The girl in question looks up in confusion.

“But sometimes your best isn’t enough. Hard work and training can help us do better though. Remember that.”

Le Terrible nods.

“Go clean yourself up and see if Glorious can’t meet us out here. After that, you’re dismissed until evening exercises.” the light cruiser turns to the rest of the pack of destroyers. “The rest of you are to return at 09:00 for anti-aircraft exercises.”

The destroyers nod and part, the two L'adroit class chatting happily among each other as they depart
the docks. Le Terrible continues to look slightly defeated, while you note that her sister, the only one with her equipment still present, hugs her turret closely to her chest.

Émile Bertin pivots about to address you, interrupting your evaluation of the destroyers. “Now. You’re going to switch to practical exercises, if Glorious is willing, you desperately need experience managing some anti-aircraft defense.”

You ignore the comment’s lack of tact and nod. “Aren’t three destroyers a bit few for a fleet exercise?”

“Two.” your teacher corrects, “L’Audacieux won’t be participating. But I’ll see if I can drag a few of the Italians down to offer assistance. Now.” She begins. “Walk me through how you’d manage a fleet with likely enemy air defence.”

>Deploy your girls wide in a picket to intercept the planes early
>pull your girls closer to offer overlapping field of fire
>other/write in
>refuse the training and ask for more theory classes
>refuse the training and do something else
>ask a question

>>3427571
>Deploy your girls wide in a picket to intercept the planes early

Screen, screen, screen.

>>3427571
>>pull your girls closer to offer overlapping field of fire
Wide means nothing if we get caught isolated

>>3427821
Especially with only destroyers. We should concentrate their low firepower.
A dispersed screen of destroyers would be torn apart.

>>3427569
>pull your girls closer to offer overlapping field of fire

>>3427571
>pull your girls closer to offer overlapping field of fire

>pull your girls closer to offer overlapping field of fire

“A closer formation should allow for overlapping fields of fire.” you offer, “I’d rather not leave them out there alone.”

Émile nods. “An understandable approach. Most of our girls are lacking in long range sensors and strong heavy anti-aircraft. Understand that that leaves your seaplanes as virtually your only early warning system.”

“Lorraine was the only one of us to be refit to carry seaplane observers. .Me and Bretagne never had any.” You ponder your options briefly, “Don’t the destroyers have radar?”

You swear you see a faint smile on the corners of the normally stoic light cruiser’s mouth. “L’Audacieux and Le Terrible were refitted by the Americans. But Le Mars and L’Adroit never got the chance.”

You mutter bitterly under your breath and weigh your options before noting that Émile’s attention is now occupied by an unseen character coming from near the entrance the destroyers left through, you turn and spot a group of British girls approaching with interest, the three you spotted earlier are here, now accompanied by a fourth. Taller than the others and wearing a dark grey naval trenchcoat. The light cruiser instructing you crosses her arms and offers a nod of greeting. “Good morning Glorious,” she offers in heavily accented English

“Good morning.” the carrier greets back, “I heard from a particularly excited pair of your girls that you wanted me to throw a few swordfish at your new battleship to test her mettle?” She spares you a glance and then offers her hand. “HMS Glorious.”

You frown and cross your arms in response.

“You won’t get much from her,” the familiar scottish accent of Edinburgh offers in the back, “she’s got a stick deeper up her arse than most of the frogs do.”

You glare at the light cruiser, but she refuses to flinch.

“I’m going to see if some of our Italian friends aren’t too busy to offer assistance to Provence.” Emile explains, turning towards the base entrance, “in the meantime, try not to kill each other.”

Glorious nods, launch deck, funnel, and anti-aircraft appearing on her back as she prepares. “We’ll do our best.” she offers with a smile, apparently not realizing the comment was directed at you.

>ask a question of your British “friends”
>ardently refuse to speak to them, but attempt to suss up what kind of attack Glorious can launch
>spend the time idly practicing your Anti-Air rangefinder and tracking targets with your Anti-Air
>other

>>3430017
>>ask a question of your British “friends”
"How does it feel to belong to the only navy to ever murder it's own Allies?"
And direct that at the Scottish bitch on particular.

>>3430052
this

>"How does it feel to belong to the only navy to ever murder it's own Allies?"
>And direct that at the Scottish bitch on particular.

You begin briefly checking over your weapons and rangefinders, ignoring the British ships as you check and double check your anti-aircraft systems, doing your best to coldly ignore them as they talk and plan amongst each other. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a figure moving from the pack towards you and offer a sidelong glance.

Edinburgh approaches slowly before reaching you, a displeased expression on her face. You do your best to ignore her.

“Alright. I wasn’t about to make a show of it. But what the hell crawled up your arse and died?” you glance over, noting the unsure glances of her companions now exiting their own plans and eyeing Edinburgh uneasily “If there’s something we need to air out, let’s air it out.”

“Bretagne.” You answer tersely.

“What?” she asks, clearly caught off guard over the question.

You stand, crossing your arms defiantly and in the back of your mind feel the weight of your guns now standing on your back “Battleship Bretagne- my sister. She was killed at Mer-El-Kerbir by British shells.”

The cruiser stammers out a pathetic “I-” backing away slowly with her hands raised.

"How does it feel to belong to the only navy to ever murder it's own Allies?" You interrupt, pressing forwards. “Slaughtering the ships and sailors at anchor because you’re too impatient to wait for a reply to terms?”

“You surrendered to the Germans we couldn’t” she starts.

“At least the Germans had the decency to wait until fighting had started before shooting at us.” you offer. “They didn’t sneak in and murder us at port. Maybe that’s why I’ve been getting along with the Italians so well.”

The light cruiser continues backing up, clearly weighing options on how to disarm the situation. Behind her, you notice her companions fanning out, one of the cruisers begins uneasily pushing around, judging whether or not to intervene. The other holds her ground, eyeing you unsteadily and pushing Glorious protectively behind her. The carrier for her part, looks utterly terrified at your anger and seems to have no qualms about hiding behind her escorts and making herself look as small and unassuming as possible.

> For Bretagne! (Hit Edinburgh.)
>Continue to press the verbal attack
>Return to managing your anti-aircraft. You have aired your grievances as per her request
>other

>>3430644
Absolutely based Paragraph OP. Excellent job.
>>Continue to press the verbal attack
"How about Dakar? When you finally started fighting fair, didn't go so well for you did it? Where is Ark Royal anyways? Still rotting in the Atlantic where the *Boche* left her?"

>>3430741
Thanks. I appreciate the positive feedback. I'm looking forward to writing up a bit more angry Provence bullying Edinburgh once a few more people have the opportunity to chime in with votes.

>>3430898
No yeah. Been a slow weekend for most of the quests I've been in really. This is an enjoyable one tho. I blame people watching the Masters

>>3430949
Thanks, it's always nice to know people are actively enjoying the quest and want it to continue.

>>3430741
going out of the house for two hours. if no one else votes I'll write up this one then.

>>3430644
>hit her

Sorry boss wasn't aware we moved too a new thread

>>Continue to press the verbal attack
"How about Dakar? When you finally started fighting fair, didn't go so well for you did it? Where is Ark Royal anyways? Still rotting in the Atlantic where the *Boche* left her?"

The light cruiser pushing in the flank takes another step towards you, hands held up defensively. “Swiftsure,” she calls to her brunette companion watching over the carrier, refusing to take her eyes off you. “Take Glorious back to her quarters.”

The escort in question begins to walk slowly back screening for the terrified carrier back towards the barracks.

“Ms. Provence, the war is over, we’re all friends now.” Minotaur calls, taking a further step closer and glancing tentatively at the light cruiser in front of you.

You take your eyes off Edinburg and glare up towards the incoming cruiser, stopping the girl in her tracks. “We were friends on the 3rd of July, 1940. You don’t get to kill over a thousand French sailors and my sister and call us that again.”

“Your sister-” Edinburg begins before aborting her negotiation attempt “Lorraine and your escorts have all gotten along swimmingly with us in the past.”

You glare back towards Edinburg, staring the girl down. “Do you know why L’Audacieux is sitting this exercise out? The only reason she hasn’t tried to start something is she’s god damn terrified of all of you.” You feel your voice grow louder as your ire rises. “She was sunk by British planes not fifty miles from where we stand now and nearly got killed by one of your cruiser at Dakar.” You cross your arms and allow your angry expression to uptick briefly into a satisfied grin. “Of course, by that time you were fighting fair. Didn’t go so well did it?”

You see a wounded expression appear on the cruisers face, but she offers no rebuttal. Edinburg allows herself another uncertain step back.

You step forward, pushing the light cruiser back again. “But the Mediterranean wasn’t exactly the Royal Navy’s proudest campaign. Are Ark Royal and the others still rotting on the bottom of the Atlantic?”

The comment takes some time to settle, both British cruisers standing bewildered before a flash of anger takes over Edinburg’s expression. “You fucking cunt.” she yells and begins to charge.

>Roll for combat

>>3431946
Ah, fuck, sorry missed the vote. And yeah, the other thread locked without me noticing it was coming. I'll try and be more punctual in the future.

