Atlantic Ocean near the western cost of Eagle Union
October 30, 1942
Friday
7:00 AM
At the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean, a massive Vessels glints under the sun as the rays illuminated the grey Flattop that float along the waves. The Massive Flattop were not affected by the swaying of the Atlantic waves.
At the bridge of the said vessel as resounding creaking of metals and beeping consoles sounded inside. At the solid metal floor, a Little-Girl with twin-tail hair style and Bear-Ear head piece. She wore a familiar Admiral Jacket or Coat; her dress is similar to a suit with a small skirt. She sleeps at the floor peacefully as she drools.
Then a squeaking sound of a Teddy-Bear sounded closer as it walks toward the sleeping Little-Girl with an intention of waking her-up, by all means of waking her up.
The Teddy-Bear pinches her cheeks as to wake her from the sleep, she didn't. It then slaps her at the cheeks with a 'greater force' to conscious still with no avail. The Teddy-Bear had no choice to shook her violently in order to make her senses.
It works. She awakens from the violent shaking of the Teddy-Bear. She quickly opens her eyes and retaliates at the one shaking her violently, she chokes the Teddy-Bear and shook it violently.
"The f*ck you doing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You f*cking teddy-bear!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wait!...."
She gets into her senses and released the choked Teddy-Bear from her arms. Like a confused child, she glances around as to find herself at. After a minute of pondering about her peculiar situation. After that she now knows that she was standing on a bridge of an Aircraft Carrier. As the navigation consoles and the lengthy windows surrounding the bridge.
After finding out where she's at, she glances down at her feet and hands as to find an answer to why she's a human, the last thing she remembers. She's at Puget Sound Naval Yard, Bremerton, Washington being stored for Nuclear-Recycling and waiting for dismantlement.
Alongside with her docking is the other Nimitz Class Carriers in Nuclear-Recycling and waiting for dismantlement, just like her.
USS Theodore Roosevelt the 4th Nimitz Class Super Carrier. Laid down: Oct 31, 1981. Commissioned: Oct 25, 1986. At her service of 50+ years and at the process of decommissioning at 2037, her decommissioning was kick back by the current administration and gave her another refueling for only 10-years. Her extended service is retained in order to maintain the number of Carrier count in order to deter China and its growing numbers of Fleets.
At 2047 she finally got her long waited rest and waited for her fate to be scrapped and recycled at one of the Scrapping Yards. But some unknown reasons, she found herself in an odd and peculiar situation.
Yes, she was once a human and the 26th President of United States of America, she's a man back then. Now she stood at the bridge of her Carrier and ask herself with question she couldn't answer at once, but the one question bugging her mind is.
"How the F*ck am I a Human!"
The Teddy-Bear besides her got-up from the floor and taps her leg to get her attention, after getting her attention it gives a hand wave.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about you." Theodore said, as she glances down at the Teddy-Bear waving a hand at her.
Arms crossed and brows are furrowed. "So... who are you?" She asks the Teddy-Bear about its identity, or what the kind of creature it was.
The Teddy-Bear recoiled in surprise at the change of aura of Theodore, quivers permeated around the Teddy-Bear. With its fears, it quickly pulled its collar where its name is tagged.
Theodore leans down as to read the name tagged at the collar of the Teddy-Bear. "Pete? ..... is that your name?" She asks in confirmation.
Pete the Teddy-Bear bob its head as to confirm its name.
She placed her finger at her chin in suspicion. "That's odd, last time I remember I have a dog named Pete back in the day of my presidency..."
Author's note: Pete was a pet dog belonging to United States president Theodore Roosevelt. He was one of many presidential pets during Roosevelt's presidency. He was reported to be a bull terrier, though other reports have said he was a Boston bull terrier or bulldog. Pete was reported to be Theodore Roosevelt's favorite of his dogs.
She furrowed her brows. "Are really Pete? Or just an impostor."
Pete stops bobbing its head, and quickly shook left in right as he was not an impostor.
Theodore let-out a small smile as she finds it funny to see a panicking Teddy-Bear. "Alright Pete, it is just you and me here at this Ship. Do you have any idea How and Why we are here?"
Pete ponders for a while, and then give its answer. The answer was his clueless as she was.
"Figures." Theodore said in disappointment.
"Enough with sulking, let's find some evidence of life inside this ship, if we find one." Theodore said in a joyful tone as to step aside their peculiar situation.
