~Early day before the Operation commenced~
Rome, Sardigna Empire
August 24, 1942
6:30 PM
Denver-856 was currently attending the Banquet with all the Sardigna Empire's High-Ranking Military and Officials. She was wearing a dress that matched the lighting of the chandeliers that illuminated the whole room.
Scylla and Maid Enterprise were at her side as her escorts for the night. She had also brought these two as her security in case something unexpected happened.
Denver-856 let out a muffled grumble, but the two maids accompanying her noticed. "What seems the matter, Mistress Denver?" Scylla asked.
"I'm not comfortable wearing a high-class dress, and I'm not good at handling expensive jewelry, like this necklace," she said with a little frustration.
"Mistress Denver, this jewelry is just there for you to disguise yourself as one of the Wealthy Elites. So the jewelry necklace is proof of your wealth."
Maid Enterprise added, "Mistress, that piece of jewelry is one of the Queen's possessions. We used a real piece to not arouse any suspicions of its authenticity."
"The... fuck ..." was the only word Denver-856 could mutter in total shock at knowing the owner of the jewelry she wore.
Great... totally great. US Military Personnel sometimes lost hundreds of dollars' worth of equipment every time they got into a firefight or ambush. Now, the Queen's piece of jewelry was at her neck, and let's hope she didn't lose it.
She then facepalmed. "Just why, why?" The two Maids tilted their heads in confusion at the odd behavior of their Mistress.
Cmdr. Marco noticed a slight commotion near Dian (Denver-856's codename) and walked toward them to ask about the slight commotion.
"Is everything alright there, Miss Dian?"
Denver-856 turned her attention to him. "Oh, it was nothing, Commander, we're just discussing personal matters," she said innocently.
"Miss Dian, I've told you many times, you can call me by my name."
Denver-856 shifted her attention and tone. "Alright, Marco..." she began, the tone sound genuinely friendly. "I thought you were going to introduce me to the others?"
Cmdr. Marco scratched the back of his head, having forgotten why he had invited her to the banquet. "Oh, my apologies, I forgot about that."
Denver-856 chuckled, a ladylike chuckle as an act. "It seems you've been busy lately. I assumed it's about Azur Lane?"
"Yeah, about that..." Before Cmdr. Marco could fully explain the whole situation, he was cut off by someone's voice calling his name.
"Cmdr. Marco, there you are... Il Duce called you." Vittorio Veneto walked towards them and stopped after noticing the woman the Commander was with.
Denver-856 and her two Maids were on high alert as Vittorio Veneto walked towards them with Shipgirls behind her in tow as escorts.
"Would you like to introduce us to your lady friend there, Commander?" she said, as if Yandere mode had activated.
Cmdr. Marco sweated profusely after noticing the aura that Vittorio Veneto radiated. Denver-856 noticed it and spoke. "Is something wrong, Marco?"
Cmdr. Marco diverted the situation of getting his ass chewed out by Vittorio by introducing her to them. "*coughs* Ma'am, I would like you to meet Dian," he said, gesturing at Denver-856.
"Dian, I would like you to meet Miss Vittorio Veneto," he gestured at Vittorio.
"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Vittorio," Denver-856 said, offering a handshake.
"The honor is mine, Miss Dian," Vittorio said, taking the offered handshake. She then glanced at the Maids, sensing familiarity with them.
The two Maids just acted natural. Denver had ordered them to only wear normal Maid Outfits because their Royal Navy Maid Outfit really stood out.
"My apologies about that. My Maids are kinda new to experiencing social gatherings; they are mostly just my acquaintances in my daily lifestyle," Denver-856 said to lessen the suspicions about her Maids.
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry if I suspected your Maids, Miss Dian."
"It's alright... I encounter this kind of misunderstanding all the time," Denver-856 said with an innocent smile.
"Cmdr. Marco," Vittorio said to get his attention.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Why not introduce our new friend to Il Duce? He might like her," Vittorio said.
"That's quite a good idea, Ma'am."
After that introduction, they were now face to face with Il Duce himself, Musso(Fucken)lini.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Dian. I didn't expect Cmdr. Marco would invite a beauty such as you," the Bald Bastard said himself.
