Kantai Collection: A New Force For Good

Debts And Vows Are Paid In Blood

A/N: Wow. Ew. This Chapter is ridiculously short and I know it. Not proud of it but I know it.

I've also made the realization that action, combat chapters just aren't my thing. You give me a character and what they're like and I will write you a novel based on their thoughts alone. But so help me if you ask me to write about how a battlefield is turning out.

The only reason I posted this as now is just to let you guys know that the story's still alive and all that. So no one has to ask if it's coming back.

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The breeze amongst the Boston Harbor blew strong, whipping her hair around in and every which way. It was a different, but not entirely unwelcome feeling to the woman. It was one that she did not know, but also one that she would readily welcome as today pressed on. She did not know where she would stand after the coming battle, if she stood at all, but she knew that if she did not even try, thousands would die. And it would be her fault.

For all the feelings that she had not known until minutes ago, the newly reincarnated spirit of Constitution felt fear for the first time in her entire existence. Over two hundred years old and she was feeling the emotion known as fear for the first time. And for good reason.

Constitution was not deluded. She was not under false pretenses. She knew that the monsters that she was willingly taking herself towards were ages ahead of her own. Modeled after ships, that even for their time were far surpassed, laughed at her own technological status. She was under no delusions that this would be a simple fight.

But, glancing back to the Harbor, finding the people of her city lining the waterside, all eyes on her, simple wasn't the focus. Worthwhile was. She owed her existence to them. To the people. If hadn't been for them time and time again, she wouldn't be here now. Two hundred years past her prime. She wouldn't be here to fight for them.

But as she glanced back at the people once more, looking over their shrinking forms, she had to wonder. Why weren't they fleeing? Why weren't they running for safety?

"Because you are their champion." A voice filtered past her ears. The words so close to her, the breath with which they said it all but absent. "You are their champion." The voice repeated, one she'd not heard before. And she knew every voice she'd heard over her lifetime. Millions. Sailors and Civilians alike.

"They're in danger. They should leave." Constitution said, putting stress on the final word. She would not see someone die today if she had any say in the problem before hand. She would not the let the blood of the innocents stain her resting place.

"In times of peace, it is the Champion who watches the people. In times of war, it is the people who watch their champion. They can not be swayed. They will not be moved. Your fate and theirs are one in the same. If this is to be your end, then they will gladly meet their's alongside you." The voice offered her in simplistic nature, the closeness of the voice tickling her ears somewhat. But she knew that no one was there, that there was no person to actually look to to respond.

"I owe them everything." Constitution offered, her voice a hoarse whisper, as if the magnitude of it all was just now setting itself upon her shoulders.

"Then let not the debt go unpaid. Pay them in blood. Pay them in the pound of flesh they are owed. Carve it from their enemies, those who have taken and will take again. And if all else fails, pay with your life, for they will never forget your actions." The voice came again. The tone was that of familiarity, one of forgiveness. But it's words spoke up of fear, of that of the damned, the broken, and the gone.

Constitution's following nod was minuscule, so much to the point that even the woman herself had figured that she'd just ignored the action all together. But with one hand still on the helm, she looked back once more, glancing at the people of the city. Of her city.