The bow of the Missouri slammed through another wave of the Pacific, the water below doing nothing to slow the American Battleship's pace. She had a schedule to keep and places to be and a little bit of water wasn't about to change that.

Streaming through the water and across the ocean, the Missouri was making pace as of setting off from Pearl the day prior. And with her?

Diagonally, to her left, she had the U.S.S. Stout and the Mitscher. To her right, she had the Mahan and the Mcfaul. The four destroyers made up her escorts. But of course, trailing behind the Missouri, defended by the four destroyers, was the fleet of 41 that had been tasked with making sure the their charges reached Japan. And so far, it was going alright. None of their scouts had spotted any Abyssals, drones or otherwise. And the five ship's radars, specially refitted for this mission, had been alerted to nothing so far.

"Well, so much for an exciting adventure." Maryland huffed. This in turn prompted at least fifteen different glares, Mutsu and Yamato included, as they looked to the American Battleship.

"That sounds strangely alike what you said on our way to Pearl before absolutely everything went to hell." Oklahoma muttered darkly. Maryland only rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell me you believe in all of that supernatural BS." The Colorado Class huffed, dismissing the Nevada class with a wave of the hand. Oklahoma only sighed in annoyance.

"Since we classify In the same group of said Supernatural BS as you so eloquently put it, yes, I am more than inclined to agree with the idea that jinxing one's goals is indeed possible." She huffed. Maryland only rolled her eyes as she looked up to focus on the returning patrol of Zeroes, being swapped out with a new patrol of Hellcats from Midway, the carrier making sure their take off wouldn't crash them into the Missouri.

Meanwhile, on board the Missouri, on her bridge, her Captain stood ready, watching the Horizon for any potential threats.

"Nothing on radar?" Captain Lindsey Gailer asked, looking to the sailor manning the radar.

"No Captain." Came the response. "The only other presence on radar besides us are the Ship Girls behind us. And their occasional new Patrol." He said, looking to her. Gailer nodded as she kept her gaze on the Horizon. As she did so, she looked back to the sky, the clouds fixing to be overhead not helping her nerves in the slightest.

"There any reports for bad weather coming today?" She asked. Another answer later, she was shaking her head. There was supposed to be clear skies for the day. Not what ever she was looking at right now. "Can we contact one of the Carrier's and get them to send a patrol wing forward?" She asked. The sailor manning one of the Radios nodded, looking to the Captain.

"Yes Ma'am. Which carrier would you like to contact?" She asked, looking to the Captain. Sighing, Gailer looked over the list of the Escorts, shaking her head in mild amusement at the sight. "Ma'am? There something wrong?" The sailor asked. Gailer nodded.

"Yeah, there is. This list would've made the Navies of 80 years ago do a serious double take. I mean... Arizona and Shokaku? Zuikaku and Midway? Oh, let's not even touch the subject of Yamato and Musashi escorting The Missouri. This list would've been casted out as ridicule back then. But today, they're our best bet of winning this war..." she sighed. "What has this world come to?" She asked, shaking her head. The sailor only chuckled.

"It's the Age of the Gun again. That's why we have the Missouri under our feet and not some Aegis Destroyer. The Abyssals fear solid lead flying at them from miles away, not missiles that they can pluck out of the air. It's why the list in front of you has the names that it does. It's because they're the most needed." He said, not looking up from the radar. The man running the radios nodded at that, eliciting only a dry laugh from Gailer.

"I guess so..." she said. The Sailor in charge of the Radio nodded.

"So, your choice Captain?" He asked. Gailer nodded, taking another look down at the list before making a decision.

"Can we get a hold of Zuihou?" She asked. The Radio man nodded, looking down at the list of Radio codes provided to him by one of the Fairy crews of the Fleet. After a few moments, getting things put where they need to be, he began to contact the Ship Girl requested.

"JDS Zuihou, you copy?" He asked.

Zuihou blinked, receiving the message loud and clear before nodding. "I copy Missouri. What's up?" She asked, looking at the battleship in front of the fleet.

"Captain Gailer would like a patrol flight to the North-West to cover all bases and she requested it of you. Can you come through on it?" Came the question. Zuihou nodded.

