Missouri's Journey through the Multiverse (revamp)

RWBY V0 E1: Hi friends

Missouri POV

It was mere hours since I got here and I was.....lost in more ways than one, no radio channel would respond, I had no knowledge of how to control my ship, and yet I somehow have a full complement of ammunition.

Currently I was just wandering my once crowded corridors looking for anything to get myself going.

Missouri: *sigh* This doesn't make any sense, how am I human? *sigh* Those damn scientists.....when I get back to Earth I'm killing their asses....*deep breaths* Easy man......they maybe had a good reason....plus Missy is fine....hopefully.

Finally I had made it to my bridge, what's funny was that on my CO's chair was a note, I went and picked it up to see it wasn't marked in any way whatsoever.

Missouri: Strange......

I opened the note and read it in my mind.

Note: Hello Missouri, now if you're wondering how to control your ship, make verbal orders, gestures can also do. Don't worry, the one writing this is a friend and you're about to get one in a few minutes....good luck.

Missouri: Who.....? Never mind, I should be happy that a few allies exist here.

Feeling thankful of this info I decided to try it out.

Missouri: All Engines Ahead Half.

My boilers suddenly roared to life as my 4 prop shafts started to rotate and slowly push me forward.

Missouri: Alright, turn on RADAR.

My RADAR dish suddenly started spinning after years of being stuck in one place. It then picked up a rather big blip somewhere just ahead of me.

Missouri: Alright, whoever you are, I'm coming. All engines ahead full, ready the guns and give me visual on that ship!

My prow cut through the waves as I slowly got used to being what I was designed for, a massive floating warship capable of sailing at over 30 knots. It was really refreshing considering he had been stationary for the longest time.

A few minutes later another ship came out of the fog, it looked like his ship but the hull number was 67, just above his brother....Kentucky.......it brought a lot of bad memories on how one of his only 2 brothers were scrapped and how one of them sacrificed their head to save Whisky.

I shook those thoughts outta my head when someone jumped aboard, he looked like a 17 year old American, he was wearing an Army Shirt, a Navy Cap with my name on it, and wore a bomber jacket.

???: You must be Missouri.

Missouri: Yeah, I am, you are?

Alex: Alex Orr, or USS Montana BB-67, either name would do.

I stiffened ever so slightly at that name.

Missouri: Hold up....USS Montana? As in the ship that was supposed to come after me and my siblings?

Alex: Yes and No, I'm just an American teen with the ability to control the USS Montana.

Missouri: Huh, interesting. *claps hands* So Alex, what're you doing here?

Alex: I can ask you the same thing Mighty Mo. But we can save that part for when we dock at a port somewhere, shall we?

Missouri: Sure, lead the way, I can tell you know the lay of the land a lot better than I do.

Alex: Aye. Set speed 2-6-9, with distance 5-6-0 to the East.

Missouri: Wilco.

Montana and I sailed off with the speed and distance set we just talked to pass the time. I talked of my siblings, some war stories, opinions on politics, and how life at Pearl Harbor was......admittedly lonely sometimes; Montana told me of his family, his cat, his dreams, and inquired about some of the things I've done and how I felt at those times. We even shared jokes admittedly mine were a tad bit darker than his but only by a tad. Montana was telling me a joke about a milkman-