When Wo-E6: "Caisson" Comes A'callin'....

Author's Note-this is a recursive story from the Kancolle Fanfiction by PyrrhicSteel: "All Wo-rk and No Play: An Abyssal's Trials in the Job Market"

In Japan

It was a warm and sunny day in Japan, and until now things had been looking up with her training the other Japanese Carriers despite some issues early on with her having to keep secrets.

Then this!

"Mother," the voice on the other side said after a moment of silence. "I . . .we'll talk again soon. I need to go before they trace this call but we WILL talk again!"

The line went dead, leaving Saratoga staring at the government-issued smartphone in her hands, pale as a sheet from shock and confusion.

"How in the . . .Hell did she manage to track me down and call me?" she whispers to herself, her questions and feelings chasing each other in a chaotic jumble. "HOW?!"

This should NOT be possible. It shouldn't be POSSIBLE! HOW?! Since WHEN does an Abyssal know how to use a cellphone? Saratoga had to take classes to get up to speed with modern technology that had come about since her time as a steel hull, for God's sake!!

"So, did your caller . . .What's wrong?" Shimikaze the Destroyer--standing in for Houshou today while she was on a much-deserved break/date--asked, coming into Saratoga's quarters after having transferred an Essex's call to Saratoga's number. It wasn't a ship she had ever heard of before, but she'd put it down as one of the Essex ships who'd never been fully completed before being scrapped by the War's end. Saratoga was a Lexington class aircraft carrier, but it was heartwarming that "cousins" from the Essexes would call a family member like that!!

Said she wanted to talk with Saratoga to "catch up" and such, and it sounded legit to her. Like how else would anyone know about Saratoga being here? Oh, the caller had been speaking English but . . .it seemed okay in as far as the Destroyer had been concerned.

Houshou would have asked more questions and been warier of callers out of the blue. Shimikaze was just a little too trusting (today), it was now apparent by the way Saratoga was looking now obviously.

"That was my daughter Trinitite ," she answers before standing suddenly and rushing past the Destroyer to speak with the superiors here in Japan in the know about the wayward Wo. THIS was the kind of thing that they'd need to know ASAP.

Of course, our Destroyer is left wondering about things. Like she'd never heard of an Essex aircraft carrier by that name. And Saratoga--a Lexington class aircraft carrier--adopted an Essex?! Then again there had been those ships who'd never been fully completed. All sorts of Odd business, that! But still.... What an odd name.

Then, worrying about her wayward Wo daughter and wanting (almost despite herself) to speak to her misplaced daughter passed by the local Summoning Pools to take a shortcut...

And two very confused summoned Kanmusu aircraft carriers --with a Wo-class twist in their rigging,--suddenly make the scene calling themselves Hypnocenter and Firestorm causes ALL Sorts of headaches for EVERYONE soon enough.

But that is another story for another time!!

In America, Washington State, Seattle region...

Trinitite stared down at her "burner" cellphone, thinking about a stuttered out statement her mother had said near the end there before the Wo had cut things short.

She would have to thank her co-workers sometime in the future for the idea of getting this thing. Originally she'd visited Walmart and seen several "pay as you go" cellphones and had asked her associates about them, wanting to know which one to get. The concept of "Burner phones" came up in passing, and she'd discovered in passing how criminals used cheap "pay as you go" cellphones for limited use to dispose of soon after to avoid being tracked down by authorities. That had given her ideas.

That and having somehow stumbled across a posting by a Kanmusu from the Kanmusu Naval Base in Tokyo had hatched this perhaps mad, ill-advised plan.

...

Well, at least her mother had actually REMEMBERED her, thank the Deep! But when she'd stuttered a question to why serve the Fire Bringers? After all, they had betrayed her . . . right? With the atomic bomb testing with "Operation Crossroads?"

The humans? They'd not known about . . .ship spirits. About Abyssals. Nothing until she and the other Abyssal Princesses had returned to seek vengeance/justice (and the Kanmusu to defend humans) decades later...

The carriers and other warships had been nothing more than tools in their eyes. TOOLS and not something more with souls. Like her tools back at work. Like the cellphone in her hands.

"If you actually have some kind of spirit then I apologize for what I'm about to do," Trin muttered to the cellphone. "But I need the resources and I do NOT want the Navy to track that call back to me!"

Opening her mouth, she began to consume the cellphone and gagging a bit on the plastic. While not as useful as the steel, copper, and other sundry materials within it had come to light that "plastic" could be useful in some parts of reconstituting her equipment that had been destroyed before landing ashore.

It just didn't taste very good, still.

And IF her cellphone should return as some kind of Abyssal for revenge? Well, hiding as a human or no? She'd summon her rigging and blast it back to the Deep from which it came!

1. She'd not need something like THAT, thank you!!

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