"Will do. JDS Zuihou out." She said before signing off. Blinking, she pulled off from the main fleet to a spot where she could see past the Missouri, fixing her position as she grabbed for one of her arrows.

"Zuihou?" Shouhou asked, looking to her sister, suddenly caught off guard as her sister had pulled to the side. But one realizing what she was in the middle of doing, she stopped the words as she waited for Zuihou to finish.

Nodding at the silence, Zuihou took a deep breath. Nocking the arrow, she drew back the bow as she waited for the perfect moment.

And as she did so, she released the arrow, sending the Zero arrow flying. And just as the arrow had shot past the bow of the Missouri, just as she was cresting a wave, the arrow split, out coming the six Zero fighters as they picked up their pace and ascended into the sky.

Watching them go, Zuihou began to fall back into her original position, where an onslaught of questions was waiting from her fleet.

"Zuihou? What was that about?" Shouhou asked, looking to her sister. Zuihou shook her head.

"I don't know. Captain Gailer wanted a patrol that way and now that I think about it, we don't have any active patrols in that direction. But as to why she requested me specifically instead of a fleet carrier like Franklin of Shokaku, I couldn't say." She said. Cabot shrugged.

"Well, if what Hayfield said was true, and Abyssals are moving from the other territories to the Pacific, we have a serious problem. And every fighter is going to be used." She said. Zuihou nodded at that before frowning, going back to her position as she looked past the Missouri.

"Zuihou?" Shouhou asked again. The light carrier shook her head.

"I don't like this. There's a seriously heavy fogbank up ahead and it's not just light fog. My patrol can barely see each other, let alone what's on the water." She said. Shouhou nodded.

"Report it to Arizona and Nagato. They'll make the proper decisions to deal with this." She suggested. Zuihou nodded at that, slowing her speed as she dropped back to where the battleships were lingering in one well armored group, bringing up the rear of the fleet. Noticing the light carrier heading their way, Mutsu and Oklahoma looked to the girl.

"Zuihou?" Oklahoma asked. The girl nodded as she settled into a pace with the battleships, looking to Arizona.

"We're heading into a fogbank that my patrol cant see an inch through. There's no telling what's going to happen, let alone what's on the water should there be anything. If we're sailing right into the Abyssal's grasp, air patrols aren't going to be any help in trying to figure it out." She said. Arizona sighed.

"And we don't have any Subs... I want eyes at the front of the Missouri. And have more planes on standby ready to engage should there be Abyssals within that fog. Prepare the forces for engagement. I've got to talk to Gailer." She said. The battleships around her nodded, splitting off to get the fleet ready as Arizona contacted the bridge.

"Captain Gailer? This is Arizona. Do you copy?" She asked. A few seconds later, the Captain's voice sounded out over her Radio.

"This is Captain Gailer, Arizona. Is there a situation?" She asked. Arizona nodded.

"There's a fog bank up ahead. We can't see anything from above and we don't have the subs to send it. We're assuming it's the worst case scenario and that we're about to butt heads with Abyssals. I don't mean to tell you how to run Missouri, but getting people in place might not be a bad idea." She said. Gailer thought about it a moment before nodding.

"Sounds advisable. Consider it done. Missouri out." Gailer said before ending the call. Soon enough, they were rewarded with a response as Alarms began to blare aboard the Missouri, alerting her crew to get to their stations. Not even 45 seconds after the first alarm had gone off, alarms aboard the four Arleigh-Burke destroyers began to do the same, signaling to their crews that hell was incoming and it was going to rain. The Missouri slowed her pace as the four destroyers sped up, now sailing in a one row line, the five ready to tackle anything.

At this, the fleet made their own moves as the Battleships began to move up excluding Yamato and Musashi, who were staying behind with the carrier's.

After the battleships, the cruiser's and destroyers followed, creating pockets of armed resistance among the five Navy Ships as Fighter wings soared overhead, preparing to engage as they saw fit.

Notably, Arizona's group consisted of Bristol, Ellyson, the Akatsuki sisters, and Tatsuta.

Sailing near the bow of the Missouri, the eight Ship Girls had a perfect view of what was ahead and coming at them. And with other similar groups lined along the Missouri, weapons at the ready, it was needless to say that nerves were at their peak all around.

