#muse: uss colorado

[pearlharborshipresort]

Overdue for some baser gratification.

Decades overdue.

All three.

[janeykath318]

Closure 7

As Jamie gave herself the morning hypo the next day, she realized that this was ironically the date that would have been their eleven month anniversary. Jamie determined that she’d visit the grave today, Bones be darned, and maybe go through some of Chris’s things with Ally. Luckily, her doctor friend did not forbid the trip, only warned her to have someone with her.

“I’m thankful Bones is too much otherwise occupied to smother me all the time,” she declared to Ally. “I can’t lay around being an invalid anymore and unfortunately, other people need him far more. It’s going to be years before this city recovers.”

She looked sadly at the plies of debris being slowly carted away as clean up began.

“Damn Marcus and Khan,” Ally agreed bluntly. “At least two other Admirals are facing court martial for being involved in the Section 31 crimes and four were killed, not counting that scum bag Marcus, so the Admiralty is stretched thin right now.”

Jamie winced. “What about Captains?”

“Three died in Daystrom, another one in the crash landing on the city.”

“I’m guessing the experienced ones are getting promoted to fill the gaps in the Admiralty,” Jamie speculated. “Captain Li would make a wonderful admiral if they can pry her away from the USS Shepherd.”

“Here we are, Jamboree,” Ally said, directing her to the row of headstones where several new graves could be seen, marked by the heaped up dirt: Another reminder of the many families who were grieving.

“So many,” she whispered as they walked past heap after heap. A woman and two young children stood in front of a headstone, heads bowed, all in black and her heart clenched at the sight.

Ally stopped her four stones down and softly said “Here he is.”

Chris’s headstone was sleek and simple: polished black stone etched with his rank, name, and dates.

“It’s just perfect.” Jamie murmured, leaning into her sister-in-law.

“I thought so, too. They wanted to do something more grandiose, but Pops and I nixed that. It wasn’t who Chris was.”

That was very true, Jamie mused. She knelt and ran her fingers over the letters carved in the cold stone. Chris was all about the simplicity, all right. He barely tolerated most of the fuss that came with being an admiral and would have been content with being a captain until the day he retired, if that had been possible.

“Speaking of Pops, how is he doing? It’s got to be rough for him.”

She referred to her elderly father-in-law, who couldn’t travel much because of his health, but treated her like she was his own daughter and insisted she use the same title his children did.

“He’s hurting, but as ornery as ever and always asking about you. I told him I’d bring you out for a visit when you were cleared to travel.”

“Good plan,” Jamie agreed, placing her little wildflower bouquet on the grave. “Colorado is so beautiful, but we’d better do it soon, before I’m cleared for full duty and swamped with overseeing the refit.”

To think, she’d once bounced around Spock in giddy glee at the prospect of a five year mission. Now, she was questioning everything about Starfleet and her own desire to exploring space. But she didn’t tell Ally that.

“Happy Almost anniversary, hot stuff,” she murmured. “I’m kind of annoyed you won’t be around for it, but you’ll be relieved to know I’m going to be okay. Lucky you, you don’t have to deal with paperwork anymore. Try not to have too much fun without me, Okay?”

Allison squeezed her tighter and added her own comments.

“Yeah. Behave yourself, Chris. Say hi to Mom for me.”

As they turned away a soft voice called her.

“Captain Kirk?” It was the woman at the nearby grave. She was holding the hands of her two young children and looking at Jamie hopefully.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but my Amy here wants to say hi. You’re one of her heroes.

Jamie smiled at the serious little girl, whose brown head was covered in little black braids and was looking up at her in awe.

"Hi there, sweetie.” Jamie greeted her. “Do you like starships, too?”

“Yeah,” Amy replied. “My daddy flew one and I heard all about how you and the Enterprise saved earth. I thought you got killed by the bad man who killed my daddy.”

“No, I wasn’t,” Jamie assured her, “but I’ve been in the hospital a lot because I got hurt when the bad man attacked my ship.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! Did he shoot it down?”

“No, I fixed it in time, but it hurt me a lot.”

That was an understatement, all right. Jamie had died in severe pain, both physical and emotional and there was a long road ahead of her, as there would be for this family who’d lost a husband and father.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” she told the woman sincerely. Their eyes met and a look of understanding past between them as she saw where Jamie had been standing.

“Thank you, dear. And I’m very sorry for YOUR loss. Frank spoke very highly of your husband.”

Frank? The name was familiar. Oh, It must have been the Frank Abbott, captain of the Bradbury, to whom Spock was supposed to report for his new duties after her demotion. She hadn’t seen him go down and assumed he’d escaped. How awful for these sweet people.

