Philippine Sea
Sep 15, 1942
3:30 Pm
USS Jack H. Lucas, DDG-125, an Arleigh Burke Class Destroyer, cleaved through the vast, azure expanse of the Pacific, maintaining its cruising speed towards its destination.
A flotilla of cruisers, including Cleveland Class Light Cruisers, and other warships accompanied it, forming a protective screen against any unseen threats. The ocean stretched out in all directions, a canvas of deep blue, broken only by the whitecaps left in the wake of the powerful warship.
Inside the Destroyer's CIC, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Lucas, his expression serious, stood alongside the Cleveland Sisters, their attention focused on the large tactical display screen.
The V-Bat drone camera provided a live feed from Taal Volcano, zooming in on the crater entrance, which was now a gruesome tableau of Siren corpses. The sight, though disturbing, was not entirely unexpected. They had witnessed similar scenes during their engagements with the Siren Forces.
Lucas whistled softly, observing the carnage on the screen. "That's quite a chaos you made there," he muttered to himself, a hint of grim admiration in his voice.
"Not a surprise there," Columbia said, her tone matter-of-fact. "Especially when they had a Battleship on their side, tearing through their lines."
Lucas held his chin, his brow furrowed in thought. "Yes. You're right... but this kind of assault is uncharacteristic of his. It feels... too personal."
"What do you mean?" Columbia asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Lucas pointed at the mangled Siren corpses on the screen. "Look. Those severed Siren parts were made by a Cleaving Blade. And not just any Cleaving Bolo. The precision, the depth of the cuts... it's the work of someone with exceptional skill."
Columbia leaned forward, her eyes tracing the lines of destruction. "Yeah... that looks like made by a Cleaving Blade... who would have done that?"
Their conversation was interrupted by a sharp, electronic squeal from one of the Aegis Radar Operators (Manjuu). The operator's voice, usually calm and measured, was now laced with urgency. "Massive energy signatures detected, bearing zero-nine-zero, altitude variable. Multiple contacts, sir."
They turned their attention to the radar screen, which now displayed a chaotic cluster of blips, pulsating with ominous intensity. The blips were concentrated above Taal Volcano, indicating a significant concentration of enemy forces.
The drone camera, still transmitting its feed, zoomed in on the source of the radar contacts. A blinding surge of purple light erupted from the volcano's crater, momentarily overwhelming the camera's sensors. Then, a burst of static filled the screen as the Sirens activated their jamming systems, attempting to disrupt communications. Just before the feed was completely lost, the drone managed to capture a fleeting glimpse of the scene: a chaotic mass of Siren Forces, ranging from the towering silhouettes of Executor-class elites to the swarming forms of Siren Minions. And at the center of this chaotic assembly, a bizarre, one-eyed tentacle creature floated in the air, its single red eye swiveling towards the drone, a malevolent intent radiating from its gaze. A beam of concentrated plasma energy lanced out, striking the drone, and the feed abruptly cut out.
Lucas snapped to attention, his voice sharp and decisive. "Weapons Commander, prepare a Tomahawk Strike. Get the precise coordinates of those Siren positions. We don't want to destroy the entrance along with our allies."
The Meowfficer Weapons Commander saluted with its paws, his movements precise and efficient. "Coordinates being acquired, sir. Tomahawk Missiles standing by." He relayed the order to the Weapons Operator, who began inputting the coordinates into the missile control system.
"Get the helos airborne, now!" Lucas ordered, his voice echoing through the CIC. "Columbia, take your sisters and provide close-air support. We're going in hot."
Columbia and her sisters, their expressions grim, sprinted towards the CIC hatch, their footsteps echoing through the narrow corridors as they raced towards the aft helipad.
"Coordinates are set and awaiting permission to fire," the Weapons Operator announced.
Lucas gave the authorization. "Fire."
Five hinged doors of the Mk-41 Vertical Launching System (VLS) Cells swung open, revealing the sleek, metallic canisters housing the Tomahawk Missiles. With a thunderous roar, the VLS Cell exhaust ports erupted in a fiery blast, and the missiles launched, their powerful engines propelling them skyward.
