MAZDA6RED CLAN 

{MAZ6R}

NAUTICAL STORIES 

BY

FLAG COMMANDERS KELLY & TERESA 

MAZDA6RED CLAN 

{MAZ6R}

NAUTICAL STORIES WITH KELLY & TERESA 

MAZ6R CLAN presents Flag Commander Kelly KaBoom & Teresa LadyBlood and their compelling nautical narratives and intriguing fictional characters, brought to life in their spectacular stories, both fictional and non-fictional, based around actual events.      

A POETIC MASTERPIECE FROM KELLY KABOOMBOOM 

LT. COMMANDER (CMD), 2024

“Sailing the Sea of Fate/Karma!”

The young woman's eyes scanned the horizon as the grey knife-like bow, cut through the boiling blue water with the ease that belied its mass. Stepping out to the starboard bridge wing, she noticed another warship quickly approaching. Quickly ducking inside, giving the order, the mammoth barrels of the main turrets all turning in unison as well as the secondaries all tracking the newcomer's vessel.

“Ahoy Scharnhorst, permission to pull alongside.”

“Permission Granted Napoli.”

Watching the Napoli slow and ease its more streamlined bulk before running parallel with my own vessel, I step out on to the wing once more and look more carefully at this newcomer, before seeing a young woman bounding out on the wing of her vessel waving to me.

“Hey, what is up with you Sister? Long time, no see. Are you still running solo in World of Warships?”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I gape at my best friend LadyBlood, and my ‘sister’ still waving like a goofball at me.

“Yes, no one knows how to properly play, and I find I am better off on my own Sis!”

“Then I found a home for you, a new clan, one I have worked with, and they are great people. Give them a look see and try; you might find that you found a port to finally drop anchor. Try them, they call themselves “MAZ6R CLAN.”

“I shall, thank you for the information sis! Calm seas and well-aimed guns as you hunt those pesky red ships.”

“You as well Kel, have fun and trust me on this.”

Shaking my head, I watch as the Napoli slowly pulls away from my vessel, making like a greyhound and vanishing quickly into the haze upon the horizon. Mulling over what she had told me, I was unsure whether it would be a good idea. My past attempts with clanning up had left a bitter taste in my mouth and not much fun to be had from it. I knew there were benefits to be had, but as of yet, they had been woefully missing from my experiences. I also knew that my “Sis” would never steer me down the wrong path, so changing the course, the bow of my Scharnhorst began to swing on a course that would take me to the MAZ6R port.

That was several weeks ago, and I am now part of a clan that really gets and understands the concept of supporting one another, teamwork, and helping each, and every member to succeed as a ship captain. A diverse and wild bunch of nuts that are like family, that is if you want a crazy and unhinged bunch of jokers as family, and yes, that is a good thing in my book. Myself, I have learned and gained knowledge and how to be a better captain, how to better use my ships qualities to the detriment of the enemies, but at the core, they are my friends, and I care for each and every one of them. Might have to tell my sister she was right, that there are still good, kind yet wildly nutty sailors out there that actually care. So, if you too like friends and fun along with some well-timed explosions, I would highly advise you to set a course to this clan’s naval base. Trust me, you will not regret joining this merry band of pirates.

See you on the Seven Seas and hopefully as a clanmate in a division.

Yours in Comradeship, Kelly Kaboom, Commander/Fleet Command Fleet Liaison Officer/External Communication.

November 15, 2024

A POETIC MASTERPIECE FROM KELLY KABOOMBOOM 

COMMANDER (CMD) Part Two, December 2025

“Sailing the Sea of Fate/Karma!”

