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It was good to have the room to recover in between building-forays, too, because I really didn't want to learn what Abyssal Trench Foot looked like on my face.ĭespite being underwater, I stuck close to the stairs and the deck as I headed towards the cargo bay doors. My weird cyborg Abyssal captain body was unaffected by the change in air pressure I'd caused, and though I'd learn soon enough that breathing was optional in this state, the air pocket at the top of the room had been reassuring to have. I sighed, and was promptly slammed into the opposite wall by a surge of water the moment I opened the door. Which meant captain-me was going for a swim. So I headed to the cargo bay to grab some parts. It might make rooms a bit tall, but if that became a concern I could probably find double-use objects to put on the ceiling or floor, like batteries. By organising my constructing into four-metre-thick heights interspersed by four-metre-thick lengths, I could keep maximum structural strength while being able to place chambers completely arbitrarily within the bounds of the layers I'd defined. The fundamental units of construction were long bars, generally four metres long, one metre wide and of varying thickness depending on what I was using it for. The best way to do that, I decided, was to switch my building system from arbitrary bars in arbitrary places to a clearer one. The first thing, I decided, was reorganising my internal structure to be both more spaced-out and modular. (I wanted to see my brother more than I wanted to see some snotty admiral anyway.) Given that walking up to my front door would need a lot less convincing disguise than walking up to a military base, and I'd need somewhere outside of a warzone to actually practice that disguise anyway, 'going home' seemed the better option unless a good opportunity presented itself.) (Sure, I could try playing nice with the military, but it would be a hell of a lot easier to play nice if I could make it into conversational range without getting shot at. That meant getting some goddamn recreational facilities on-board.
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Three- anti-submarine and anti-air weapons that were reasonably unlikely to shoot me in the ass if I stopped paying attention.įourth, and finally, if I was planning to make a break for the open sea in preparation for making it home, I was damn well not going to be confined to only the control room as I did it. Mighty ships like the Enterprise and the Salt Lake City had lived to the end of the war not by being mighty offensive presences, but by just being too damn hard for anyone to sink- if there was anything I needed, it was more redundancy. One- following in the footsteps of my second life's forefathers, I had focused too much on how I'd win a battle and too little on how I'd lose it. With my first performance in combat going terribly, I had a few main goals. (Given that the only real effect a frayed fragment of the Abyssal's face on my psyche was making me feel a bit hungry, I marked my previous question on the psychological effects of seeing Abyssal corpses as answered.) Or, rather, carefully switching to boat-me's perspective and straying just far enough from Duckweed to start looting enough for a proper refit this time. Sure, I might get some marines looking for me, but either I was alive and they suspected I'd butcher anyone they sent, I was alive and they were willing to ask me what the hell I'd been doing shooting at their guys, or I was dead and they had bigger concerns anyway.Īll in all, those were all acceptable situations for performing repairs in. The seabed, I was reasonably sure, would be a spot they would not lob high-explosive ordinance at. To summarise- the whole reason I was currently watching the fish swim by was to find a safe, secluded spot that neither the Abyss nor the US Government would decide to lob high-explosive ordinance at. I am not very good at boat construction.Īs soon as my passive sonar stopped picking anything up, Operation: I Meant To Do That was a-go. Fun fact, the in-game version of the Mary Anning used for this chapter is the first one that can reliably defeat a Marauder in single combat.