<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/Anthro_whale_thingie_by_z_the_werepanther.jpg)</div><strong>Deep Blue</strong>(https://dochub.com/johnwilson100e34d1/xDOrM9/eca_jh_2)<br/><br/>Megan Taylor resisted the urge to tug on the neck of her uniform one more time.  She'd rarely worn anything more than a bikini since her transformation, and she wondered if there was s some super science involved in this uniform, or if she was going to shred out of it the first time she needed to be big in a hurry.<br/><br/>“Aye, aye, Captain,” she responded softly to Steve Rodgers.  “We won't let you down, sir.”<br/><br/>Megan suspected some—maybe a lot—of the others wouldn't be as impressed by the Captain's speech as she was.  To a young woman of twenty, who'd spent the last six years as an anthropomorphic whale hiding from the bulk of humanity, these next few moments were going to be among the more terrifying of her life.  Captain America's combination of reassurance and challenge was exactly what she needed to face the crowd.<br/><br/>Hopefully accompanied by the others, “Deep Blue” strode forwards to meet the press.  She stopped at the front of the stage and settled into a military 'at ease' stance, a habit she'd picked up long ago from a military liaison to her father named Herkemer.  Had he been army or navy?  Army, she thought, and had operated and maintained unamed aircraft before promotion to this post.<br/><br/><em>I wonder how he's doing...</em><br/><br/>It was an easier thing to ponder than the flashing cameras.  She wondered when the bombardment of questions would begin, and if she'd have to answer.