The missiles ascended, their wings unfolding mid-flight, and they streaked towards their programmed targets, their guidance systems locked onto the Siren positions.
Two MH-60 Seahawks, their rotors beating a powerful rhythm, lifted off from the helipad. Onboard were Columbia, Denver, Birmingham, and Biloxi, fully equipped with standard infantry gear and their M27-IAR Rifles.
The situation on the ground was clearly critical, necessitating the deployment of the MH-60 Seahawk DAP (Direct Action Penetrator) variant for close-air support.
After a half-hour flight over the vast, shimmering expanse of the Philippine Sea, the lush greed foliage, then verdant slopes of Taal Volcano came into view.
"We're approaching the drop zone, ETA five minutes," the Pilot announced over the onboard comms, his voice steady and professional. The imposing silhouette of the island volcano loomed in the center of the lake, a stark reminder of the battle raging within.
The Co-Pilot triggered the GAU-19 Rotary Cannon mounted on the sides and wing pylons. The Seahawks swooped in, unleashing a devastating hail of .50 caliber rounds and AGM-114 Hellfire Missiles upon the Siren forces below. The ground erupted in a series of explosions, the air filled with the acrid smell of smoke and the sharp crack of gunfire.
The Pilot expertly maneuvered the Seahawk into position for deployment, and ropes were lowered. Columbia and her sisters slid down, their movements swift and practiced. They activated their riggings, the intricate mechanisms unfolding with a whirring sound, and unleashed a barrage of fire from their rifles and 6-inch triple-gun turret riggings.
Lafayette's team, spotting the incoming support, returned fire with renewed vigor. Their automatic weapons and turret guns added to the cacophony of battle, creating a wall of lead that tore through the Siren lines.
Langley and Unicorn launched their aircraft, now operating outside the confines of the facility. SBD Dauntless Dive Bombers, their engines roaring, rained down a storm of lead and bombs upon the Siren Forces, their attacks precise and devastating.
Explosions erupted across the crater, accompanied by the staccato bursts of gunfire. F4F Hellcats, launched from Langley's deck, engaged the Siren planes attempting to intercept the Seahawks providing close-air support. The skies above Taal Volcano became a chaotic ballet of death, with planes twisting and turning, their guns blazing.
One F4F Hellcat, pursued a fleeing Siren plane, engaging in a high-stakes dogfight over Taal Lake. Bullet trails traced across the water's surface, marking the path of the aerial duel.
A burst of .50 caliber rounds tore through the Siren plane's wings, sending it spiraling down into the depths of Taal Lake, where it crashed in a fiery explosion, leaving a plume of smoke and debris on the water's surface.
The situation on the ground was a chaotic maelstrom, with gunfire and plasma cannons erupting in a dazzling display of destructive energy. Modern firearms, with their superior rate of fire and accuracy, overwhelmed the Siren's plasma weaponry, creating a relentless barrage that pinned the enemy down.
California, wielding her M240 Bravo and unleashing the devastating firepower of her triple-gun turret rigging, carved a swath of destruction through the enemy ranks. The hail of lead from her M240 Bravo mowed down Siren minions in droves, providing a relentless barrage of suppressive fire that allowed her allies to advance.
The Siren minions, caught in the crossfire, were unable to mount an effective counterattack. Machine-gun fire and battleship bombardments decimated their numbers, turning their ranks into a bloody, mangled mess.
A Tracker Mk-III, its form sleek and deadly, emerged from the smoke, attempting to flank California. However, a pair of F4F Hellcats, diving in for a strafing run, intercepted the Siren construct. The burst of .50 caliber rounds tore through the Tracker Mk-III's armor, halting its advance and forcing it to retreat.
Tracker Mk-III looked up, its single eye widening as it spotted a figure leaping from one of the Hellcats, diving straight towards it. "You," it hissed, its voice a distorted, electronic rasp, recognizing the distinctive profile of the aircraft.