TASK FORCE 32.1

FLAGSHIP: USS ENTERPRISE, Cmdr KaBoom Commanding

LOCATION: ULITHI LAGOON

Our task force has been ordered to set out and rendezvous with a visiting task force from the other side of the ocean. They are coming as ambassadors from another clan, and we have been sent out as the welcome committee. I am sailing in the company of the USS Washington, USS Massachusetts, USS Baltimore, USS Helena, and a screen of 4 DDs. We are setting off to the west, as they are sailing in from the Philippines. This mission is filled with a lot of mystery, as I am not sure who I will be meeting or what ship I might be rendezvousing with, either. I have only been told that I should put my best foot forward and that I was specially chosen to “wave the banner,” as it were.

– Adm KaBoom

9 November 2025

TASK FORCE 32.1

FLAGSHIP: USS ENTERPRISE, Cmdr KaBoom Commanding

LOCATION: MID PACIFIC OCEAN

We had to skirt a late-season typhoon that passed through the area, which still created heavy seas, and we had to pause our journey due to losing a sailor overboard of the USS Fletcher. Luckily, however, he was found in short order and brought back to his ship a little worse for wear and soaking wet, but a lesson was learned about tying up while moving about the deck in heavy seas. Our radar has been beginning to pick up a blip on the far edges at about 220 miles out. We are steaming in that direction at a steady 28 knots, closing the gap. My hope is that by tomorrow morning, we will have made our initial contact and find out who we are meeting up with at last.

– Adm. Ka Boom

10 November 2025

TASK FORCE 32.1

FLAGSHIP: USS ENTERPRISE, Cmdr KaBoom Commanding

LOCATION: 300 km E. COAST LEYTE GULF, SAMAR IS.

My officer of the deck has sent down word that we are now in visual range, and I have to admit surprise. We are facing a strong task force of German vessels built around the KMS Graf Zeppelin. We now await the arrival of their ambassador, who will be flying over to meet with me on my flagship.

– Adm. KaBoom

Wrapping my jacket around me, I went down to the flight deck and stood against the broad bulk of the island, my eyes scanning the sky and trying to pick out the aircraft bringing over the mysterious visitor. We had sent over one of our TBF Avengers to ferry the ambassador over, and soon I was able to pick up the low whine of the Wright 2600 Twin Cyclone engine growing louder as it settled behind us in the landing pattern.

She slowly came in, steady, the LSO giving her minute signals for her to adjust her landing, before fluttering over the fan deck and catching the first arresting wire like a pro, before getting disengaged and moving forward along the deck to be chocked, and having her engine shut down. Turning to the officer beside me, “Please bring them up as soon as they have gotten out of their flight gear and bring them up to the wardroom. I will meet with them there.” Turning back, I re-entered the island and went to the wardroom, where the mess stewards had set out a feast fit for a fleet admiral.  Taking off my heavy weather jacket and hanging it on the hook behind the door, I sat down to wait for the arrival of the special envoy.  Before too long, there was a brisk rap on the door, and an ensign announced the entry of the envoy, and my jaw hit the deck as my sister, Teresa, A.K.A. LadyBlood, walked in the door with a broad grin on her face.

“You?  You are the envoy I am supposed to entertain, Sis?”  I gaped.

“Yup!  Shockingly enough.  Our paths do seem to cross quite a bit, don’t they?” She said with a bemused smile.  “I see that you took my advice and looked into that Clan.  So, what do you think?  Was I right, or was I right?”

Giving her a wry smile, I nodded. “Yes, even you can be right once in a while, sis.  I did indeed take your advice and join them.  I have really enjoyed my time there.  They are a good group of captains.  We all have our little areas where we all excel.  For example, our Fleet Admiral has a fetish for anything with strong secondaries, and we have a French sub driver who is both deadly and stealthy in how he handles his boats. And another admiral who has the golden touch with all things CV. 

It’s been a while, and I have been learning and growing with these guys.  And we are growing, steadily growing and adding other pirates to this group.  Even merging a couple of other clans into ours, starting our own Federation.”

Grabbing another pastry, Teresa looked at it thoughtfully before taking a bite from it and licking some excess glazing from her lips. "Sounds a lot like what we are doing as well. And have you heard, there is a style of battle that you just need to play?"