"It's also a pleasure, Il Duce," Denver-856 said, taking the offered handshake.
'Why does it feel like I'm in a doujinshi with a Bald tag along with Rape?' she thought as she shook his hand.
Well, if our Bald Bastard did something unexpected, Sniper Manjuus stationed on the rooftop, hidden in the dark, with their freedom-sized caliber bullets, were ready. This bullet could go deeper than he could go deeper on a woman.
Their conversation was cut off as Kommandant Erica budged in to report about Azur Lane's movement. "We need to talk; it's about Azur Lane's movement in the Indian Ocean."
"Sorry, Miss Dian, I would like to excuse myself," he said and then left. They both entered a closed room to discuss the report.
The Manjuus on the rooftop adjusted their long-range listening devices and listened to the conversation of the two.
"So, that massive build-up of Ground Troops is heading to the Indian Ocean. Where do you think they're heading now?" Mussolini said as he sat on a couch.
Kommandant Erica, in the opposite seat, spoke. "We believe the target is Madagascar."
"Madagascar?"
"Ja. Madagascar. According to our spies in the Royal Navy, Cargo Ships were currently being attacked by Siren Raiders in their sea route in the Indian Ocean."
"I see... they're trying to mount a land invasion on that Island. So what's the problem if Azur Lane istaking care of the pest?"
"Herr Bismarck and The Führer are not afraid of them taking care of the pest. They are afraid of the amphibious force."
"What???" Mussolini was taken a back.
"Azur Lane's Amphibious Forces are growing in numbers and experience in a short amount of time. Herr Bismarck and The Führer both believe that this is only training for their Amphibious Force to gain experience for a Massive Amphibious Assault on Mainland Europe."
Mussolini sank into his seat after hearing that. Azur Lane Ground Forces were literally farming the Sirens in the Southern Pacific and Madagascar for EXP Grind before D-Day.
Kommandant Erica continued, "They are becoming more and more efficient in Amphibious Warfare."
...
~Present Day~
Siren Base front gate, Madagascar
....
Azur Lane Ground Forces, consisting of the Union Army, Royal Army, and Manjuu Marines Amphibious Group, rolled onto the beaches and towards the gates of the Siren Base.
Willy Jeeps with mounted M2 Brownings, and bunches of 18-year-olds doing drive-bys with their jeeps.
"Sirens hidden in the rubble!" one of them pointed out.
"Got it!" The M2 Gunner said, lighting up the hidden position of the Sirens.
"Shit! We need fire support; the Sirens are hiding in the ruined walls of the Base!" The Commanding Officer radioed.
M10A2 Bookers received the call for fire support and aided the Platoon of Union Soldiers, blasting the hidden position with an M1147 AMP Round.
"Alright, Go! Go! Go! Go!"
The Commanding Officer ordered the Troops to storm that hidden position. As the Union Soldiers reached the trenched-like position, they opened fire.
And one of them was equipped with an M2 Flamethrower and started making BBQ with fresh Sirens off the grill on the menu.
ACVs rolled in, spitting .30mm Bullets from their 30mm Automatic Cannon Turret Mounts. Troops rushed out the rear of the vehicle as the rear door went down.
LTV Amtraks also followed, disembarking troops and laying suppressive fire with their mounted .50 cal. M2 Browning.
M10s and M4s slowly rolled in at the pace of the Ground Troops. The 120mm Smooth Bore Cannons and 75mm Guns of the Tanks blew apart every hardened position the Sirens used as cover.
The Infantry beside the rolling Steel Armor shot those still breathing and standing Sirens. Dead Siren Minions littered the whole battlefield as the Ground Forces advanced.
For now, the Ground Forces didn't encounter any opposition to their armor and Naval Bombardment.
An M10 Breacher launched a wire with a C-4 Charge at the dug-in trench line of the Siren Minions. The Angry Play-Dough exploded, taking the lives of the Siren Minions that were dug in.
An M4 Sherman equipped with a bulldozer pushed soil in the intention of burying the entrenched Siren Minions. Many of the Ground Troops really ignored the rules of war, as it was now just a piece of paper, with the vengeful eyes of every man.
The Geneva Checklist/Suggestion was only meant for humans and not some Extraterrestrials invading private property.