As they waited for their presumable enemies to make the first move, something peculiar began to happen. As the clouds overhead seemed to brace to make everything sixteen times worse, it began to do the least expected.

It began to snow.

"Snow...? It's snow..." Hibiki said in her usual quiet reserved tone. This in turn caused her group to look to the sky, only to confirm what the destroyer had proclaimed. And as the various Ship Girls were busy watching the white flakes fall from the sky?

The fog began to recede.

"Full Stop." Captain Gailer suddenly ordered. A few seconds later, the ship's speed began to slow as did the four destroyers. And with it, the Ship Girl fleet as they waited for what they presumed they knew to rear it's ugly head.

That's when the first silhouettes began to emerge, the signs of Abyssal destroyers settling In the water as if they knew that they had been discovered. But, what the fleet had been expecting as a small encounter, was quickly being turned on it's head. And this was happening because where the fleet had expected twenty destroyers for the fleet at most, there were easily already more than sixty emerging from the fog.

And that said nothing as the fog continued to roll back, the light cruiser's began to make  their appearance. And the heavy cruiser's. And the battleships. Quickly, their numbers were well over 150 and counting. But, as if it wasn't bad enough, it got worse.

As the fog continued to roll back, the first Princess appeared. The very same that had harassed the fleet on their way to Pearl, it would seem she had come back for more. But this time, she wasn't the only Princess in attendance. A total of seven sat on the water, willing the fleet to make a move.

But apparently, the Abyssals had brought new contenders this day. Situated between each two Princess's was a new class of Abyssal never before seen. Standing simply on the water, the armor they adorned was like nothing the fleet had ever seen.

Standing at the ready, as what looked like a final sign of defense, they seemed more than able to do serious damage should they've wished to.

But that's when they showed up.

In front of the lines and rows of destroyers, two lone figures rose from the depths, now standing on the water with a careful and graceful stance. The one on the left wielded an axe at least twice her height. And the one to the right wielded what looked like two halberds, all three weapons having the usual abyssal decorations on them. The two seemed far too calm for the current situation and only seemed to stand in defiance of the allied fleet that stood before them. It was clear.

The Abyssals were tired. They wanted the Ship Girls gone now.

And that now was today.

"Well this just got a whole lot more interesting..." Gailer sighed, looking out over the massive fleet from the bridge.

"Someone remind me to kick Mary's rear in next time I have a chance." Arizona sighed as she looked at the waiting fleet. Some of the destroyers with her giggled at that as she felt a tug on her skirt. Looking down, she found Inazuma somewhat hiding behind the Battleship as she looked up to Arizona.

"We're going to be alright, right nanodesu?" She asked, peering up at the battleship. Arizona nodded, patting the destroyer on the head gently as she kept her eyes peeled to the horizon, focusing on the fleet that now barred their way to Yokosuka. The battleship expected the legions of drones to arrive soon enough, from some off based Carrier fleet to begin this show down.

But, before things would could really get rolling, it seemed that someone else had other ideas.

"This is Midway. Be advised, we have a fog rolling in from the South-East. Caution be advised, no visibility into it is available." The Carrier sounded over the radio. Causing heads to pivot, Arizona looked back to their rear flank. And sure enough, as if it were a thunderstorm rolling across a pure blue sky, the fog was coming fast. And it was coming heavy.

Biting her lip a moment, Arizona prepared to give an order when the four Arleigh-Burke class destroyer's engines revved to life again, putting on full speed as they began to pivot, coming about to face the new fog bank approaching them, ready to defend the Missouri with everything they had. Nodding, Arizona spoke to her own fleet.

"Close in on the Missouri and form a border. Keep a hand on her at all times. At this point, we're stuck so let's see what today's hand of cards has in full." She ordered. She got responses as the fleet began to do just what she had said, the 41 now outlining the ship as all eyes were on the fog approaching them.

Soon enough, it was upon them. Keeping an eye on the Abyssal fleet, who also seemed to be watching the fog, the Mahan and the Stout were swallowed first, the bows being enveloped quickly. And then eventually, the entire ships as the fog began to consume the next set.

Eventually, only the Missouri and the fleet remained free. But not for long, as the fog began to lick at the ship's stern before overcoming the vessel. And one by one, her groups of defenders.