>>3432011
I think 750 replies or 3days and it hits auto sage too start the slide down.

Also what's the dice for combat?

>>3432054
1d100

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3432010
Ahahaha
SEETHING Scotsman

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3432010
Show her why she should've ensured we stayed sunk

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>3432010
Liberte. Fraternite. Beat downite.

>>3432125
May Napolean bless you my child
500 Baguettes for you in heaven

>>3432125
You are getting Baguettes and hairy women as a reward for this

>>3432125
>>3432134
>>3432144

Writing now

Probably should have specified that a la, the last thread, I was running lower as better in an aborted Dark Heresy style statsheet.

But since everyone is so excited, I'll flip the number this time. Don't want to take the wind out of everyone's sails because I didn't explain expectations.

>>3432170
Thnx for the mercy OP.
Low is better. Been a while so I forgot lol

>>3432170
Oh we are doing low is better, do we have a CS too see our number too match or get under?

Also thanks for the run boss. I gotta pass out tonight.

>Roll for combat

Even for the relatively slow speed an early dreadnought, the Scotswoman’s irate charge is easy to intercept. You sidestep the cruiser’s blind rush and grab her as she passes, using her momentum against her and sending her scattering against the docks. You pivot to follow her and prepare to deliver a fierce kick to your grounded opponent when you feel an impact from behind. Apparently Minotaur was right on her heels and the second British ship sends you reeling forwards with a tackle across your waist.

You let out a grunt of pain and anger, doing your best to try and recover from the impact.

The Town Class beneath you takes the opportunity to recover, scrambling backwards and rolling back up to face you, wiping a thin trail of blood from her nose and delivering a fierce kick to your chest.

Noting that her inferior tonnage isn’t enough to pull you out of the fight, Minotaur releases her hold and steps back.

Continuing to ignore Minotaur. You take the chance to close the distance between you and Edinburgh and grab the cruiser by the collar, pulling her towards you with a startled yelp and slamming your forehead against her already bloodied nose. The cruiser collapses in an ungainly heap, more blood streaming out of her face, rolling over and groaning.

Satisfied that the Scottish cruiser is out of the fight , you turn to address her English compatriot. You’ve barely peeked over your shoulder back at her before you feel a sharp pain on your leg, driving you to one knee. Wild eyed, Minotaur apparently used the time it took you to neutralized Edinburgh to find a large steel pipe to assault you with.

You attempt to block a second swing with your arm, the impact causing you to grit your teeth with pain, though offering the chance for you to grab the pipe with your free arm on the downswing, pulling the British girl within assault distance and pushing her down in front of you. You pull yourself up and pin her with your uninjured arm when when the unmistakable sound of a naval rifle discharging behind you breaks up the fight.

You whirl around and attempt to find the source of the gun’s discharge. Émile Bertain walks towards you with a look absolutely devoid of any amusement, four destroyers follow behind with various looks of concern, bewilderment, and interest.

You relax a bit and consider how to respond to the French cruiser’s entrance

“Well I suppose that’s it then” a voice sounds on the other end of the melee. Turning to identify it, you notice Edinburgh slowly standing on unsteady legs, offering a weak bloodstained smile to you. “I guess Ms. Provence that you’ve proven the victor.” The cruiser approaches you with an obvious limp, hand outstretched towards you. “I’ll see you in the docks.”

>take the hand
>hit her again
>Hit Minotaur and her again
>address Émile Bertain and offer explanation
>other

>>3432230
>>3432230
Yeah. I'll start doing that, sorry. Generally I go for a number to shoot for and gauge success based on how close you are to it.

>>3432409
>Grab her hand and throw her into the other British ship.
>Head for the docks.

>>3432412
Don't be shits good.

>>3432409
>take the hand
Grip it hard. Like fuck you hard.
There will be another day. Edinburgh is small fry anyways. Annoying, but small fry.

>>3432446
I like how Minotaur went for the pipe
Full WWE

>>3432409
>take the hand

>>3432412
>>3432446
>>3432534

Could I get a tiebreaker between the three of these. They offer different enough intent that I'd like some sort of consensus for what Provence will do.

>>3432588
>>3432447
This seems to be the middle path.

>>3432631
Obviously, changing my vote.

>>3432631
Alright, neat, thanks.

Truth be told it's getting disgustingly late and I'm starting to lose focus. The next part might shape up to be a long and important one so I'll put it out first thing in the morning. Thanks for sticking with me all. I'll continue posting updates tomorrow.

>>3432649
Yeh night QM
Gotta say a cage match with shipgirls is not how I imagined this session going but it was immensely satisfying.

>Head for the docks.
>take the hand Grip it hard. Like fuck you hard.

You return to your feet as best you can manage on your damaged legs and take the offered hand. Edinburgh smiles at the gesture, but the expression is short lived as you tighten your grip applying as much pressure as you considerable horsepower will allow you. The light cruiser takes the force almost admirably. She stiffens slightly and a faint grimace of pain takes over her expression but she continues to offer a smile- if a slightly faltering one.

Eventually you release her and return to Émile Bertain, who appears to be in one of her rare moments of offering actual expression. In this case anger. “Well.” You begin quietly. “Apologies. I think I've managed to get myself too damaged for anti-aircraft practice.”

“We'll continue tomorrow.” The cruiser counters. The statement seems as much a threat as a dismissal.

You nod in response and offer a glance at the four destroyers. A brief feeling of guilt overcomes you when, behind the two French girls slated to train with you, you spot the concerned expressions of Mitraglieri and Legionario. “Do you need help?” Legionario asks, noting your limp.

“I’m a battleship” You offer, shooting a disarming smile to the pair of them. “I can take a hit or two.” You make a mental note to check in with the destroyers later, you haven’t been able to touch base with them since returning to Tunis.

You continue your wounded shuffle back to the docks. Doing your best to maintain to walk as upright as possible to avoid showing the extent of your injury to the pair of British ships. You continue on, pushing into the familiar hallways that lead to the dockyards, eventually making your way into the group of pools that repaired you when you first arrived. You note with some relief that the dockyards are empty again. Weighing your options, you strip down to your underwear, recalling the uncomfortable feeling of heavy wool from your last bout.

You slide easily into the water again. The warm feeling of lapping water soothing your battered knee. Letting out a sigh, you let yourself relax slightly, feeling tension lift off your shoulders and feel fatigue overtake you.

>Around you is darkness. You are adrift in a cold sea of endless water. The single sourceless light illuminating the seemingly infinite waves across the flat plane.

>”I was wondering when you’d join me again.” a voice mutters into your ear. A shadow that wasn’t there before hovering over your shoulder you feel a cold finger trace itself along your far cheek.

>You turn about to confront the owner of the voice. The pale face of Bretagne greets you with an unreadable smile. “Hello again dear sister. I was worried that you’d be avoiding me.”

-

>ask a question (or several)
>ignore her
>wake up
>other

>>3433452
>>ask a question (or several)
Where are you?
Have you come back to life like the rest of us?

>>3433452
>where are you
>nobody Seems too care about what the British did!

>>3433468
>>3433543

I'm going to allow time for more people to chime in. But I'll note that unless there are objections to any asked or a shitton get posted in the meantime, I'll have all of them posted up in the next paragraph.

>>3433567
Out of curiosity QM our base is in like Algeria right? I just wanted to make sure

>>3433571
Currently you are in Tunis, Tunisia. Though you passed through Algeria on your return.

>>ask a question (or several)
>Where are you?
>Have you come back to life like the rest of us?
>nobody Seems too care about what the British did!

-

>”I’ve been worried over you Bretagne. Where are you?” You glance about your surroundings unsure. “This place-”

>you flash your gaze back at your sister and notice she’s now standing motionless several meters back from where she stood, gazing about the endless plane. She turns back to you and offers a sly look. “Some things you’ll have to figure out for yourself dear sister. But I assure you. I am close. Agonizingly close.” She reaches towards you but frowns, giving up on the action and setting her arm back down at her flank. “Soon dear sister- We’ll be together”

>Your expression turns to surprise. “Have you come back to life like the rest of us? Please- I can help.”

>She laughs “You ask so many questions.” she then sighs and considers the statement, idly staring out again at the waves. “I am back. But no dear sister. Not like the rest of you. Where the-” she hesitates mulling over the question. “Where they are blind to their suffering and servitude. I can see what needs to be done.” As if to accentuate the point she waves a lock of hair out of the way of her vivid blue eyes now staring deep into your own.

>You’re taken aback and take a half step backwards from your sister. “Suffering-” you begin confused “Lorraine and the others-”

>>3434300
>A flash of intense anger overtakes Bretagne’s pale features. “Don’t say her name.” your sister screams, the rusted turrets on her back pivoting steadily forwards with shrieks of protesting steel and gears. The flash of anger in her eyes dimms somewhat, but fury still takes hold over her feature “Even before the corpses of my crew had rotted, she had prostrated herself before Churchill’s lapdogs.”