Pete the Teddy-Bear nods.
"let's go."
( IMAGE )
The two then goes into an adventure inside the Carrier as to find a sign of life, to their surprise they find a sign of life. But the sign of life they find is a numerous Yellow-Fat Chickens walking around the Flight Deck like the Flight Crews that once walk at her Deck as to conduct Flight Operations.
Numerous Yellow-Fat Chickens with Flight Deck Jersey walks around here and there like a Flight Operation is currently being conducted.
"What the f*ck is this!" She exclaimed in utter surprise to see the Manjuus.
The Manjuus stops on their tracks, and quickly form around them, all eyes at them. Then a Manjuu with Brown colored Jersey walks forward and salute. He announces his identity as one of the Plane Captain responsible of the Plane readiness.
'What the hell??? Me being a human and a walking Teddy-Bear, now a Yellow-Fat Chickens that walks and talks like one of my former crew? What the f*ck is going-on in this goddamn world.' She thought as the information flooding her head is overwhelming to take in a short amount of time.
Theodore recomposed herself as everyone eyed her with concerns. *cough* "Alright Plane Captain, can you please tell me what is going on around here?"
She asks in a tone of a child as to match her figure. The Manjuus were all confuse as she makes an innocent child face, even though the name Theodore Roosevelt ain't that looking like innocent as a child.
The Plane Captain scratch the back of its head in confusion, then it pointed back at the Carrier Bridge. "There, you'll find your answer your looking over there." He said in a gruff voice.
At the Bridge
Theodore and Pete back again at the Ship bridge, at the Bridge, Manjuus and Meowfficers walks and chats at their station like how Officers and Crew operates.
One Meowfficer with Admiral Uniform and Cap greets them in a salute. Theodore is not that surprise to see any surprises around her ship, as creature of beyond her imagination and understanding is popping-out in and out of her Carrier.
The Meowfficer spoke as to get her in quick pace of the situation. "I know you had many question to why?"
Theodore only nods, as she's too tired of accepting the fact that her Carrier is filled with Yellow-Fat Chickens (that KFC dreamed of) and plushy like Cats with Naval Officer Uniform lingering around her Carrier.
"Your answer might be answered here."
He offered a tablet that contains all the information about Azur Lane, Sirens, Kansenization and the current political mess that this world plunges in.
Those information pocket inside the Tablet is Enterprise-80's request to Code-G in order to keep the new ones into update. Code-G installed that information comparable to a video game starter pack.
With lengthy hours of reading the information pocket at the Tablet Theodore return the Tablet at the Meowfficer after reading all the contents.
"I was summoned here for some reasons, huh? .... Bullshit! I'm not a heroin of some sort." She muttered to herself as she sat at CO's seat.
Pete motivate her to do it if it the sole reason why she is summoned here in this world. But Theodore retort.
"If a damn bastard wants to save this world at least summoned someone who can fix a goddamn broken country that is beyond saving, now they want me to save this forsaken world. How pathetic."
Yeah summoning someone who can't even fix the Middle-East, and now fix a goddamn world that is infested with alien lifeform. Sounds fun.
"But... but at least there are no rules of war and regulations around here that bound any Nations from enacting a policy of Big Stick by all means... I like it." She said in a grin sinister smile.
Pete quavered in the thought of what "Big Stick Policy" is she going to enact in this world.
*Gulp*
"Admiral on the bridge your presence has been called on the CIC." The onboard enter comms boomed at the bridge.
Theodore swivels her seat and off to head at the CIC as the CIC Operator called her presence, Pete follows her.
At the CIC, Meowfficers at the Operation Table gathers around from the recent information they gathered. Theodore walks inside along with Pete. The CIC bustles with chatter, beeping monitors and excessive tapping of keyboards.
The Meowfficer that call her presence salute. "Ma'am."
"At ease Commander." She said with a returned salute. "Now. what's the reason you called my presence here?"
The Meowfficer points at the massive LCD Screen showing the Aegis Radar and their positioning. "As you can see."
He began to speak. "Our Radar detected 8 Naval Vessels in stationary. According to their radar signature and their RCS confirms that the vessels are two Arleigh Burkes, two LCS Freedom and Independence, One Zumwalt Class, One San Antonio Class, One Lewis & Clark Cargo Ship, and a single Submarine."