To say the nerves were sky high was an understatement. Arizona couldn't shake the feeling that something was preparing to go wrong. That something unexpected was about to come from the Abyss and make something turn on it's head.

Soon enough, the fog rolled over Missouri's bow, shielding the view of the Abyssal fleet from the fleet. And as if on cue, the snow started to fall ever so slightly harder than it was already. Finding her vision shortened so much that she could barely see all the members of her small task force, Arizona shook her head in annoyance.

"Everyone report in. Find a partner and stick with them." She said before a new noise began to occur. Sounding of old metal preparing to break under the pressure, it sounded across the water and only seemed to get louder as it bounced off of the Missouri, reverberating as it bounced back.

Watching off the side of the Missouri, nothing could be seen. But since Arizona could barely see two feet in front of her face, that wasn't saying much.

As they continued to wait and see what would happen, Atlanta sounded over the radio.

"Do we have any idea what this is?" She said, halting her speak only long enough for another groan of metal to sound through the air. "And what the hell is that noise?" She demanded.

"Couldn't tell you, Atlanta." Maryland replied. "We're watching the rear back here but there's nothing to see. Hell, Shimakaze is right next to me and I can barely see her." She sighed. Arizona nodded at that, preparing to say something else before another strange noise began to fill the air.

What sounded like screams, plenty of them to be sure, began to slice through the fog, drifting over the fleet in a sort of rhythmic hell, only adding to the chill in much more ominous way. Feeling another tug on her skirt, Arizona found Inazuma only watching the nearby space. Keeping her hand on the destroyer's head, Arizona looked back to the side as she waited for whatever was coming to show itself. Willed itself to.

That's when another noise sounded, their vision still being blocked by the fog. Sounding as if something was speeding through the air at high speeds, Arizona could barely make out a blur. Then another. Then another. Then so many more. She couldn't make out the shape nor their purpose.

But before Arizona could contemplate what they could have been, the sound of distant gunfire began to occur, soon followed by the sound of incoming shells.

"BRACE!" Arizona shouted, ducking her head as she waited for the shells to come. And when shells began to fall among the water near her and her task force, they realized just how at a disadvantage they were.

But just as Arizona began to run through her options of how to get the fleet to a decent position, a much louder volley of shells returned fire, these obviously heading away from them based on the sound. That, based with the fact that Arizona could just barely make out flashes of light in front of her and fleet, flashes of light corresponding with each shell presumably fired. That, with the gunfire erupting overhead, signaling the event of a dogfight, something told Arizona that they had new allies.

"I'm going to scout ahead..." Arizona said after a moment. Tatsuta looked to the battleship with a brow arched as the six destroyers looked at her as if she had just lost her head. Chuckling, Arizona put up a careful hand.

"It'll be alright, I promise." She said before facing forward, taking her hand off of Missouri as she began to crank her engines to a quarter, creeping forward ever so slowly, so as not to crash into whatever was positioned in front of them.

Receiving the alert that she had lost visibility of the Missouri and her group, Arizona could feel her fairy crew go on high alert as she could make out the sounds of some of them yelling at her to turn back. Shaking her head at the response, the battleship continued to make her way, towards the occasionally reoccurring  flashes of light in the distance.

And as she drew closer, she could begin to make out some forms. Her first thought was that some of their battleships had made their way forward and were foreign blindly, hoping to score a hit without the Risk of being struck themselves. She could see Maryland and Mutsu pulling off such an action.

But as she drew closer, she quickly tossed the idea away as one of the figures became more clear to her vision. And far larger than she had thought. And it only continued to grow worse by the second, more forms appearing as Arizona drew closer.

Eventually, Arizona could make out the full extent of the first form. Dressed in what looked like a white jacket, that wasn't what had Arizona worried. It was the tail attached  to the form, the white armor only serving to confirm Arizona's fears as the tail fired off another salvo towards the approaching Abyssal fleet.

"Oh hell...." Arizona said, letting the breath that she been holding in out. In doing so however, she made her presence known, drawing the attention of the now confirmed Re-Class.

Almost mechanically, the Re turned her head ever so slowly to look at Arizona, the neon red haze burning among her eyes like a death sign. Arizona's breath hitched in her throat, her guns already in a panic rotation to line up for a shot as the Re's tail began to be readjusted as well, coming to line up with the American battleship, preparing to fire.