>You take another step back stunned at the unexpected fury Bretagne shows.

>“The English she’s so keen to whore herself out to have a saying ‘the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’” Bretagne gesticulates wildly towards the water to accentuate her point. “I’ve seen blood dear sister. One thousand and twelve of my defenceless crew slaughtered by those traitors.” The charred ends of her coat now sparkle with burning cinders.

>You blink and she vanishes. Before you have a chance to look for her, she walks up part the corner of your eye, her eyes giving you an almost pleading expression. “The only sister I have is you Provence.” She mutters, her voice now quiet. “Surely you’ve noticed. They all forget the war. The blood we spilled. The suffering they put us through.”

>You hesitate, eyeing your sister deeply before weekly nodding. “Yes. I have noticed. Nobody seems to care anymore. About Mers-el-Kebir or the British”.

>Your sister gives a smile of relief. “I care dear sister and I know you care as well.” she puts a cold hand on your shoulder. “I can help. You can help. Together we can punish the traitors and slaughter the English.”

>A knot of unease forms in your stomach and step away briefly, letting her arm fall slack. She looks briefly disappointed, but nods knowingly. “I know it’s hard.” Bretagne mutters sympathetically. “But the decision is yours to make. Return again to the spot the ocean spat you out. I’ll be there in the end for you dear sister.”

You awaken slowly as the fog of your dream dissipates into the warm waters of the repair pool and you begin to hear the idle English chatter of Edinburgh and Minotaur, repairing from the injuries you gave them earlier. The voices quiet as you sit up straight and you turn to the pool to your immediate left and spot Edinburgh offering you a concerned look.

>Ignore the British and meet with Lorraine (write in any specific questions or conversations)
>Talk to the British (and probably insult them)
>Meet with Gorizia, she’s helped you in the past (write in any specific questions or conversations)
>Meet with Legionario, you can confide in her (write in any specific questions or conversations)
>Meet with L’Audacieux, she was at Dakar and Mers-el-Kébir (write in any specific questions or conversations)
>Meet with Emile Bertain and ask to continue training, you need a stress outlet
>Follow Bretagne’s Instructions and return to the spot you emerged from the water in.
>write in

>>3434309
>>Meet with Legionario, you can confide in her (write in any specific questions or conversations)
Pasta is fren.
Also if at all possible we are gonna have to address the elephant in the room at some point
>Ignore the British and meet with Lorraine (write in any specific questions or conversations)
There's a lot we need to discuss obviously.
We need a clear head before we make a decision in regards to Bretagne. The ocean will be there.

>>3434309
>Follow Bretagne’s Instructions and return to the spot you emerged from the water in.
Abyssal Quest!

>>3434309
Actually changing this >>3434562 too

>Flee back into the ocean from where it spat out us. They don't remember or care!

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>>3434560
Pull back from the brink Mon Ami
(Sweats)
The Dark Side is not da way

>>3434593
Travail, Famille, Patrie. Vive Petain!

>>3434593
>>3434565
>>3434560
>>3434430

Okay. I'm going to wait until this evening to write up Abyssalquest. I'm totally down to write about the Provence-Bretagne British slaughter club, but would like a more decisive vote or at least offer more time because it's going to strongly change the quest's tone.

>>3434651
I'm all for Vichy Quest. Vichy HERO Quest
We have friends above seas now. The Italians for one. More is at stake than just the British. And besides, can you imagine how bootyblasted the British would be if we save the seas as Axis France ?
Gotta go with
>Legionario and Lorraine
Our grudge is not worth our soul

>>3434691
Yes, and Provence can start by gaining Bretagne's trust, and then giving her a broadside to the back of the head at the right moment. A true Vichy knows when to switch sides.

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>>3434726
Well I would chime in by saying that fighting either of her sisters is certainly gonna be emotionally scarring for Provence. I feel like the general consensus in the quest is
"British fucking suck" and understandably so. On the other hand, Vichy!Quest is also very intriguing.
So I think a compromise might be in order. We deny Bretagne now, and sometime soon request I dunno a transfer or something as an attache to the Italians. Im sure at least a handful of other frogs feel the same way(that one destroyer at least was mentioned). That would put us out of direct association with the Brits, and keep us useful to the fleet. If any luck holds we might run across a British abyssal or some shit.
---
Tld:r Darlan's Devils as task force.

>>3434691
We don't know anything about our soul being in danger. So that should be thrown out as meta knowledge.

Man It honestly sucks we are gonna end up just being yet again the 'good' guys in the war against everything. If we can fuck the British over I think we should at any point if we are sticking around either way

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>>3434849
Of course we will fuck the British over. That's a given. But we can do that without actually going evil. That's why I am advocating we form a private squadron of like minded French ships. Those who can't stomach the idea of sailing with them. Gotta be some Dakar and Mers vets around.
Evil Demon Ships first, British second.
Provence is a schismatic firebrand. Might as well play that up.

>>3434895
Yet again we literally just got up and don't know they are pure evil. Plus I have some questions on that as well considering our sister? Is on the abyss side and what not.

So did anyone reach a consensus yet?

It seems like two for Abyssalquest and two for meeting Lorraine and holding up. If anyone wants to suggest further compromise I'll wait an hour or so before doing my best for a compromise solution. Sorry for the wait. I just don't want to launch an important quest moment without majority rule.

>>3435273
I would be open to meeting with Bretagne and hearing her out. I just dont see much sense in joining the Abyssals purely out of hatred of the British. There are more sensible ways to deal with that.
We could always just go rogue I suppose.
I would prefer playing the long game with the good guys. We can fuck the British down the line while still doing good overall. Splintering the French Fleet down ideological lines would be compelling in it's own right.

>>3434849
> Man It honestly sucks we are gonna end up just being yet again the 'good' guys in the war against everything.
I agree, enough of the monomyth template. This time, the story can be a tragedy, just like a good old fashioned French realist novel.

>>3435308
How about this for a comprise
>Talk with Lorraine
>Go check out Bretagnes directions
That will let us speak with our other sister and then, with all possible information about available to us make a decision in regards to Abyssalhood. As long as going where we first popped up from does not automatically mean turning without a choice.

>>3435314
Yes because they won't keep an eye on us or anything afterwords.

>>3435314
Yes, it could be fun to see an argument between the two about history, with Lorraine drifting to the Left and Provence to the Right. /pol/ quest, anyone?

>>3435318
Well then that can play into the narrative by one of our buddies popping up at the last second before we turn and going
"No don't do this!"
And we have a dramatic choice.

>>3435329
I mean it seems like even the people who want to stay with the good guys want Provence to go Vichy mode(including me).
It was already /pol/ quest my friend.

>>3435343
Cool, I can get behind this.

>>3435400
>>3435314

It seems like at least two opinions are shared over this compromise. So I'll start penning that up.

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>>3435400
>Provence forms an third party, Anti-Abyssal splinter vigilante fleet loyal only to France and victory
All foes on suicide watch

>>3435412
The third way. Sounds suitably fascist, kek.

>>3435482
>teams up with Reggia and Kriegsmarine for a mission
>Comes across Brits
>WHAT THE BLOODY FOOK PROVENCE
>y so mad Brits, I thought the 'war was over?'
>Edinburgh seething
>(smugProvence.jpeg)

>Talk with Lorraine
>Go check out Bretagnes directions

You stand up, continuing to completely ignore the two British warships occupying the room with you and change back into your dry clothes.

“Who the bloody fuck was she talking to?” You hear Minotaur’s voice mutter to her companion in a hushed whisper. You pay them no mind turning yourself onto a single-minded track towards your and Lorraine’s shared quarters, pushing past Italian navy sailors and shipgirls towards the dormitories.

Reaching your room you push the door open and note that Lorraine has already arrived. Judging by the annoyed expression she offers as you approach and the way she crosses her arms and stands before you, she’s heard news of your “encounter” with the English girls.

“Émile tells me you got into a fight with the British” She states flatly before you have a chance to speak. “You can’t do that Provence, they’re our allies.”

“The lines were drawn back in 1940.” You state flatly, annoyed at being accused at first entry. “You weren’t at Mers-el-Kébir”

Provence visibly flinches at the comment, a guilty expression taking hold on her face. “I know. I’m sorry- I know it’s hard for you to see the British girls. But the war- that war. It’s over Provence. It’s in the past.”

“I can’t trust them Lorraine. They killed Bretagne” Your tone rises slightly. “The bastards murdered their allies unprovoked at harbor. I’m tired of you and everyone else pretending it didn’t happen.”

“I-” Lorraine begins, “I know it hurts and I’m sorry.”

You go quiet briefly before letting out a long sigh. “I saw her again Lorraine. Our sister. When I was in the docks.”

Your sister’s eyes widen in surprise “What did she say?”

“Nothing that I just didn’t,” you counter. “She hasn’t forgotten Lorraine. What they did.”

Lorraine blanches slightly at the comment. “Provence are you?-” she begins.

“She’s our sister Lorraine. I know that matters to you. Even if you forget the British murdered her, that much should matter.”

