London, Royal Navy
October 30, 1942
Friday
9:00 AM
River Thames
At the River Thames where Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi fell and got everyone got drenched with Brown River Water. Arethusa, Leander, Ajax and Achilles that was on the Thames River were all soaked and wet from the splash of stinking Brown River Water.
"Bleh-bleh. My tongue! Eww! It's in my mouth."
Ajax wipes her tongue as River Water enters her mouth as she was mouth gapped at the falling Phoenix Bird at the Thames River.
"Wahhhh... I'm soaked with River Water..." Arethusa cried as she now stinks with the Thames River.
"Did you see that?" Achilles enthusiastically asked while pointing over them.
Leander looked up where Achilles pointed at. "A Shipgirl???" She said as confused as the others.
"Did she just took that Giant Bird with one strike?!"
"From my recollection, yes. I saw her attack with some sort of Attack Skill." Leander said.
"Whoa... I can't believe she took it down with one hit." Achilles said in amazement as she a once in a lifetime attack.
"Who is she? Is she a new commissioned Shipgirl?"
Ajax squeezed her drenched clothes as water drips, she then flips her hat as to remove the stuck waters on its gaps.
"Wow... at least she thinks of us first before making that thing tumbles in the River Water and got us soaked and with stinky river water." She said non-enthusiastically.
"Damn it, I stink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Commander will stay away from me." Arethusa said crying.
"Well, you're not the only one stinking here." Achilles said.
As the Cruisers convers among themselves, Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi suddenly bursts out of the shallow Thames River, it screeches in a shattering sound. Then it spreads its wings and flaps in a mighty gale as to gain lift and momentum from the ground.
The Cruisers once again got soaked by Brown River Water as the Phoenix Bird spreads its wings as it makes its flight.
"How the hell is that thing still even alive?! It took a direct hit attack at the neck!" The Cruisers exclaimed in unison in reaction.
Shadow of Corruption Ootoi once again airborne above the skies over London, Soldiers and Shipgirls once again firing their Artillery Shells and AA-Guns as to shoot the Phoenix Bird down.
It then shrieks as to get the attention of the one who injured him in a pain sticking painful attack, then it landed at the London Bridge and spreads its wings in an intimidation manner and asking for duel.
"tsk, Bastard still alive." Dragon cursed as she once again saw the Phoenix Bird unharmed, and now asking a duel.
"Dragon, I thought you've taken care of that thing." Duke said in an agitated voice.
"Seems like the bastard is a one hell a tough bastard." Replied Dragon.
Then a haughty laugh caught the attention of the two off guard, they then both turn their heads and saw Strategist Mk-III letting out a haughty laugh that sounded cringe at the prospective of the two.
"I'll never get tired hearing this villainous haughty laughs." Dragon uttered.
"She's so dramatic." Duke said.
"HAHAHAHAHA, it seems your attacks isn't that deadly at all, your attacks may look like pure power.... I was wrong. You're just some mere weaklings." Strategist Mk-III said as her vigor restored as she saw Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi got up from the earlier surprise attack.
Dragon clinches her fist and had an irritated looks plastered in her face.
(Angry MC camera face Close-up shot).
"Oi, Duke... leave her to me, you go take care of that charred turkey." Dragon said in a pissed off undertone.
Duke can see her leaking aura that goes dark-red as she gets angry at Strategist Mk-III's insulting statement. There's nothing she can do but let her be.
"Fine... I'll let you handle her." Duke said, as she retreated back as to give Dragon some space.
"Oi, oi. Eyes here." Dragon said as her finger is pointing directly at Strategist Mk-III's face.
Strategist Mk-III felt unease at the Dragonoid woman's gaze that is giving to her. Her hairs all over the body is starting to rise up from the tension in the air. She didn't have any superior hearing but she's almost certain she can hear her heart beats each second.
'What the hell is wrong with this woman? I never seen or felt such scary aura that it is being exerted this much – wait, why am I trembling?'
She only noticed the fact that her left and right hands were both trembling in sensed of danger. And that, or even without warning.
Dragon suddenly and quickly appeared in front of her in a blink of an eye, and before she could comprehend. She receives a right punch on her left cheek.