Looking up from my juice, raising my eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, and what might that be, my dear sister?"

With a bemused smile on her face, she looked at me in mock surprise. "You seriously have not heard of Asymmetrics, Kel? I find them quite a bit of enjoyment, as we keep stumbling across enemy formations that are more numerically superior but not as strong as us. A lot of fun, actually; many kills are chalked up, and I have had more than a few myself."

"Oh? And here I thought maybe you were going to refer to Clan Battles." Something our Navy is beginning to venture into. I do enjoy the challenge of a good asymmetric battle, but still find myself slightly overwhelmed at times if you are stuck with random teammates. But I have great members in my Navy that are there to lend a hand or an AP shell or 200." Offering Teresa a smile. "As for Clan Battles, those are still a bit in our future, but we are slowly getting there.  Before long, you may end up facing us in a match, my dear sister." I gave her a wolfish smile as I said that.

"You always were a fast learner, Kel, so I will expect great battles when our clans meet.  Heck, even now, the Navies within my clan are undergoing massive reorganization. So it's anyone's guess where things will end up." She shrugged her shoulders as she said this: "But that's what makes everything more exciting, wouldn't you agree?"

"I would indeed, Sis. Life never remains static; like our warships, it just plows ahead through calm weather and raging seas." I let out a sigh and looked at the clock on the bulkhead. "Well, it's starting to get late, sis. Would you like to spend the rest of the evening, and we can catch up on everything that we have been doing?  You're more than welcome to contact your flagship to make arrangements. We will be heading into Leyte to anchor before returning to our base once our "talks" are concluded.  Here, I thought I would have to formally deal with another unknown, and instead it turns out to be my sister.  You really have grown and prospered since we last saw each other; well done."

"We both have Kelly; we both have done quite well, I'd say. And yes, please inform the Zeppelin that I'll be staying for the evening. We have much to catch up on." She said with an impish grin.

12 November 2025

TASK FORCE 32.1

FLAGSHIP: USS ENTERPRISE, Cmdr KaBoom Commanding

LOCATION: LEYTE GULF – ANCHORED

After a long night of stories, laughter, and more than a few pastries, the talks between our two clans were concluded successfully. She and I agreed to conduct a series of joint maneuvers in the coming weeks—part training, part spectacle, and part friendly competition. Teresa, as always, had a knack for making even the most formal negotiations feel like a family reunion with cannons.

This morning, our ships lie quietly at anchor, the sea a perfect mirror under the rising sun. Her flagship, the Graf Zeppelin, rides the swell opposite us, her deck crew waving as our planes pass overhead. It’s strange how yesterday’s mystery fleet can so quickly become tomorrow’s ally.

As for my sister, she’s already back aboard her carrier, no doubt plotting how to best “educate” us in asymmetric and clan warfare. I suspect the next time our fleets meet, we won’t be sitting across a table with pastries—we’ll be aiming at each other across open water, all in good fun, of course.

For now, I’ll take a moment to enjoy the calm, knowing that in this game of steel and salt, today’s friends may be tomorrow’s opponents—but always part of the same grand ocean family.

I would also like to note in my log that Teresa, A.K.A. LadyBlood, conducted herself with distinction and efficiency, representing her Clan with honor. Negotiations concluded amicably, resulting in mutual agreement to pursue combined operations and tactical exercises under controlled conditions in the coming weeks. The intent is to foster improved coordination and goodwill between commands.

Both forces exchanged honors at 08:30 HRS, after which the Graf Zeppelin and her escorts prepared to sortie eastward to continue their patrol. USS Enterprise and accompanying vessels will remain in the area for 24 hours to refuel destroyers and conduct minor maintenance before resuming independent operations.

Morale across the task force remains high following the success of the engagement and the unexpected reunion between myself, representing MAZ6R CLAN, and LadyBlood of Battlestar CLAN. Crew conduct has been exemplary throughout.

