super ktkm and ooi adventures 7

It was a pretty average morning, although Ooi didn't seem to be in a hurry to wake me up today. I was pretty hungry, having skipped dinner yesterday, so I was ready to sit down and maybe have a couple of plates worth of food.

I look into our mirror in the bathroom and noticed my braid came undone, what a pain. Ooichi appears behind me and places her hands on my shoulders.

	“Do you want me to do your braid, Kitakami?”

It's not like I can't do it myself, but she offered.

	“Yeah, that would be fine.”

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The smell of breakfast was wafting outside as we approached one of the chow halls on Yokosuka.  It looks like we made it right before the brunch crowd. As we go through the food line I pile my plate with waffles, sausages, and fruit.  I sit down at the end of a long table, and Ooi takes a seat next to mine.  Breakfast is a pretty important meal, even though the same things are served every day it's still a meal I try not to miss.  Sausages are extra great, and they're shaped like torpedos too, heh.  Ooi's been kind of quiet this morning, but I'm sure she would say something if it was a big deal.  I'm about halfway through my first plate when I notice the place as been filling up quick, even a few faces I know.  Unfortunately two of the faces from yesterday, Isokaze and Murakumo, along with a third are coming in this direction.  I think that last girl is...  Harumatsu or something.

	“You're not planning on sitting here, correct?” I pose the question to them.
	“Is there a problem?” Isokaze answers me.
	“I'm saying you aren't going to sit here. Find somewhere else.”

Ooi leans in and whispers to me: “There's not a lot of room anywhere else”.  It was true, only single spots seemed to be spattered around. Maybe they'll just shut up and eat.

	“Oh? We were not aware thou owned this fine establishment.  How foolish of us.”
	Murakumo answers the newcomer, “Ha! It's not like they're saving the seats for anyone.”
	“Now, now, Kitakami-san is probably just having a tough morning. Let's enjoy our breakfast.”
	“More like a tough month.” Murakumo grumbles.

The three of them sit down across from us. I tighten my grip on my utensils and try and focus on the news station showing on the TV. Ooi quietly speaks up again.

	“We can just get some to-go containers and eat back at the room”
	“I'm not moving just to humor them.”

Isokaze clears her throat and starts to speak, what I dreaded.

	“Recently we've formed a small group, a club so to speak. We're looking to bring new experiences and hold morale events for our fleet. More importantly we wish to promote good military discipline and foster positive relations with the US fleet. Both of you are invited to join if you wish.”

	“You're joking right? You're trying to form some de facto gang of midgets to threaten people into only things you approve of?”

Isokaze looks genuinely shocked.  I suppose I was aiming a little too high. The purple haired one butts in.

	“Hmph. We should have known that violence and coercion are the first things thou thinks of.  It is nothing of the sort. We will simply set a good example for others to follow. It is a noble cause.  Thou seems like one who does not often think of others.”

	Ooi speaks up before me, “You want to improve US relations huh... So where's the US members in your group? Why don't you recruit, say.. what's her name?”
	“Fuck-up chan” I supply.
	“Ha, yeah her.”

The meaning seems to sink in instantly as the three destroyers seem to avert their gaze and find something quite interesting on their plates.

	“It... is quite saddening, but there are always a few, less fortunate individuals who simply do not excel in any areas. We pity them, and wish them well, but they would not be very helpful to us.”
	“Hey, listen. We're trying to start small here, don't go asking the impossible on the first day.” Murakumo adds in, before digging into her meal.


I feel like I've lost most of my appetite. At least they didn't bother us anymore after that and talked among themselves. After dropping our empty plates off we stood on the steps of the building looking outward towards the busy midday street. Except there weren't any cars on it. There was only a person slowly moving towards us from down the street.  It looks as if they were running, but not making any progress. After what seems like eternity a slowly jogging Shiranui, completely out of breath, stops a few feet from us.  She bends over supporting her upper body with her hands on her knees. Ooi jumps over to her [What the hell] and asks what's wrong.

	“Up. All night.  Following.. her.”
	“Who?”

Shiranui takes a few moments to catch her breath before standing up straight and answering.

	“The one who attacked Choukai, Mogami, and Chikuma. It's a ship girl, judging by the few boot prints I've found that match a small figure and the silhouette left from breaking through wooden fences. She's been traveling in roughly clockwise circular patterns slowly moving eastward. If I'm correct she'll be here in...”

She raises he forearm to read her wristwatch. She has it about an inch from her face before rubbing her eyes and attempting a second time.

	“About thirty seconds.”
	“Yeah well that's just wonderful, but you're in no shape to stop anyone and I'm not about to help.”
	“As expected, however I have already contacted the authorities.”

I look around. I don't see anything out of the ordinary.  They Probably thought it was prank call or something.  Ten seconds to go.  There's a fast moving figure running down the sidewalk.  It does a running kick and sends the top of a mailbox flying.  As I track it flying through he air I hear the sound of multiple sirens coming from every direction. The world slows down as armored infantry appear from behind trees, bushes, and other nearby buildings, running in our direction to intercept the errant shipgirl. Two firetrucks and multiple police cars have blocked off the  intersection to our right while multiple armored cars come up from the other direction blocking escape. Within 15 seconds the girl is surrounded by a ring of riot police. We have front-row seats [standing, but whatever] to the show of a lifetime.

There's no fat policeman with a microphone telling the girl to surrender peacefully, just the slowly encroaching ring of malice, arms raised and aimed.  There's a yell, a shriek of rage, as the small girl barrels forward towards the firetrucks. Shotguns fire, but the baton rounds do little to slow down the girl as she barrels through the three deep line of MP's.

	“Oh no..” Shiranui speaks up as she squeezes her head with both hands.  “I told them to bring out everything, if she escapes..”

Instead of running to freedom, the girl poses triumphantly ontop of one of the battered MP's before issuing her exclamation of victory.

	“.... AHAHAHYOU CALL YOURSELVES MARINES? I'VE MET PRISSY AIRMEN WHO COULD PUT UP A BETTER FIGHT THAN YOU. BACK IN MY D-AAAAULLLLRBBGB”

Her tirade is cut short as the two firetrucks open up their nozels full burst knocking the girl over.  Orders are shouted, gas grenades are launched, and a loud grizzled voice is heard barking a final order.

	“SEND IN THE FINAL WAVE!”

I spot a platoon of full armored troopers with red markings on their armor, with what looks to be electrified batons and heavy shields are running towards the downed girl in the middle of the gas cloud. Their own war-cries drowning out the coughing and yelling ship girl. There's the sound of a few grunts and masculine yells, as I see the sillouettes of a few soliders hit the ground, but then come the loud buzzes and cracks, as the batons find their mark.

	“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelppp th-h-h-hey're ggreeeffffiiinn meeeee w w w an ooooonnn wwwooonn ffffaggggoo-”

A high pitched  whine comes through the air as what I assume to be an overcharging baton and a final crack silence the girl. A quiet minute passes. The wind blows away the gas as I see the unconscious girl bound and carried away, along with the injured MP's.  A decent crowd has formed on the steps of the dining facility as others have come out to see the aftermath.

I start clapping.


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