Or so Arizona thought.

Before Arizona could react, the Re's tail flicked upwards, pointing towards the sky. And just in time too, as a shell from the Approaching Abyssals tore through the fog, originally on course for Arizona. But now found itself bouncing off of the Re's tail, splashing harmlessly into the water below their feet.

Watching Arizona for a moment, the Re simply turned back to the front, sailing forwards into the fog, vanishing from sight as more flashes of light appeared to Arizona through the fog. But needing no more convincing, Arizona didn't pursue. But as she fixed to turn back to her fleet, a voice came over the radio.

"This is Captain Adam Gussen of the USS Mahan. Be advised, the fog is clearing and visibility will back to full in a few moments." He said. Arizona nodded. And as if on cue, the first reports came from the carrier's.

"We've got Wo's around us." Franklin reported. "They're making no moves to engage us but Yamato and Musashi are more than ready to blow them apart." The carrier said. Arizona nodded as she responded to the concern, using a fleet wide response.

"Fleet be advised. I think we're in the company of the Abyssals responsible for the fighter support on our way to Hawaii. Keep on guard but keep the weapons focused on the Abyssals forward fleet." She replied. The immediate response came from Gailer.

"Are you telling me that you want to forsake a group of Abyssals just to fire at another set when we could easily take care of both?" She demanded. Arizona shook her head.

"Look, Captain. Something tells me that these new Abyssals are going to have us at a disadvantage when the fog clears. Let's see how this goes.." she said before turning down the radio, falling back towards the Missouri as she found the end of the fog. And sat. And watched as the fog cleared out.

Where it had been previously the Missouri was the front line of defense, the same could not be said anymore.

Now, the frontline of defense consisted of a different Abyssal fleet. The Snow Fleet, in all of their might, had assembled battle lines in front of the fleet. Destroyers, Cruisers, battleships. Even a couple of Princess's thrown in and scattered around. And as the two Abyssal fleets traded shells and the dogfights overhead raged on, one consecutive thought passed through the minds of those watching the two fleets of the same species rage against each other.

What was happening?

What was going on?

Why were they fighting each other?

But as the question was pondered further, something caught the eye of Nagato off the port side of Missouri.

What looked to be a mast tower of some sort began to surface from the water. At first glance, the battleship thought it was some sort of sub surfacing from the depths. Perhaps some sort of silent support that had been sent in after the Missouri. Perhaps for a situation just like this.

But as she and now a few others watched the mast continue to raise from the depths, her eyes began to widen by fractions with each foot the mysterious object rising to the surface, water flowing off of the deck as it steadied itself.

Nagato knew the shape. She knew the sight.

She knew what she was looking at without hesitation.

She knew it.

She had lived it.

It was her.

Now sitting upon the water was Nagato's previous form, her hull once again sailing the Pacific. Her guns sat ready and her armor stood in defiance.

"Nagato-nee....." Mutsu breathed after a moment. Nagato only nodded slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from the Ship she now found herself faced with.

Instead of the paint job she had known in a previous life, the paint job on this ship was predominantly white and red, the hull being white as red lines seemed to streak along the length of the Ship.

Along the bow, the standard Abyssal Teeth exterior was present, providing more drag through the water. As they reached the top of the bow, they continued down the length of the ship on the sides of the deck, before rounding the side of the stern.

The bow wasn't the only piece to had an added bite to it. The guns, clearly seen on the forward barbettes, were also taken by them. The barrels of the four sixteen inch guns had the same additions, spiking off towards the rear as they began to elevate, the guns rotating as they presumably lined up with the Abyssal's ahead.

But that was no the most disturbing. The most disturbing addition was the figure standing on top of the second turret, presumably in control of the Ship.

It was Nagato.

But it wasn't.

An exact copy of Nagato, a clone by any other name, stood on top of the second turret. Arms crossed against her chest, she stood in defiance. Dressed identically to Nagato, the one defining deference was the lack of color the supposed clone sported. Scaled down to a simple black and white, the Abyssal Controller paid her Ship Girl counterpart no mind as she kept her gaze locked on the distant fleet.

