Kantai Collection Quest: Pacific Strike 42

>I think the Pacific needs them more.

>Any extra help is appreciated.

She'd more likely than not choose a more punny or cosmopolitan name.

Something like Ginger Elly Nerick

"Any extra help would be appreciated." You shrug. "Even if it's coming from some subs."

"That would be a great relief to us." Dorsteshire smiles. "We have a few Astute-class submarines to help patrol our waters, but they're terribly overworked."

"I think we can get them down here inside a day." The Captain nods. "In the meantime, I suggest you all make preparations for offensive operations. I won't pretend to know how you Falklands girls handle it, but I hope you can help out ours.

"Oh, that's no problem at all, Captain." Dorsetshire takes a sip of her tea. "You've shipped in enough supplies to keep the both of our fleets quite well stocked for the time being."

"Then I'll leave you all to it." The Captain nods as he stands up from his chair, gives a polite salute to the gathered shipgirls, and marches off.

"Such a dashing young man!" Exeter snickers as she gently prods Dorsetshire's side. "Perhaps you should ask him out?"

"Don't joke about something like that." Dorsetshire sighs in exasperation, as if this sort of teasing was common from Exeter. "Besides, I thought your type didn't approve of such relationships?"

"I only advocate sex after marriage and only for the purposes of procreation!" Exeter giggles, obviously not being very serious about what she says.

"You're rather odd for a nun..." White Plains frowns.

"I'm not a nun, I just like dressing as one!" Exeter winks while Dorsetshire facepalms in the background.

"B-besides, I think you'd be violating all s-sorts of regulations!" Victorious adds in, still sweating rather profusely.

>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.
>The Captain's a one man crew lookin' for loooove~!
>Other

>>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.

>>>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.

>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.

>>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.
More like is anchor in her though, given the noise both of them make.

>>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.

>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.

>Yeah, you better back off. Someone else has got her anchor on him.

"Yeah, well, you better back off." You grin playfully as you lean back in your chair. "Someone else has got her anchor on him."

"Oh my~." Exeter giggles while Dorsetshire pretends not to look interested.

"R-really?!" Victorious sweats a bit more. "Who?!"

"Hmmm, well, Enterprise and Iowa immediately spring to mind!" Exeter chuckles.

"You shouldn't start rumors like that." Dorsetshire tuts. "It'll set a bad example for Achilles and Ajax."

"Oh, I'm sure they'd be able to tell when it's serious or not!" Exeter assures her.

As if on cue, there's a loud cry from the field as Wren, Luce, and Daly cling to Ajax's arms and legs as she tries to slog her way to endzone with the football in her clutches. Achilles was sword dueling with Kidd for... some reason. You're not too sure why but you're probably sure it wasn't all that important in the big scheme of things. Johnston, Heerman, and Haida cheered on from the sidelines with varying levels of enthusiasm.

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure." Dorsetshire sighs at the sight and checks her watch. "Oh dear, it'll be sundown soon. Perhaps we should pack this up..."

>Head to the dock. You're starting to feel a bit stiff.
>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.
>Maybe you should make a call to Woel.
>Other

>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.

>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.

>>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.

>>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.

>Maybe you should make a call to Woel.

>>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.

>>Check out their armory. Maybe you can get tuned up.

>>Maybe you should make a call to Woel.
Let's see how she's doing.

>>Maybe you should make a call to Woel.

>Maybe you should make a call to Woel.

>Maybe you should make a call to Woel.

"How about you show us your armory? My Rig got a little banged up on the way here so I thought it could use a bit of a tune up." You mention.

"Hmmm, not a bad idea." Dorsetshire sets her cup down and stands up. "Exeter, I can trust you to handle the cleanup?"

"Of course, you go do what you have to." Exeter smiles politely. "Victorious, why don't you go along with them? You've been complaining how your planes haven't been quite as responsive lately."

"W-well, actually..." Victorious stammers.

"Come along now." Dorsetshire pats Victorious on the shoulder as she walks past, which seems to seal Victorious' fate as the carrier sighs and follows suit.

"Oh, oh! I want to see what kind of EWAR equipment they have!" Anna bounces up and down excitedly.

"I think I need my Rig checked out, too." Portland nods. "Those Abyssals put a few rounds into my superstructure."

"Lewd." You chuckle.

"Shut up." Portland groans.

"I'll keep an eye on the others for you." San Diego smiles as she watches the destroyers and other light cruisers continue to tussle on the field.

"I'm actually a bit curious what kind of planes they keep here." White Plains stands up.

"Maybe I should go with you all-" San Francisco starts to get up until she's gently but sternly pushed back down by Exeter.

"Oh no, I think you should stay a while longer." Exeter says with a smile that was just a bit too wide. "It's quite rude not to drink the tea your host brews."

"Sorry, Tea is not really my thi-" San Francisco pauses, or rather is stopped, mid sentence by Exeter's cheerful glare.