"Any contact made with the 7 Naval Vessels?" Theodore ask, while fixated her gaze at the LCD Screen.
"Yes. We're currently doing it now, for now there are no replies yet, only static." The Meowfficer responded.
Theodore ponders. 'A Strike Group size number of Ships summoned in this world at the same time? Looks like the one that summoned us had a knowledge of Carrier Strike Group. Looks like you know your game, whoever you are.' She thought and slowly curved-up a smile in satisfaction.
"Order a boarding party, I want to secure those Ships in my command." She orders.
The Meowfficer salutes and quickly formed a boarding team at each Ships.
At the Flight Deck, 4 MV-22 Osprey parked at the deck rotors rotating in preparation for take-off. 7 Teams of Boarding Party numbers in 13 each Group.
The Boarding Teams consists of 91 Manjuu Marines geared in combat, their mission is to secured the 7 Naval Vessels that belongs to the United States Navy.
As the Boarding Teams boarded the Ospreys, the two rotors gains lift and flew towards the 7 Naval Vessels that was stationary.
...
DDG-53 USS John Paul Jones
At the bridge of the Destroyer, a man in his mid-20s wearing a Navy Working Uniform (NWU) Colloquially or the Aquaflages. At the deck lying a sleep peacefully.
The door of the bridge creaked open as muffled foot step meekly sounded each steps it took. The Boarding Team manages to board one of the Destroyer at the Aft Deck at the Heli-Deck.
The Boarding Team roped down at the rear ramp of the Osprey, and hurriedly heads to the Bridge of the Ship in order to gain control of the Vessels.
The man slowly opens his eyes at the muffled mumble gambles of radio chatter and blinding flashlight attached at the picatinny rail of the M27s handguard.
The muzzle end of the rifle startles him and quickly recoiled back in fear at the unknown person stood in front.
"What the!... ho, ho-who are you?!" He asked the identity of the person's pointing their guns at him.
To his surprise the ones pointing their Rifles at him is not a human, but a Yellow-Fat Chicken equipped in a military gears and weapons.
To his confusion one of the Chickens spoke at the radio comms. "Target is confirmed, the person of the Ship is awake, over... yes, roger that."
"What the.... What the hell is going-on here." He asked in stutteringly.
One of the Chickens that looks like held authority introduced himself as the leader of the Boarding Team that boarded his Ship.
"Now then I introduced myself, you introduced yours." He asks his identity with cautious.
"John... John Paul Jones." The man said his name stutteringly.
"Can someone explain why you were chickens and... wait...." He looks up and down and momentarily noticed that he had a hands, legs and body.
"Holy shit! what the f*ck! how the hell... how?!" JP Jones freak-out after knowing he's a human now.
The Boarding Team seems not unfazed at his sudden freaked-out with the situation, they let him mumbles to himself like a fool as he asses his predicament situation.
"Are you done?" the Led Manjuu asks him if his done mumbling to himself.
JP Jones lean and rested his arms at his knees. "Yeah.... I'm done.... Can you explain to me what is going on right now?" He asked like a confused man.
"Your questions will be answered shortly after the others awaked." The Led Manjuu said in an explanatory tone.
"Wait.... You said the others? Is there other more than me?" JP Jones ask.
"Yes." The Led Manjuu then points at the window of the bridge. JP Jones eyes widen as he saw several US Navy Vessels surrounds his Ship, there's other like him onboard those ship.
The Led Manjuu explains further. "Currently, were tasked of securing this Ships for the United States Navy use, and luckily for us we found you." He points at him directly.
"You're not alone in that predicament, along with those Vessels there are some just like you confused of the situation that is going on around them."
"What are your plans?" he asks.
"Currently were planning to take over the Ship if there's no sign of life, we just need to wait for confirmation of the other Vessels."
JP Jones turns his gaze at the Naval Vessels. "But why are we human though?" He asked the question of everyone would ask in the later moments.
...
DDG-100 USS Kidd
At the Bridge of the Destroyer, a Brunet Woman in her Mid-20s wearing a Pirate Clothes complete with Feather Hat, Boots and two Pistols (1911). She's currently in a stand-off with the Boarding Team of Manjuu Marines at the bridge, as both weapons are raised.
"Ain't no way a bunch of Fat Ass Chickens just gonna come over here and order me to lower my Guns." The Woman said.
