: Ah!
: Wha- What was that? A dream?"mmm..."
:
(Ah, everyone's stil sleeping. I have to keep my voice down.): Big sister...
: (We're only a few years apart, but my older sisters have always been so far ahead of me.)
: (And ever since I came here all I've done is be helpless and make a fool of myself...)
: (I can't keep being a burden on her; the "I'm the youngest sister" excuse can only go so far...)"Chibiten... It's... okay..."
: Huh?!
: (Ah, she's still sleeping...)
: (Is she dreaming about me?)
: (Thank you for caring so much about this useless sister of yours.)
: (I wonder what she's dreaming about.)
"PUNISHMENT TIME"
:
*Internalized screaming*: (No matter how you look at it, they're still just children...)
: (Has the situation gotten so bad that they're sending children into combat?)
: (But what can someone like me do? I'm just so useless.)
: (Stop it! Don't think like that! If kids can fight, so can you!)
"mm.... Mafuyu....Onee-san..."
: (Ah, are they dreaming abou-)"PUNISHMENT TIME"
:
*Internalized screaming intensifies*Later...
: I can't sleep...
*beep beep*
: Ah! Hello?! Hello?
: We're through! It worked!
: Of course it did. And this is why you listen to the Linux user.
: Yes, you've already made that quite clear the last dozen times you've said it.
: Are you ever going to let this go?
: Never.
: That's enough.
: I'm so glad you're all alright! When we were cut off so suddenly I was so worried...
: I'm glad to see you pulled through that in one piece as well. I'd go over what happened, but I think we've had enough of that. Let's just say technology does not necessarily make things easier.
: Well Y'know, if you had just listened to me when-
: We get it Bobby.
: If you could just swap over to internal comms. It's late and we don't want to wake the others.
: Internal comms?
: Just focus on it, you can turn it off and on at will.
: (Testing... Testing... Is this working?)
: Perfectly.
: (Couldn't we have done this earlier?)
: Not quite, we just installed the Military Comm Unit. Broadband Broadcasting, you see. x2
: We've been burning the night oil to get all these new additions.
: As if anyone could sleep after hearing "that".
: Don't remind me. It was like the wailing of a thousand tormented cats.
: I was somewhat reminded of an ancient song relating to the eternal despair of souls long forgotten.
: It reminds me of that one time Golden Gate wanted me to test out some new spices. I don't know what it was, but it was singing along with the radio.
: Well I did tell you to use no more than a pinch.
: A cantankerous cacophony! Utterly ghastly! x2
: I dunno, it sounded a bit like a girl that just found out she had come from one horrible experience only to find that her saviors are just as bad, if not worse.
: In any case, we've been poring over the latest additions to our systems. I believe Bluebell and Lawless needed to speak with you about that.
: By the way, a little heads up before you start dumping things into the cargo holds would really be appreciated.
: (Okay?)
: I think we've finally managed to identify the parts that we've found!
: Really now? Please do tell.
: Well, you see. This thing. Yes. The thing. This is uh...
: A Ringamathinger! Yes! That's what it is.
: And? What does it do?
: It uh... Well let's move on to the next thing!
: This is uh... A Tubeamabob! And this thing here is a Rackamatizer!
: And these are blueprints, yes!
: Blueprints to what? Do tell.
: Uh... Well... If you look at the contour here, and the shape and comments here it's obvious that it's... that it's uh...
: It's a pOnOs.
: Bobby! x2
: No, seriously. Look, if you hold it up like this and then think of this part as "that part".
: Oh... Yeah, I can see what you're getting at...
: While we're asking the expert, would you kindly lend us your insight into this blueprint?
: It's a pOnOs with loads of smaller pOnOses inside. pOnOsception.
: Ah, of course, just what were we thinking?
: Well... I can sorta see it...
: Okay! Okay! I admit it! I have no idea what these things are!
: I've seen all sorts of parts and tech, but nothing like this.
: Professor?
: It's just as she says. Whatever these things are, I've never encountered anything like them with all my experience with shipgirl technology.
: Is any of it usable?
: Usable? Probably. As for what it's used for? I know about as much as when I started examining them.
: So in other words, they're glorified paperweights.
: We tried to reverse-engineer them, but that nearly sent a quarter of the tech team into the medical wing.
: Dangerous glorified paperweights. x2
: So the question is: where did you get these?
: (I... My sister gave them to me...)
: (My head... hurts...)
: Enough. There's nothing to be gained by burning ourselves out on this. Put it aside for now and we'll get back to it after a good night's rest.*Obtained Ringamathinger*
*Obtained Tubeamabob*
*Obtained Rackamatizer*
*Obtained Blueprint: pOnOs*
*Obtained Blueprint: pOnOsception*
: Are we seriously calling it "pOnOsception"?