"Perhaps you should finish. Your. Tea."

"Y-yes ma'am." San Francisco squeaks.

Holy crap that was priceless.

>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.
>Maybe you should help out San Fran a bit.
>Other

>>Maybe you should help out San Fran a bit.

>Maybe you should help out San Fran a bit.

>>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.

>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.

>>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.

>>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.

>>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.

>>Maybe you should help out San Fran a bit.

>>Just like Exeter says. She's gotta finish her tea and like it.
Pour more for her.

Guyssss, San Fran needs more screen time, what are you guys going?!

She's probably just using this as an excuse to leave as soon we're not looking

>Maybe you should help out San Fran a bit.

Is the support we're getting going to include shipgirl Tarin?

Almost certainly

Well, just like Exeter says, San Fran should finish her goddamn tea and like it. You give her a little farewell wave as you all leave, and San Fran shoots you a poisonous glare as if you were the ultimate traitor.

But that moment doesn't last long, as soon enough all of you are marching off following Dorsetshire's lead. All of you make some small talk on the way there, mostly just gleaning further technical details on each others' specs and what kind of modern pop culture stuff you were all catching up on. Apparently, the British girls here couldn't get enough this show called Doctor Who or something like that. Maybe you'd get around to giving that a try once you got through your own endless backlog.

Finally, you all arrive at the Falklands Base armory. It's a bit shabbier than Shen's place back in Pearl. It looked to be more of a repurposed warehouse rather than an actual military facility, but you suppose it had to be built in a bit of a hurry, so it was understandable.

(cont)

"And here is the Workshop." Dorsetshire motions to the building. "This is where all of our Rig maintenance and upgrades are handled!"

And that's when the big warehouse doors slowly but steadily slide open, revealing a rather small and old man in a lab coat. He squints as eyes adjust to the fading sunlight, and for a second you think you're looking at Shen.

"Ah, so these are our new guests?" The man shuffles forward to get a better look at you all, with that classic look of utter scientific fascination. "Welcome to my humble little workshop! I'm Qyburn, but you may just call me Q if you prefer! Please do come in. You're all free to look, but ask before you touch!"

"Thank you, sir." Portland smiles as she and the rest of the girls file into the Workshop. Almost immediately, Anna and White Plains dash off to the section storing all of the carrier Rigs and gear, with a reluctant Victorious in tow. Portland migrates towards the maintenance area, where again she's locked in what was probably a REALLY boring conversation. You look around a bit more and see lots of destroyer parts and gear laying around in one section. And down at the far end, you could see another area under rather heavy guard. Was that where they were keeping the captured Wa-class?

>Hang out with the carriers.
>Hang out with the cruisers.
>Go check out the destroyer gear.
>Go investigate the Wa-class.
>Other

Wonder what type of ship though? A LPH or a submarine?

>>Go investigate the Wa-class.

>Go check out the destroyer gear.

>>Go check out the destroyer gear.

>>Go check out the destroyer gear.

Let's see what sorts of arms and armour we have here.

>the only armour we find is a 'bikesuit'

>>Go check out the destroyer gear.

>>Go investigate the Wa-class.

>Go check out the destroyer gear.

>>Go investigate the Wa-class.

Probably a sub. Tarin's always the stealthy one.

>Go investigate the Wa-class.

>Go check out the destroyer gear.

REMINDER THAT HOEL IS BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL

So how long can a sub girl hold her breath underwater, anyways?

Which reminds me... when Woel land in Japan, what sort of shenanigans do you think will happen?

She gets slapped in the face by the Mikasa for calling her 'grandma'? Joins an eating competition and gets outed as a 'Shipgirl' because she won?

We should get her a gift when we meet up again.

Probably as much as the sub's real capabilities. Which, in WW2, could stretch from several hours to several days. If she's a nuclear sub she can stay down indefinitely, only going up because she gets hungry.

Probably has a delinquent gang of old WW1 ships and they go around beating up Abyssals.

So she's running around Azuma, Mishima, Yakumo?

>Post Q pic
>Post ends in 007

All of my wut.

Anyways writan.

>"You're impossibly fast. You're pale, and your hair is white. Your eyes are an unnatural color...Your eyes change color... and sometimes you speak like you're from a different time."
>"I know what you are."
>"Say it."
>"German."

>>Go investigate the Wa-class.

>Woel is mistaken for a german destroyer

Fund it.

You saunter over to the sectionw here all of the destroyer gear is being kept. You could see all manner of parts and gadgets, ranging from replacement gun turrets and radar masts to entire pre-built hull sections for quick replacement of damaged Rigs. However, besides just the replacement and maintenance parts, you could see quite a few more.. .exotic items littered about, as well. Fancy shit like modern missiles and other such things, kind of like back in Shen's armory.

"Ah, do you like what you see?" Qyburn smiles as he shuffes up behind you. "Shen has told me all about the little troublemaker you are!"

"You know Shen?" You blink in surprise.

