Kantai Collection: A New Force For Good

Revelations

A/N: I YET LIVE! So sorry about the absence, but like I said last chapter, the story isn't dead. That doesn't mean I can just prevent life from getting in the way of course, but I try.

Holy hell. Almost 65,000 reads? You guys are too much, honestly.
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Her screws screamed and screamed, churning the water just as much as her legs would allow. Her flesh burned away under a weapon she'd never encountered in her first life as it reeked hell on her second. Her vision screamed white while it vision tinted red. She was bracketed by water with each shell that fell around, each one assembled at parts unknown only to be given to the monsters of the deep that had killed good men and women, ripped families apart, and watched as their cities burned to ash. They were monsters, only really dreamt of in the hearts of man and created with a pen and paper. But imagination was now reality and peace was merely a fabricated ideal.

Admiral Hipper, Heavy cruiser of the former Kriegsmarine, taken from the first war before she'd fully experienced her own moment of glory, screaming in rage as the waves of the Pacific joined their voices with hers. Her guns fired in fury as her lungs burned with wrath. The pain was immeasurable, but her body refused to relent. Refused to bow to those that took what they want, killed who they wished, and went where they sought. The German built Warship refused to lower her guns against a threat, that all of the sudden, was her entire reason for existence, her previous have being snuffed out by who were once enemies but now called themselves a friend.

Her belief in the country that had been there when she found her sleep had been concrete. But when she'd gone to stand atop those ideals, to stand in the shining rays of the Reich and her Furher, the concrete was revealed to be sand, so smoothly pulled over her eyes, she didn't notice the cracks or desperation of her own will to heavily believe in something she knew. Something she thought right. Somewhat that at the end of the day, was familiar to her. But it had all been shattered, shaking the cruiser's beliefs to their core as she as both ship and human struggled to find where her loyalties lay. Where she truly called home.

The Heavy cruiser was bracketed with the waters she sailed on, doing little to ease the burning pain that she was quickly coming to know. Turning hard to port, she began to swing her guns around again, already focusing in on another light cruiser, knowing full well that her guns no matter how much she might try was going to do anything to one of those battleship's armored belts. But that didn't stop her secondaries from trying their damndest whenever one would casually slip into range.

As she dodged another spread of torpedoes and was bracketed with yet another salvo of both armor piercing and high explosive shells, dusting her with another spray of salt water, Hipper's guns slammed new shells into their holdings. And only another second before her main batteries fired, ripping an Abyssal light cruiser to pieces in only a matter of seconds. The abomination let out a death scream that served as music to Hipper's ears as she watched the monster list to the side before pathetically flopping over fully as the water below her began to overtake it's form.

White and black smoke rose as one as Hipper's stacks belched new plumes as her engines kicked up to flank, the Heavy cruiser coming to her full speed. She leveled her guns at her next target, a not to distant Abyssal destroyer as she readied to fire, her one good eye watching the Abyssal unblinking with focus, adjusting to it's every move, making more of even the slightest of twitches of the monster's guns. Granted, it wasn't one of the battleships, but Hipper knew her guns would be far too ineffective for any real damage on those and she'd have to close range fast and get out fast to avoid them from having a no miss shot on her. The risks were already sky high just thinking about it and that didn't take into consideration of the carriers that were present at some far off point somewhere over the horizon. Hipper knew that much simply because of the occasional radar ping that didn't match up with the various Abysslas moving in on her.