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Patororu

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"Obsolete" is a word that may refer to technology, but never to the spirit. Indie Multimuse Kantai Collection OC RP Blog
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“PT boat… Oh, yeah. I got a niece and nephew that love harassing them. No wonder she ain’t too fond of us, bein’ pushed around by all sorts’a ships and planes.” Most of what he knew about the type was biased; it was information from the A6M2-N, and of course they laughed endlessly about how weak they appeared. “From the sound of things, I thought they didn’t even have weapons.”
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“Tons of times,” he answered.
Having gone through three different major remodels, there were plenty of chances for him to experience death. For him, it was only until the very last airframe was completely destroyed that he could die completely, and while he was fortunate in the sense of having an indefinite lifespan, it came with a heavy price of all the pain that came with the destruction of an airframe.
“I hadta learn that, too. The whole it’s-been-over-so-don’t-hold-grudges thing, I mean. Can’t really blame her for being pissed off, ‘cause I was pissed off for decades, but it’s all good now. Zero is still pretty bitter, though…”
And he wasn’t the only one. Of all the aircraft Hayato knew, though, he was certainly the biggest grudge-holder of them all. 
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“Well, for all her talk, she does her job decently enough... I guess.” Granted, their ‘job’ right now was mostly antisubmarine warfare, which played to the small, fast PT-109′s strengths. Nashi hadn’t actually seen her comrade in a ship-to-ship engagement yet. 

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“Oh, yeah, that’s right. I guess you’d kind of expect our most-produced aircraft to also be the most shot-down...” With shipgirls, it was pretty much one-and-done. You sank once, and that was it. For people like Hayato, it had to be a lot worse. “I’m mostly over it, since I got a second chance and some new toys after the war. I know it’s pretty rare for that to happen, though. I’m surprised so many people have gotten over it...”

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“After you, American girl. Let’s sink some ships!” Katsuragi grabbed her bow and gear. There was no need for her heavy anti-aircraft guns. This was more so a patrol mission–with benefits of shooting stuff
“Aircraft Carrier Katsuragi of the Japanese fleet ready to strike! Lead the way, I’ll cover your butt with my bombers and planes in case things get bad and we need to escape.”

She hopped in the water, tossing a depth charge absentmindedly. Her throwing arm was itching, and it was a good feeling. 

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“Katsuragi, huh? What sort of stuff did you do? I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t around for much of the war, so I’m still finding out about things.”

There was definitely time to talk before the pair made their way to hostile waters - though Asheville definitely kept one eye on her sonar just in case anything unusual appeared.

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“No, love, It’s far worse than that. I was built in a place your kind never set foot.”
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“I am an Irish barbarian.”
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“Oh, dear. I can’t imagine how the Empire will stand up to the onslaught. You seem to have forgotten your blue paint at home, though.”

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“An Itie stuck in the past, my apologies. I thought we have someone vaguely comparable to me for a moment.”
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“...I can’t imagine for a second that a provincial ship from Brittania could possibly outmatch a citizen from the heart of the Empire, but I suppose you’re free to think what you want.”

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“Acting Admiral Thonburi! I’m not shit!”

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“Power behind the throne, Sparviero. You are, but don’t worry about that.”

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“You could at least get better at pretending...”

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“Not every day I get thanked for doing my actual job, honestly.” 
Back in the war, the only navy personnel who would talk to him were few and far between. The A5M was probably the most surprising, to this day, and the Nagato. Now? He was still not used to it.
“Sounds dumb, but it’s good we’re all getting on instead of infighting like in the last war. Those things everyone’s fighting now are way worse than anything I ever threw down with.” It wasn’t often he saw them, but their escorts were even more difficult to fight than Hellcat, and damn if they weren’t just as difficult to take down when the engagement went in his favor.
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“Anyways… Nice to meet ya, Nashi. Must be hard to fight in the same fleet with yer ‘friend’ though. What kinda ship only carries an anti-tank gun, anyway?” The wording sounded much worse than intended; still not anywhere near an expert when it came to the types of ships, he was genuinely curious.
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“She’s a PT boat. From what I’ve heard, most of them aren’t even as lucky as she was in terms of armament. Like she always manages to remind me, she could take out a destroyer with that thing if she hits the right spots. Most of her type just got light AA guns.”