"Enemy at the reinforced Bunker, we need Naval Artillery support. Coordination ********."
The 16-inch Guns of New Jersey turned and adjusted their angle of fire. An AP Shell had been loaded for maximum penetration. At the ignition of the primer, the whole gunpowder exploded and pushed a 2,700lbs shell out of the barrel.
The Ground Troops ducked down as soon as they heard the whizzing noise coming closer. In the blink of an eye, the whole reinforced bunker exploded, throwing debris everywhere.
"Yeahhhhh!!!!!"
Everyone cheered after witnessing the whole explosion like a bunch of children watching fireworks on the 4th of July.
"Advance!"
The Major ordered as the remaining reinforced bunkers that the Sirens had built were destroyed.
With the elimination of the bunker, Tanks and any Military Vehicles could now pass through without getting shot at.
Propeller Planes roared in the sky, followed by falling and burning Siren Planes. Azur Lane, with its remaining airborne AWACS Planes, managed to gain aerial superiority. Essex F-35Bs also contributed as AWACS Planes, selecting and guiding the planes to their assigned targets.
At the sandy beach ground, Long Island moved out of the way of the rolling tracks of M4s and M10s heading to the frontlines. Explosions and gunshots reverberated throughout the beach landing, sand quaking slightly as heavy armor and vehicles rolled around.
"Why are we here? We should be on the water," Long Island cried, as she really sucked at Land Warfare.
Wasp released a sigh and spoke, "This is our Mission; we were tasked with giving the Ground Troops Close Air-Support."
"Then why are we on land?!" Long Island then started crying.
"Ha-ha, blame the Sirens for that," Bogue said in a chuckle.
"We should be storming the Siren Base along with Essex, now we have to storm it without her."
"No!!!!!!!!!!"
"Alright, let's storm the Siren Base!" Wasp remarked.
Princeton, Casablanca, Bataan, Bogue, and San Jacinto nodded, ready to storm the Siren Base. But Long Island was the only one lost hope of not getting shot at by the enemy.
"No!!!!!!!! I don't wanna!!!!!!!!!!"
Princeton and Casablanca dragged the whining and crying Long Island.
Time Skip and more explosions
"How's the front, Commander?" Wasp asked the Major.
"Sirens were barricading the walls and the ruined gate. We lost two Tanks to their ambush. Those Sirens used the high ground walls to shoot our tanks at the roof."
"What can we do then?"
The Major pointed at the top of the walls where the Siren Minions were positioned. "I want those Sirens on top eliminated."
Wasp looked where the Major was pointing. "Alright. Let me and the Girls handle this."
The Major nodded. "Alright, I'll leave it in your care."
Wasp and the rest of the Light Carriers launched their planes for CAS (Close-Air-Support) .50 cal. strafed the higher walls, and Laser-Guided Bombs targeted the clustering Siren Minions in cover.
After the elimination of the Siren Minions on top, the Ground Infantry and Armored Vehicles stormed the barricading Siren Minions on the Ground.
Explorer Mk-I and Mk-II of the Executer-Class came out of their hidden positions and started shooting at the advancing Azur Lane Ground Troops.
"Executor Class!!!!!!!!!" one of the Ground Troops shouted.
"Shit!" The Major and the rest of the Ground Troops halted their advance as soon as the Executor-Class showed itself.
The Light Carriers stood their ground and launched more Attack Planes. Bogue threw a baseball that materialized into a 500lbs bomb. Striking one of the Sirens.
Long Island ducked down like the kind of person you shouldn't want to bring into a firefight. She wailed and screamed as the explosion of Bombs and Tank Cannons rang out all around her.
"Danger Close!"
An A-1 Skyraider with its Spicy Jungle Jelly terrorized the Executor-Class Sirens. Napalm rained down, burning everything in its path, leaving a burning inferno below.
Sirens screamed as they were slowly consumed by a burning jelly substance that stuck to their skin. Hail bullets coming from the other side of the broken walls ended their suffering of getting burned alive.
Tank tracks crushed the lying dead Siren Minions as the ground Offensive gained momentum. M10A2 Bookers, with their advanced optics, sniped Siren positions at longer ranges.