Bataan lunged towards Tracker Mk-III, her two bolo blades glinting in the light, her intent clear: to cleave her head off, just as she had done to one of the Executor-class elites.
Her attempt to decapitate Tracker Mk-III was thwarted as the Siren activated her force field at the last moment, a shimmering barrier deflecting the deadly strike.
"Going for the head eh...." Tracker Mk-III taunted, its voice laced with mockery.
Bataan lunged back, preparing for another attack. Tracker Mk-III deactivated her force field and unleashed a barrage of plasma cannon fire, the glowing projectiles streaking towards Bataan.
Bataan spun the ropes attached to her bolo Blades, creating a whirling shield that deflected the incoming projectiles. The plasma bolts were cut off and deflected by the spinning Bolo Blades, like Wade Wilson with his Katanas, sending sparks flying.
Tracker Mk-III continued to open fire with her Plasma Cannon at Bataan, as she tried to worn-out her stamina from spinning her two Bolo blades. She knew Bataan couldn't keep spinning those two Bolo blades forever, as she simultaneously open fire at her.
"Bold of you charging me alone!" Tracker Mk-III shouted.
Bataan also knew that she couldn't keep her two Bolo blades from spinning forever and she needed to do something very quick before the momentum of the spinning died down.
"You think I'm alone!" Bataan retorted.
Unbeknownst to Tracker Mk-III, Saint Louis dashes out of the dust cloud and into her, the swift movement totally caught her off-guard.
Saint Louis bear down her the blade of her polearm to the unaware Siren. Tracker Mk-III move out of the way of the blade, the blade took one of her Plasma Cannon, rendering her of attack.
"Damn you." Tracker Mk-III receded, back as she cursed. She glanced-up seeing her cut Plasma Cannon.
"Took you long enough." Bataan said, her breath ragged.
"Sorry took me long enough... I got carried away by the attacking Siren Minions." Saint Louis explained her tardiness.
"Two against one that sounded like a fair fight." Tracker Mk-III said, breaking the sudden tension. Out with one Plasma Cannon, she had to tango with them.
"Ready?" Saint Louis asked.
"Yes." Bataan swiftly reply.
The Dashes forward, weapons in hand. Tracker Mk-III activated her defense.
Saint Louis used her Polearm, slamming it at the placed defense of Tracker Mk-III, the Force-Field stood, but was pushed at the sheer force coming at the attack that Saint Louis had unleashed. The force was that great that it shatters it completely.
Bataan didn't waste any chances of the Siren's broken defense, she threw a swing. The Bolo Blade from her right hand went through Tracker Mk-III's neck, as it was cleaved - cut clean.
The two had a brief moment of staring at each other's eyes like it was trying to convey a message. Tracker Mk-II's eyes if filled with disbelief, as she was finished off by a Light Carrier with its Bolo Blade have her neck. Tears fell from her eyes as her defeat was humiliating.
Bataan's eyes are filled with anger and revenge, as she harbors those people's gilt and grit that were left behind to die in Bataan Peninsula, now she carries those people's will and revenge against the Sirens. At this battle, it is not just a mission. it was personal to her.
She prepared for years to return and revenge on those people who entrusted her name. Now she had returned back on the land of her namesake, she would finish off what those people couldn't finish.
"I'm dead." Is the only word Tracker Mk-III uttered before her head fell off from its body and rolled down in the middle of the crater of the Volcano.
Bataan and Saint Louis watches Tracker Mk-III's head roll down, many of the Siren Minions in the area saw the rolling head, and got scared and immediately dispersed.
"Is it over?" Saint Louis asked about her burgeoning desire of revenge.
Bataan looked at the glinting blade of her Bolo, her reflection visible. "Yes... I think so."
After that silence, the two turned her attention to the Siren Creature with one red eye and multiple white tentacles. That creature is currently being engaged by the two MH-60 Seahawks equipped with GAU-19 and Hellfire Missile, as the speaker system of the two Seahawks blasted "Ride of the Valkyrie" on its speaker system.