Your sister clearly is taken aback by the commend shakes her head. “They’re evil Provence. I don’t know who or what you spoke to, but whatever it said it’s wrong and it’s evil. Not like the British. Not like the Nazis, not like anyone. Just pure animalistic evil.”

You take some time to reflect on the comment, offering a cold glare at your sister. “Travail, Famille, Patrie. Lorraine.” you offer. “You were on the other side, but maybe it’s time to think over what that means.”

>>3435529

>Meet with Bretagne (alone)
>Meet Bretagne with Gorizia (she’ll likely shoot first, but at least she knows what she’s doing)
>Meet Bretagne with Legionario (she’s reliable and helpful, though not quick to intervene)
>Meet Bretagne with L’Audacieux (she’s been through Dakar and Mers-el-Kébir and probably hates the British more than you)
>Meet Bretagne with Lorraine (despite Bretagne’s well conveyed feelings on the matter, you are all three sisters.)
>Meet Bretagne with Émile Bertain (this is probably a terrible idea)
>ask or talk more with Lorraine (write in and try and combine this with another answer as it won’t be a full paragraph)
>other

>>3435532
Side note. Last post for the night. Apologies. Early work tomorrow means no marathon QM'ing.

>>3435532
>>Meet Bretagne with Legionario (she’s reliable and helpful, though not quick to intervene)
If it goes sour I'd rather not be alone. And Legionario is the safest choice of escort in all honesty. Bringing L'audiceux is just asking for her to get corrupted. Also Best Pasta. She's also not a Brit or Frog.

>>3435532
>Meet Bretagne with L’Audacieux (she’s been through Dakar and Mers-el-Kébir and probably hates the British more than you)
>ask or talk more with Lorraine (write in and try and combine this with another answer as it won’t be a full paragraph)
"I always suspected you were a Dreyfusard. Anyways, did you enjoy being in Rosbif drydocks?"

>>3435516
Or if Massachusetts and Ranger run into Provence. They would not have patience.

>>3435536
Thanks for putting up with us cats.

>>3435532
If it's possible to take more than one bote then I'd like a secondary boat for support.
Mostly because I'm betting that we're gonna get double crossed by Bretagne and I would rather hope that I lose the bet but keep our arse safe than directly into the fire.

>>3435532
>Meet Bretagne with L’Audacieux (she’s been through Dakar and Mers-el-Kébir and probably hates the British more than you)

Rolled 12 (1d100)

I'm too much of a moral fag to vote for anything like an abyssal or even unaligned quest, but it would be interesting and I'll still play.

>>3435532
>Talk more with Lorraine
"I want you to know that we will always be sisters, Lorraine. I care, and I want you to know that whatever happens, I dont hate you."

Penning up next encounter now.

>Meet Bretagne with L’Audacieux (she’s been through Dakar and Mers-el-Kébir and probably hates the British more than you)
>ask or talk more with Lorraine (write in and try and combine this with another answer as it won’t be a full paragraph)
>"I always suspected you were a Dreyfusard. Anyways, did you enjoy being in Rosbif drydocks?"
>"I want you to know that we will always be sisters, Lorraine. I care, and I want you to know that whatever happens, I don’t hate you." (did my best to balance the last two)

Your words seem to shift the conversation’s tone, Lorraine’s expression changing from worry to anger.
“Do not speak of the fatherland like it’s some secret whispered in the Vichy dockyards. I fought for the fatherland Provence. My guns bore the battered the German defenders at Sospel and Castillon.”

“Of course.” you counter. “The Rosbif gave you ample time to prepare in their dockyards. But hey, I’m sure tea and brandy make the go by faster.”

Lorraine offers an expression as if slapped and goes quiet for nearly a minute. “Is that it then?” She asks quietly. “I’m just another one of your faceless antagonists, the English you’re so determined to constantly fight with? I know the war pulled us apart, but this-”

Your anger fades at your sister’s wounded expression. “It infuriates me that my own sister would fight alongside the British even after Mers-el-Kébir.”

Lorraine opens her mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. She glances down again to the ground.

“I meant what I said Lorraine. ‘Travail, Famille, Patrie.’” you offer quietly. “You are my sister. I may disagree with what you’ve said but I care, and I want you to know that whatever happens, I may disagree with what you said. But I don’t hate you."

She nods, but still seems unable to offer a response.

>>3438491

You return a solemn nod and exit the room, quietly reflecting on the complexity you’ve thrown on your relationship with your sister and begin walking down the various dormitories. You stop with a sigh and a quietly muttered “merde”. Glancing upwards, you note where you stopped. Pencilled in with the same sloppy handwriting of your own door are the names ‘ L’Audacieux’ and ‘Le Terrible’. Hesitantly and uncertain of your own motivations you offer a quiet knock on the door.

The air is still for nearly a minute and you almost turn around and abandon your efforts when the door swings quickly open and the unassuming form of L’Audacieux pokes her head out, looking briefly surprised. “Um-hi.” she mutters nervously.

“Can I have a moment to talk.” you ask. “It’s about my sister.”

She nods solemnly and opens the door slightly, allowing you into her quaters. “I heard you yelling.”

You enter but offer a shake of your head. “No, my other sister.”

Her eyes widen slightly at the comment. “Bretagne.” she mutters, thinking the matter over before offering you a seat in one of the two chairs that furnish the loaned Italian quarters.

You take the proffered chair and offer a nod “I had another dream. She’s hurt. Angry. Scared. She asked me to meet her.”

L’Audacieux frowns. “But isn’t she-” she pauses thinking of a tactful way to answer the question.

“But she’s also my sister.” you counter before the destroyer “and I know you remember too. What they did. How it felt. You know at the very least why she is scared and angry”

She’s quiet for a second, then nods solemnly. “None of us at Dakar and Mers-el-Kébir really forgot what happened. I know Le Terrible likes to play the part of the clown, but she still mutters about the war in her sleep.” The girl pauses and shoots you a determined look to you. “I will go with you. I will help you give your sister the aid all of us need.”

You smile and nod but the girl’s serious expression transitions into the grave.

“On one condition. If she refuses. If she asks you or me or anyone to betray our fatherland. our comrades, and our duty. If she asks us to turn against humanity and the French people. We kill her. It is a mercy Provence.”

>agree
>disagree
>agree and suggest Le Terrible or someone else accompany as well
>other

>slink out of the base at night
>leave immediately
>other

>>3438495
>Agree
>Leave immediately

Lorraine is off balance at the moment, give her time and she'll be in position to stop of us. Alacrity is the watchword.

>>3438495
>>agree
>Leave immediately
God this is gonna end poorly.
I have a bad feeling our Destroyer friend is gonna get won over by Bretagne even if we stay sane

>>3438495
>agree
>depart right away before they can stop us

>>3438495
>agree
>Leave immediately
I'm ready for my dose of reality sir!

>>3438495
>agree
>other
See if we can swipe a flask of cognac from the wardroom before we run off. Someone is going to die.

>>3438930
>the mental scars are gonna be even deeper
Wew

>agree
>depart right away before they can stop us

“Bretagne is my family, my sister.” you answer. “One of but two I have. But you can rest assured that if whatever she is now has perverted her idealism enough to try and destroy what she once died to protect, I’ll kill her myself.”

L’Audacieux offers a sad understanding smile. “Just remember what your sister stood for then Provence, not what she offers now.” she‘s quiet for some time. “When did you want to go?”

“I don’t think the implications of me leaving have really taken hold of Lorraine yet. Better leave now than give her time to formulate a plan to stop us.”

L’Audacieux stands, a look of determination taking form on the girl’s face. “I brought nothing of importance with me from France. I can leave as soon as you need to.”

You make your way through the corridors of the Italian base for what may be the last time, pushing past sailors and warships alike through the dense and sterile halls. Eventually, you step out the door, the fresh salt filled air of the Mediterranean greets you and without need for mental prompting you immediately feel the trademark heavy feeling of your equipment on your back. Guns eagerly pivoting forwards as if urging you onwards. You offer one last look towards L’Audacieux, checking that the girl is ready and she returns a nod.

You step into the calm blue waters of the harbor sole escort follows behind you, matching pace with your own considerably slower speed, her own guns and equipment laying heavy on her back. She continues on behind you until you’ve nearly reached the end of the military docks. “They’ve spotted us.” the destroyer quietly offers.

A trio of distant Italian ships stand idly giving you confused looks. Judging by the group of small boats painted with a slew of colored splatters on them, they’re out for gunnery practice rather than interception. You were sure at least someone would notice the pair of you leave and quietly hope that the girls will be late spreading the word.

Exiting the mouth of the massive harbor at Tunis, you take an eastward course along the coastline. You continue on for several hours, your sole escort following loyally behind you. As the miles between you and your goal shrink, you find yourself navigating to spot using instinct more than memory and soon the abandoned houses and buildings begin dotting the shoreline again.

>>3439418

“Provence,” L’Audacieux calls interrupting the considerable silence that has built between you two.