120mm APDS or SABOT rounds went deep into any Sirens that stood against their path of penetration. Sometimes, rows of Siren Minions were cut down in large numbers as four M10s laid down suppressive fire with their main guns and coaxial guns.
F4U Corsairs launched from Princeton and Bataan rained down lead and bombs on the exposed cover of the Siren Minions.
As the Ground Troops advanced, a column of M4 Shermans in front of them provided armor and cover.
Unbeknownst to the advancing forces, one remaining air defense laser cannon turned the end of its barrel at them. Without any warning, a column of M4 Shermans was obliterated in a single shot.
"The Sirens had an Anti-Tank Cannon!" the Major radioed.
The Lieutenant looked at the cannon. "No, Sir."
"What?" the Major was confused.
The Lieutenant pointed at the cannon. "That's an Air Defense Laser Cannon! Call the Carriers for Bombs!"
"Got it! We have a Siren Air-Defense Laser Cannon left operational, I repeat. We have a Siren Air-Defense Laser Cannon left operational in the area. It is currently being used as an Anti-Tank Cannon, over!"
"We heard your call, Over," Wasp said over the comms.
"Alright, the Major is asking for an air-strike," she said.
Wasp, Princeton, Bataan, and San Jacinto launched F4U Corsairs armed with 500lbs Bombs. The remaining Air Defense Laser Cannon and the Siren Minions manning it looked up.
Dozens of F4U Corsairs dove down for their bombing run. The Siren Minions hastily adjusted their target from ground to air.
The compressed energy forming at the end of the barrel was released at the dozen diving Corsairs. Because of the hastily fired cannon, the shot only took down a few of the diving Corsairs.
500lbs Bombs rained down on the Siren Air Defense Laser Cannon, obliterating it completely along with the Siren Minions manning it.
"Sir, should we advance?" the Lieutenant asked.
"No," the Major responded.
"Why? The remaining Siren defense is out," the Lieutenant said.
"I don't want to lose any Tank in our hasty advance.... Send a Recon Team. We can't rush our forces into the open if our armor is being picked off one by one by Siren Anti-Tank... our Troops would be left undefended," the Major said.
The Lieutenant agreed with the Major's plan. "I'm sending the recon team to confirm any Siren defenses and ambushes."
After that, the Ground Forces halted their advance. A small contingent of a recon team scouted the corners of the infrastructure inside the Siren Base.
The Recon Team slowly advanced between infrastructure that resembled a hangar and an open field that was an airfield, as airstrips could be seen.
"Siren Air-Field is clear of Sirens," the Leader of the Recon Team radioed.
After that confirmation of no Siren ambushes, Azur Lane Ground Troops rolled in with Infantry and Armor.
"Anything from above?" the Major asked.
"Nothing. There is no movement at the surrounding airfield," Wasp reported, as her recon plane loitered above the Ground Forces.
"Alright.... What about the Siren Command Base?"
"Still the same. The Siren Minions are barricading themselves at the passageway that leads to the Main Base...."
"Prepare the tanks, we're going to push our way through that barricade—" The Major pointed at the sketched map they had from the earlier recon. Before he could fully order everyone about his plan, he was stopped by Wasp.
"Executor-Class is also with the Minions. Strategist Mk-III and Breaker Mk-III in a dozen."
"Damn it!" the Major cursed.
"We can't send our Troops there, Commander. It will be a meat grinder to even fight an Executor-Class... What now, Commander?" the Lieutenant asked.
The Major pondered for a while before giving the right course of action. "Our orders are to storm the Main Base, but without Heavy Air-Support from Modern Planes, we're outmatched...."
He then sat down on one of the ammo crates. "We wait for reinforcements and heavy air-support..."
"I think it's better to rest for a while as we wait for the reinforcements to arrive," the Lieutenant said.
Then someone from behind yelled, "Finally, I can now have some rest!" They looked in that direction and saw Long Island preparing a mattress and pillow inside one of the hangars.
Long Island, with her slow speed and maneuverability, was so tired of all the dodging and ducking as bullets and shells flew through. It also didn't help that she was a shut-in.
"What a shut-in," Bogue muttered in disappointment at Long Island's laziness.