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“She’s also not really the biggest fan of us Japanese ships. I mean, we did sink her and all, but... almost all of us were sunk at some point. You must’ve been shot down sometime, too, right? For most of us, bygones are bygones, but she still holds a grudge. I think she’s only able to let herself work with me because I wasn’t even built at the time she went down.”

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“I was born to battle. I’m totally up for it, you know? With your sonar and my bombs, we’ll sink them faster than any other pair of ships, just gotta believe, right? I’ll be careful with what I got. Would hate for the admiral to think we’re wasteful.”
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“Well then, Japanese carrier girl... let’s get a move on! There’s a whole sea to patrol, and only so long until the Admiral notices!”

Asheville hoists up her Kanmusu gear, buckling it around her. Depth charge baseballs. Depth charge launcher baseball bat. Sonar. She can leave the guns back here, since she’s not preparing for any surface engagement.

“All right! USS Asheville, we’re on the way out!”

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“Heck yeah. I’ll shoot an arrow right between their eyes. Lets do it!”
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“Hmm? A carrier? I mean, if you think you’re up to it... I’ve got the sonar, so I’ll do the seeking. You drop the bombs when I tell you! And don’t miss - if there’s too much ammunition missing, the Admiral’ll know we’ve been up to something!”

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“Hehe. Hey, nobody’s watching right now. Wanna go out and sink some subs? We’ll smash them up!”

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“Oh, uh… yeah, ‘bout that… it’s.”
Complicated? He had no real purpose here before summer; though, it felt as if he’d found one in the ships that he had befriended. It was bad enough he had gotten in a bit of trouble for posing as a completely different person, but not being able to serve his actual purpose was difficult at best. Regrettable, though? Not at all.
“Long story, but I wasn’t s’posed to be here ‘til recently. Pro’ly, I should be in some sorta jail for impersonating a navy officer, too, but friends in high places and all that, now I do escort duty for the land based bombers.”
Hayato’s grammar was still terrible, even after being around well-mannered kanmusu for just short of two years.
“Anyways, everyone’s got a use, even them really light ships who can’t take hits good. Not like I can talk about taking hits… I’m Hayabusa. Nakajima Type 1 fighter aircraft.”
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“Type 1. I know that name. Thanks for helping us out. I can’t say much personally, since I haven’t been present for a lot of them, but... from the Navy reports, we’re facing a lot of enemies we couldn’t hope to beat without Army support.”

The recent engagement in the Philippines was only the latest in the string. For the first few times after they’d secured the Army’s assistance, it had made things easier, but now... it was hard to see who had the upper hand.

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“I’m not the lightest we’ve got. You’ll have to talk to the girl with only the anti-tank gun for that. Though, I’m not sure she’d talk to you much in return... Even I have trouble with her, and we’re in the same fleet. I’m IJN Nashi. I might’ve come late to the battle lines, but I think I did my part.”

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“It’s always kind of embarrassing, having to refuel a ship for the first time... or the second time...”

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“Why couldn’t I have been made a transport, or a light cruiser, or something?”

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“Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to put my cap back on…its bloody hot.” With that Sealion put on his dress blue flat hat with a ribbon tally reading U.S.S. Sealion. 
“U.S.S. Sealion, SS-315 reporting aboard!” With that Sealion dropped his seabag and saluted Ereon.
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“YOU’RE the U.S.S. Sealion? I was looking for a girl, not a guy! Guess that’s why I missed you, huh?”

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“Anyway, we’ll put that behind us for now. Welcome to Trat Naval Base, where nothing ever happens and I don’t get to sink things. I’m PT-109, though that’s kind of a mouthful. You can call me Erena.”

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“Thanks for the promotion!” Sealion laughed, not only was he weaing his enlisted dress blue uniform but he also showed off his Torpedomans Mate 3rd Class rating badge. 
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“Another submarine? Funny I figured there to be only one, whats their name?” 
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“Sealion. I know, I was pretty glad that it’d be an American, too. I sure as hell don’t want to fight alongside someone I was trying to sink."

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