FoL Mi-class (Repair ship)
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"You know… given what we knew of the island before this, I'm surprised we didn't discover something like this before now." Rivet threw her hands up. "I mean, there's a volcano—not like it's going to erupt during our lifetime, but there was bound to be hot stuff in the vicinity."
The expedition members sat lounging in one of the cabins. Suffice it to say, nobody expected to uncover a vein of water running underneath the wild pigs' nest—almost all the Abyssals who had participated in the hunt had been covered with dirt and mud to some degree by the sudden eruption, failing to realize what was about to happen when they got close. Fluffy had arguably gotten the worst of it, being engulfed by a blast of water measuring around 170 degrees Fahrenheit; the poor Princess was currently soaking in a tub of cool water upstairs, her entire body having a pinkish, almost human-looking skin tone from the scalding water.
Regalia sat off to the side, munching on a small ingot to restore her lost top. "I can't help feeling kinda guilty," She grumbled. "My intimidation tactics got Fluffy burned, literally."
Rivet shrugged. "It was a freak accident that nobody could have seen coming, given the circumstances. Once she gets over her burns, I'm sure she'll be able to look back and laugh at this incident." She gripped the Re-class's shoulder and shook her gently. "And look on the bright side—we can build a hot spring!"
"Do we even know how?"
"Admittedly, no." Regalia turned to the doorway to see her mother Tanith enter. "But we can reach out to others in Japan for help or instruction. But anyway, good work, everyone." She nodded towards her daughter with a small smirk. "Especially you, Regalia. I heard your warcry from all the way back here."
Regalia inclined her head, trying to subtly hide her blush. "Thanks, Mom." Tippy got her attention with a shoulder nudge, prompting her to feed what was left of the ingot to her tail. "I was actually kinda surprised, myself. I mean, Tippy's let off some roars every now and then, but none of them have ever sounded like that."
Tanith hummed. "Perhaps it is because you were doing something you've never done before: issuing a challenge."
"And one hell of a challenge, if you ask me," Rivet added. "Some of those pigs didn't even try to avoid us… all they could focus on was getting away from you."
After a few seconds' thought, Regalia shrugged. "That makes sense, I guess." She pointed to the floor above. "Anyway, Mom… if you want to talk to Fluffy, she's upstairs. I bet Aunt Renita is worried about her."
"Actually… Renita has been playing with the children. They seem to like her." Tanith gestured to the window. Outside, the Re-class was playing goalie—both herself and her tail working, albeit halfheartedly, to keep the kids from bouncing the ball off the cabin wall behind her. "That said, I do think I will pay Fluffy a visit. She must be commended for her work scouting out the nest—and locating a valuable commodity, however accidental and painful it may have been."
As Tanith made for the stairs to the second floor, Regalia spoke up once more. "Hey, I haven't seen the other flagships in a while. What have they been up to?"
Looking back, Tanith brought a claw to her chin, thinking. "...I believe they have been cooperating on a project."
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Ritou sat back on her haunches, letting out a sigh. "Okay… that should about do it, wouldn't you say?"
The other installations pulled away from the dry dock, bags visible under their eyes. It had been a taxing few days for them—putting together a hull from scratch was no simple task, especially when there had never before been a ship like it. Every little detail needed to be looked over once, twice, three times over, to ensure the schematics were being followed to a T. Of course, they could have made do with a few more hours of sleep per day, but what's done, was done.
Thankfully, their diligence had paid off. Laid out before them was the completed hull of the Mi-class heavy repair ship... the first of her kind. She was motionless, dormant… but with the imps donated to her by all of the installations, there was at least a small spark. Something that, hopefully, would eventually grow into someone new.
Nuri lifted her arms over her head with a yawn, stretching to loosen her muscles after several days with little movement. "I guess we've done all we can… for now, we just wait and see if she will wake up."
"You really think it will work?" Patty asked.
Ritou shrugged. "Maybe. We just did what Tanith does when she makes new ships: we struck the imps from our crew manifests, and released them into this new Abyssal. All that remains to be seen is if they'll take it from there, and start actually populating the hull."
Yoko rubbed her eyes. "Yeah… I just hope that, if it works, it takes at least twelve hours. I need to sleep."
There were sounds of agreement from her sisters. After taking some time to clean up their work area, the flagships were finally able to amble sluggishly out of the room, eager to seek out a bed to lie down in. Behind them, the dry dock chamber was left quiet, the sounds of machinery finally gone after several days of nonstop activity. For now, at least, their work was done.
So it was that, just minutes later, nobody was present to see a finger twitch...