"Well... by the looks of everyone here.... We really need to take some rest," Wasp said.
"By the way... how in the world do you three still have some energy?" the Lieutenant asked the three, as she saw the Independence-Class light Carriers: Princeton, Bataan, and San Jacinto were not out of breath.
The Independence Class was made on the hulls of Cleveland Class Light Cruisers, so running and dodging were like walking in the park to them. Besides, they had been dodging paintball at boot camp like hell on the first day.
The three looked at each other, beckoning one another to respond. Princeton was the only one who spoke on their behalf.
"Well... it's kind of embarrassing to say..." She said, avoiding eye contact.
The Lieutenant was confused as to why they were embarrassed by their capability of dodging all those bullets.
Bogue was the one who revealed what really happened at Boot Camp. "Well, we've been used as target practice."
"Target practice by who?" the Lieutenant asked, intrigued.
The one that used them as the target was Laffey, Laffey 200. Their entire life was like a living hell as they tried to dodge a literal fucking CIWS unit with paintball. And yes, poor Long Island was covered with paintballs thanks to her miserable evasion.
The Lieutenant's jaw dropped after hearing that. The name of Laffey-200 was well known throughout the Azur Lane Alliance for her tendency to give any dumbass a free ticket to the infirmary or worse... the morgue.
To him, hearing these Shipgirls survived being target practice was beyond unthinkable. He had also heard she never missed a shot. Knowing the horror of dodging her attack and surviving was unbelievable.
The Major stood up after a few minutes of rest and addressed the Platoon. "Alright, listen up! Reinforcements are arriving. I want you all to be ready as soon as they arrive. After that, we advance on the Siren Main-Base."
Everyone in the Platoon got up from their resting position as soon as the Major barked the order.
Long Island was still on her mattress and had no intention of getting up after hearing the barking orders. Bogue was the one to fetch her.
"You heard the orders, we're heading out," she said, arms on her hips.
"No.... go away... shoo, shoo, I'm sleeping," Long Island said, waving her hands to signal her to go away.
Bogue had enough of her laziness and grabbed her by both feet, dragging her out of the hangar. As Long Island was being dragged off.
"No!!!!!!" she pleaded as she was dragged out of the hangar.
One M4E8 Sherman rolled in front of the waiting Major. That Sherman had a logo on the side of its turret that looked like a Shield with lightning in the middle and "Saunders" written on the ribbon.
A blond woman in her teens popped out of the commander's cupola to talk to the Major who was waiting. The said woman was wearing a US Army Jacket in army green.
"Lieutenant Kay, I want you and your Platoon of tanks to support our remaining tanks spearheading at the Siren barricade."
The Major pointed at the sketch map in hand and then at the dense Siren Defenses. "We're also waiting for air support. If the aerial bombardment ceases, all the tanks will rush at the disoriented Siren Defenses."
"Copy that, Major," Lieutenant Kay nodded.
The Lieutenant asked curiously, "I thought this Platoon had one of those 'Modern Tanks'?" he said with a quoting fingers.
"Well, all the M10s and ACVs were relocated to the other side of the Siren Base."
"Why the relocation?"
"One of the scout teams discovered a Siren Research Building, and because of that... all the Manjuu Marines, Union Army, and Royal Army brigades are currently storming it." She said with a shrug.
The Major spoke, "No wonder why our current Air-Support was few in numbers."
Their conversation was cut off as a flurry of propeller plane sounds emanated above them. They all looked up, and it was all SBDs armed with Laser-Guided Bombs.
"The air-support is in the air," Wasp said.
"Alright, get everyone ready, we're moving in!" The Major barked.
"Right!"
After the SBDs rained steel on the barricaded Siren Defenses, M4 Shermans rolled in and started blasting with their 75mm Cannons.
"RELOAD! RELOAD!!!!" Lieutenant Kay started shouting.
"I'm doing it, damn it!" Felicia also shouted. She then shoved an HE Shell into the 75mm Gun.
"Fire!"
At that order, a group of Siren Minions exploded into smidgens.
"Enemies at the walls on the right!"
"Right, on it," Naomi said, adjusting the elevation of the gun and the turret.
"Fire!"
