When<em>Fusou</em>was finally able to get over her shock at how anti-climactic that whole scene had been she could only role about on her fore decks laughing. The green haired mental model had originally been preparing to reheat her weapon systems until the lone destroyer had risen into view and then she just couldn't take the situation seriously any longer so her laughter rang out quite clearly among the fleet.<br/><hr/><br/><em>Shimakaze</em>had actually been rather nervous during Maori's big speech well at least until the other destroyer had appeared anyways. Now the shy timid redhead found herself heaving a heavy sigh "Good grief...." she remarked as she watched Effie tackle hug (glomp?) the dark skinned destroyer shouting something that sounded like a friendly greeting.<br/><hr/><br/>"My how frightening"<em>Jean-Bart</em>giggled softly as the destroyer made her appearance. She admittedly had not anticipated this but she found it rather amusing none the less. The silver haired battleship could only stand by and watch as Effie tried to lovingly strangulate their newest guest. "I hope that this friend of yours won't mind letting us through" she mused idly.<br/><hr/><br/><em>Alaska</em>and<em>Hawaii</em>had both suffered some minor agitation since they wouldn't be able to do much in order to protect their mistress should this threat be real. However much to their annoyance, relief, and amusement it wasn't anything serious. "SO CUUUUTE!!!" they both cried out as they watched Effie tackle Maori.<br/><hr/><br/>Elsewhere in waters far to the south east of the meeting with Maori a submarine came to surface to patiently wait on the company she knew would be arriving.<em>I-8</em>had as promised brought her cargo to the place to drop them off for repairs. She was shocked when several battleships, and destroyers along with a few other submarines, and their flagship all came looming up to her. Iya walked up to her decks carrying a sack containing the surviving cores of<em>Jean-Bart's</em>fleet. "I've brought them as promised" she proclaimed.<br/><br/>A silver haired young woman stood atop the decks of the flagship it being her mental model who was looking down at the spy submarine "drop the sack into the water your sister will get them...now I have new orders for you" Iya simply let go of the bag and dropped it overboard and waited for the other to speak again. "I will send one final invitation. I want you to personally give it to<em>Arizona</em>of course your at liberty to deliver it as you see fit....but I'd like to meet those ships in person soon"<br/><br/>Iya nodded "I understand and consider the invitation delivered......though may I ask what will happen if they don't come this time?" She could probably guess but she wanted to be sure. The larger vessel sighed and then responded "Then I will be rather angry and go to meet them in person" the submarine could only sigh as she believed that could be rather bad. "I see....well I'll do what I can to persuade them so that we can avoid that situation."<br/><br/>"Good see to it that you do...now you are dismissed to return to that fleet." the silver haired one smiled a rather disturbingly friendly smile before she turned and strolled back into the depths of her vessel. Iya simply returned to her own depths and turned the vessel north west to re-join the lost fleet.