LSC (Blue Squadron)

==Description==
A Omake style short story based on the Blue Squadron (Battletech x KanColle(ish) crossover) mainstory. It is a Apocrypha story, which is non-canon (didn't happen). A silly story.
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===Story===
Jump Point - Unspecified System, Deep Periphery
"Ahhh" FSS Brest stretched with a groan. "I can't wait to be back home."
 
"Same. I'm getting really tired." DCS Amber Lotus replied, a hand raised to cover a yawn.
 
"Yup. It's been too long since i got to read something." Brest agreed while stretching her back again. She could keenly feel the weight of the book she had started before this sortie in her cargo bay, and barely resisted reaching for it.
 
"Patience." CSV Swift Justice mock-scolded.
 
"We've earned a bit of downtime, i think?" THS La Plata directed a questioning glance at their flagship.
 
"Yes we have." Swift confirmed, a small smile on the grey-haired woman's lips.
 
"There you go." La Plata turned her green eyes back to Brest and Amber. "Hang in there for a bit longer and pay attention. One jump to go. We'll be home soon."
 
Both corvettes exchanged a look and shrugged. Brest could make herself stare into the blackness of space, on the lookout for enemies, until they were ready to jump. It wouldn't be long any more anyway.
 
Movement in the corner of her eye drew Brest's attention. It was a mass of green hair belonging to CJF Silver Merlin. The girl was rolling her neck, apparently feeling the tension of the long patrol as well, yet she remained silent.
 
It occurred to Brest that Silver had not complained once about the long and uneventful patrol, or any other monotone task for that matter. The Fox Corvette wondered if that was due to the clan-warrior's experience or a natural toughness which made the Peregrine deal with exhausting duties better.
 
Seeming to sense Brest's gaze on her, Silver turned to the former with a questioning look in her violet eyes.
 
Smiling awkwardly the brunette averted her blue eyes and returned her attention to the stretch of space she was supposed to watch. With her peripheral vision she saw Silver shrug and do the same.
 
When she thought about it a remarkable amount of communication with the green-haired corvette was non-verbal. Brest could not help her curiosity and wondered if all of Kerensky's warriors were like that. She supposed she would see if they met any more fleetmaidens hailing from the clans.
 
Brest's mental meanderings had made time pass quickly, and they were about to jump back to Jan Mayen. Swift had decided to forego the standard jump points and aim directly for the planet's orbit. That way they would cut out travel-time and could start into R&R sooner. It seemed like even the cruisers were feeling the strain from the long patrol.
 
"Hyperjump in 20 seconds." Swift's voice drew Brest back to the present. It was about time to jump.
 
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"I will ask one last time! Where am I?! What have you done to me?!"
 
"I...I don't know. Calm down please!" There was distress and confusion in the familiar voice.
 
Blue Squadron had emerged where they had aimed for, close to Waystation 135. Yet they had not expected what they found.
 
Brest's eyes went wide with disbelief. There, right next to the station, was Trelleborg. The large woman was in an almost comical situation, her auburn hair disheveled. She was being grasped at her uniform's collar by a quite tall, yet in comparison to her still short, fleetwoman with long and wavy hair that reminded Brest of wafting smoke.
 
"You there! Let go of her immediately!" La Plata demanded loudly. She was the first of them to recover from her surprise and had gone into an aggressive stance. The others were not far behind her.
 
The unknown kanmusu's gaze snapped onto Blue Squadron, eyes roaming over each of them in just a few moments. Brest could see what was going on in the strange woman's head as she did so, identifying each of their class and capabilities.
 
Doubtlessly having come to the conclusion that she was outmatched, the unknown grey-haired woman attempted to turn and pull Trelleborg between herself and the rest of Blue Squadron.
 
When the massive Newgrange-class YardShip did not budge at all the mystery-kanmusu changed tactics. "Stay back or bad things will happen!" She turned her main guns on Trelleborg, who looked distinctly uncomfortable now.
 
Brest's fists balled. She wasn't going to let some crazy threaten one of their number. Before she could do anything imprudent someone else acted.
 
"This is CSV Swift Justice to unknown warship. Stand down and turn your weapons away from her and the station." Swift had stepped forward, expression stony and voice demanding.
 
 "Not before you undo what you have done to me." The stranger demanded, shuffling to get behind Trelleborg who had her hands up in a placating gesture.
 