"Why of course!" Qyburn chortles. "The both of us used to be colleagues, after all! But alas, when the war started, we each returned to our respective motherlands to assist the war effort. However, the both of us do coordinate special projects from time to time. Do you think he managed to miniaturize that modern radar of yours all by himself?"

"That' kinda what I assumed." You shrug.

"Ah, typical Americans, always taking the credit." Qyburn shakes his head with a smile. "However, Shen has been sending be quite regular updates on your and your fellow shipgirls' conditions, and we both have concluded that you're all overdue for additional refits, what with all of the combat you girls have seen since Midway. And I daresay that you'll need them in the battle to come!"

"Upgrades!?" You eyes light up. "SHOW ME."

(cont)

>Goes whole hog to act like somebody from the Kriegsmarine
>MAXIMUM STEREOTYPE
>Suddenly actual Kriegsmarine ship who thinks she could be a new friend

FIREPOWER

Mark 45 5"/54 Gun: A direct replacement for your current Mark 12 5"/38 guns, the Mark 45 cannon boasts improved fire rate, range, and penetration.

Harpoon Launcher: Replaces your torpedo launcher with a 4-tube missile launcher loaded with AGM-84 Harpoon antiship missiles, giving you range unmatched by any torpedo.

Mark 48 Torpedo Launcher: Replaces your current Mk14 torpedoes with the more modern Mk48 ADCAP torpedoes, increasing anti-submarine and anti-ship capability

DEFENSE

Phalanx CIWS: Adds a rapid fire 20mm vulcan cannon capable of engaging aircraft, incoming munitions, and even light surface targets at close ranges.

SeaRAM: Adds a portable missile launcher that can engage aerial targets at a much longer range and accuracy than the Phalanx, but cannot engage surface targets.

Composite Armor: Replaces your standard steel hull with high strength composites, vastly improving armor protection.

Explosive Reactive Armor: ERA blocks placed at certain critical areas of your Rig will protect from the first hit that would otherwise cause catastrophic damage.

SENSORS

AEGIS Datalink (NEW): A modern radar is fearsome on its own, but when linked to the combined arsenal of the US Navy, it is nigh unstoppable. An AEGIS Datalink allows the user to directly or indirectly control any conventional asset with a datalink. Effects with other AEGIS Datalink-capable shipgirls are currently unknown.

Countermeasures Suite: A combination of decoys, chaff launchers, and electronic warfare modules can serve to defend from a wide range of threats.

Towed Sonar Array: Replaces your current sonar with a more modern towed array that vastly improves detection of underwater threats.

Drone Launcher: Adds a small catapult that can launch up to two automated drones that can serve as additional sensor platforms and scouts.

(cont)

>Woel and her adventures with Bismark and co

MERC COMMAND, PLEASE

PROPULSION

Diesel Electric Engines: Replaces your boilers with diesel engines in combination with electrical generators to improve speed and power generation.

Dynamic Screws: Propellers that can automatically change configuration serve to significantly increase maneuverability.

>You are now eligible for TWO upgrades! So lets choose the first one! Pick the category you want!
>FIREPOWER
>DEFENSE
>SENSORS
>PROPULSION

>PROPULSION
A NEED FOR SPEED AND ENGINES THAT DON'T EXPLODE

>FIREPOWER

>DEFENSE

I bet a lot of Japanese Ship girls would buy it.

>Woel goes from doing Maid/Waitress work in the states to volunteering in shipping supplies overseas to going from Japan all the way to Germany.

>>DEFENSE
>>PROPULSION

>>SENSORS

AEGIS Datalink (NEW): A modern radar is fearsome on its own, but when linked to the combined arsenal of the US Navy, it is nigh unstoppable. An AEGIS Datalink allows the user to directly or indirectly control any conventional asset with a datalink. Effects with other AEGIS Datalink-capable shipgirls are currently unknown.

What in all the hells is this?! Mamma mia!

>DEFENSE
I'll admit it, I want the CIWS so we can bully carriers

>>DEFENSE

Woops, just go for: DEFENCE

>>DEFENSE

Woel having a rags to riches story where somehow she ends up on another team during the final battle would be perfect.

Why isn't this in qst?

>PROPULSION

We need to replace the boilers.

>PROPULSION

NUCLEAR POWER

I thought we got rid of you?

>>DEFENSE
CIWS FTW! Fuck all the airplanes and missiles!

I'm genuinely curious, no intent to bait.

>>Woel goes from doing Maid/Waitress work in the states to volunteering in shipping supplies overseas to going from Japan all the way to Germany.

>Hoel writes her memoirs
>A Hoel of Four Navies: From American to Abyssal to Japanese to German, and Why My Life is Pure Bullshit

>Why My Life is Beautiful

Fixed

>SENSORS

>SENSORS

>Released alongside it:
>Why Woel is Beautiful, and Abyssals are Beautiful
>By Totallynot A. Cultist

Everyone needs a champion.