Legends

Chapter 21~ Overprotective Mothers are, Annoying

Olympia considered herself to be a very insightful person but even she was blind sighted. Queen Mary was Titanic's daughter?! If it wasn't for the fact that she knew shipgirls could have children (thanks Wash) Olympia would've no doubt gone to the mental asylum right with the summoning scientists. Their replacements were a bit more, nerdy. And had taken to pestering mother and daughter continuously on how the nine hells it could've happened in the first place.

Poor Titanic looked so uncomfortable at the briefing. Briefing yeah right. What it really was, was Admiral Carroway desperately attempting to give their girls the 'bird and the bees' talk/sex Ed before this inevitably blew up in their faces.

Olympia sniggered to herself. At the rate she and Becuna were going, one of them was going to end up with a bun in the oven. Oh what a headache that would be for Admiral Carroway. Someone more sensible might have been sympathetic to the man but Olympia was a kanmusu and she would be failing in her duty if she did not contribute to the insanity.

She looked down at the submarine sleeping on their shared bed, wrapped in blankets and snuggled beside her. Becuna was a precious gift that she did not intend to waste. Setting her book down, Olympia reached up and turned out the light. Then she settled back down and wrapped her arms tightly around her precious charge. She fell asleep soon after.

Meanwhile Queen Mary was facing her mother who stood on the opposite side of the room. She was leaning nonchalantly against the wall with her arms and feet crossed. Titanic was pacing back and forth getting more and more agitated as she did so. Normandie sat on the bed and while she remained motionless and said nothing her eyes were dancing with amusement.

"The seas are filled with Abyssal submarines. It was just luck you and Normandie weren't killed. And don't try and tell me you could outrun them. Those things took out Wisconsin for crying out loud! And you want to risk going all the way to Australia?! Absolutely not!!"

"I'm not a child mother!" Queen Mary would absolutely deny she was pouting. Both British liners knew that Mary's experience as a fast transport would be invaluable and with the planned Australian offensive in the spring... She was necessary. Unfortunately her mother had a seriously overprotective streak. And if stubbornness was an inherited trait, then Queen Mary had her work cut out for her.

"You are my child! And I will not have you undertake such a dangerous journey alone!" Titanic growled.

"She won't be alone." Normandie cut in.

"Of course she will." Titanic's tone spoke of permanent banishment to the couch if Normandie continued her present course. "You're needed here. United States is busy reinforcing Europe. And I don't have anywhere near the speed."

Normandie raised a brow, unimpressed. She leaned back against the headboard and crossed her arms. Her partner simply stared back at her, the gears turning in her head.

"Unless," Titanic began and Normandie nodded a small smirk on her face. "There's something you're not telling me." The why she gestured to Queen Mary said this was a plural you.

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Meanwhile at the Naval Base in Brest there was a quiet knock on the door. It startled the liner inside but she quickly snapped to attention. "Is it time?" She asked.

Ensign Elizabeth Cye of the Royal Marines and assigned to France as a leiason, dipped her head in reply. "Teste is standing by to escort you out to sea."

The liner's grin was not bloodthirsty but it wasn't entirely kind either. "Excellent." She brushed past the Ensign with nary another word. She'd been cooped up for too long. A liner was meant to sail the open seas. And while the war prevented her from getting all the joys out of life, Liberte would do her utmost to enjoy it. She'd been given a third chance. She was not about to squander it.