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“...Alright, Secretary Frumpy. We’ll be receiving a guest of honor from Pearl. I want you to be on your best behavior. Got it?” Enterprise spoke to Lexington. 

“I am not the one that needs to be on their best behavior. You’re supposed to be shining star of American prestige, yet all you do is sit around eating ice cream and picking fights with Ensigns.” Lexington dryly said. 

“H-Hey. Don’t imply I’m lazy! I do a lot of hard work. Like listening to the President complain that the war against the Abyss has been stalling for too long...A-And, having to put up with Iowa getting all up in my face with her weird retro-pin up girl get up. I’ve seen things that I never wanna see.” Enterprise protested. 

“You know that you could just ask her to wear a jacket, right? Sigh...You’re a blockhead. Anyways...as is custom, I’ll greet the guest, while you just sit here and look impressive with your hat and dress uniform. Please make sure not to get any ice cream all over it this time around....I do not like the laundress on the base.” Lexington said. 

With that she shut the door, her ghost-like robes flowing behind her. With her normal quick pace, Lexington soon came face to face to with the guest of honor, she was supposed to meet up with. It seemed that she was just as accustomed to these honorary meetings as Lex was. 

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Over the course of humanity’s unrelenting war against the Abyssal Fleet, the Abyssals had unleashed some truly terrifying creatures, whose mere presence was enough to send the meek fleeing for their lives. It could be said, without exaggeration, that many Abyssal ships were literally fear incarnate, nightmares born of despair dredged from the darkest, coldest depths of the ocean.

And then there was the giant nerd exploding out of the water several paces in front of a patrolling surface ship-girl, cackling like a lunatic and wearing a poorly constructed pirate hat made out of soggy cardboard.

“NYAHAHAHA! Tremble in fear, landlubber! Ye’ve been accosted by the Dread Pirate Ri, Scourge o’ Several Seas! Now, hand over yer sammiches and yer comic books, or face the watery embrace ‘o Davy Jones Locker!”

Rising from the water with much less dramatic emphasis was Chi, who was looking positively mortified at her sister’s ridiculous antics.

“I am so, so, so sorry about this. She... she was up all night watching old pirate movies. I’m sorry.”

“Blast it all, Mister Chi! If ya want t’be me first mate, ya gotsa use proper pirate talk! Yeeeaaargh!”

“Hrm...I wish they kept torpedoes the same...” Sealion sighed looking at both the Navy Petty Officers Manual, and the Torpedomans Mate Manual. Right now he was amidst studying for his first promotional exam. “So boring! Argh and they make this so confusing...” He laid his head on the desk and groaned. Slowly he got up and took the books out of the school building.