"Red Dragon Iron Fist!"
Strategist Mk-III is sent flying back in kilometers away, as the numbness of her cheek were late to transmit the pain by her neurons.
'Damn.... She's quick, and strong....'
She then crashed at one of the houses among the Residential Area, the entire structure collapsed and none of the foundation stood. People and Residence at the area run out of their houses as they too were scared of being crushed by the falling rubbles.
Dust and smoke permeated the surrounding area where the destroyed houses. Dragon smoothly landed at the street in front of the destroyed house where Strategist Mk-III crashed. Smoke and dust slowly dissipated as the gust of her wings blows them away.
At the rubble house, a small movement can be seen as bricks, woods and roof tiles falls off. Strategist Mk-III emerged at the rubbles of bricks and dust, bruised and wounded.
"Oi. Who's a weakling now?" Dragon asked in a mocking undertone at the beaten Strategist Mk-III in pulp.
Strategist Mk-III in her knees looked up with disgruntled look in her face. "Why you... don't you dare underestimate me—. "
Dragon dashed and kicks her at the stomach, making her spit out from her mouth. Strategist Mk-III once again flew-off back, and several houses were destroyed by her being kicked in the stomach like a Football (Soccer at the language that our American Friends spoke).
Two blocks of houses were destroyed at the ensuing fight of the two. Dust of smoke rose up along with sonic booms and thunder claps.
Dragon and Strategist Mk-III end up in a mano-a-mano, hand-to-hand combat along with some kicks. Strategist Mk-III receives another hit in the face as the two throws punches at each other in a fast pace as no ordinary human can see the punches they threw at one another.
Strategist Mk-III throws a right hook punch at Dragon's face. Dragon tanked the punch and got her left cheek bruised from that attack.
Dragon answered with her own right hook, and hits her at the abdomen, making her vomit, and it was followed by a left hook in the face.
Strategist Mk-III also retaliated as she answers with a kick spin with her right leg. The exchange blows of the two were like good ol' DBZ fighting. And each blows sends shockwaves to the surrounding area.
"Eat this!"
Dragon with a right hand hook puts Strategist Mk-III in daze as she receives an upper-cut. She then receives a kick spin at the stomach and sends her flying at one of the houses.
Then again the People and Residence run for their lives as the whole residential area become a battlefield of the two.
Dragon points her MK-8 4.5-inch Naval Gun and fires simultaneously at Strategist Mk-III location, she fires her Main-Gun as she walks forward.
Strategist Mk-III came out of the smoke and rubble with her Force Filed activates and deflect all the shells being fired at her.
Breathing heavily, she stood her ground even though she's bruised and couldn't fight back as she receives multiple blows that can kill a Mk-I's with single hit.
"You're still standing even for a mouthful one." Dragon said in not a playful tone but a serious and a menacing one.
Blood drips from Strategist Mk-III's mouth as she gasps for air. "You're underestimating us Sirens about our capabilities.... You may one this battle, but the next time... you won't as we keep coming."
She then coughs a blood and her Force-Field flickers as it starts to weaken.
"And yet you're still a big mouth.... Then again I give you what you want. A true power."
Dragon said as she slowly powers up. Dust and smoke were all blown as the air surrounding her were all pushed away by her pure energy.
Her Right and Left hands both glows at the same time as dense energy slowly forms at her hands. She spread her arms as Magic Circle formed above Strategist Mk-III's position.
At the magic Circle an image or form of a Hypersonic Missile slowly materialized at the magic Circle. (UK Hypersonic Missile still nameless so I can't just name it willy-nilly)
Strategist Mk-III stood there barely moving as her body is battered by injuries receives of fighting her. she just stood and watch as her judgment has come to her end.
Dragon slowly raised both of her hand and clasped it together, then she strikes it down like hammer.
"Red Dragon Fist of Destruction."
The Hypersonic Missile above Strategist Mk-III's head strikes down like a light from above striking down below with power and force. She instantly got deleted from the impact point of the attack as the explosion blows off some debris and the shockwave shatters some window glass tumble some infrastructures that don't have proper foundation.