"Lower your weapons on the ground and cooperate with us, Ma'am." The Led Manjuu said, Rifle raised.
"Ain't no way you damn KFCs, No way..." She said, as she was serious of taking down the Manjuu Marines.
"Ma'am, just do what I say, we outnumbered you 6 to one." The Led Manjuu said in order to struck fear at her.
But to the surprise of these Manjuus, her response is the opposite of what they want to hear. "I like those odds."
As the shoot-out is about to commenced inside the Bridge, the Communication Console goes static as JP Jones voice sounded.
"USS John Paul Jones to USS Kidd; This is John Paul Jones do you copy, over?"
The Woman is stunned at the sudden radio call coming from the Communication Console inside the bridge. The message repeat itself as to a wait for a response.
"Alright, dear KFCs could we just pause this for a moment. I have a call." The Woman said in humble tone.
The Boarding Team lowers their Rifles as to comply with her word. The Woman then safely holsters her Guns at her hips and slowly walks toward the communication console as to respond at the call.
"USS Kidd to USS John Paul Jones; This is USS Kidd, I heard you, over." She replies at the comms.
"Good thing you responded. Is there a bunch of Yellow-Fat Chickens with military gear and claimed they are from United States Marine Corps.?"
Kidd replies. "Yes. All of them are bunch of hardheaded ducklings." She said as the Manjuus were there at the corner listening.
"Anyways... how do you knows there was a 'Chickens' here?"
"I've called you as the other Boarding Team radio the situation there that might end-up as a shoot-out. These Chicken are friendlies, they were all stationed at Carrier Roosevelt."
Kidd let-out haughty laugh. "Hahahaha, bastard is here."
"Yes. And currently in route here at our location."
"So.... can you explain to me why are we Humans, and what's with these Chickens anyways?"
"About that, we are going to be briefed by Theodore about these peculiarities and all the fuzz.... And before I forgot. These 'Chicken' are called Manjuus for some reasons."
"Manjuus? That's a weird name for a 'Chicken'."
"Yeah, I know. Just then don't start shooting for some weird absurdities around your Ships."
"Like what?" Kidd asks, as the information seems crucial.
"The Sailors and Crews seems to turned into Manjuus and the Officers turned into Meowfficers."
"Meowfficers???"
"I don't know.... Think of it as a Cats with Naval Uniform according to their description."
"Hahh... that's weird. The Sailors and Crews turns into Chickens and the Officers turns into Pussy-Cats. That's quite funny"
"Yeah... don't make any ruckus, will yah."
"Yeah I won't." She said in a not caring undertone.
The Call between them ended, as Kidd placed the radio at it hanging position. She then turned her attention at the Manjuu Marines.
"Now then tell me anything I want to know about this current situation."
...
LCS-30 USS Canberra
The Boarding Team manages to get to the bridge of the Ship, the bridge is empty as no sign of life is found like the other Ships.
After searching at the corners of the bridge they found nothing that's looks human. The Led Manjuu radioed.
"This is Raider 3 led, the bridge is clear of life."
The contact confirmed the report of none-existent Kansen onboard the LCS Canberra.
At the Quarters, Boarding Team split group searched at the Quarters of any hiding Kansen or Personnel. As the Boarding Group is about to leave the parameter of the Naval Officers Quarters, at the corner of one of the closet. A Woman in her Teens with Slouch Hat and Summer Shirt (A Stereotype Australian) hides.
'Ahh great, a bunch of Flightless Birds are infiltrating my Ship. This ain't "Emo War" Shit I knew off' She thought.
After seeing one of them left the Officer's Quarters, she comes-out at her hiding as she tries to ambush one of the Boarding Group member. At her hand is a wrench, she's determined to whack one of the Manjuus at the head with a wrench.
As she's about to raised her wrench in preparation for the attack, all the Manjuus turns and pointed their Rifles at her.
She paused at her tracks as the end muzzle of each Rifle at her face and the Micro Lasers Range Finder (MLRF) attached at the picatinny rails are pointing at her forehead.
'Busted!' Her inner thought screams.
She put-up a fake smile as her plot got exploited. "G'day, mate." She said in Australian accent.
That's one hell of a greeting from an Aussie.
The other Manjuu radioed about the confirmation of the owner of the Ship. "Found her, below deck at the Officer's Quarters, over."
...