“When I grow up, I’m going to find that creep and take him out!!” Said the previously quiet boy, balling his hands into fists.

“You won’t need to do that. I promise you the murderer was caught and won’t be able to hurt anyone again,” Jamie assured him.

“I suppose it’s classified, right?” The boy asked shrewdly.

“You’re right,” she confirmed with a rueful smile. “They’re still working on figuring out why things happened and how to prevent them from happening again.”

“It won’t bring them back,” he said bitterly, face twisting to hide his grief.

“No it won’t,” Jamie said gently. “But you can make him proud by growing up to make your own difference in this world. I grew up without my dad, too and I wasted way too much time trying to live up to him, which isn’t what he would have wanted. So you do what you’re good at, and love the family you have while you have them.”

“That was wonderfully said, Jamie,” Allison told her when they’d said goodbye to the Abbotts and made their way back to the path that led out of the cemetery.

“Comes from years of painful experience,” Jamie admitted. “If I can help them avoid being a "genius-level repeat offender” I will.“

"Hmmm. Good advice. But what a way to meet one’s future spouse,” Allison said, her grey eyes teasing.

“Oh, yes. Imagine if we’d had children and they asked how I met their father. I’d be like, "Well, son, I got drunk in a bar and picked a fight with some huge dudes and was being pummeled to a pulp when this sharp looking man comes in, oozing authority, and breaks it up and then starts giving me a recruiting spiel for Starfleet and talking about my dad and daring me to do better. I was so tipsy and stunned by how well he read me, I could hardly say a word. When he left, I thought if that’s how they grow ‘em in Starfleet, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. So I joined and the rest is history.”“

"That’s not quite how he told it,” Ally said with a chuckle. “He saw a brilliant woman who needed a purpose to fulfill her own potential, not her father’s. The fact that you also happened to be gorgeous, well, didn’t have ANYTHING to do with it.” She winked.

“Whatever,” Jamie sighed. She did turn a little pink, though, because To this day, she was afraid in her drunken rambling, she’d told him he had a nice butt on the way out the door.

********* “Do you really like being a genius level repeat offender?”

“Maybe I love it.”

“Your father was Starship captain for twelve minutes. He saved 800 lives. I dare you to do better.” ***********

“Did I really do better, Chris?” She whispered into the dark that night. “I see all this destruction and all the graves, and right now, I just don’t know.”

[pearlharborshipresort]

Iowa's eyes rolled back as Akigumo's flab engulfed her being, forcing her hands to grip her entire heft and hold her, as to stop her from 'falling', and giving her the greatest euphoric feeling she's ever experienced.

"A-Aannngghhff...~" A throaty and guttural moan escaped her lips, sweat covered her body as euphoria turned to climax.

She buried her face into Akigumo's fat, taking in it's softness for a solid 10 or so seconds, before the euphoria quickly died down, and she regained her lucidity, rationality, and did so with a familiar sensation from within her legs.

Iowa awkwardly shot her head up to look at Akigumo, stunned and not knowing exactly what to say. "O-oh my god I am-- I am so sorry I don't know what came over me...!" Iowa apologized profusely, her face now getting red for a completely different reason.

God please don't let Akigumo find her disgusting, even though she has every right to.

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"Bghhrlkfff... nghhggrghkff... so fucking full... h-hurts...!" She barely managed to say without hurling, it hurt so much, she wanted to explode, but she couldn't, and she couldn't vomit in this Admiral's room, it would be a humiliation to the Colorado class as a whole.

"C-coat... tight... bghhrlk... off..." She grunted, too tired and exhausted to even bother TRYING.

"I-I did... ghhrk... it tho... a-and you said I couldn't... Jap yuck..." She said with a pained, but arrogant grin, she 'won', and now this Admiral had to face the truth of her excellence.

This in no way was the desired outcome for only one singular party in the room.

Following the lead of Akigumo, Iowa let herself get closer to her, until it softly, lightly, but surely was pressed against the enormous mass of belly that stretched so far ahead.

Iowa gently grabbed and squeezed her lovehandles, then, gliding her hands over to her back, being sure to take in every roll and deformity in it’s full detail, her pupils slowly diluting further as she worked her way further and further up and onto her flabby, damp neck.

With a gulp, she slowly and delicately undid the tie that held her overgarment on, peeling it slowly to unveil the even tighter undershirt, white and soaked, just transparent enough to entice the thought, but still covering enough to keep it a mystery.

