I Once Fought An Alien... A USS Missouri Story

War Log #7: First Run

Morning of April 18, 1942, Pearl Harbor

Sailor #075 was sleeping, he didn't know what was going on. He usually wakes up with an alarm every 5am in the morning. He remembers the alarm all the time, because he was sleeping back then in USS Arizona, that day gives him nightmares, seeing his friends all fell into flames and metal. As well seeing the human embodiment of USS Arizona.

Sailor #034 was also in a deep sleep, feeling pain and guilt for not saving his other sailors onboard. Remembering the last conversations they talked about. Going to meet their families, inviting to huge parties, having a night with the ladies, and playing games as well as watching movies. As seeing those last moments, he also sees the human embodiment of USS Arizona.

USS Arizzona was wearing a navy commander or admiral uniform with the USN seal on her side, her hair flows as the wind. Wearing white knee socks and short black boots. she also has a small blue hat on her head. She looks at them both, smiling as until she shifted from smiling to crying as all around her are the bodies of other human embodiment of the ships.

Both sailors in that dream went to hug her as they heard her cries. Tears streaming down from her blue diamond eyes, some are black, just like the oil leaking out from her fuel tanks. Behind her was her ship now exploded and destroyed.

They then heard her cries.

Arizona: I'm sorry!

Arizona: I couldn't protect anyone of you!

She continues crying.

Arizona: All my friends and my fellow crew are all gone! The ones closest to me are all dead or wounded!

Arizona: I didn't protect you all... I'm sorry... 

Arizona: If only... only... I get the chance.. to move and protect them... Why...

Arizona: I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you all from... the attack...

Sailor #034 was the one hugging her deeply crying, remembering his memories in the Arizona, starting from the 1930s, he spend the best of his life in the ship he once lived, now she was now gone, burning and sinking... 

Sailor #075: Like a burning memory...

Sailor #034: Like a sinking memory...

When they opened their eyes, they saw something wasn't right. They remember seeing the roof of their homes but instead it was grates from a bunk bed. They looked around and see other bunk beds. now confused on both their perspectives. They asked themselves.

"Where am I?"

Then suddenly.

Sailor General #022: Welcome to the USS Missouri, BB-63, Iowa-class battleship!

Sailor General #145: Welcome to the USS Illinois, BB-65, Iowa-class battleship!

Both sailors jumped as they said.

"WHAT?!"

A few hours later, Sailor #075, unknown what the hell is happening right now, he goes up to surface deck, trying to get a look of this USS Illinois that the Sailor General is talking about. Walking up the stairs, to his shock it's raining on a Saturday morning. But there are also new sailors and crew onboard.

Looking around his surroundings, all the structure and armaments are very different from the ones he remembers seeing. 

Sailor #075: Since when I got transported to this battleship?