The auburn-haired woman began carefully. "I don't think there's a way to..."
 
"Hiding behind a non-combatant? I had expected better from your kind." Silver had come up next to Swift, a close to disgusted expression on her face. In a derisive tone she added. "Then again, maybe i had not."
 
Eyes narrowing dangerously, the stranger regarded Silver for a moment. Appearing to recognize the girl, the mysterious woman exclaimed in outrage. "Dezgra! You are one to talk, traitor!"
 
 Brest expected the situation to escalate any moment. She exchanged a look with Amber and a wordless understanding passed between them.
 
La Plata stepped between the two and gave each a pointed look. The message was clear. Stay put and watch.
 
Apparently Swift was on the same wavelength, since she remained silent. Silver took the reins.
 
"I lost a trial, was defeated by a capable warrior in combat. And i was granted Abthaka. There is no dishonor in my conduct." She paused meaningfully and gave her opposite a long look. "You on the other hand..."
 
Predictably that got a strong response from what Brest now realized was a clan warship. The woman bared her teeth and actually growled. "You..."
 
Unfazed by the bravado, Silver carried on her verbal assault. "You may be a long way from home, Jaguar, but you would do well to not make threats you are not ready to follow up on. Unless you are, and want word of your dishonor to reach the homeworlds?" Silver's tone of voice was low and menacing, violet eyes hard.
 
Jaw clenching, the Jaguar-warrior ground her teeth for long moments. "I will remember this!" With those parting words thrown at Silver the stranger turned and accelerated, intent on leaving.
 
Amber and Brest both made to pursue when a hand from La Plata fell on each one's shoulder.
 
"Stay put. We can't risk a firefight with naval-grade weaponry right next to the station." La Plata directed her green gaze at each girl in turn, until they relaxed
 
"But..." Brest made to interject.
 
"Let her go. We will worry about her later." Swift ordered distractedly while she was approaching Trelleborg.
 
The auburn-haired woman in question breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad that's over."
 
"I will say when it is over." Swift's searching gaze was fixated on Trelleborg. "Where did that clan-warship come from?"
 
"Ahh, you see.." The Newgrange's hesitation caught Brest onto that something was going on.
 
"Yes?" A pale eyebrow rose expectantly.
 
Trelleborg apparently did not want to answer and looked away.
 
"SLS Trelleborg, Report." Swift demanded.
 
Somehow the flagship using someone's full name was intimidating, Brest decided.
 
"You see. We're few in number, so I thought I'd try something." Trelleborg began carefully.
 
"Try something." Swift exhaled in apparent disappointment. "I thought we had gone over that."
 
"Well yes, but the abyssals seem to always have more units to throw into the fight." The Newgrange attempted to justify herself.
 
Brest finally got an idea of what had happened, disbelieving gaze swerving from Swift to Trelleborg.
 
After a moment's pause the former questioned. "What did you do?"
 
"We need more guns to defeat the abyssals." The auburn-haired woman meekly replied. "I constructed a battleship."
 
"We do not need a battleship!" Swift seemed genuinely insulted, and Brest understood, seeing as the flagship's specifications bordered on those of a battlecruiser.
 
"That was a Lola-class!" Silver, for her part, was entirely disbelieving. "Are you mad?"
 
"No, I'm not. I built a battleship, I swear! Produced all the components and assembled them. But when i launched her she was a destroyer!" Trelleborg gestured animatedly, apparently disbelieving of the happenings herself.
 
Brest's head was spinning. The impossible had happened once more, and again it had taken all of them by surprise.
 
Exchanging a disbelieving look with her friend next to her, Brest could only mirror Amber's shrug.
 
"It appears we should listen to what our instincts tell us when it comes to some things." Swift reprimanded Trelleborg. "Much like we seem to know that transporting people is a bad idea, we should not try to construct fleetmaidens again."
 
"No argument there." Looking properly scolded, Trelleborg meekly agreed.
 
"Where'd you even get the metals and everything else from to construct a ship of that size?" La Plata asked the actual question.
 
"Well, you see..."
 
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*; Author's Notes: I got this silly idea and it would not let go of me before i wrote it. A small and not very serious non-canon omake.If one wanted, it could be taken as a commentary on Kancolle's LSC. 
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Category:Short Stories
Category:Works by Kharvoth