Missouri had something to say about that.

Most of the Ship Girl's were snapped out of their stupor as the noise of the Missouri's forward guns began to rotate, coming to set their sights on the Nagato. If the Controller noticed the threat preparing to come upon her vessel, she didn't care, not bothering to look away from the Abyssals as the forward guns fired, sending four full sized sixteen inch shells towards the fleet, nearly deafening half of the fleet on that side of the Missouri.

"Gailer! Hold fire!" Arizona yelled over the Raido. The Captain only shook her head in amusement as she replied.

"You don't seem to understand something, Arizona. We don't win this war by sitting by and seeing what our enemy does first. We don't sit by and let our enemies do whatever the hell they want to. We win this thing by sinking everything thrown at us. And right now, that ship qualifies." She said before the Radio went silent.

Captain Gailer shook her head. She had been fighting this war a lot longer than the Ship Girls had. They weren't used to the kind of fighting that had taken over since their sinkings or decommissionings. And she wouldn't let their word get in the way do what had to be done.

Watching the turrets make their rotation, she listened to her crew make their final adjustments to fire at the Nagato sitting to the side of them, at what would be considered point blank range.

But as she watched the turrets enter the final seconds of their rotation, the barrels began to elevate far to high to strike the Nagato sitting across from them. Muttering to herself, Gailer demanded an explanation.

"Captain, the crew is reporting problems with the gun controls. They can't get the barrel suppression to kick in and the turrets are in an stuck rotation." The sailor said, relaying what was being reported. But before  she could issue another order, the ship suddenly jerked forward. Listening to the hum, she knew what it was.

"Who engaged the engines?" Gailer demanded as she watched the ship gently began to backup, away from the ensuing battle. But once again, the reports were confusing.

"The Engine crews are reporting that they don't have any control. The engines kicked into reverse and they can't get us out of it." The sailor said. Gailer cursed under her breath as she watched the turrets hit the maximum availability for their rotation before they stopped, the guns still at maximum elevation.

Watching, confused as the Missouri began to sail backwards, Arizona shook her head.

There were far more important things to attend to rather than whatever the crew was up to. But at least someone had wised up and put a stop to opening fire on the Nagato. Which was good, because company was fixing to grow.

Five more masts began to surface, soon giving sight to their own ships, now training their weapons on the distant Abyssals, further adding to the confusion.

From left to right, the line of ships went the ANV Atago, ANV Kongou, ANV Nagato, U.S.S. Missouri, ANV Mutsu, ANV Haruna, and the ANV Takao. And with them, their own specific clones of the Namesake Ship girls.

The fleet watching in confusion, and some in anger at the Snow Fleet's apparent... collections, Arizona prepared to contact Gailer again. But before she could, movement on the bow of the ANV Nagato caught her attention.

What looked like five various Abyssals running along the deck, up to the bow, and then off of said bow, some doing flips as they landed on the water. Producing weapons from who knows where, the armored five made headway towards the left flank of the enemy Abyssal fleet.

This warranted the two weaponized the Abyssals in front of the fleet to move for the five, the one wielding the battleaxe going faster than the other to get to the five. Arizona watched as the five continued on. Or four, as one changed course. Armed with what looked to be two gleaming and sharp blades, the one split off as she made her way straight for the one with the axe as the other four made their way, soon tearing into the fleet, kicking a hole in the lines of destroyers and cruiser's.

"Laptev, you annoying pest. Serving that wench Arctic so blindly?" Pacific seethed as she swung her weapon at the Empress. Laptev merely rolled her eyes as she countered the swing before sliding by Pacific, making sure to keep an eye on Southern as well.

"Looks like someone has their panties in a wad. What's wrong? Atlantic kick you to the curb? Or is she in bed with Indian too? I don't see her here after all." She chuckled. Pacific only screamed in rage as she made another swing for the Empress, intent on decapitating her. Once again however, Laptev countered without concern as she no longer bothered with Pacific, going to tear into the fleet alongside the other four Arctic Empress's. Pacific prepared to engage when Southern stopped her.

"Easy Pacific. Let her go. We have... bigger fish to fry..." she said as the snow fall began to pick up drastically. Realizing what Southern meant, Pacific nodded. They were about to have company of the Queenly kind.