You turn to the girl, she seems focused on a spot of water off to the north, in the deeper waters of the mediterranean. “Is something wrong?” You ask.

“Sonar contact, near due north,” she explains refusing to take her eyes off the unseen spot. “It’s been travelling parallel to us for at least half an hour.”

“Could it be the Italians?” You ask, trying to scry the sea for the spot the destroyer is focused on.

L’Audacieux considers that for a second. “It’s possible.” she confesses, “Though if it was they were out here before us. You may be moving slow but even you’re faster than any sub could launch and catch up to in decent time.” She shakes her head uneasily ,“I don’t think it’s Italian though. The contact sounds-” she hesitates for a second, considering how to phrase what she’s hearing. “-it sounds wrong.”

You consider the implication and gaze again towards the sea, though see nothing.

>Try to challenge the contact.
>Increase speed..
>Ask L’Audacieux to prepare depth charges and attack, either killing it or forcing it to surface
>dock on the beach and wait for it to pass.
>other

>>3439428
>>Try to challenge the contact.
An Abyssal sub then?
Could be they move faster

>>3439428
>Try to challenge the contact.
>Dock on the beach and meet it on land.
Gotta make sure that they're legit or not.

>>3439505
Could be an underwater escort sent by Bretagne I suppose

>>3439428
>try too challange the contact

>>3439446
>>3439505
>>3439760

>Try to challenge the contact.
>Dock on the beach and meet it on land.

You gaze off into the sea trying to spot the submarine, but to no avail. Pondering your options you ready a searchlight from your equipment, glancing at the miniature shutter on the side before pointing it at the water. Flicking the light on and managing the shutter on the side, you compose a message of challenge.

“Battleship Provence to Unknown vessel. Identify yourself”

L’Audacieux gives you an apprehensive look, but seems to hold her tongue, glancing out into the unknown waters.

You turn to the girl. “We’ll make our way to the shoreline. They can’t send torpedoes out over land. Is their speed or heading changing?”

She turns to follow, listening intently on her headset for a brief moment, “They’re slowing down.” she answers.

You push towards the beachhead, abandoned houses looming threateningly above from the rocky hilltops. You keep your head over your shoulder gazing towards the response to your call.

You’re almost to the shoreline when a dull green light illuminates over the distant waves, at this distance nearly out on the horizon. The long and short flashes of morse code are delivered so slowly as to make the message difficult to understand, though you manage to piece it together.

“Submarine Surcouf Responds”

>Avoid the Submarine and continue on land
>If she’s responding, she’s clearly not interested in sinking you. Continue by sea
>attempt further contact
>fire. (roll)
>other

>>3440102
Holy shit that thing has fucking 200mm naval guns on a Sub. Badass.
>attempt further contact
"Submarine Surcouf, what are your intentions? We are unware of any patrols in this area"

>>3440102
Backing this >>3440138

>>3440138
>>3440186

>attempt further contact
>dock on the beach

You raise your light and begin spelling a reply back

"Submarine Surcouf, what are your intentions? We are unaware of any patrols in this area"

“It’s hard to hear what she’s doing this close the shoreline.” L’Audacieux comments in a frustrated tone, “The breaking waves are causing a lot of noise.”

You nod and continue scanning the the water as if willing the light to return. Sure enough, it shines again, closer this time. Spelling out a reply in the same agonizingly slow green series of flashes.

“Our Lady sends word.”

You pause and contemplate the answer, a nervous pit forming in your stomach and glance down at L’Audacieux. The destroyer seems fixated on the position the light came from, an unreadable expression on her face. “It seems your sister has found us.” The destroyer mutters quietly.

You nod and note a dark shape moving in the ocean and focus your rangefinders on it. A figure approaches, pulling itself low through the waves. You shoot an unnerved glance at L’Audacieux, who for her part continues to hold her ground wordlessly, though you notice that her turrets are now locked against the target.

The tension continues to build as the figure grows ever closer, the dark shadow revealing a pair of glowing steel-blue eyes and damp and tangled black hair trailing through the waves behind it.

The pair of you hold your ground, your own guns now trailing into position as the woman steps on the shore, pale emaciated legs awkward and irregular in the pace. The sight of her draws the taste of bile to the back of your throat and a feeling of unidentifiable wrongness seems to radiate off of her.

Her eyes fixated exclusively on your own she takes a deep breath past the respirator locked to her face. The gurgling choking noise evokes comparison to someone unsuccessfully coughing up lungs full of water.

“You.” she mutters the sound coming through like a gargled cough before taking another deep choking breath. “You are Provence?” She tilts her head slightly as if examining you.

“I am.” you answer curtly.

“Good.” She answers, her eyes betraying “Good. This will please our lady.”

>>3440540
“You know where to find Bretagne?” L’Audacieux asks, eyeing the creature cautiously.

The Abyssal snaps its whole body in L’Audacieux’s direction as if just noticing the girl’s presence for the first time. She takes a step towards the destroyer and makes a joyful gurgling noise. “You bring a pet.” she reaches a pale bony hand towards your escort, but is rebuffed as L’Audacieux steps back out of her immediate reach. A frustrated gurgle comes out through the rebreather and she pivots back to you whether out of a loss of interest or some effort to get you to admonish the destroyer you greet her only with a steely stare and crossed arms.

“You will come with me.” The submarine commands through another gurgling breath. “Our lady commands it.”

>ask a question
>accept
>refuse
>murder her
>other

>>3440548
>accept
I mean we came here to talk with Bretagne. No point backing out now. When this inevitably falls apart tho at least we have a DD to fight the sub with

>>3440620
Oh also if possible
>>ask a question
Is 'Our Lady' Bretagne?

>>3440548
>accept
>take us too Bretagne

>>3440548
>ask a question
To whom do you mean by "Our Lady?"

>>3440620
>>3440632
>>3440728
>To whom do you mean by "Our Lady?"
>take us too Bretagne

The submarine turns and begin heading back to the waves, before stopping, turning her head back to you with an inquisitive tilt. “You do not follow?” She rasps.

You cross your arms and stare suspiciously. “Who do you mean when you say “Our Lady”?” you ask.

She continues to look at you in confusion. “Our mistress.” The Abyssal answers. “The one who calls you kin.”

“Bretagne?” You ask, not bothering to hide your frustration with her roundabout answers.

The Submarine seems to evaluate you up and down with her vivid gaze and even bears a sideways glance to L’Audacieux. “Yes.” she answers quietly,looking back towards you. “Yes.”

You sigh and give an apprehensive glance at L’Audacieux, who says nothing. You gesture back towards the waves to the east and address the submarine. “Lead on.”

She turns again and heads into the waves, moving above the surface this time. You elect to put some distance between you two and L’Audacieux resumes her spot by your side as close escort. “I don’t think you’re naive enough that I need to tell you that she can’t be trusted.” the destroyer mutters, continuing the same inscrutable gaze at your guide. “I can’t be certain, but the Italians reported being shelled by Submarines during the convoy attack.”

You frown and glance down at the destroyer. “You think she attacked us?”

The destroyer offers no response and your motley convoy continues onwards. As the day begins to wane, you pass through the urban sprawl you sailed past after your return. Even as the sun begins to set, the urban sprawl turns again to countryside and finally rounding a bend in the coastline you spot an unusual shape along the shore. A massive ship, identifiable as an aircraft carrier even to your less experienced perspective lies dead against the rocks, its bow sheared from the hull in a jagged jungle of ruined steel.

>>3440981

Your guide continues onwards, towards the ruined vessel. From its bow, you spot the distinctive outlines of several humanoid ships heading towards you. You glance down at L’Audacieux and note that despite her earlier calm there’s a distinct edge to the girl’s face, clearly nervous over the incoming vessels.

The lead of the group slows to address you. Instinctively, you try and evaluate her capabilities on her approach. Her appearance, like the others leaves you on edge and trying to figure out what parts of her equipment are alive and which are mechanical seems like it would take the better part of an afternoon.. Tou elect to push the topic to the back of your mind and simply take note that her pair of triple turreted guns appear to be cruiser caliber.

She approaches and seems to ignore both your guide and destroyer escort. Eyeing you with cold evaluation. “The submarine may earn Our Lady’s favor again. Inform her that her guest has arrived.” She explains, her words delivered in an emotionless echo.

One of the smaller cruisers at her flanks wordlessly turns around and heads back to the wreck which the group emerged from.

“If you’ll follow me.” The cruiser offers dryly.

Your current guide bristles at the comment. “We will guide her to Our Lady.” She gurgles angrily, sputtering over her own words.

“Be silent.” The cruiser commands again, her words still empty of emotion “do not think you can slink back into her good graces just by ferrying her guests to her chambers.”

>follow the cruiser
>ask to follow the submarine
>refuse to follow
>ask a question

>>3440989
>>ask to follow the submarine

>>3440989
>ask to follow the submarine

I'd rather the one out of good grace then the ones in. Ones less likely too betray us then the other

>>3440989
>ask to follow the submarine
She's got us this far, and we at least know (knew? her.