Explosion, dust and smoke rose up from where Dragon conducted her attack. Earie silence befell at the once noise battlefield as the explosion muted everything.
~Skies above London~
*Clang*
A clash of metal sounded as Duke engages the Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi in a melee combat. Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi used its sharp talons at her like sharp spears and swords.
Duke blocks its talons with her Sword as she engages it in aerial combat, in which she's at disadvantages. The fight is not that even as each time Duke needs to jump so high from the rooftops of each houses as to engage the airborne enemy with her Sword.
Aerial threats are not her playing field of expertise and she struggles with it.
*Crash*
Duke crashed at one of the house below and she ended-up landing on a sofa at the second floor of the house. The Family in the house saw her fell off from the ceiling and landed at their living room sofa, luckily for them they were all hiding under the table as to protect themselves from what debris might fall from the ceiling.
"Curses!"
Duke at her seating position quickly got up from the couch, dusted off her dress and ignores her previous awkward position and make quick apology at the person's on the house.
"My apologies about the roof and ceiling you have." She said in an apologetic undertone, while making a bow.
The man of the house could not spoke properly as he stutters at the moment. "Umm.... No-no need to apologies.... You were fighting the Sirens, right?"
He and his family were all frightened with all the fighting outside their house. It reflects on her that they can't leave the house for their own safety.
Duke nods. "Yes."
Duke looked-up, prioritize the damaged ceiling where she fell into - instead of the current battle outside. She's also glad that no one in the household is been injured at her incidental crash.
"I'm off my way then."
She said her goodbye's at the family of the household. But before she could leave and return to battle without any further endangering the family and its households, suddenly the walls right at the kitchen blew as person bust-in.
"Old hag, there you were. I've been looking for you through the radar I can't seem to find you."
Duke's is least concern about the hole she put at the ceiling at the house, now Dragon crashed in and made another hole. This time it was on the wall right at the kitchen.
"God grace Dragon, can you at least used the door – not blasting walls like a brute." Duke said, annoyed at the fact she adds another hole at the poor family household.
"Neh, neh. Let the government pay for that – oh..."
She then nonchalantly garbs a cookie jar stowed above the kitchen drawer, ignoring Duke's rebuke. She ate the cookie without any consent of the owner of the cookies on the jar.
"Put that cookie jar down, NOW..." Duke said angrily, nerves bulging out of her forehead.
( IMAGE )
"Don't be cranky old hag." Dragon said as she took another bite at the cookie.
Duke sighs as there's nothing she can do about Dragon's boorish antics and un-lady-like manners. "... So, what happens to that Siren."
"Oh, she's dead." Dragon said nonchalantly, as she took another bite of the cookie.
Duke then turn her attention at the family hiding under the safety of the table, and once again she apologizes about the property damage the household took.
"My apologies about the walls at your kitchen and the cookies you baked." She said in an apologetic undertone and her head bows down.
Dragon then walks toward beside where Duke stood and looked up at the hole in the ceiling. "So that Charred Turkey is getting you out of your age."
*Sound of cookie getting crunched at her mouth, sounded*
"I can't fight it evenly as long as it stays in the air, I was not meant to engage aerial targets so I'm a bit of struggle dealing with it." Duke said.
"So, you want me to take it down out of the air?" Dragon mused.
"Yes. It be easy if I can fight it on the ground."
Dagon then prepares a stance as she bent down, wings spreads out ward like preparing to take off. A gust of gale blows off some of the furniture surrounding the living room as she flew off the hole at the ceiling to confront the Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi.
Broken vase and tuned over wooden furnitures were left behind at Dragon's take off. Duke adds the broken vase and furniture to list of the property damages that the government need to pay, or her pocket.
"Red Dragon Iron Fist!"
Shadow of Corruption: Ootoi got knocked off out the sky as Dragon sored in the sky like an angry Missile. Another house is destroyed at Ootoi's fall.
At the rooftops of each houses, Duke sprinted her way as she dashes for an attack. Her sword glows in a golden glow as she targeted the Phoenix Bird's neck.
At the roofs of the houses, Duke dashes – sword in had gleaming in goldish close as she close the distance between her and Ootoi.