Lieutenant Kay grabbed the handle of the M2 Browning in front of her commander's cupola. She squeezed the butterfly trigger and started laying suppressive fire.
"Helmet-Chan, advance," she ordered.
Helmet-Chan, the driver, pushed the pedal to the middle as their M4 Sherman maneuvered through the fallen debris on the road.
"School-Girl, open suppressive fire," she ordered the hull-mounted gunner to shoot any Siren Minions on the ground with the .30 cal. machine gun.
"On it, on it!" School-Girl, the hull-mounted gunner, said.
"Enemy at the left!"
Naomi, the gunner, aligned the sight of the tank on their target as she waited for the order.
"Fire!"
The force of the explosion that propelled the 75mm Shell, weighing 2lbs and flying at a speed of 2,000 Feet per second, made the whole tank recoil.
Then the chaotic crew of the tank plowed its way through the Siren barricade along with the M4 Shermans. Infantry from the rear started firing their rifles at walls where Sirens could be hiding.
The booming cannons of the M4 Shermans and their mounted .50 cal., joined by the infantry with their rifles, reached a crescendo of firepower.
The whole scene was like that in the Movie: Fury, as a Platoon of Sherman Tanks faced a dug-in German ambush position with an anti-tank gun, with a flurry of tracer rounds hitting the hulls of each advancing Tank.
Trench lines and any makeshift cover used by the Siren Minions were all ablaze as one Soldier equipped with an M2 Flamethrower started lighting up the dug-in positions.
Union Soldiers equipped with M4A1 Carbines started shooting the still-breathing Siren Minions that were left ablaze by the Flamethrower.
Wasp, Princeton, Bataan, San Jacinto, and Casablanca jumped to the front to face the remaining Executor-Class (Breaker Mk-II and Strategist Mk-II) that survived the Air-Strike.
Bogue and Long Island stayed behind the cover of Infantry and Armor. They were there to provide air cover for the assaulting force.
Wasp pulled the strings of her bow and aimed it at one of the Breaker Mk-II. Upon release of the string, the arrow propelled forward and struck her target in the chest.
Princeton, Bataan, San Jacinto, alongside Casablanca, launched their Planes to contest the four Strategist Mk-IIs for aerial supremacy.
Ground Troops and Tanks supported the battle by raining a hail of lead at the Executor Class Sirens.
The Strategist Mk-IIs lost focus as a hail of lead showered them. The Girls saw a window of opportunity and finished them off.
As the four remaining Executor-Class exploded, a flurry of cheers from the Ground Troops lifted the mood of the horrors of the battlefield, as the now-feared beings that terrorized humanity could be killed with sheer determination.
"Victory is ours!" Lieutenant Kay announced over the comms of her Tank. "Now, advance!"
After the elimination of the remaining threat, Azur Lane Ground Forces stormed the Main Base of Operation of the Siren in the whole Indian Ocean.
A flurry of gunshots and continuous rifle fire rang out inside the Siren Main Base. Small explosions like grenades and C-4s joined the already noisy infrastructure.
Wasp, along with the other Light Carriers, stormed in. They were not alone, as they were accompanied by a small team of Foot Soldiers.
Bataan looked around to find any weapon she could use, but luckily she stumbled upon a weapon that was so deadly that it was banned from any wars. The weapon of "Mass Morale Destruction" was that of Slipper (Don't ask how it got there). One hit from this weapon you're dead.
She picked-up like the perfect weapon for her, the aura it emanates shimmers. Everyone was staring at her, wondering why she was holding a deadly and Legendary Weapon to deal with the Sirens. But they all ended up with the same conclusion: she was going to use it as a throwing weapon.
As they navigated through the hallway of the Siren Main Base, one of the Siren Minions poked its head out to look for any intruder.
Bad luck for her, as the first person who saw her head poking out was Bataan, wielding the legendary weapon. We already know what was going to happen next, and I am here to tell you.
Bataan threw it like a Guided Weapon aiming on its target, the Slipper spins in the air as gaining its momentum, like bullet to the head, the Siren was Headshot on the forehead, making it fall to the ground unconscious.
Everyone around her jaw dropped, or couldn't believe, just a single Slipper on the Siren's head was enough to put it into coma. They all just stared at her in disbelief.