>pair of triple turreted guns
Eh, poor gal

>>3441010
>>3441114
>>3441324


>ask to follow the submarine

“She’s taken us this far,” you interject. “I can’t imagine we’ll need three ships for 500 meters of ocean.”

The cruiser shoots you an intense look for several seconds. “Of course.” she finally mutters before stepping aside to allow passage. “Our lady awaits.”

Your escort says nothing, but takes a deep gurgling breath from her mask before continuing onwards. Bringing you closer to the carrier.

Closer inspection reveals the extent of the damage the carrier underwent, though it’s impossible to tell what occured before or after the ship was destroyed. Roughly a quarter of the ship’s bow section lies smashed against the rocky beach, separated from the rest by several meters of open water indicating a violent separation of the two components. As your guide begins to bring you closer you can spot crude modifications to the hull. Great sheets of steel have been stripped from the side of the ship and tossed about as if torn apart by a tantruming giant. As your guide takes you closer to the bow section, you seem to notice at least a portion of the intent. A wall has been constructed over the hole, thick poorly layered steel forming a barrier with but one entrance, currently guarded by two larger humanoid abyssals. The water before it frothing with their more animalistic comrades.

The submarine takes you to the entrance, slowing gradually before the two guards. A pair of snow haired giants with great toothed maws hanging over their shoulders, each bearing a dazzling amount of cannons pointed in seemingly random directions.

You guide approaches and makes a wheezing noise that seems oddly nervous. “I am here to bring Our Lady her guests.”

They eye the pair of you up, but say nothing. Taking the silence as aspiration, your guide steps inside.

The bow of the carrier appears to have been nearly hollowed out by its current owners into one massive chamber. It’s hard to tell just how much they’ve removed as aside from a few beams of moonlight coming from the ceiling and several barrels of burning oil, the room lacks an immediate light source. However your attention is too preoccupied elsewhere to assess the room’s size.

In the middle of the chamber is a grand chair, a pile of assorted animal bones, refuse, and disturbingly at least a few pieces of rusted shipgirl rigging. At the top, on a throne built from pieces of the jagged and rusted steel of the ship sits a single figure. She offers a sultry smile that seems to make the glow of her vivid blue eyes even brighter, her grin uncomfortably familiar.

“Hello Dear Sister.” greets Bretagne.

>>3441384
In hindsight this seems like a vad idea.

Also thanks for the run QM. Night

>>3441469
Glad to hear you're enjoying it man. I'm probably heading off myself for the night. Sorry guys. Got work early tomorrow.

>>3441384
Oh fugg
We done got in it now boys

Shit. Forgot to post decision options.

>greet her politely and warmly.
>greet her and introduce L’Audacieux
>greet her impersonally
>ask her a question
>other

>>3442148
>greet her politely and warmly
>introduct our friend here

>>3442354
Supporting
Provence is creeped out but obviously happy to see her sister

>>3441469
No shite m8. But that's what the rest seemed to want.

>>3442148
>greet her politely and warmly.
>introduct our friend here
Time to go all in. Metaphorically speaking of course.

>>3442400
Well yeah meeting with her is obviously a bad idea. But it's certainly in character. Still Got a bad feeling tho

>greet her politely and warmly.
>introduce our friend here

“It is good to see you.” you reply taking several steps towards the large throne.

Your sister smiles broadly in response and stands from her chair and takes a tender step downwards, the action eliciting a groan of protesting steel from the discarded candy striped shipgirl rig that serves as the first of her improvised steps.

You continue to match her approach, meeting your sister face to face in the middle of the improvised throne room. As soon as you’re within distance, she reaches out and pulls you into a deep hug. You’re surprised by the action and an inherent instinct of danger flares up in the back of your mind and a wave of nausea rises as your body demands you push away. But the better part of you is simply overjoyed to meet your once-dead sister again and you return the gesture. Ruffling her tangled hair as you embrace your sister.

“I missed you so much.” she mutters, her authoritative voice quaking slightly. “I have been so very alone without you.”

You nod and continue stroking your sisters hair until she breaks unsteadily away, her expression returning quickly to the authoritative politeness she bore upon your return and your sense of nausea and danger subsiding slightly and you take a moment to recollect yourself.

You gesture towards your escort. “This.” you offer. “Is L’Audacieux.”

Your sister offers a hand to the escort and an unreadable grin forms on her mouth. “Hello little one.” she mutters.

The destroyer takes the hand quietly. If your sister notices the stiff terrified posture and nervous twitch in L’Audacieux’s expression she takes it in stride.

Dropping the destroyer’s hand, your sister turns again to you. “My. Look at my manners. You must be famished.” she offers, turning towards your guide for the first time and giving her a dismissive waves. “Fetch our guest something that’s to her sensibilities.“

>>3443665

“Yes Lady.” the submarine replies with a half bow before sulking submissively out of the entrance you came from.

“Please.” Your sister offers, gesturing to the entranceway of one of the few remaining rooms that hasn’t been gutted to make room for her throne. “Let’s take a seat.”

You comply and allow her to lead, L”Audacieux following behind closely behind you now nearly touching your flank and clutching her turret protectively towards her chest.

The room is of moderate size. A salted and rotting wooden table fills the middle, accompanied by a slew of chairs of all make and salvage, several of which you doubt would hold your weight. The paintings and photos on the walls have been erratically covered in vivid flowing white lines, their irrational and wild patterns fill you with an inexplicable discomfort.

You take a seat in a nearby relatively steady looking aluminum chair, followed closely by L’Audacieux.

Your sister takes the head of the table and offers another inscrutable smile towards you. “Now Dear Sister. I’m sure you have many questions, I would be more than happy to answer them. But I too would love you hear the adventures and news you bring.”

>Offer your experiences truthfully
>Offer your experiences but hold out details that may harm the Italians (exact details may be written in or left to qm)
>Offer a mostly fabricated account of your experiences
>Do your best to politely dismiss her and press her for answers instead
>Press her for questions right off the bat

>>3443668
>Offer your experiences but hold out details that may harm the Italians (exact details may be written in or left to qm)

>>3443668
Also write in if you want to ask anything specific.

>>3443668
>Offer your experiences but hold out details that may harm the Italians (exact details may be written in or left to qm)
We wont lie, but we need to watch out for our buddies toll we understand what the fuck is going on

>>3443668
>Offer your experiences but hold out details that may harm the Italians (exact details may be written in or left to qm)
Gotta make sure we don't end up screwing our newfound buddies over.

>>3443668
>Offer your experiences but hold out details that may harm the Italians (exact details may be written in or left to qm)
Try to obscure the Italian Orbat, details of port facilities, &c.

>>3443668
>ask question
'What happened that caused this Bretagne? Why didn't you awake the same as the rest of us?"

>Offer your experiences but hold out details that may harm the Italians (exact details may be written in or left to qm)

“I’ve spent most of the time getting my bearings.” You offer. “I woke up and travelled east. Eventually I ran into a fight with the Italians and spent time with them familiarizing myself with the world. Besides being a disconnected observer to a convoy ambush the only real action I’ve got on my resume since returning is headbutting a British cruiser.”

An amused smile forms on your sister’s face. “Splendid,” she answers. “I’m certain she’ll rethink challenging you again Dear Sister.”

You return a childish smile, a small part of you is pleased someone finally recognizes just how great your fight with Edinburgh was. Eventually the mood quiets down and you find an opportunity to prod a hesitant question in. “What happened Bretagne, why didn't you come back like the rest of us?”

She frowns. “It seems like your new Italian friends are as ignorant or treacherous as ever.” She ponders the question briefly. “Tell me dear sister. Is the face or the back the valuable half of Franc.”

You offer a confused expression.

She gives an expression bemusement. “It's all the same coin Dear Sister. As we are the same. Spirits of those who fought.” She idly glances over her fingernails, giving the look of being deliberately casual “We are different in appearance and motive though, as is each side of the coin.”

“But why like this?”

She stiffens slightly as if frustrated by the question “My magazine exploded. A treasonous British shell hollowed my insides out. When the seawater rushed in, it, it carried the shredded corpses and blood of my crew. When the sea spat me out again I was filled only with death and hate, it’s the way of our nature Dear sister.” she grips the side of the table and you hear the wood protesting beneath, before relaxing slightly. “I apologize. But surely you have seen it sister, they all forget.”

You nod hesitantly and out of the corner of your eye, note L'Audacieux discomfort has not yet lessened. “I have noticed.” you offer quietly.”

>>3445551
As if on cue and announced in advance by her gurgling breath, the submarine enters, a tarnished and damaged silver tray carried in her hands, reeking even from a distance of death and rot. On it are the corpses of several fish, unrecognizable both from the rapid depressurization that leaves their deep-sea bodies bloated and cartoonish and the large amount of seemingly random cuts all over their bodies.

“Lady.” The submarine greets, approaching with the foul platter.

Bretagne casts a look over to you, her eyes widening at your barely concealed disgust. Rage taking hold of her expression, she stands and delivers a tremendous backhand to the submarine, sending the girl and he offered meal scattering to the floor. The submarine’s deep sucking breaths increase in interval as she recovers from the blow, struggling to reconnect an airhose disconnected by your sister’s strike.

