out.
>Nah, it looks like they're all having fun.
>Other

>Navy has to detain people trying to get into the pants of a certain supposedly "Adult" Shipgirl.

>>Nah, it looks like they're all having fun.

>KIDD, GIVE THEM NO QUARTER!

>>Might as well help out.
Gotta be the responsible one

>>Nah, it looks like they're all having fun.

Kill jester

>Might as well help out.

>Might as well help out.

>>Might as well help out.

>>Might as well help out.

Kiss the feet of hermes.

have you seen Johnson in this quest? She's built like an Takao class CA

"Fine, fine." You sigh as you finally get up to your feet. You suppose you got your fun out of this. "Luce, you get Wren and Sweet Pea, you get the pirate. I'll handle Daly."

"All right." Portland nods as she stomps up behind Kidd. The pirate destroyer doesn't even notice her approach, but Pepe does as he chirps useless.

"Shut it, Pepe! I'm about to skewer a British sea dog!" Kidd gloats as she waves her cutlass around. "Now come at me ya stinkin'- AGGGH!"

"That's enough out of you." Portland grunts as she quite literally pulls Kidd away by the collar.

"TRAITORS! ALL OF YOU!" Kidd screams and thrashes helplessly. "YER ALL GONNA WALK PLANK! PEPE! GET 'EM!"

Pepe merely flies away and settles on your head instead.

"TRAAAAIIITOOOOR!" Kidd screams.

Meanwhile, Luce is barely able to pull Wren away, hooking her arms under the other destroyer's armpits.

Achilles and Ajax make a move to lunge forward, but a slight cough from Exeter causes them to freeze. Looks like she had them pretty well trained.

You pry Daly off of Anna with a tickle attack to her sides. It was a weakness of most destroyers, considering your thin hulls. Daly giggles uncontrollably as she loses control of her limbs and practically slides off Anna.

"Anna, are you okay?" You ask as you hold a hand down to her.

(cont)

"Yeah, I guess." Anna pouts, like she's jealous of something, though you're not sure why.

"Oh my, you've got quite the active little group there." Exeter finally speaks up, setting her tea cup down. "Though I thought there would be more of you."

"Oh, well, we're just the advance party." Portland says as she casually hauls Kidd over her shoulder to secure her. "The others are helping unload supplies at the dock. They'll catch up shortly."

"Excellent! It's a good thing I brought extra tea then." Exeter nods with contentment.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Portland narrows her eyes as she glares at Victorious, who's just now gotten back to her feet. "You look familiar..."

"W-what?" Victorious starts sweating cannon shells. "I d-don't know what you're talking about!"

"Wait, now I see it!" Portland snaps her finger. "You're Robin, aren't you?"

Victorious goes white like a sheet.

Wait a minute...

>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?
>Holy shit, ROBIN?!
>Other

>>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?

>>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?

>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

Takao-class is kind of pushing it, probably more of a Pringles

>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>Wait, you know her, Sweet Pea?

>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

Still wouldn't be surprised if people mistake her as a young 20-something year old.

>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

>>Holy shit, ROBIN?!

I don't get it

"Holy shit, ROBIN!?" You blink several times. Now that you see it... she WAS familiar!

"Y-yes." Victorious squeaked.

"I HAD NO FUCKING CLUE YOU WERE A BRIT." You bound over and give Victorious a big bear hug like the old comrade she was. "Holy shit! That's just... wow! I was wondering where the fuck you went!"

"I was barely in the USN for a year..." Victorious bites her lip.

"Nonsense!" You slap her on the back. " You did good there, Vicky!"

"V-vicky?!" Victorious' sweating intensifies.

"Yeah! We're all buds, aren't we?" You glance over to Portland.

"The others are going to be so surprised." Portland grins.

"Vicky..." Exeter repeats the nickname, as if trying out a new exotic food. "That's quite the catchy nickname!"

"Not you too, Exeter!" Vicky groans.

"Sorry, but the Yanks do have the occasional good idea!" Exeter chuckles.

"Boooooooring." Daly groans. "Can we do something other than-"

Without missing a beat Portland picks up the dropped rugby ball and tosses it into the field.

"FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL!" The Fletchers shriek as they dash after it like puppies.

"Good one, Sweet Pea." You grin as you nudge Portland appreciatively.