LCS-31 USS Cleveland
At the bridge, a Dude in his teens hides among the bulky panels at the entrance as to ambush any intruder that boarded his without permission. His gonna take down one of them with only his bare hands and CQC in order to took down one.
(I highly doubt that)
'A Boarding Team? Of what country? I never seen that kind of creature ... they didn't look like humans.' The Dude thoughts in panic at his hiding.
At his hiding position he wears a Navy Working Uniform (NWU) Colloquially or the Aquaflages, similar to JP Jones.
He peeked through the corners and gaps as one of them walks closer in caution in search for potential hostile hiding out of their view.
As the muzzle barrels of the Rifle emerges at his sight, he quickly grabs the Rifle out the Manjuu's hands, but to his surprise the 'Chicken' seem had more muscle and weight than it looks.
"What the hell---"
He was over powered and got thrown at the corner like ragdoll. The force of his impact at metal walls sounded with clanking metals, he grunts at the pain as he falls at the solid floor.
"Argh, what kind of 'chicken' was that." He grunts on the floor.
He tries to got-up but paused, as multiple Rifles is pointed at him. He didn't have no choice but to raise both of his hand in the air in surrender.
"Alright...*Pants*...You got me.... I surrender." The Dude said.
One of the Manjuu radioed. "This Raider 4 Led, we found the kansen of the Ship, over."
...
SSN-23 USS Jimmy Carter
After the Boarding Team of Manjuu Marines successfully rope down from the Osprey into the deck of the Submarine, they all gathered at the Access Hatch Door of the Submarine.
It took them a lot of time to open the Access Hatch Door by hacking the system. The Access Hatch opens everyone with caution pointed their Rifle inside.
"Clear."
"Clear."
After the confirmation that there is no hostile inside the Sub, the Squad Leader of the group goes down at the hatch first.
As he enters inside down the hatch, someone grabs him over and covers his mouth with a human hand and a gun is pointed at his head. The others were alarmed and pointed their Rifles at them.
"Lower your weapons down or I will blow his head-off." The Man demanded.
The rest of the Manjuus didn't follows his demand and only pointed their Rifles at the Man holding their Squad Leader hostage.
The Led Manjuu gives a slight nod into ordering his men to retreat back at the Access Hatch Door of the Submarine. They all followed the orders given and retreated back at the Access Hatch Door.
"Now they were gone.... Who are you? And why are you intruding a US Navy Vessel with hostile intentions." He demanded an answers at his captive.
"I'm a Marine belong to the 'Embarked Marine' station at the Carrier Roosevelt." The Led Manjuu answers.
"Don't give me that bullshit! Carrier Roosevelt is long gone decommissioned and out of service. The last thing I know about her is that she's dock at Puget Sound."
"What I'm saying is true."
The Man sets the hammer pin of the pistol, as to remind his captive about the seriousness of the situation, and he has no time for BS.
"Don't play dumb with me 'Chicken'." The Man is not convinced ay his explanation.
"I'm saying the truth here, Theodore herself sends us to seize this vessel under the control of the US Navy, if no Kansen found inside the Vessel."
"Herself??? Are you referring to?"
"Yes. Theodore is here and she sends us."
"Where is she?"
"At her Carrier, 30-mins from now she's rendezvousing with the other Vessels."
"There are more?" The Man asked in surprise.
"Yes. You're not alone. There are other 6 US Navy Vessels a floats in the area right now."
The man let go his hostage and holster his Pistol, currently he wore a Navy Seal Combat Uniform and gear.
The Led Manjuu introduced himself as the Squad Leader of the Boarding Team that was sent to his Submarine. The Man introduced himself as Jimmy Carter or Jim/Jimmy.
The Led Manjuu then slowly radioed back at the Carrier. "This is Raider 5 Led, I found the Kansen of the Submarine, over."
The Communication Operator at the other side receives the report and gives instruction about the handling of the Kansen.
...
LPD-23 USS Anchorage
The Boarding Team of Manjuus sent at the LPD found themselves in a game of 'Tumble-Over' as to apprehend one Kansen that is full of nicotine and Crayon. To say the least.
They couldn't stop her from beating them to a pulp with bare-hands, and they all resorted to tumbling her over with their sheer weight and mass as to pin her down to the ground.
