(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Your Nightmare Reinvigorated

'Look at them all, scurrying around like rats...' Z73 was watching the battle from a distance, having arrived to the initial group long before the reinforcements did.

At first, it was standard back and forths, both sides not wanting to actually injure the other. Overtime, those thoughts diminished, adrenaline and weapons firing slowly changed the girls from reluctant combatants to bloodthirsty Barbarians.

Merely an hour ago she saw that most were still trying to fight and drive off the other, but much like the poor story of Cú Chulainn and Ferdiad, they soon no longer cared for the other's lives, and went ballistic. "Such a shame that even warships aren't immune to the maddening battle lust."

Then the reinforcements came, turning the once little skirmish into a full blown naval battle, the Germans carrying the superior firepower in terms of guns and weight, but losing out on the most crucial part, Air Superiority. Graf Zeppelin wasn't one of the ones brought along, and as the only Carrier that could have come along, she didn't heed the call.

Thus, the Germans really started to lose once the planes began flying.

She watched as many of the girls went in crazy directions, desperately trying to avoid the bombs as their AA did their best to shoot down the planes. Of course, some slipped through the crack, and she could hear as some screamed in pain from the attacks.

Even then, she sat back and watched, waiting patiently for her chance to jump in and cause Havoc. There is no greater time to announce the presence of a feared monster then when they were close to victory, and Z73 knew that.

Another yell blasted over the waters, and she saw that it belonged to Bismarck herself. Looking close, she noticed her left arm hanging limp, bits of shrapnel and burns stretched across it, showing she was hit directly.

The injury rallied the British girls, and they went on the aggressive. The planes came back to their Carriers, readying and re-arming them for the next wave of attacks while the rest all closed in on the losing Germans.

"..." Z73 stuck her finger in her mouth, licking it and raising it to the air. After a few seconds, she smiled, her eyes turning a deep crimson as she finally began moving, red vapor trails left behind from her eyes as she went.

A storm was rolling in, and now was the perfect time to strike.
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...It was done.

It didn't take too long, but eventually, Air Superiority won out against the Germans, and now Wales was next to Warspite and Hood, looking down on the crippled Battleship Bismarck. Her arm was in horrid condition, and now, thanks to a good shot by Warspite, her left leg was scraped as well, leaving her on her knees infront of them.

The rest of the Germans weren't much better, most having their weapons blown to bits from the fighting, and those with their guns intact under heavy watch by the rest of them. Of course, spirits were high, having just come out of a battle relatively unscathed, save for a few stray shells here and there.

Then...the storm rolled in.

All Carriers called back their planes from the turbulent weather, and some of the girls began to grow nervous, Wales especially. They all have their fears of the dark storms, but some are more literal then others.

"Warspite, we should hurry along..."

"I know Wales, calm yourself. She isn't alive, you know that."

Bismarck stared up at the two, only wondering for a moment about what they were talking about before it clicked. An idea formed, one that should hopefully buy them all time, enough that they could recover enough to do anything.