The sound was audible even though the defining sound of gunshots and explosives permeated the area, but the angelic music that the two Helicopters were really meant for this kind of occasion.
The two helicopters flew around the Creature like trying to annoy it as the two strafed it as it conducted a flyby around it. GAU-19 Rotating Gatling Cannon strafed the Creature to the point of annoyance.
To the Creature's annoyance, it fires a laser beam at its eye targeting one of the Seahawk on its vicinity of sight. The Pilot (Manjuu) skillfully maneuvered the Seahawk as it gripped and pulled the stick controlling the Heli tightly.
One of the Seahawk flew by and launched two AGM-114 Hellfire Missiles at the Creature, the Creature shrieked in pain as the armor-piercing explosive charge of the Missile penetrated the Creature's skin.
The Pilot watches the explosion of the two Hellfire Missiles, as the explosion reflected on the Pilot's Helmet visor. The Door-Gunner (Manjuu) fires a suppressive fire with its GAU-21 Machinegun that is bolted on the side opening.
"Outstanding Eagle2, get you a case of beer on that one." the Pilot of the Seahawk that almost got hit by Laser Beam radioed at the other Seahawk Pilot.
"Copy that Eagle1." The other Pilot radioed.
The Two Seahawk flew in a circle above the Siren Creature and deposited all of its load of lead down below like it was fucking Vietnam, as the Door-Gunner really liked the job of shooting shit down below.
As the skies above is chaotic as the ground. Langley, Unicorn, Laffey-459, Eldridge, Javelin, Ayanami, Yuudachi, Shigure, Yukikaze and Hamman along with the Manjuus helped the evacuation of the Rescued People out of the chaotic battle that is going on at the crater.
Inflatable Boats were boarded by the rescued people and Manjuus, the Girls jumped on the water as they provided cover and protection at the Inflatable Boats.
"Finally, water," Shigure exclaimed, as her ability to launch a torpedo on the ground hindered her purpose.
Langley's and Unicorn's Aircraft provide air-cover above as they evacuate the Island Volcano.
~Back at the Taal Volcano~
Lafayette engages one of the Humanoid Sirens, as the two engage with missile barrage and naval gunfire. Lafayette's ECMs provide cover for the rest, and hinder any Siren's ability to contact for any reinforcements.
RIM-116 Rolling Air-Frame Missile and CLaWS are engaging the Siren Missile that was fired at him in quick succession like a saturation attack. He returns fire with his MK-110 Naval Gun and Naval Strike Missiles.
Oceana Mk-III fires a barrage of AA Fire to shoot down the incoming Missile, she manages to shoot down a few, of those NSMs that manage to survive the incoming fire get intercepted by the force field and explode.
As the NSMs were used at the Siren Force Field, Lafayette fired 2 Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block V at the stationary Siren. The explosion of the 2 Tomahawk Missiles broke through the Force Field, and the subsequent explosion took down Oceana Mk-III in a fiery fireball that engulfs her.
The explosion also took down the closer Sirens in the area of the explosions. Columbia, Cruiser Denver, Montpelier, Birmingham and Biloxi open fire with their arsenal at the still-standing line of Siren Minions that were battered with gunfire.
The Siren Minion may be getting cut down in numbers but their aims and proficiency in using infantry weapons in ground combat. The Siren Minions in their previous encounter had the worst aim comparable to any Stormtrooper's aim.
Now the Siren Minion are fighting back in proficiency, as they return fire in a swift and continuous, like a suppressive fire.
The Cleveland Sisters jumped into cover, as the Siren suppressive fire outnumbered them. The sisters jump into a ditch to avoid the hail of plasma fire.
"Whoa, when did they get proficient in returning fire!" Birmingham exclaimed, as she landed inverted at the ditch.
"Recently." Columbia said in tease.
