A hand shakily emerged from one of the cargo hatches of the battered and ravaged<em>Abbeydale</em>, as the Mental Model of the ship hauled herself onto the ruined deck, laying there panting weakly. She looked absolutely terrible, with her avatar cracking like the surface of a badly made<em>souffle</em>. She looked up as she heard Shimakaze's calls to her, and tried to smile. "I'm.... I'm here.." she said, her voice as cracking and broken sounding as the rest of her, as she began to run a diagnostic on her systems; she was a wreck, she admitted to herself.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Suzuya was not the only one to try and protect Ari. Effie had managed to get on top of all the workload, now that the rate of fire had slackened off a bit, and could take stock of what was going on. And what she saw was disturbing, as she likewise followed Suzuya's example, and placed herself before Ari as a shield. She couldn't think about it for now though, as she opened up her hatches, and launched another volley of missiles as the retreating enemy fleet.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A great "WHOOSH!" of spray filled the air, as Zara then began to dump the energy from her over-saturated Klein Field into the sea. A great cloud of hot steam hid the lightly damaged heavy cruiser from sight and from sound as she just dumped the energy as fast as she could manage, to the extent that she actually had to dive under the water to try and vent it off faster.