Iowa’s mouth opened some, her mouth was somehow simultaneously dry, and yet she felt herself almost drool several times. Her breaths getting heavier, her heartrate shooting up, her libido entering into overdrive.

- - - - - - -

“W-why… ghff… hahh… wouldn’t I be able to…?! It’s not even that much…” Colorado grumbled, and now irritated, she reached towards another item, she didn’t bother seeing what, it didn’t matter, she’d finish this feast and then a second one just to prove a point!

Her eating however, would clearly slow down… she was full, stuffed to the brim, she’s already eaten enough for a large family, and she was only two thirds done.

Grunting and groaning she kept forcing food into her mouth, it wasn’t even fun or tasty anymore, but this braggart Admiral was doubting a mighty member of the Big 7, and that will not stand, especially not an AMERICAN.

And so she slowly and laboriously forced the rest of the cart into her protesting food baby, and when the last measly fry entered her mouth, she finally allowed herself to lean back, so bloated and stretched she wanted to cry, but she forced herself to avoid such an embarrassing sight.

“…bghHHURLK—…nghhllp… bggrhk… bwHHRRuuurrrRwhrp… eulgh… nahghhf… t-there… ghaahhh… too… HHRHLK— hffffnglp… eashy…”

Colorado felt the food fight at every turn to escape, so much so that she had to semi-frequently cover her mouth to avoid spewing the nearly 20 pounds of pure Yankee dishes that forced her stomach to very nearly pop one of her straining buttons.

[pearlharborshipresort]

Colorado's mouth was dry, she didn't believe it, she couldn't, her sister would never do such a thing.

It HAD to be false... right...?

"I-I don't believe you, it's cockeyed, nonsense, why would she...?--"

"You believing me is irrelevant, Maryland assaulted a Shipgirl, bashed her head in with malice and intent."

"But w-why would she...?!"

"Because she's in a Japanese base, a psychotic, shell-shocked and bigoted racist. You ignored it because it doesn't register, does it? You call them Japs, but it's slang for you, just how things were done. You dislike their language, but you understand they are just speaking a language. The fact they were a horrid enemy you fought against decades ago is a coincidence, these aren't Imperial Japanese Navy and you know that."

"O-obviously... I don't care about them... what about it...?" Colorado felt like she knew... Maryland wasn't bantering, was she? Laughing at their expense just to cope... using Imperial Japan as a scapegoat, out of sight of anyone who'd be affected.

"Your sister never moved on. I said this decades ago, and you didn't listen. I voted to scrap her, and you insisted not to. Now look at your handiwork, a Shipgirl, belonging to the JAPANESE NAVY, her head BASHED in, because you denied her problems, because it wasn't nice. You didn't look and focused on yourself, like always."

"Shut the fuck--" Colorado couldn't finish getting her sentence out, Washington reached a strong hand to the bloated girl, lifting her up by the chin before she could.

"You think I'm against her? S-She was my friend, I served alongside her. SHE WENT BAD Colorado! Psychotic and violent! You want to be a good fucking sister, maybe stop being in denial and help her for once!" Washington's voice shook, ever so slightly, and the resolve in her eyes wavered only momentarily, showing a glimpse of just how HURT she was.

"Ngh... I-I... but she wouldn't--...would she...?" Colorado wanted to just deny it, but Washington wasn't the type to lie, and she looked distraught enough herself.

"Nemuro'll decide what happens with her, luckily for you, she probably won't be killed. If I had my way? She'd be rusting in the marianna trench." And back was that resolve, her resoluteness and decisiveness, efficient and precise, that's how Washington did things.

Colorado didn't know how to even reply, she just stared at nothing. Her sister went crazy, she attacked another Shipgirl during peacetime... in a friendly, allied base, and almost killed her.

She... needed to support her now, in this time... maybe... what should she do...? She can't support her... she did something awful... can she even be by her side without being ON her side...?

Colorado didn't even notice that Washington dropped her back to the couch and walked away, she could barely think, barely focus, Maryland's meltdown was something she didn't see something but--

It made sense when she thought about it... all the signs were there... the hatred, the instability, the desperate need for human connection... but Colorado focused on herself every time, she never asked how Maryland was, if she was feeling alright, what she thought...

She could have prevented this, if only she wasn't such a negligent self absorbed self important piece of worthless--

...

She curled up into a ball on the couch, face buried in her knees, and silently just began to cry, quietly, privately.

[pearlharborshipresort]

24. Like tummy rubs?

For Colorado-chan~

"Bghhrrlkgh-...hff... not a chance... don't touch...!"

And yet, she scooted forward juuust a bit, surely not to make it easier to soothe the bubbling cauldron she called a gut.