"Honestly, I should have done that sooner." Portland shakes her head then looks around. "Where's Dorsetshire? She's not with you?"

"Huh, guess she didn't come back yet." You shrug.

"Odd. She's normally very prompt." Exeter refills her teacup. "Perhaps someone should fetch her?"

>You might as well go check.
>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.
>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.
>Other

>>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.

Google USS Robin.

>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>You might as well go check.

>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.
tease/play with anna, she obviously wants to be tickled

>Somebody's gotta keep the Fletchers busy.

>You might as well go check.

Victorious was loaned to the US after Enterprise got damaged at the Battle of the Santa Cruz Islands and Saratoga was the only carrier we had in the Pacific. Her callsign was "Robin", and she went back once the first Essexes came off the assembly lines.

>>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

>>Maybe you'll go see what's keeping the others.

Thanks!

"I'll go see what's keeping the others." You grin as you jog past Portland and pat her on the shoulder. "You keep on eye on the Fletchers, will ya?"

"Of course." Portland groans.

"H-hey, wait for me!" Anna jogs after you.

"I suppose I can send Achilles and Ajax to fetch Dorsetshire." Exeter shrugs.

"See ya later, Hoel!" The Fletchers bid you farewell in unison as they take turns tossing the rugby ball around to each other. "Why don't you in with us later?"

"I'll think about it!" You grin. "C'mon, Anna!"

The two of you have a vague idea of how to get back to the dock. Really, all you had to do was follow the traffic and head toward the coast. There, you could see the US Navy fleet holding position offshore, with the freighters they were escorting docking directly in the harbor. There, you could see your sisters and the rest of the task force help load a set of crates into the back of a waiting truck.

"Thanks a lot!" The truck driver nods appreciatively as he drives away.

"Heh, trying to run up some community service?" You grin at your sisters.

"Ah, well, we just figured we do our part!" Johnston laughs as she flexes her arms. "Plus we can show off some of that shipgirl strength of ours!"

"Definitely showing something off." Heerman sighs as she breaks her accusing gaze from Johnston's chest.

"Is it true they have a carrier here?" Morgan asks, obviously eager to meet more of her own class.

"They do!" You grin. "It's fucking Robin!"

"WHAT?!" Morgan and your sisters' jaws drop.

"Yeah! She was fuckin' Brit the whole time!" You shrug.

"You didn't know?" San Diego frowns. "I thought it was obvious."

"It never crossed my mind." Morgan admits. "She was using American planes..."

(cont)

>Morgan

"My god! That must mean there's more secret Brits in the Navy!" Johnston gasps.

"Idiot." Heerman rolls her eyes. "America used to be British colony, remember?"

"HOLY SHIT THAT MEANS WE'RE ALL SECRET BRITS?" Johnston gasps again.

"Sometimes I can't tell if you're seriously this dense." Heerman sighs.

"Are there any other ships?" Haida tugs at your sleeve, obviously eager to meet more ships from the Commonwealth.

"Yeah!" Anna chimes in. "Like Exeter, Achilles, and Ajax! Exeter's so nice and kind!"

"R-really." Haida nods. "T-that's nice."

>Feeling a little homesick?
>C'mon, lets go meet them!
>Other

I guess it has to happen at least once a thread.

>C'mon, lets go meet them!

>>Feeling a little homesick?

>Feeling a little homesick?

>C'mon, lets go meet them!

>>Feeling a little homesick?

>Feeling a little homesick?

It happens like twice every thread. Probably.

>>Feeling a little homesick?

>>Feeling a little homesick?

>Feeling a little homesick?

"Feeling a little homesick?" You ask as you ruffle Haida's hair.

"O-of course not!" Haida pouts at the childish form of affection. "It's just... I really miss Ontario, you know?"

"Oh, I see that's how it is." You grin. "Well, I'm sure you'll like Exeter then, ain't that right, Anna?"

"O-oh, yeah! She's really nice"! Anna nods in agreement. "I think you'll like her!"

"Hm, if you say so." Haida sighs. "It's just... we're practically at Antarctica. This is... this is probably the farthest away from home we've ever been..."

>Don't worry, I kinda feel the same way.
>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!
>Other

>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

>>Well, you have nothing to worry! You're on you're own little slice of Commonwealth! It's like you never left home!

Well, with a lot less Maple Syrup, and Maple Trees, and more stoic rather than friendly shipgirls.