The Woman they were trying to apprehend is wearing a Marine Corps. Combat Uniform (MARPAT), her personality and tenacity mimics that on the Marine Corps. Spirit. As 13 Manjuu Marines are above her as to pin her down on the ground.
At the radio, the communication operator and rest were only hearing a mumble garbles at the comms, as the Marines making Marine Corps. sound that was audible at the comms.
The sound at the comms are like a bunch of dogs barking at each other with all mumble garbles that is going on.
The Led Manjuu radioed back at the Carrier. "This is Raider 6 Led, we found the Kansen of the Ship. It seems the Kansen is ----"
He didn't finish the report as he receives a punch on the face by the person they were trying to apprehend.
That Manjuu flew-off to the wall like flying punching bag, with followed-up squeaking sound.
"She's.... to.... Violent..." He ended the transmission there, as he loose conscious.
The Marine Manjuus are trying their best of apprehending Anchorage from going berserk at them, they Tased her at first and it didn't work as she's now a tenacious creature ready to kill.
The only sound could be heard inside the bridge of the LPD are sound of punching, squeaking and screams of terror or battle cry.
...
DDG-1000 USS Zumwalt
The peculiar warship, with its tumbling hull and slanted, stealthy shape, had weapons concealed beneath an exterior designed for silence and evasion.
Raider-7 Team boarded the Stealth Destroyer, their chicken feet echoing strangely within the vessel. An eerie silence permeated the ship, a stillness that was deeply unsettling. The ambient temperature felt different, the air itself seemed to carry a mix of pride and raw power.
The Manjuu Teams reached the bridge, where monitors and various electronic displays flickered, along with the control panels. Papers lay scattered across the floor, as if an emergency evacuation had occurred on the ship's bridge.
"Odd, this is way messier than the others," one of the Manjuus muttered, surveying the strewn papers.
The pervasive lack of noise and any sign of life caused them to drop their guard against a nonexistent, perceived threat.
The Led Manjuu spoke with caution. "Careful, keep your eyes open for potential threats."
But before he could issue further orders, his M4 rifle was sliced clean at the barrel. He wasn't the only one; all the Manjuus on the bridge experienced the same, their M4 rifles cleanly severed at the barrel.
"What the—enemy attack!" the Led Manjuu bellowed to his team. "Ambush—!"
Someone grabbed him by his vest and lifted him onto the metal deck, leaving him dangling in mid-air. He flicked his eyes to confirm the identity of the person holding him like a sack of potatoes.
The individual holding him wore a US Navy Service Uniform, the shirt unbuttoned and hanging like a jacket, sleeves rolled up. In his hand was a katana.
"How foolish of you to trespass on the property of the United States." the man inquired, his tone demanding an explanation for their unauthorized entry.
"Why, you!" the Led Manjuu attempted to draw a handgun, but the man moved with blinding swiftness. The sheathed katana he held was suddenly pressed against the Manjuu's neck, its blade glinting.
"Don't make me ask again... Who are you, and why are you trespassing on a property of the United States?" the man asked again, his tone direct and firm.
"Umm... I am a Marine belonging to the Embarked Marine security of USS Theodore Roosevelt—"
"Silence!" the man shouted, cutting him off. "I know full well that the Theodore Roosevelt was decommissioned and is sitting in mothballs. You wretched creature...? Chicken...?" He paused, clearly bewildered by the absurdity of the beings presented before him.
"You can't fool me with such words that lack evidence, yet you claim to be part of an Embarked Marine onboard the Carrier Roosevelt. Such an act of a fool."
"I have evidence and a claim!" the Led Manjuu asserted, his tone quivering as he fiddled with the radio on his vest to connect with the other team.
One of the Manjuus seized the opportunity, slowly crawling his hand toward his holstered sidearm. In a flickering moment, the blade was at his neck. It had been too fast to even perceive the man moving his Katana with such speed.
"Foolishness... Taking advantage of me, have you considered the life of your own and the one I hold captive?" he said, issuing a clear warning to the Manjuus. "Such foolishness."
The Manjuus immediately raised their hands where the man could see that they weren't reaching for anything.
"Got it." the Led Manjuu said, having finished adjusting the frequency. He held the radio upright, volume increased. "Here, listen."
The radio crackled to life. "This is Raider 1, what's your status, Raider 7?"
"Raider 1, this is Raider 7... the Ship Kansen wanted to speak with you, over."