The sisters groaned at Columbia's teasing habit. For them, this is not the time for teasing as they were pinned down by Siren fire.
"Shit! We can't fire directly." Montpelier said, as dust and debris flew at their faces from the Siren fire.
"We can fire at them directly." Columbia muttered to herself. "But...."
"But what???" her sisters asked, as a light bulb formed at Columbia's head.
"Let's give them indirect fire instead." She said while raising an index finger. "Prepare for artillery fire!"
The Cleveland Sisters position themselves 180 degrees, their 6-inch Triple-Guns Turret Rigging pointed up like they were conducting artillery fire.
"Fire!'
The 6-inch triple-gun Turret Riggings opened up like a volley of lines of artillery firing in sequence, the trajectory of the 6-inch shells goes-up and fell down at the line of Siren Minions as predicted.
The unpredicted falling 6-inch shells got the Siren Minions off-guard, as a rain of steel rained down at their lines like an entire artillery battalion was raining down fire at them. Explosion, dust, debris and body parts flew everywhere from the explosion.
The Cleveland Sister jumps off the ditch after releasing a volley of artillery fire. As they all jump out, guns and triple-gun turrets rigging blazed in fury as they return automatic fire at the panicking Siren lines.
The Cleveland Sisters chant "Orahhhh!" as they all run toward the fire, guns blazing.
USS Jack H Lucas fires another second Tomahawk Strike at the Sirens, this time his target is that One Eye Tentacle Creature floating above the Island Volcano that is currently being engaged by his two Seahawk Helicopters.
The 10 Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block V cruises above the ocean surface to avoid detection, the terrain mapping system of the missile goes to work as it follows the terrain map that was installed in its navigation system.
At the Taal Volcano
The two MH-60 Seahawk flew in circle around the Creature, as it tormented it its strafing run. The four GAU-19s attached to its side and wing pylons lit up.
The Creature is not hurt with a lead of fire that the strafing run that the two Helicopter conducted, the only weapon that manages to hurt it, is the armor-piercing charge of the AGM-114 Hellfire Missile. But that doesn't mean the creature wasn't annoyed at the two Helis flying like flies.
Down below, Lafayette lit up all of his guns varying from any caliber to shoot down the one-eye tentacle creature floating above them. Guns didn't work as the Creature's skin was made-up of an armor plate as bullets bounced-off and ricocheted like it was nothing.
It left him no choice but to bring it down with missiles, to his calculation he needed a bigger explosive warhead to bring it down completely. Four hinged doors of his VLS Cells opened, and at the sealed canisters 4 SM-2 Standard Missiles flew out, and soared into the sky.
The 4 SM-2 curved its trajectory to hit the Creature above from its side, the Creature then screeched in pain as the 4 Air-to-Air Missile impacted simultaneously on its side. The Creature loses it means to hover and slowly falls from the sky.
Everyone below runs to get out of the way of the falling Tentacle Creature from above, The Cleveland Sisters move out of the way of the falling Creature.
The Siren Minions on the other hand failed to notice the darkening sky above them, as they all engrossed fighting the Cleveland Sisters. They all failed to react quickly and move out of the way of the falling Creature got all squashed from its fall.
The two Seahawk didn't stop raining lead at the fallen Creature, as it was demobilized on the ground, it also fired it remaining AGM-114 Hellfire Missile at the Creature.
"Danger Close, Danger Close. Incoming tomahawk strike at grid coordinate. Estimated time of impact 5-mins. All Friendly Troop within the area of the impact area. I repeat. Danger Close, Danger Close."
The radio comms warned every Shipgirls inside the Volcano Crater about the incoming Tomahawk Strike.
And without a do, everyone evacuated as they all ran for dear lives. The Cleveland Sisters run for dear lives as they traverse the steep climb out of the crater, at the edge of the crater they all jump in a sequence that can be only seen in action movies.
Lafayette, Bataan, California and Saint Louis jumps from the steep volcanic crater and jump off like the Cleveland Sister.
