Tirpitz' Abyssal babies (adopted)
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Have a short Omake
Tirpitz looked at the blueprints Wanko and Vindictive had laid out. "So, what exactly does that mean?" she wanted to know.
Vindictive grinned. "Well, feral abyssal destroyers are, for lack of a better word, moldable. Depending on how they are raised and treated, they may change considerably. At least if I understood Miss Wanko's briefings on Abyssal biology right," the old Repair ship laid out.
Wanko nodded. "This is ... true. Your destroyers ... are changing ..., imprinting themselves ... on you," she laid out.
"You can already see it in their tonnage," Vindictive continued. "Normal abyssal destroyers are around 2000 to 3500 tons. Yours are quite a bit heavier. Also wider and a bit longer than standard. I guess you never stopped feeding them cruiser rations," she continued, leading to a surprised frown on Tirpitz' face.
"I should have put them on smaller meals?" she asked quite confused.
Vindictive pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, it's too late now, anyway, now they have changed to actually need these portions," she muttered.
"Doesn't help that you ran the little buggers across the Atlantic pretty much non-stop," Revina added from behind the startled battleship. "Powerleveling much?" she continued. "No, seriously, even in most abyssal fleets one will have downtime between sorties, you on the other hand kept them at sea from the day you picked them up, always escorting convoys, fighting others, all that stuff," the cheeky Abyssal continued.
Tirpitz shrugged. "I picked them up during my work shift," she explained. "Between Lent and early-mid September I generally don't work and make my holidays. I don't take days off the rest of the year in compensation," she added.
The other three beings in the room stared at Tirpitz. "All work and no play until summer doesn't make Tirpitz a dull girl?" Revina finally asked.
"No," Tirpitz gave back. "But what exactly does this have to do with the destroyers?" she wanted to know.
Revina affected the air of a wise storyteller. "You see, the little ones imprinted on you. To a far greater degree than would have happened if you treated them and yourself like normal people," she explained. "You stuffed them to the gills and made them work extremely hard while also ensuring that they stayed close to you. Though, this is also because they want to stay with their flagship," she continued. "Now, there have been other such cases, Aurora's very red destroyer comes to mind, but there the imprinting happened over years. Conversely, within less than half a year, you managed to get your DDs from thin even for DDs to strong, 8-gun touting 5100 ton "DDs"." Revina explained.
"Now, that isn't bad per se," Vindictive took up the ball. "It just had some effects on the little ones that couldn't have been foreseen. They changed to accomodate that schedule you keep. And when looking for a mold to fit into, they chose the nearest ship," she explained.
"And that means?" Tirpitz wanted to know.
"They patterned themselves on you," Vindictive explained.
Wanko nodded. "Look at ... these plans," she stated, showing off the blueprints. "Do they ... look familiar?" she wanted to know.
Tirpitz looked over the plans. 4 dual gun turrets, single large funnel, larger superstructure. When she looked up, Revina beamed at her. "Congratulations! It's five mini-mes!" she said exuberantly. "Though, wouldn't that be five mini-yous as they're patterned on you, not me?" she wondered, leading the other three inhabitants of the room to ponder if that was actually the case.
"Okay," she said cautiously. "What does follow from that, though?" she wanted to know.
Wanko rubbed her chin. "Sooner ... or later ... they are ... going to ... undergo ... an extensive ... rebuild," she explained. "I have ... left instructions ... to the ... repair ships ... as to what ... needs ... to be done," she added. "It will ... take days ... for the rebuild ... to be ... complete," she finished.
"If I understood everything right, this doesn't just mean getting more guns and such, their rebuild will basically see them grow out of their shell and taking a more humanoid form. That's also the reason the rebuild will take so long, their humanoid forms are currently forming, but them being fully operational will be a lot of work. We're quite sure that they will have rigging, and going by how much their forms patterned themselves after you, we put good odds on their riggings being similar to your own," Vindictive explained.
Tirpitz considered that, before paling. While there would be undoubtedly differences, the five little ones would most likely look very close to her. "Great. The 'Tirpitz is a destroyer. Her main armament are her torpedoes.' jokes are never going to end," she groused.
Revina patted her on the back. "Now, now, don't feel bad," she said consolingly. "No one could claim you're a destroyer," she added. "You're quite obviously a destroyer leader!" she finished.
Tirpitz glared at the rambunctious Re-class.
Wanko on the other hand brought her hand down on Revina's head. "I disapprove," she stated slowly.