"You know… given what we knew of the island before this, I'm surprised we didn't discover something like this before now." Rivet threw her hands up. "I mean, there's a volcano—not like it's going to erupt during our lifetime, but there was bound to be hot stuff in the vicinity."
The expedition members sat lounging in one of the cabins. Suffice it to say, nobody expected to uncover a vein of water running underneath the wild pigs' nest—almost all the Abyssals who had participated in the hunt had been covered with dirt and mud to some degree by the sudden eruption, failing to realize what was about to happen when they got close. Fluffy had arguably gotten the worst of it, being engulfed by a blast of water measuring around 170 degrees Fahrenheit; the poor Princess was currently soaking in a tub of cool water upstairs, her entire body having a pinkish, almost human-looking skin tone from the scalding water.
Regalia sat off to the side, munching on a small ingot to restore her lost top. "I can't help feeling kinda guilty," She grumbled. "My intimidation tactics got Fluffy burned, literally."
Rivet shrugged. "It was a freak accident that nobody could have seen coming, given the circumstances. Once she gets over her burns, I'm sure she'll be able to look back and laugh at this incident." She gripped the Re-class's shoulder and shook her gently. "And look on the bright side—we can build a hot spring!"
"Do we even know how?"
"Admittedly, no." Regalia turned to the doorway to see her mother Tanith enter. "But we can reach out to others in Japan for help or instruction. But anyway, good work, everyone." She nodded towards her daughter with a small smirk. "Especially you, Regalia. I heard your warcry from all the way back here."
Regalia inclined her head, trying to subtly hide her blush. "Thanks, Mom." Tippy got her attention with a shoulder nudge, prompting her to feed what was left of the ingot to her tail. "I was actually kinda surprised, myself. I mean, Tippy's let off some roars every now and then, but none of them have ever sounded like that."
Tanith hummed. "Perhaps it is because you were doing something you've never done before: issuing a challenge."
"And one hell of a challenge, if you ask me," Rivet added. "Some of those pigs didn't even try to avoid us… all they could focus on was getting away from you."
After a few seconds' thought, Regalia shrugged. "That makes sense, I guess." She pointed to the floor above. "Anyway, Mom… if you want to talk to Fluffy, she's upstairs. I bet Aunt Renita is worried about her."
"Actually… Renita has been playing with the children. They seem to like her." Tanith gestured to the window. Outside, the Re-class was playing goalie—both herself and her tail working, albeit halfheartedly, to keep the kids from bouncing the ball off the cabin wall behind her. "That said, I do think I will pay Fluffy a visit. She must be commended for her work scouting out the nest—and locating a valuable commodity, however accidental and painful it may have been."
As Tanith made for the stairs to the second floor, Regalia spoke up once more. "Hey, I haven't seen the other flagships in a while. What have they been up to?"
Looking back, Tanith brought a claw to her chin, thinking. "...I believe they have been cooperating on a project."
XXXXXXXXXX
Ritou sat back on her haunches, letting out a sigh. "Okay… that should about do it, wouldn't you say?"
The other installations pulled away from the dry dock, bags visible under their eyes. It had been a taxing few days for them—putting together a hull from scratch was no simple task, especially when there had never before been a ship like it. Every little detail needed to be looked over once, twice, three times over, to ensure the schematics were being followed to a T. Of course, they could have made do with a few more hours of sleep per day, but what's done, was done.
Thankfully, their diligence had paid off. Laid out before them was the completed hull of the Mi-class heavy repair ship... the first of her kind. She was motionless, dormant… but with the imps donated to her by all of the installations, there was at least a small spark. Something that, hopefully, would eventually grow into someone new.
Nuri lifted her arms over her head with a yawn, stretching to loosen her muscles after several days with little movement. "I guess we've done all we can… for now, we just wait and see if she will wake up."
"You really think it will work?" Patty asked.
Ritou shrugged. "Maybe. We just did what Tanith does when she makes new ships: we struck the imps from our crew manifests, and released them into this new Abyssal. All that remains to be seen is if they'll take it from there, and start actually populating the hull."
Yoko rubbed her eyes. "Yeah… I just hope that, if it works, it takes at least twelve hours. I need to sleep."
There were sounds of agreement from her sisters. After taking some time to clean up their work area, the flagships were finally able to amble sluggishly out of the room, eager to seek out a bed to lie down in. Behind them, the dry dock chamber was left quiet, the sounds of machinery finally gone after several days of nonstop activity. For now, at least, their work was done.
So it was that, just minutes later, nobody was present to see a finger twitch...