The two MH-60 Seahawk bailed out as they too were vulnerable to the flying debris from the simultaneous explosion of Tomahawk Missile.
The Siren Minions that manage to survive the falling Creature, didn't notice the incoming danger, one thing leaves to another the whole Taal Volcano's crater is engulfed in a fiery explosion as the 10 Tomahawk Cruise Missile explodes simultaneously.
To top it all off, another explosion resonates inside the underground Siren Facility built inside the crater. The explosive charge that the Beaver Squad planted at the Facility's foundation goes off as the timer reaches zero.
Now to any of those who had zero clue as to what was going on inside the Volcano, the Taal Volcano prematurely erupted as black smoke and explosions happened simultaneously inside the Volcano's crater.
Burning rock and volcanic ashes spewed out of the Volcano's crater as it is continuous to erupt. Lightning formed above the volcano as it erupted, the eruption was followed by a 3.5-magnitude earthquake.
Madafakas just saved the Philippines from the Siren threat, by blowing-up one of its volcanoes. The Americans with their big-bang,
At the shores of Taal Lake
Langley along with the other Shipgirls along with the Manjuus and the people they rescued, were all mouth-gapped and horrified at the sight they had all just witnessed.
"What the hell did you do!!!!!!!!!!"
Langley screamed to her lungs as the eruption of one of the Philippine volcanoes meant poor health with the locals of the Philippines in hiding in the forest.
It also didn't help the fact that Volcanic ashes can kill any plant they deposited in, and the ashes were also bad for the people's heath when it got inhaled.
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Manila (Former Capital of the Philippines)
Eagle Union Army Soldiers stop from their daily routine of off-loading cargos and equipment from the Cargo Ships at the Manila Port, they look up to see the rising dark cloud followed by lighting at the south of the former Capital.
They all stood and watched the rising dark smoke cover the blue sky in the south, the dark clouds were horrifying enough to those who didn't see an actual volcano erupting, the scary part was the followed up lightning at the dark smoke.
The lighting in combination with the dark smoke rising, gives everyone a dark premonition and a horrifying amalgamation of theories and thoughts of what really happens there.
Some think of it as a Siren Weapon being activated to kill them all, and some of the religious ones think it was an act of god.
Gen. McArthur and other Army Officers look out of the command tent that the Army erected to command the current operation going-on in the Philippines.
"What the... fuck... they did... there?" Gen. McArthur couldn't speak properly, as his eyeballs were fixated on the rising black smoke coming from the premature eruption of Taal Volcano.
"Did they just take down the Siren Facility along with the Volcano?" one of the Officers spoke.
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CIC Room, USS Jack H Lucas DDG-125.
Lucas looked at one of the screens in CIC room to have a real-time overview above the Island volcano, the thing that he and his Meowfficers didn't expect the grander fire explosion. That explosion is the premature eruption of the Taal Volcano.
Lucas' brows twitch mouth gapped in horror, beside him are the Meowfficers with their tails straightened up along with their fur in terror. One of them drops a placard that got everyone's attention as it echoed in the silence of the CIC Room.
Lucas uttered. "Can we really report this.... I mean, this shit required a whole page of a book to report." He then glances at his Commander (Meowfficer).
His Commander looks like his soul leaves his body after watching the eruption of the Volcano after the Tomahawk Missile Strike. The Commander stood there with no muscle, nor slight breathing, his totally out of action.
The unexpected eruption of Taal Volcano will be on every front page of every newspaper all over the Alliance, if this fuckery leaked out. The Journalist and Media will have a field day at Azur Lane headquarters to have the scoop for their news agencies.
The Philippines was saved by the Task Force led by the Americans to end the remaining Siren threat residing on the island nation. They saved the country in exchange, they accidentally awakened a dormant volcano. And now the fall out of the eruption will affect the livelihood of the locals near the Capital greatly.
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White House, Oval Office 8:00 PM
FDR held his brows after reading the report coming from Langley at their current mission in the Philippines. By the looks of the angle of his wrinkled forehead and twitching brows, it was not as good as everyone had hoped.
