Kantai Collection: A New Force For Good

An Unforseen Helping Hand

Mutsu yawned as the fleet found themselves within sight of the mouth to Tokyo Bay. It had been an exhausting trip back, and all around exhausting deployment in general. They had been gone for almost three weeks. But now, they were finally within the home stretch of their own beds once again. And their charge not to worse for wear.

Mutsu turned to look at the Missouri, the battleship steaming along proudly behind the fleet, her four destroyer's following along. Thanks to the Abyssal Warships that had so evidently lent them their support for the trip, the Missouri barely had a scratch on her. Nor did most of the girls.

Because of the Snow rooting the Abyss on the second day, not much Abyssal activity had been seen since while on their sortie. No, at this point, the thing bothering most of the girls was lack of adequate sleep. Time in the docks wouldn't do that little problem that much good. That could only be fixed by their nice warm beds that were waiting anxiously for them.

Shaking her head, she casted the thoughts aside. She needed to focus. There were things to do and people to see. Namely, the Admirals. Bring them up to speed on what had transpired during their time out at sea.

As they neared the mouth to the Bay, the fleet couldn't help but have a sense of accomplishment. They had preformed a Sortie far more difficult than most and almost none were returning back damaged. That was a win in of itself. But the fact their charges were ok as well only strengthened that feeling.

"Can not wait to lay in my own bed again..." Juneau sighed. Her sisters nodded as did some other members of the fleet.

"Yeah. That's gonna be the best thing about all of this finally coming to an end." San Diego said.

"Hey! Thanksgiving is in a few days too!" Cabot yelled. The American ship girls nodded as Zuikaku chuckled.

"Ahh yes. The American Holdiay of stuffing yourself with as much food as you can possibly get ahold of. Such a magnificent tradition." Zuikaku deadpanned. San Diego scowled at the carrier as the three American Battleships apart of the fleet chuckled.

"Hey! Don't go dissing our Holidays! Pretty sure there's more than a few Japanese holidays that we could poke fun at." Diego replied.

"Which we aren't going to do, mind you." Oklahoma said. "Zuikaku was just speaking her mind because the subject was brought up. That's no reason to put their entire culture under a magnifying glass with a pinch of salt thrown in." Oklahoma replied, looking at the light cruiser. Atlanta nodded at that.

"Yeah. No need to pick fights now, especially with Thanksgiving rolling around. I can't wait to settle back in and see what girls come through next." She said. Arizona nodded at that, looking to Atlanta.

"Did I forget to mention that two more girls came through the day we left?" She asked, looking at the cruiser. The Atlanta sisters, and quite a few more members of the fleet snapped their gaze to Arizona.

"WHAT!?" San Diego demanded. "Of course you did? Why are we just hearing about this now?!" The light Anti-Air cruiser demanded, hands find their ways to her hips. Arizona only nodded at that, chuckling somewhat.

"Pensacola and Salt Lake City, the Pensacola class of Heavy Cruiser's. Came through maybe five-six hours after we left." She said. Juneau rolled her eyes.

"Tier seven pieces of crap is what they are. No armor. Get torn to shreds with one well placed salvo." She muttered. Oklahoma sighed.

"Please don't compare our fellow American Ship Girls to their Wargaming counterparts.... those do them no justice." She huffed. The Anti-Air cruiser shrugged at that before turning her attention to the horizon.