This entry concludes the current operation. Task Force 32.1 stands ready for further orders.

– Adm. KaBoom, Commanding Officer

USS ENTERPRISE (CV-6)

Task Force 32.1

Postscript:

Strange how the sea never changes, yet somehow it always brings surprises. Yesterday, I expected a stranger. Instead, I found my sister, a fleet of new allies, and perhaps the beginning of something larger than any of us imagined.

For now, the decks are quiet, and the sun is climbing over the Gulf. The men are at ease, the ships rest easy, and—for once—I think even the ocean itself approves.

— K.

A POETIC MASTERPIECE FROM TERESA LADYBLOOD 

COMMANDER (CMD), 2025

“Sailing the Sea of Fate/Karma!”

7 November 2025

BATTLE GROUP SCHWARZKRONE

FLAGSHIP: KMS GRAF ZEPPELIN, Commodore LadyBlood Commanding

LOCATION: PHILIPPINE SEA

Orders received from High Command to make rendezvous with an allied task force representing another Clan across the ocean. Designation: Task Force 32.1, under command of Adm. KaBoom. Objective: establish diplomatic and operational ties between our fleets.

Our battle group consists of Graf Zeppelin, Scharnhorst, Prinz Eugen, Z-23, and a supporting screen of destroyers. Weather moderate, visibility excellent. I suspect this will be less a meeting of formality and more a test of mutual curiosity. High Command insists the American admiral is “colorful.” I am told the Commander is also my sister, Lady Kaboom

— LadyBlood

9 November 2025

LOCATION: WESTERN PACIFIC APPROACHES

Typhoon remnants delayed our advance by several hours. Seas are heavy but manageable. The men performed admirably—German steel holds steady even when the heavens rage.

Radar contact with multiple surface groups approaching from the east, bearing 080°. Initial identification consistent with American capital ships. Message traffic confirms: it is indeed Enterprise and her escorts.

I have instructed my flag lieutenant to prepare a formal greeting—and an additional crate of our finest coffee. If KaBoom is truly commanding, we may need both diplomacy and caffeine in equal measure.

— LadyBlood

10 November 2025

LOCATION: 300 km EAST OF SAMAR ISLANDS

Visual contact established with Task Force 32.1 at 0640 hours. Formation tight, disciplined, though with the familiar flair of KaBoom’s command—order with a hint of chaos.

I boarded an American TBF Avenger for transfer to the Enterprise at 0730. The pilot, polite but nervous; I suspect carrying an envoy—especially one from a “former” adversary—can do that. Landing smooth, greeted by an ensign who could not decide whether to salute or run.

Moments later, I stepped into the wardroom to find my sister staring as if she’d seen a ghost—or worse, me at family dinner. I admit, I enjoyed that reaction immensely.

Negotiations proceeded swiftly over strong coffee and too many pastries. I briefed her on our recent clan activities, and she—ever the strategist—spoke of her expanding federation of captains, her “navy of misfits and masters.” In truth, I was proud. She had helped to build something formidable, something that could stand beside us, not behind.

— LadyBlood

12 November 2025

LOCATION: LEYTE GULF – ANCHORED

Formal accord achieved between our clans. We will conduct joint operations and asymmetrical engagements for mutual improvement and tactical study.

At 08:30 HRS, both fleets rendered honors. The sight of our ensigns dipping in unison beneath the Philippine sun was a moment worth remembering.

As Graf Zeppelin prepared to depart, I stood on the bridge wing watching the USS Enterprise, aptly named the Grey Ghost, at anchor—sleek, resolute, and just a touch audacious. Typical of Kelly. I suspect our next meeting will be less diplomatic and more... competitive.

For now, our engines are set ahead on a slow and leisurely course east by southeast. Seas calm, morale excellent. Mission accomplished.

— LadyBlood