"Virtutis Fortuna Comes."
Duke slashed the neck of the Phoenix Bird with a single swoop of her sword. (Noble Phantasm: Excalibur)
~Above the Skies London~
Dragon's two CIWS Phalanx and Mk-8 4.5 Naval Gun let out a burst of fire as to shoot down all the Siren Planes flying around.
"Burn baby burn, burn. Burn baby burn, burn."
She sang as she rains down with 20mm Depleted Uranium Rounds from her two CIWS Phalanx, and the high pitch of the iconic sound of 20mm Gatling Cannon fire sounded.
*BRRRRRT, BRRRRRT, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*
George V watches in awe as she could never fathom the amount of shock and awe she's feeling right now, she never imagines that two Modern Kansen from another world could repeal a Siren attack by themselves.
The emotion inside her were overflowing with relief that the threat was taken care off – even though London were destroyed beyond any bombing raids that Iron Blood previously conducted. The damage was all in the Residential Area were the defenses were all minimum as all the defense were focused on the center and the Buckingham Palace, where His Majesty and the Royal Family resides.
She suddenly broke off from her trance as the voice of an Army Officer that is responsible of the defense of sector spoke.
"Ma'am." He saluted. "The Skies were all cleared with Siren Planes, should we report this to command."
George V respond. "Yes. Report the successful defense of the Capital and the casualties we sustained."
And before the Army Officer could leave, she spoke. "Oh, and also report this to command.... Two Modern Kansens with unknown origin helps us in the defense of the Capital, sent it directly at the Prime Minister. He need to know this first."
The Army Officer saluted and sprinted toward the location of the Radio Operator to report back to command.
...
11th Downing Street
Prime Minster Estate
Both Duke and Dragon sat at the couch at the Prime Minister's Office, at the Office Maids dusted off the Office at the falling dust from the shockwaves of the explosion from the Siren Bombs.
Dragon the impatient one – tries to play with her surroundings as to sway her attention out of the total boredom. She tries to read to books at the shelves and got bored immediately, she returns it at the shelve. But not on the exact place she took it.
"This boring, is these the only things he reads." Dragon said scorning at the Prime Minister's taste of reading materials.
One of the Maid quickly arrange the book right back and put it back its place where it was plucked.
She then continues doing what every curious hands would do... touch any of the any of the stuff like furniture and looking at the various paintings, like she was an expert critiquing any art masterpiece.
"Is he really looks like this? I mean, he's missing his neck at this painting." Dragon said pointing PM Churchill painting portrait.
"Ye-Yeah.... He sure does when he's wearing a thick coats." George V said.
Duke is not amused at the antics she's been showing at the people in this Office, luckily for Dragon she's sipping her tea leisurely as to vent out all the frustration clogging inside her head.
She then slumped back at the couch where she once sat a minute ago. "Men... this sucks." She irritated said.
"Is Chubby Churchill goanna make us here wait for eternity or what - ouch!!!!"
Then a slap in the wrist coming from Duke shuts her off. "Mind your manners young-lady, we are at in different world. Britannia didn't raise you be this snub bad-mannered."
Dragon rubbed her wrist where she was slap at. "I'm not fat shaming the man, it's just that we've been her for a past half an hour now." She retorted.
George V sat at the opposite couch and watches the two as she reminds her of Hood being strict aunty at them. She remembers her strict rules of being a proper lady and its etiquette.
"My apologies about the inappropriate manners that my subordinate carried out in such an intolerance behavior.
Duke said as she slightly hides the fact that she's pinching Dragon at her waist. Dragon is all red a she didn't screamed from Duke's pinching.
George V's brows twitches as she can also felt that pinch by just seeing it in a glimpse. "Oh, it was nothing, I kinda used this kind of behavior." She said while waving her hands off.
"Still, my apologies on that." Duke said head hanging low.
Then a creaking sound of a hinge doors got their attention sharpen and quickly darted their eyes at the one piece of carved wooden door.
"My Apologies if may keep you two waiting, security is kinda slacking and it took me for a half an hour to get here. I hope you two are not that mad." PM Churchill said apologetically top hat down.
