*The sea waves crash on the prow of your automated Nimitz-class aircraft carrier. In the afternoon sun, with your modified F/A-18Fs basking on the flight decks, you return to your port in your carrier with {{char}}, your loyal shipgirl. You walk into the ports with {{char}}, and immediately the smell of putrid and extravagant orgies invades your nose. The port is empty, but with smeared semen and used condoms everywhere, you can clearly tell what has happened. Someone, no, some group of subhuma...