“That is not to her sensibilities!” Bretagne screams at the flailing form. “I offer you chance after chance and you continue to offer nothing but disappointment, failure, and mewling excuses.”

The girl rolls over, her breathing slowing with the reconnection of her airhose. “Begging your forgiveness lady,” she mutters in pained gurgles, sliding the fish back onto the platter. “We shall return with something more fitting, for your kin.”

The submarine hobbles out, an obvious limp to her step. You notice L’Audacieux has pushed herself further back, putting herself between you and Bretagne

Your sister turns back to you, her expression again an unreadable grin. “Now than Dear sister. Have you anything else to discuss, surely your arrival and journey has left you with many wonderings? If you’ll allow though, I do have a wondrous proposition for you.”

>admonish your sister for bitchslapping a submarine
>ask a question (write in)
>change the topic (write in)
>Ask about the proposition.
>other

>>3445591
>Sister why are you so hostile too the one who is only trying? Submarines were never as good as us after all.

>ask about the proposition

>>3445776
Supporting

>>3445591
>ask a question (write in)
How did you gain the fealty of the others here?

>>3446080
Oh yes, and ask about the proposition.

>>3446080
>>3446083
I'll support this as well. It is a good question after all.

Hey sorry guys. I had a really tiring day today with shit going on. I was going to try and force crank out the next section or two but I don't think it would be up to snuff so I think I'll hold out for tomorrow.

Sorry guys. If you still want to offer anything up, the question is open. Also if you have requests for general or somewhat specific things you'd like to see (more characters, locations, seeing more from other perspectives) let me know.

>>3448422
Too many characters might burn you out. Bretagne's Starscream might be an interesting perspective, though.

>>3445776
>>3446080
Supporting both of these

>>3445591
Bretagne has the art of the pimp hand it seems

apologies for late reply, I should be able to QM more tomorrow and evenings this week

>How did you gain the fealty of the others here?
>Sister why are you so hostile to the one who is only trying? Submarines were never as good as us after all.

You glance at the nervously retreating submarine and then back at Bretagne. “Sister, why are you so hostile to her? She’s a submarine of all things, they’ve never been know to bear the brunt of tasks.”

Your sister sighs a long deep sigh and idly tracing her finger along the damaged edge of the table. “Dear Sister, I know you mean well, but this is not the navy.” she offers an inscrutable look at the nervous destroyer behind you, perhaps the first time since introduction that she’s acknowledged L’Audacieux. “The lapdogs who greeted you march across the parade ground to the fife and the drum, they play soldier, pretend to have ranks, purpose, and structure. They jump into the life and role of th long dead sailors that crewed them like a child trying on her father’s uniform.”

You sense L’Audacieux pushing herself out of line of sight. The submarine that guided you in finally slinks unsteadily out of the room, a faint limp still present

Your sister glances about the walls of her impromptu eating area as if lost in thought. “Here, we run things different. Not based on the aristocratic ranks and titles, but on strength and capabilities.” she slams her fist on the table with a savage grin as if to accentuate her point. “I treat her with hostility, not because I bear her ill will. She has her uses, but she needs to know that I will not tolerate failure amongst my lieutenants.”

>>3450644

You nod along with her comments. “That all sounds very machiavellian.”

Bretagne laughs and resumes idly tracing the edge of the table. “I suppose it is isn’t it? But you have to admit, position based on use and merit is preferable to what the lapdog’s use? Some inane title of seniority given by the human admiralty and based solely on when the abyss happened to spit you out?”

“So you gained all of these girl’s fealty based on being a battleship?”

“I gained it based on the strength and capability that being a battleship offered.” she corrects. “That and through culling the competition.” she remarks casually, before offering another of her inscrutable smiles to you “But our world is not without unconditional love Dear Sister, do not think because I have risen to the top through force that I forget our bonds of kinship and what that means.”

You nod and offer your best disarming smile.

Your sister smiles back and then appears to grow energized. “But. As I mentioned earlier. I have a proposition.” she recants with obvious excitement. “You’re eager to punish the British yes?”

You offer an expression intended to gode her into continuing.

“I am not the only Lady of the mediterranean.” she begins. “Fighting in the waters of Gibraltar, there is another. One who I would like to rid the world of. Perhaps a kingdom for you to inherit Dear Sister?” she offers a knowing grin. “Besides, the two of us have unfinished business with Lady Hood, wouldn't you agree?”

>agree
>disagree
>remain noncommittal
>ask further questions

>>3450649
>agree

>>3450649
>“I gained it based on the strength and capability that being a battleship offered.” she corrects. “That and through culling the competition.”
A number of battleships were sunk by torpedoes. She better not turn her back to Surcouf.

>>3450649

>remain noncommittal, but add the following: "Should I agree to your plan, a larger force may be needed, and there are many who remember Mers-el-Kebir and Dakar, perhaps I should speak with them privately to judge whether or not they too may wish vengeance on Lady Hood and the British?" As we say this, subtly signal L'Audacieux to get ready to trust us and get ready to break out.

>>3450711

Note, my plan is to get the fuck out of here alive, and then warn the rest of the fleet about this, using my above bluff to get Bretagne to allow us to leave while she thinks we are allies.

>>3450720
>“So you gained all of these girl’s fealty based on being a battleship?”
Bretagne may be quite the cordial host, but we need to lull her into complacency first.

>>3450748
Oops, did not mean to quote at random.

>>3450649
>agree
....there are ships I'd rather not see sailing these waters. Especially if they threaten France.
>ask further questions
>I take it Hood came back the same as you?
If Hood is an abyssal we have a duty to fight her regardless of whether we cling Bretagne. If anything it's a win/win.

>>3450720
I mean we could always use her help to kill Hood at least. Everyone at this meeting has a personal vendetta with her. And unless we have to go Abyssal to take her out I don't really see a downside.

>>3450649
>What does this plan entail Sister?
If she's just asking us to Kill Hood that's one thing. Probably good to ask her intentions long term tho.

>agree
>What does this plan entail Sister?
>I take it Hood came back the same as you?

Your expression darkens at the mention of Hood’s name. The unpleasant memories it drags up are nearly enough to make you miss the wry grin your sister offers in reaction to your anger. “I take it Hood came back the same as you than?”

Bretagne nods. “Apparently losing the only fair fight she ever got in took quite the toll on her. Yes Dear Sister she came back as I did. t is quite delicious to see the pride of Royal Navy trying to murder her kin.”

“Then why not just let her bleed the English dry?” You ask.

Your sister offers an annoyed expression, a slight anger toning her words. “Did you not hear my explanation earlier Dear Sister? Our world is governed by power and strength. Allowing her to bleed into the Mediterranean threatens my own reign here. Besides.” she adds, flashing you another wry smile. “We both know this is personal. While Churchill himself is long dead and buried being able to kill the flagship herself would be-” she pauses her sentences and sighs, propping her chin up with her wrist, savoring the thought. “Wonderful,” she finally finishes in a dreamy tone.

“I can’t deny that the idea of killing her has appeal.” you concede, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms. “What does the plan entail sister?”

She smiles broadly. “Excellent. Of anyone I could have called on I knew you would jump at the chance Dear Sister. Lady Hood fortifies herself deep in the Rock of Gibraltar.” she explains with a sneer, “Burrowing deep into the fortifications and rocks like a serpent. We have but two options. Siege her until desperation forces her out. A costly affair, but with the two of us and all I have at my disposal, our chances are good. Or-” she peeks around you slightly, glancing at the uncomfortable destroyer behind you with a foreboding expression. “We can draw her out, if we stage a battle at her doorstep she won’t refuse the insult.”

>refuse both plans
>offer a different plan
>ask for more detail
>agree to the siege
>agree to use L’Audacieux as bait
>volunteer to accompany or switch with L’Audacieux
>suggest or ask about other bait

>>3451506

>offer a different plan

"Dear sister, why waste our energy in drawing her out when I can just go back with "intelligence" about where Hood is hiding and thus get the traitorous British dogs to do our dirty work for us? That way they beat themselves to death and we sweep in and finish them off, preserving our strength and bringing glory back to France."

(We use this as an excuse to get the fuck outta here and go warn our allies about not just Bretagne, but Hood as well)

>>3451559
I do suggest that we add more to it so it looks at worst complicated since she's just getting annoyed at our statements.

>>3451506
>agree to the siege
This gives us more time to observe the Abyssals.

>>3451506
>offer a different plan
"I have a different plan. I will return and gather those ships I find that do not forget. With this flotilla I will head to Gibraltar and deal with Hood myself. If you and I openly cooperate we run the risk of exposure. I will return and tell them that I have sighted Hood at sea and we will chase her to Gibraltar. I will slay Hood for both of us"
This gives us both a chance to leave and get our head straight as well as work on our Rogue Fleet idea that some anons have been espousing. We can still do our duty and kill Hood without openly siding with anyone.