They hoped that their operation in the Philippines would be a walk in the park, as Azur Lane Alliance controlled the sea after the Sirens decided to retreat in the dark. That walked-in the park ended up in a disaster, to say the least.
Yes, the Siren threat in the Philippines was eliminated, and now another disaster emerged – the eruption of Taal Volcano. The eruption of the Taal Volcano could totally hinder their operation in the area, as they didn't have any idea when was the Taal Volcano would have ceased its eruption.
If the eruption didn't stop for months, the whole ruined and former Capital Manila will be filled with volcanic ashes that were harmful to humans.
Gen. Eisenhower spoke, as the heavy sighing coming from the President was audible inside the Oval Office, as seconds ticked. "Looks like Miss Enterprise's prediction came true, Sir. The Eruption of Taal Volcano is predictable as the Siren used the Volcano in their failed safe situation."
"I know," FDR responded. "I'd expected it too.... But I didn't expect this kind of eruption would reach several kilometers of damage."
Adm. King covers his mouth as slight chuckles come out from him after he also reads the report, the whole report can be read as a satire.
"I can't really believe that they made a volcano erupt.... I really can't hold myself from laughing at this." He said, as he held off his laugh.
Washington's lips also curve upward as she too is laughing at Langley's frantic written report.
FDR let the report rest at his table, as he waited for another report about the last remaining Siren Facility located inside Siberia, Northern Parliament. And the envoys the Azur Lane Alliance has sent to conduct diplomatic talks with the Northern Parliament Government.
"Is there any news about the envoys we sent to Northern Parliament?" FDR asked.
Washington flips another report paper in her hand, as she flips through papers of documents. She reads the report after finding it at the bottom.
"Based on the report, Miss Bunker Hill reached the Royal Isle to rendezvoused with the Royal Navy's Home Fleet, which was led by Miss Hood and Miss Wales. Currently, right now they were enroute to the North Sea."
Washington pauses a bit as she reads the last paragraph of the report. "Umm.... It seems that some few Iron Blood Submarines tailing behind at the Home Fleet, as it sailed passed the North Sea."
"So the Iron Blood sent a scouting Submarine to tail the Home Fleet that is heading to Northern Parliament." Adm. King spoke up.
FDR rubbed his eyes at the mountain of reports and drowsiness in a timely manner. "Do they have realized that Modern Warships had the capability of detecting their Submarines from miles away?" He said in slight frustration.
"Maybe.... Maybe not." Adm. King responded. "The only and first time encounter the Modern Kansens had an encounter with the Iron Blood Submarines, as they were ambushed at the Gulf of Mexico/America. Lafayette is the one that engaged the Submarines in greater distance than any of our current Anti-Submarine Warfare we knew off."
"It seems like every Warships in their world has sonars under their hull, like it was standard to all Navies." Gen. Eisenhower muttered.
"I noticed that too, General." Washington said.
"I've heard Lafayette specialized in ASW more than any of the Ships in the Strike Group." Adm. King said.
Everyone gives a slight nod in agreement, they were all skeptical at first at the Kid after reading his ship's specifications and armaments. They were all bewildered why an 8,500 Ton Warship only had a 57mm single Cannon in front.
After a deep contemplation and skepticism, they all came to one conclusion that the 57mm Single Cannon was not meant for engaging another ship, but the tonnage of smaller boats and aircraft. The Modern Frigate's equivalent in their era is the Destroyer Escorts, which are meant for scouting and ASW.
"Alright... that's enough for today gentlemen." He looks at his wristwatch. "The night is already getting late let's continue this discussion tomorrow."
Gen. Eisenhower and Adm. King stood up from their seat, as the President also stood from his seat in the Office.
"Good night gentlemen." FDR said, the two Military Heads also bid their farewell as they left the Oval Office.
FDR then slowly walks towards the widow of his office gazing at the city lit up at night. "I hope you're not that stubborn, Stalin."