: What about "Wienermaniener?
: On second thought, "pOnOsception" is fine.
: T-Bone, Ironsides, I'll need your reports before your next dive.
: (Dive?)
: I can explain that. When Shipgirls come hot out of conversion, there tends to be baggage leftover in the holds, we go in, gather anything useful and clear out the rest.
: Since we're on the subject, you may as well give a quick recap here.
: First there was the food, lots of fruit and tofu for some reason. A fad diet maybe?
: That's no good! The only thing fad diets slim is your wallet! x2
: After the hot tubs, there was a hold filled with heaps of crates labelled "Hull-grade steel".
: "Hull-grade steel" my aft. I took a look at it; it's just painted cardboard.
: A second, similar hold was filled with crates labeled "weapons".
: They were filled with flashlights.
: Oh, and I found this hat.
: Tch, some guys get all the luck.
: Was that all?
: All? I don't think we've even scratched the surface! I've never seen cargo holds that were so cavernous.
: (Waaaaah!)
: Wait, what happened to all the volatile radioactives we found?
: The colonel hogged it all to power his coffee machine.
: You're using twelve TONS of radioactives to make coffee?
: It's just not a proper cup of coffee if you can't tell the difference between drinking it or having your face shoved into the afterbirth of a newborn sun.
: (You mentioned squads, are there's more of you?)
: Well of course, aside from us, there are the pilots, reserve pilots, crew, mechanics, medical personnel, even marines. All manner of personnel required to run a ship of this size.
: (How many of you are there?)
: We have 400 pilots and then there's reserve pilots,about 500 marines, and a multitude of others. I'd say there are a bit more than 2,000 of us.
: (Two-Thou-)
: You'll have to understand the sheer amount of hardware here necessitates the quantity of personnel. We're working under skeleton crew conditions as it is.
: (But... I don't feel any heavier...)
: You'll lose if you think too hard. The short version is that you won't feel the displaced mass.
: (But...)
: Becoming a shipgirl means there's an expected increase in mass, but it's not noticeable. x2
: (Oh thank goodness, I was on a diet, and it somehow managed to end up like this an-)
: Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait... You ended up as a shipgirl because you were on a diet?
: (It's a long story... How much is the difference?)
: ...
: ...
: ...
: (What?)
: (Should we tell her?)
: (You've seen how sensitive she is about her weight!)
: (Plan B! Fake it out!) x2
: *Yawn* Oh wow, is it already this late?
: Looks like it is, we should all head to bed now.
: Yes! Proper sleep is essential for your complexion! x2
: What's the matter? The Lady asked a simple question.
: I have the specifications are right here sir.
: You are on the larger end of the spectrum but it shouldn'- GREAT JAWS OF JAVA!
: (What? What is it?)
: (Unacceptable! These numbers are unacceptable!)
: (We tried to tell you!) x2
: (It's okay! If we take out the weight of the planes...)
: (Don't forget the ordnance! I'll total up the numbers!)
: (And the cargo! And the fuel!)
: (We don't have nearly enough information about the amount in the lower holds yet...)
: (The info on SAR teams' motorboats and autogyros... Where did I put ?!)
: (Leave out the stuff in the lower holds. Rather, the provisions for the crew are...)
: (If we disregard the additions of the flight decks and external fit-outs then...) x2
: (We need to figure out an average of the weight of each crew member...)
: (No need for that, I have the exact numbers right here.)
: (Why do-)
: ("You'll lose if you think too hard.")
: (What's everyone whispering about?)
: We'll have that number in just a moment!
*scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble*
: Okay I got it! The displacement of a Mafuyu-Class Aircraft Carrier while empty is...
: Is?
: (I can't do it! I just can't do it!)
: (Well someone has to do it!)
: (Notit.) x2
: (Not i- tch!)
: (Guywhobreaksthenewssayswhat.)
: (What?... Damnit!)
: (I can't do it. I uh... I have to take Ironsides to the medbay!)
: (But I don't need to go to the-) *KER-POW!!!*
: (Welp, see you in a bit.)
: (I'll help!)
: (Disgraceful! Is there no man brave enough to carry out this task?!)
: (I'll do it!)
: (Is there no other man brave enough to carry out this task?!)
: (Don't look at me, I'm a doctor not a-)
: (I'm going to regret this, but here.)
: Lesse here, The displacement of an empty Mafuyu-class CV is 52,310 tons.
: ...
: She's taking this rather well.
: Y'see, this is why you should-
: (Let. It. Go. Bobby.)creeeeeeak...
:
Lady?*CRASH!*
Whoaaaaah!
Hey! Who turned out the lights?!
Miss Zero! Damage report!
What was that?!
An enemy attack?!
Ah! Tatsuta-san! Mafuyu she- Mafuyu sank!
Chibiten? Chibiten?!