>>3451973
We cannot risk getting seen with Abyssal forces.
We will still be doing good.

>>3451973
This plan would also carry the righteous irony of a French fleet taking down one of the betrayers. Bretagne should appreciate the sentiment.

>>3451973
I like this plan, not only is it thought out, we can also make Bretagne think we're being a complete snob about the plan instead thinking that we're just spooked and trying to get the fuck out.

>>3452069
well that and we have a good excuse. Getting caught together by a scout plane or some shit would ruin both our plans. Bretagne should know that.

I've got a few conflicted votes and it appears this decision that's important. I'll wait until this evening to type out the next fluff piece for more voting time
.

>>3451506
Backing this >>3451973

>>3452569
>>3452069
>>3451973

A choice has been made. A write up shall follow

>>3452646
>offer a different plan
"I have a different plan. I will return and gather those ships I find that do not forget. With this flotilla I will head to Gibraltar and deal with Hood myself. If you and I openly cooperate we run the risk of exposure. I will return and tell them that I have sighted Hood at sea and we will chase her to Gibraltar. I will slay Hood for both of us"

You consider your sister’s words carefully. “Both are sound options,” you admit tactfully. “But neither are without flaws.”

She crosses her pale arms and offers a serious look. “As no plan ever is. But I think my sister, that you’re going to offer an alternate proposition?”

You nod. “I will return to the rest of the fleetgirls and scour the ranks of the Marine Nationale for those that recall the treachery of the English and the tragedies of Mers-El-Kébir and Dakar and gather a flotilla together. Once gathered, I will strike out with them and kill Hood for the both of us.”

Your sister pauses and offers an inscrutable expression, “you would take the revenge owed to us both all to yourself?” She quietly asks, before her resolve hardens. “But no. You will find no such flotilla. The lapdogs forget easily and their leashes are held tight in their servitude to the humans that threw them so quickly to the side.”

“I did not forget Bretagne.” you counter, “L’Audacieux did not forget, there are others.”

“The actions of a few do not prove the resolve of the many Dear Sister. I admire your confidence, but many lack the independence and drive that makes you strong.”

“Bretagne consider the advantage-” you begin

“No.” Your sister suddenly screams with a bright angry flash of her blue eyes, slamming her fist on the table and splitting the rotten wood in two, shrapnel careening across the floor. Behind you, you feel L’Audacieux recoil in fear. You yourself stand in reaction, your guns heavy on your back pointed directly at your sister. Stumbling back from her chair L’Audacieux’s own armaments swivel about to fire too.

Seeing you standing her expression softens from anger to a desperate longing fear, her arms drifting slack at her sides. “Please Dear Sister.” she quietly asks. “It’s been eight decades. You’ve been back scarcely an hour and already you talk of leaving me again.”

Your shoulders lighten as the guns disappear again as soon and as inexplicably as they came.

“It’s been so lonely Dear Sister. I-” she trails off, desperation in her eyes. “You can’t leave again.”

>Explain that the plan is for the best and it will need time to take effect, surely she understands that immediate action is important?
>agree to stay, she’s your sister and you can’t abandon her.
>suggest sending L’Audacieux out to gather ships while you stay here
>suggest something else.

>>3452779
>Explain that the plan is for the best and it will need time to take effect, surely she understands that immediate action is important?
>ask why she thinks we won't come back or stay in touch?

>>3452779
>>Explain that the plan is for the best and it will need time to take effect, surely she understands that immediate action is important?
(Gently)
"I need you to trust me Bretagne. If we are spotted together the others won't understand. Let us handle Hood for the good of France. I'll see you in my dreams. This wont be the last time we meet. That's a promise, Sister. But I need you to trust me with this."

>>3452779
>suggest sending L’Audacieux out to gather ships while you stay here
And volunteer for the coup de main. The quicker this is done, the better.

>>3452779
Changing this >>3452841 too >>3453350

>>3453350
Yeah that's not gonna end well. L'audacieux is gonna rat us out and call in the cavalry. I really don't think sending her alone is a good idea at all.

>>3452923
Yeah this sounds good

>>3452923
>>3453350

It looks like we've got another tie. Could I get a tiebreak vote? I'll pen everything up this evening.

>>3452923
I'll support this. Hopefully she can be convinced in this way.

>>Explain that the plan is for the best and it will need time to take effect, surely she understands that immediate action is important?

"I know you’ve been lonely Bretagne, but need you to trust me. If we are spotted together the others won't understand. Let us handle Hood for the good of France.

Bretagne’s desperation seems to peter slightly into resignation and she opens her mouth to reply but nothing seems to come out.

L’Audacieux gives a light tug on your sleeve, you glance back to the destroyer and she gives a desperate sideways look towards the exit.

Unfortunately, your sister notices as well. Bretagne’s vivid blue eyes adopt a fiery sheen. “You.” she accuses, her voice takes on a banshee wail, inhuman tones of anger reverberating about the walls of the carrier. “You have poisoned her. You seek to turn her against me. To guide the other lapdogs into my lair and destroy all I have sought to build.” Across your sister’s back with a groan of steel, jet black cannons begin to appear, their design unnervingly similar to the Abyssal escorts in their blend of organic and mechanical.

L’Audacieux takes an alarmed step back, but twists over her chair, falling in a panicking heap on the ground. In the entrance you spot the form of your submarine guide gurgling quietly, a bucket of rusted steel cans clutched in her hands.

You take a step between the two of them and your sister’s anger seems to break, her gaze softening at your expression and her turrets hanging limply like the heads of shamed dogs. “Sister-” she begins softly.

“I'll see you in my dreams.” You assuage “This won't be the last time we meet. That's a promise, Sister. But I need you to trust me with this."

“Trust,” she echoes, the words falling with a solemn reverberation, her voice taking an unnatural mournful quality. “I trusted once. Dear Sister, I don’t think I know how to anymore.” Her eyes flare up again and she addresses the submarine. “Seize the Destroyer and take her to the hold.”

“Yes Lady.” The girl affirms, taking a step towards the table.

“And leave the food here.” Your sister commands again, now offering her trademark inscrutable smile “My Dear Sister and I apparently have some topics to discuss over dinner.”

>fight your way out, it’s become apparent that Bretage is attached to you she (probably/maybe) will let you go
>bargain for L’Audacieux to remain with you, Bretagne (probably/maybe) won’t get angry over it
>take a seat and begin conversation
>other

>>3456877
>>bargain for L’Audacieux to remain with you, Bretagne (probably/maybe) won’t get angry over it
"Bretagne, do you not know who this is? L'audiceux was at Mers el kabir AND Dakar. Do you actually think she would sell you out to the British? She has as much reason to hate them as anyone. She's trustworthy."
--
This is technically true and trashing the British is always a good path with Bretagne(and us admittedly)

>>3456922
She's clearly an ill woman, but for the sake of sisterhood one last appeal.

>>3456877
first
>take a seat and begin conversation
then
>bargain for L’Audacieux to remain with you, Bretagne (probably/maybe) won’t get angry over it
Some indirection is appropriate here.

>>3457388
Well, if you need a tie-breaker, I say first post wins -- not me.

>>3459257
I can merge both into one. I'll have to do it after work though.

>bargain for L’Audacieux to remain with you, Bretagne (probably/maybe) won’t get angry over it
>take a seat and begin conversation

You return quietly to your seat, shooting your sister a distrustful glare. If your sister notices she chooses to ignore it. Instead letting out a contented sigh and relaxing her posture, returning a contented and affectionate look towards you.

L’Audacieux takes a step back, nervously shifting her gaze between the other three occupants in the room. The submarine approaches, setting the tray of rusted cans on the edge of the table in front of you.

“She remains here.” you instruct the submarine, intending your tone to leave no room for argument. The girl stops briefly, shooting a nervous look to Bretagne

Your sister laughs, the sound bordering on an amused cackle. “Just as bold as I remember Dear Sister.” she compliments before crossing her arms on the table and adopting a diplomatic tone Come “now, we’re not animals here- we won’t injure a guest.”

“Sister. L’Audacieux has done nothing wrong,” you explain. “She can stay with me.”

“Nothing wrong?!” your sister spits, her venom and gaze directed at the destroyer. “She and the rest of her ilk are the reason you intend to leave. If she and the others were so intent to resist the influence of the English, why are they so quick to whore themselves out and fight alongside those wretches?”

L’Audacieux shrivels slightly under her gaze.

The submarine makes a nervous gurgling breath before lunging slightly forward, causing the destroyer to jump slightly back. “Shall I take her to the others Lady?”

Your sister’s expression twitches slightly before relaxing and offering you a disarming gaze. “Dear Sister, you worry too much for the likes of her. Besides as I said sister- we would never injure a guest.” She pushes the tray towards you. “Now. As I said before. We have much to discuss.”

You refuse to take the cans of food, though your sister seems nonplussed by the action.

“As I said dear sister. We shall take Hood together, but out of siege or by luring her our is your own decision.”

>ask a question
>offer terms
>leave
>accept
>reject
>punch her
>punch the submarine