"Let him through," the voice on the other side sounded slightly garbled as the radio switched channels.
"Zumwalt, this is JP Jones, have you read me, over?"
"This is Zumwalt... I read you." Zumwalt responded.
"Good—"
"I inquire about the situation at hand, and about these miserable creatures," Zumwalt cut straight to the point, leaving no room for preamble.
"Alright... listen carefully. These Yellow Fat Chickens are called Manjuus."
"These wretched creatures?... I don't know if you can call them that," Zumwalt mused, still holding the Led Manjuu by his vest.
"Fortunately, yes. These Manjuus are collected data from real people; they are the manifestation of that data."
"Intrigued," Zumwalt said, his interest piqued.
"Yes, and it was also the reason why we're human, one of them explained it to me recently."
"Figures," Zumwalt said, glancing at his own form. "I've been wondering that myself... how such a warship could conjure a human body."
"Yeah... the rest will be explained to us on Carrier Roosevelt, apparently. Roosevelt herself turned into one."
"Ooh... I see the devil herself is with us."
"I need to cut the connection now; our ride is here." The connection was severed immediately.
After that brief radio conversation with JP Jones, Zumwalt returned his gaze to the Lead Manjuu he held. "I guess your own words had some merit."
"Ye-yes, can you put me down now—"
Zumwalt didn't hesitate and simply let go of him, a resounding thud echoing, followed by a squeaking sound.
The Manjuus rushed to help the Led Manjuu get up.
Zumwalt walked at a measured pace across the bridge, slowly gazing out the window at the vastness of the ocean outside.
"Who. Who dared summon me to this world? Is it a need for power? Or help? What challenges and dangers awaits in the vast blue of the unknown horizon?" He raised his left hand, holding the Katana, his hand flicking at the hilt, lifting it from its sheath to reveal the glinting blade beneath.
"Because I am the calm... before the storm. I am... Zumwalt, foes shall fall at my judgement." he declared his name theatrically, a dramatic flourish accompanying his words.
( IMAGE )
The Manjuus were utterly baffled by the theatrics of this particular Kansen.
"Who is he talking to?" asked the bewildered Led Manjuu.
...
T-AKE-10 USNS Charles Drew
The other Boarding Team didn't face any opposition as they gain control of the Ship. At the Bridge if the Cargo Ship, Woman in his mid-20s stood there, hands raised. The woman wore a Scientist Lab-Coat with rolled up sleeves and complete with neck tie.
"Whoa there ... I didn't expect a 'Chicken' with Guns would board my ship." The Woman said hands raised.
The Manjuu Marines ignores the man's remark as they search the whole bridge.
"Clear."
"All Clear."
The Manjuu Marines secured the Bridge out of hostilities. "The Bridge is all clear."
The Led Manjuu radioed back at the Carrier. "This is Raider 7 Led, we've secured the Cargo Ship along with the Kansen, over.
"Umm... I'm still here.... Hello." The woman said, as to get their attention.
...
CIC, USS Theodore Roosevelt
Theodore stood there hearing all the reports from the successful Boarding Teams of securing the 7 US Naval Vessels. She would never ever have thought of the operation would go this smoothly than she hoped.
"All 7 US Naval Vessels is now at our under control." The Meowfficer at the Rank of Commander said.
"Good... I want all the Kansens of each Ships to flown over here. I want to have a private chat with them." Theodore ordered.
"Right away, Ma'am."
The Meowfficer then relayed the orders at the available Aircraft that could parry the Kansens over the Carrier.
Theodore then return her gaze at the image of the 7 Naval Vessels and ponders the implication of how could have they have summoned as they were all decommissioned and outdated in the modern standards of Earth Technology. And according to the info she read the technology of the world is comparable to 1940s and early 50s if it was compared to Earth technological advancements.
'Someone think it through that our disappearance would not cause some concerns by choosing a decommissioned Ships. Not bad not bad for a person who summoned us.' She thought.
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Code-G curved-up a smile at her lip as she saw the successful summoning that toked months of preparation and planning. She never thought that this Little-Veteran manages to grasp of the situation unfolding at this world.
"Seems like your bet works. Now then... I'm looking forward to your what so called 'Big Stick Policy'."
Code-G said with a smile as she sat at the lone furniture she manages to brought into her world. A single Leather Chair, not much when it comes to furniture, but neither the less a progress.