Kantai Collection: A New Force For Good

Armoring Up

A/N: Just letting you all know, I may start working on chapters for others stories here in a little while. So if the updates for this slow, it's probably that.

Unless I died.

Probably the first one though.

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Pacific didn't know what she was walking into. All the message she'd received from Southern consisted off was a lot of incoherent screaming and the faint voices of her Empress's, someways off from the Queen, trying to calm her down somewhat. But given that the message was largely comprised of these two factors and went on for maybe fifteen minutes, the Pacific Queen had come to the fair assumption that it hadn't gotten any better.

Pacific knew that part of the reason for her sudden impromptu visit to her southern ally was simply to see what had gotten the queen so worked up. She'd never heard the Queen raise her voice, let alone scream bloody murder like the message she'd received.

Southern was easily the most laid back of the four queens most of the time. She'd say of all of them, but as vexing as it was, Pacific knew that title belonged to the traitor of the north. She'd never seen Arctic show any sort of emotion towards the four of them, despite how hard they tried or how far they attempted to push the woman. Nothing garnered any reaction from her, and it nagged at Pacific more than anything, who wanted nothing more than to see the Arctic Queen scream in rage. Howl in sorrow. She wanted to know that the ice bitch could feel pain.

Pacific knew that she herself was none so immune to anger. It seemed to radiate from Indian. Atlantic could launch into terrifying tirades because of it. But Arctic never showed it. Now matter how much the four of them tried to antagonize her. It had no effect.

So hearing the usually laid back, reserved Queen try her best to deafen those within earshot was both something greatly intrigued her and worried her. And given that Indian was in no position to come and deal with it and there was no chance that Atlantic was going to bother with it, it fell to Pacific.

Approaching the concealed entrance to Southern's main base of operations, Pacific put her footing on solid ground, followed by two of her Empress's, Shantar and Sulu. As the three touched down on solid ground, the door to the main base opened, pulling them in with the current of water that flooded into the chamber all before it slammed shut behind them. At that, the room began to drain, cycling the water back out as the pressure in the room suddenly lessened. One reason the humans would never find any of their main bases of operation. This depth was past crush depth for even the most modern of their submarines.

An insurance that this war would go on in the Abyssals favor for the foreseeable future, whether that be months or years, she had yet to see.

Sure, they had scattered topside island fortresses, armed and manned by Abyssals that made their standard waterborne battleships and princess classes look like toddlers. But they were of little importance in the name of Abyssal logistics.

Listening as the door before them gave a sharp, damp hiss, it slid open with mechanical grandeur, steam escaping the cracks between the door and it's holding, allowing the three inside the compound. Immediately, the metallic smell of Abyssalized blood filled their noses, prompting Sulu and Shantar to recoil from the sheer scent. It was not something they in particular knew well, nor should they. They were in charge of Pacific's surface raiders, daring whatever foolish ship that they found on the water's surface to run.

They loved hunting tired prey.

They were far more accustomed to the smell of freshly spilled human blood of the sailors that tried to put a fight and the people that yearned for survival more than they bowed to logic. The blood of humanity was a priceless commodity that Pacific encouraged her fleet to bask in when ever they could. Being in young or old, men or women, she did not care. As long as it spilled in droves, dying the waters of her stomping grounds that so very erie crimson.