That back and forth banter was...really, too much for Yamato to follow. But she had been flagship of the combined fleet, she knew all about threats and complaints and whinging subordinates. To air such grievances in public though, this was terribly gauche. Did they know how baddly their actions reflected on their mistress? Could they even conceive how much Kaga would have heaped disdain and ridicule on them if the aircraft carrier were here? The commentary about children and cages made even less sense-surely, some of the destroyer girls were rambunctious, but they were never that much trouble.
Still, they were spending a lot of time in a mobile room that was no longer mobile. "I have an alternitive solution." Yamato moved over to the door and wedged her delicate fingernails into the crack where it slid apart...and pulled. There was a moment of tension as she tested the door-and then pulled it easily open in a single slow motion, overcoming the motors that held it shut with a minimum of effort. Something evidently sensed the force she was using was sufficent if stopped to rip said motors from their mounting-there was scarcely any resistance at all as she flung the door open, revealing...well, a bulkhead, but also another door, though not one that they were well aligned with. This one would be trickier to open since it was above her head and there was only about a foot of clearance between the top of the turbolift and the floor of whatever corridor that was above them.
She just reached up and repeated the procedure-150,000 shaft horsepower and 70,000 tons of warship were not about to be stopped by a rather flimsy inner partition that was not even pressure-tight.
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Still, they were spending a lot of time in a mobile room that was no longer mobile. "I have an alternitive solution." Yamato moved over to the door and wedged her delicate fingernails into the crack where it slid apart...and pulled. There was a moment of tension as she tested the door-and then pulled it easily open in a single slow motion, overcoming the motors that held it shut with a minimum of effort. Something evidently sensed the force she was using was sufficent if stopped to rip said motors from their mounting-there was scarcely any resistance at all as she flung the door open, revealing...well, a bulkhead, but also another door, though not one that they were well aligned with. This one would be trickier to open since it was above her head and there was only about a foot of clearance between the top of the turbolift and the floor of whatever corridor that was above them.
She just reached up and repeated the procedure-150,000 shaft horsepower and 70,000 tons of warship were not about to be stopped by a rather flimsy inner partition that was not even pressure-tight.