"Umm???? What?" She asked why everyone was looking at her like that.
"Uh.... we just didn't see you do that before," Wasp said.
Bataan scratched the back of her head. "Sorry, it's just in my heritage," she said, smiling.
"A Slippers-Headshot on someone's head, huh?" San Jacinto mused.
"Yup, I don't want to know what the other heritages was." Wasp said.
...
Siren Research Facility
M10A2 Bookers' 120mm Main-Guns and their APFS Rounds plowed their way through the heavily fortified Siren Defenses, accompanied by a crescendo of .50 cal. M2 Brownings and 40mm Mk-19s mounted on the CROWS of each ACV firing.
Madjuu Mattis bitch-slapped one of the Union Army Captains for ducking instead of returning fire at a dug-in Siren Defense.
He started squeaking, then barking. "You fucking Pussies, the enemies are at the front! What are you waiting for? FUCKING CHRISTMAS!"
That Union Army Captain, along with his Soldiers, was dumbfounded by the squeaking Yellow Chicken, squeaking and throwing a tantrum like a child.
Madjuu Mattis grabbed the radio comms and squeaked—I mean, barked. "Send the goddamn Assault Breacher here, now! I want to flatten this piece of shit of a place."
After a few minutes of waiting, an M10 Assault Breacher rolled in and slowly opened the top of its rear turret, revealing a cluster of angry play-dough/C-4 roped together.
M10A2 Bookers laid down suppressive fire for the M10 Assault Breacher to launch the 'whip of death' at the Siren Fortified line.
An M58 Mine Clearing Line Charge (MICLIC) was shot into the sky and landed at the entrenched Siren Defenses. MICLICs are meant to detonate or erase any landmines, but there were no landmines, only Sirens.
And we all know who was about to get erased from existence with the power of explosive plastic.
Madjuu Mattis watched the firecrackers that went boom at the Siren defense with glee. After the smoke settled, M10s rushed in, guns blazing.
Marine Manjuus jumped at the remaining Siren Minions that survived that big blast from the Marine Manjuus. Marine Manjuus, with their warcrime sticks, started blasting those in the trenches with musket balls.
"Executor-Class on sight! They were protecting the doors of the Facility."
Madjuu Mattis grabbed the radio comms and squeaked. "Contact New Jersey for Tomahawk Strike!"
The remaining Executor-Class held their ground to delay the advancing Azur Lane Ground Forces, giving time to destroy the evidence of their experiments inside the facility.
Unbeknownst to the Sirens defending that Research Facility, Manjuu Marines didn't care about any collateral damage as long as it meant finishing the job in no time.
Tomahawk Missiles rained down like a meteor and devastated the line of the defending Sirens. The whole Research Facility wasn't targeted, but the shockwave from the explosion shook the entire Facility.
"WASTE THE MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!" Madjuu Mattis squeaked—I mean, barked.
M10A2 Bookers and ACVs continued the relentless hail of American Freedom at the heavily injured and mangled Sirens on the ground.
One M10 ran out of rounds to shoot at the standing Executor-Class and did a Banzai Charge at the said Siren. That M10 Booker rammed that Siren into the Facility's walls to pin it down.
That Siren coughed up blood after her lower and upper chest were rammed into a wall by a 40+ Ton so-called "TANK."
The Common Remote Control Weapon System adjusted its sight at the pinned-down Siren. That Siren looked at the camera lens of the CROWS as if it were staring directly into her eyes.
That Siren's eyes widened in horror as the end of the barrel of the .50 cal. Maduce stared down at her. She was about to open her mouth to scream, but it was all put to a stop as a burst of .50 cal. rounds ended her misery.
Siren Blood splattered on the walls and the front hall of the Booker. The head of that Siren was totally gone, and the only thing remaining was the crushed lower half and headless upper half.
Our Family Friendly Yellow Chickens wouldn't do such things to any living creature until they heard the news of the Siren's experiments on captured Humans. This Research Facility was their main target to see if they could save those who were victims of the said experiments.
"This is Colonel Madjuu Mattis, the Siren Research Facility defenders were wiped out. We're now storming the said Facility, over."