[pearlharborshipresort]

Itty bitty traumatized WMDs.

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@chubbykanmuses

“If… ugh… if you’re so PLEASED watching me eat… FETCH more, I am DONE getting up for the food, I’m not even hungry…”

[pearlharborshipresort]

@chubbykanmuses

“I… ngh… I AM NO SUCH THING!” She shouted, slamming her first on, and through the steel table as if it was paper.

At that she only got more frustrated.

“Now you spilled my food…! Nrrgh…”

[pearlharborshipresort]

“N-no one mentioned the food would be so delicious in this place…!” Colorado looked upon her plate, stacked high with caloric eggs, bacon, sausages, sliced ham, mashed potatoes and more.

The poor girl had discovered the buffet that was in the plaza… and had been eating there for the last two hours.

“Brllghk… last plate…” She gagged to herself, taking a dreadful look at the EIGHT previous plates, at which she said this same thing after each one.

[pearlharborshipresort]

"It looks like a resort or a theme park, rather than a naval base...? Isn't it strange Maryland?" Colorado asked as her, Maryland and Iowa boarded off of the private jet, suitcases (that were closer to treasure chests in size, and yet hoisted with amazing ease) in hand.

"Indeed it does Colorado, and it is very strange... I thought Pearl Harbor was a junkyard, a scrapyard even." Maryland agreed, and looked to her sister's more enthused expression. "It appears your mood has improved." She noted, glancing around the ginormous colorful resort.

"Well... I had about half a day to mull it over, plus, now that I see the resort? How can I be upset? It's glamorous!"

"It really is! Isn't it? I think we should find some food once we all settle, OK!" The chipper voice of Iowa sounded out, the third shipgirl retired forcefully.

"Food does sound nice, the snacks were not nearly enough on that plane." Colorado noted, "it felt designed for humans, really, and not Shipgirls."

"It's really strange..." Maryland added.

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Where. Are. They?!

[I got out of my room, I even got dressed...! The Shipgirls were supposed to arrive already, why aren't they here? Why? Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Amélie waited impatiently for the arrival of her esteemed guests, stress mounting in her as her heart began beating more and more rapidly.

[Theyarenotcomingyouidiotnoonewouldforyouidiotstupiddumbbitchwhatdidithinktheyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyou]

Just her the intrusive thoughts got to the point they were overwhelming her sense of space and sense of self, the banter of the Shipgirls alerted her to their presence, and she began speaking on autopilot.

"Bonjour, je suis l'amiral Amélie, bienvenue au Pearl Harbor Resort!" She said with a forced smile, she wanted to cry, puke, and sleep forever, or maybe just take one of the guns and-

"We don't speak French. You ought to be more respectful to members of the Big 7." Colorado chastised, crossing her arms.

"My dear sister Colorado here means to say that are pleased to be here, Admiral." Maryland said, while jabbing Colorado with enough force to bring down a bunker door.

"I don't speak French either but you said Admiral and Pearl Harbor, so I'm going to guess with that cool eyepatch that you're our new Admiral?" Iowa questioned, her eyes fixating on how darn cute and squishy the little Admiral was.

"Y-yes, yes! I am Admiral Amélie and I welcome you to the Pearl Harbor Resort! Yes, mhm, that's that, bye." And before they could even ask further questions, the Admiral was speedwalking out of the lobby and back to her office as fast as she could.

She slammed the office door behind her and leaned against said door, sliding to the ground to sit down propped against it.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhnnn...." She whined to herself, tears welling in her eyes.

She wanted to go to sleep.

Sleep.

And maybe once she does, she won't ever wa-

Nope, she had to think positive.

She pulled out her phone, and put on some moe Anime to distract herself.

[pearlharborshipresort]

Digesting pounds upon pounds of food.

Blissfully ignorant of what happened.

[pearlharborshipresort]

@nevermindtheweights @chubbykanmuses

Don’t need to be a hornball to need a good fuck at least once a hundred years.

[pearlharborshipresort]

We need a shorty ship to fatten up if you dont mind

"Go about fattening up MY friends in the wrong way however..." Iowa glared daggers, sporting a fake smile on her face.

All while Colorado was busy snacking on a bag of Cheetos.

[pearlharborshipresort]

Big sister and bigger “sister.”

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@chubbykanmuses

“Bghrrhhlk… I was… hrrn… kidding…”

And despite that, in went a slow spoonful after spoonful, only interrupted by swigs of the bloating sugary beverage.

[pearlharborshipresort]

Touch any of them without explicit consent, and at best you will be concussed.