Revina pouted.
Have a short Omake
Tirpitz looked at the blueprints Wanko and Vindictive had laid out. "So, what exactly does that mean?" she wanted to know.
Vindictive grinned. "Well, feral abyssal destroyers are, for lack of a better word, moldable. Depending on how they are raised and treated, they may change considerably. At least if I understood Miss Wanko's briefings on Abyssal biology right," the old Repair ship laid out.
Wanko nodded. "This is ... true. Your destroyers ... are changing ..., imprinting themselves ... on you," she laid out.
"You can already see it in their tonnage," Vindictive continued. "Normal abyssal destroyers are around 2000 to 3500 tons. Yours are quite a bit heavier. Also wider and a bit longer than standard. I guess you never stopped feeding them cruiser rations," she continued, leading to a surprised frown on Tirpitz' face.
"I should have put them on smaller meals?" she asked quite confused.
Vindictive pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, it's too late now, anyway, now they have changed to actually need these portions," she muttered.
"Doesn't help that you ran the little buggers across the Atlantic pretty much non-stop," Revina added from behind the startled battleship. "Powerleveling much?" she continued. "No, seriously, even in most abyssal fleets one will have downtime between sorties, you on the other hand kept them at sea from the day you picked them up, always escorting convoys, fighting others, all that stuff," the cheeky Abyssal continued.
Tirpitz shrugged. "I picked them up during my work shift," she explained. "Between Lent and early-mid September I generally don't work and make my holidays. I don't take days off the rest of the year in compensation," she added.
The other three beings in the room stared at Tirpitz. "All work and no play until summer doesn't make Tirpitz a dull girl?" Revina finally asked.
"No," Tirpitz gave back. "But what exactly does this have to do with the destroyers?" she wanted to know.
Revina affected the air of a wise storyteller. "You see, the little ones imprinted on you. To a far greater degree than would have happened if you treated them and yourself like normal people," she explained. "You stuffed them to the gills and made them work extremely hard while also ensuring that they stayed close to you. Though, this is also because they want to stay with their flagship," she continued. "Now, there have been other such cases, Aurora's very red destroyer comes to mind, but there the imprinting happened over years. Conversely, within less than half a year, you managed to get your DDs from thin even for DDs to strong, 8-gun touting 5100 ton "DDs"." Revina explained.
"Now, that isn't bad per se," Vindictive took up the ball. "It just had some effects on the little ones that couldn't have been foreseen. They changed to accomodate that schedule you keep. And when looking for a mold to fit into, they chose the nearest ship," she explained.
"And that means?" Tirpitz wanted to know.
"They patterned themselves on you," Vindictive explained.
Wanko nodded. "Look at ... these plans," she stated, showing off the blueprints. "Do they ... look familiar?" she wanted to know.
Tirpitz looked over the plans. 4 dual gun turrets, single large funnel, larger superstructure. When she looked up, Revina beamed at her. "Congratulations! It's five mini-mes!" she said exuberantly. "Though, wouldn't that be five mini-yous as they're patterned on you, not me?" she wondered, leading the other three inhabitants of the room to ponder if that was actually the case.
"Okay," she said cautiously. "What does follow from that, though?" she wanted to know.
Wanko rubbed her chin. "Sooner ... or later ... they are ... going to ... undergo ... an extensive ... rebuild," she explained. "I have ... left instructions ... to the ... repair ships ... as to what ... needs ... to be done," she added. "It will ... take days ... for the rebuild ... to be ... complete," she finished.
"If I understood everything right, this doesn't just mean getting more guns and such, their rebuild will basically see them grow out of their shell and taking a more humanoid form. That's also the reason the rebuild will take so long, their humanoid forms are currently forming, but them being fully operational will be a lot of work. We're quite sure that they will have rigging, and going by how much their forms patterned themselves after you, we put good odds on their riggings being similar to your own," Vindictive explained.
Tirpitz considered that, before paling. While there would be undoubtedly differences, the five little ones would most likely look very close to her. "Great. The 'Tirpitz is a destroyer. Her main armament are her torpedoes.' jokes are never going to end," she groused.
Revina patted her on the back. "Now, now, don't feel bad," she said consolingly. "No one could claim you're a destroyer," she added. "You're quite obviously a destroyer leader!" she finished.
Tirpitz glared at the rambunctious Re-class.
Wanko on the other hand brought her hand down on Revina's head. "I disapprove," she stated slowly.
Revina pouted.