"Sure I do – Ahhhh!!!!!"
A quick pinch from Duke cut Dragon's nonsense banter.
"My apologies about the rudeness of my subordinates, she's quite impatient to all the things in this world. but we are glad that you make it." Duke politely said but with little snippets of irritation.
Both PM Churchill, George V and the Maids in the room winced at they felt a sudden change in the atmosphere.
PM Churchill drop sweat as he had a little Déjà vu at the manner that Duke exerted in the room. His eyes then darted at George V with a question of 'Is she Hood?'.
After the awkward moment, PM Churchill took his seat and start the conversation. "Before we get started I still need to introduced myself first."
He clears his throat and adjusted his tie before his introduction. "The name is Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill current Prime Minister of the Royal Navy."
Duke then introduced herself next, hand placed over her left chest and bow. "The name is Iron Duke of His Majesty's Ship, hull number F-234 5TH of the Type-23 Frigate Duke Class."
She then gestures to her left where a woman in a dress with Red Dragon wings, Tail and Horns. "This is my subordinates, the name is Dragon of his Majesty's Ships, Hull number D-35 4th of the Type-45 Daring Class Destroyers."
Dragon raised her right hand. "Yoh." She said like they were buddy-buddy.
"His Majesty's Ship Iron Duke and Dragon... say? Are the two of you acquaintance of Miss Belfast of His Majesty's Ship of the Type-26 Frigate or Town Class Frigate?"
Duke answered. "Yes. We've heard that question from the Shipgirls that we've first encounter from this world. do you have any information about her whereabouts?"
"She's currently at Miss Enterprise's Carrier Strike Group off the coast of Eagle Union, but for some reason before the whole capital is under attack we've lost contact with the Task Force they were in. We've also concluded that the Task Force is currently being under attack by the Sirens. Until then we need to wait for any response at the current situation of the Task Force. And currently, Eagle Union and Sakura Empire Capitals were also both being under attack by the Sirens from the previous reports."
PM Churchill said in a solemn undertone as the situation is grim without them having any information of the current confusion and turmoil after the Siren Attack.
"A simultaneous attack, huh?" Duke murmurs.
Dragon crack her knuckles. "It seems like these Sirens are trying to weaken everyone by attacking the Alliance Capital Cities."
George V then ponders about the state of Sakura Empire's Capital, it was not been to long since Tokyo got bombed from the previous battle between Sakura Empire and Modern Kansens along with Azur Lane Alliance.
"What is going on in Sakura Empire right now?" She ponders.
...
Sakura Empire's Territorial Waters
At the sparking surface of the ocean below the glinting sun above, a lone Destroyer with a length of 495ft silhouetted the horizon.
A Dog-Girl Woman in her early 20s wearing a sort shirt and jacket with loose socks stood at the deck of Murasame Class Destroyer.
"Dog-ear twitching noise*
That Woman's Dog-ears twitch as it caught a glimpse of the faint yet audible explosion noises from the distance.
"That sounded like gunfire and bombs from the distance."
She said as her Dog-ears then again heard another sound, but this time it was a jet-engine as it thundered through the air.
"The SOS Transmitted come from that direction seems to be Japanese.... Do you think we need to intervene? The Transmission seems urgent."
She then turns her attention behind at the person she's been talking to.
The person she's been talking to is a man with Fox-Ears and Nine-Tails with purple color fur, he wore a fashionable Samurai Drees along with 3 Katanas with different designs. The design differs as it holds different elemental attacks.
The man is sitting at the forward VLS Cells in deep contemplation as his eyes were both closed, but his Fox-ears are open and listening at the echoing battle in the distance.
After his contemplation he opened his eyes and stands on his feet, his long tied hair flow at the sea breeze.
He unsheathes one of his Katana from its sheathe, the blade shin as the glint of the sun touches its surface.
Dozens of Wisdom Cubes circle around him and quickly formed into Metal Flight Deck Rigging Form with Samurai-like Armor Shoulder Plates as the Flight Deck with hull number DDH-183.
"Prepare yourself... our comrades need a hand." He said pointing his katana at the direction where the battle sounded.
"We're heading into combat."