Author's Note

Started writing an actual fic with this plot bunny, so I wanted to flesh it out some more.

Also misjudged just how big the Gearings were, I'm so used to world war destroyers being smaller than Fletchers I just never looked at their sizes.

Goddess's of the Sea - Edited

Cobble Hill, New York City.

UNDF Press conference, twenty-six days after the Battle of New York.

A news helicopter hovered over the bay, its camera panning over the smoldering city, smoke still rose from the islands as the Hudson and bay were filled with floating debris. The city was devastated, but still its people persevered, unwilling to die so easily to this new threat. The scene changed to a camera on the ground overlooking the bay, the devastated skyline in the distance, and sitting almost centre stage was the beached wreck of the mighty battleship Dreadnought, who had been forced aground in the Battle of New York, her guns pointing out to sea, still ready to fight another battle.

The camera swung around to focus on the built up stage, as a UNDF officer stepped towards the podium. “This is Captain Sunset Shimmer of the United Nations Defense Force. Today, is a day that will go down in history, the day we took the fight to them. The day we take back our waters, the day we kick their asses off our planet.” She called from the podium, to the cheers of the crowd.

“You may have heard rumors about spirits, and ship-girls floating around. Well, I am here to confirm these rumors, and, to top it off, introduce you to some of our very own.” The mass of people stood in silence, hanging off everything she said. Sunset waved her arm to her left. “She has served almost forty years in the US Navy, ‘bout twenty with the Koreans, and another twenty with us. She has served through two major wars, from the Pacific to Vietnam, even earned a battle star with the yanks.

Her class was the last to be built to torpedo other ships, she’s seen the dawn of the jet fighter, to putting a man on the moon, to even seeing her sisters used in our games. Let me introduce you toooo, The United Nations Naval Vessel, Gearing.” The curtain behind her was thrown open with great flourish, as a hearty feminine chuckle echoed throughout the building.

“Usually, the good Lord works in mysterious ways. But not today! This here is thirty-five hundred tons of straight-up, HE-spewing, dee-vine intervention! If god is love, then you can call me ‘cupid’!” Out of the shadows stepped a rather small girl, if it weren’t for the guns hanging off her dress whites, and what looked like a rocket launcher on her back, they’d think she just left high school. Bracketing her were three slightly smaller girls, similar guns hung off them as well as what looked like torpedoes. “We are green and very, very mean!” She declared, the trio behind her shouting an affirmative ‘Oorah’.

“Gearing and her three Fletchers, the Come and Get It, Light in the Black, and Say Uncle, are the first of our Navy to return, and they shall spearhead our advance to reclaim our planet. More shall come to our aid in time, but for now they, and any that other nations have summoned, shall be our stalwart defenders of the seas.

Now are there any questions for the girls?” Sunset asked the crowd as she handed the stage to Gearing, who picked one of the reporters at random.

‘What are you?’

“I am the last Gearing class afloat. I may not be the fir- biggest ship around, but I'll fight like the Sammy B. Next.”

‘What do you think of the world now?’

“Ya do realize I only sank like three weeks ago, right. World ain’t that different. Hell, I only sank, like, half a kilometre from here. Next.”

‘Why do you look so different from the other three?’

“A. I’m a Gearing, They’re Fletchers. B. They’re conventional destroyers, I’m a missile destroyer. Next.”

‘What are your plans for the Abyssal threat?’

“I’m going to make them regret being alien bastards, regret coming to Earth, and most certainly regret that the ‘Corp just blew up their raggedy ass fleet!” ‘Oorah!’ “My plans to do it? Eh, figured I’d shoot my way out, mix it up a bit. Next.” Silence. “What? I’m a destroyer. Next!”

'Why do you have your name but the others don't?'

At this Gearing paused, debating if she wanted to answer or not, after a terse few seconds she spoke. "The Fletchers and I carry the names we were given entering UNDF service, we care little who we once were, or who we were built as; though others may not see it as we do, and some ships we summon may wish to use their original name. The four of us have carried many different names over our tours, I myself am on my third. I may not be the first of my class, not even the first thirty, but I wear my sister's name with pride. Next!"

‘What does the UNDF plan to do about the Abyssal fleets gathering in the Atlantic?’ Complete silence followed this last question as Sunset grabbed the microphone from her hand.

“First, I’m going to have to ask you where you heard about that. Secondly, we are no-” Gearing butt in, stealing the mic again.

“Reports state they found something out there, we aren’t sure what, but they really want it. Well I don’t care if it’s God’s own anti-sonova-bitch machine, or a giant hula-hoop, we ain’t letting ‘em have it! What we will let them have is a belly fulla lead, and a pool of their own blood to drown in! Am I right?” She declared triumphantly to the crowd, her brackets giving another loud ‘Oorah!’ as they stomped their feet, cracking the stage’s boards. “Damn right I am. Heh, heh.

Now, enough questions. We got demons to put the fear of me into.” ‘Oorah!’ “We will be linking up with the German and British ship-girls, with cover from our surviving ships, and mount an assault on those fuckers.” With that she, and her three followers, marched back into the curtain, disappearing from sight.