Off the coast State of Virginia, Both JP Jones, Kidd and Zumwalt found themselves confused for a moment as they were face-to-face with Lafayette and Friends.
Both were surprised to see Lafayette, a Frenchie in the eyes of the Americans. JP Jones left speechless and mouth-gapped, Kidd on the other hand looks like a supported mother with a motherly smile. Zumwalt just looked at him like deadweight of some sort.
Both JP Jones, Kidd and Zumwalt looked at the person in front of them he had the stature of a Middle-Schooler who got dragged into a war, and surrounded by escorts.
"What in the name of Napoleon Dynamite." JP Jones exclaimed in surprise to see Lafayette.
"A f*cken' Frenchman, ey?" Kidd said.
"All my life I have expected any surprises... yet I failed to comprehend that a French would greet us." Zumwalt said, his tone one of disappointment.
Lafayette spoke, as he sensed that the three were judging him by the looks they both gave to him. "Please don't look at me like that. I know it sounds weird but it is what it is."
"Yeah, we know.... But aren't you 're supposed to be stationed on the Pacific. What are you doing here?" JP Jones said as he pointed at him.
"And it seems I'm not the only commissioned Ship that being summoned here." Zumwalt added.
Lafayette is embarrassed and had a hard time of how he would explain to them how he ended-up in this world along with the others.
"How the hell did you end up in this world?" JP Jones questioned.
"I'm about to asked you the same too but before that, we need to discuss things in private." Lafayette said as he motioned to them to follow him inside the ship.
JP Jones, Kidd and Zumwalt followed suit to discuss things in private space as the topic of their transference was so sensitive. Inside the ship, they both discussed the current situation and the whole ordeal with the Siren Threat.
"Ah, I see... so that's how things going here, the Sirens conduct a surprise invasion of Mainland America?"
"Correction, it's Eagle Union." A cat-girl with a grumpy frown face.
Kidd and JP Jones look at the cat as it interrupts him, and Hamman finds herself in an embarrassing situation. Flustered, she quickly turned away.
"Annoying cat..." Zumwalt muttered, not liking her tone.
"My apologies about the impoliteness of my subordinates. She's quite... umm... how do I say this." Lafayette is careful about the words coming out of his mouth.
"Rude Feline." Both Laffey said in unison.
"HEY!" Hamman hissed.
JP Jones and Kidd broke into laughter as their stoic demeanor diminished. Lafayette too let out a small chuckle. Zumwalt looks annoyed at the noise reverberating inside the room.
"Say Frenchman... how did you ended-up in this girls only fan club. You seems to be lost in all this chaos." Zumwalt stated flatly, directly aiming to the point.
Lafayette scratched the back of his neck in total embarrassment. "Well...." He stammered between words. "to be frank with you all. this was my Division of ASW Warships."
"And the lady with an armor here is your preferred Babysitter." Zumwalt turn a glance at Saint Louis who's standing beside Lafayette like a Guard ready to pounce.
Saint Louis meet his gaze, she gripped her polearm tightly, she can sense the aura the man was exerting yet his presence was not to be found, as if he was just calm water in turbulent storm.
'This guy felt different. Here he was, yet his presence can't be found.' Her thought raced for answers.
Lafayette turn and look to his side and back at him. "Well, not a preferred one, just dropped it into me."
"And that leads to your medal on your chest." Zumwalt pointed at the Dragon Slayer Medal bestowed upon Lafayette at besting Regensburg.
Both JP Jones and Kidd squinted to see the pinned Medal on his left chest.
"'Dragon Slayer'. That's quite a tittle." JP Jones said, amazed at the achievement of the guy.
"You slay a dragon like Siren?" Kidd asked, eyes glinting.
Zumwalt in the other hand has a new side quest, if stronger foes existed in this world, he was motivated to say the least as the face he made can be seen.
"I'm intrigued..."
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~Time Skip~
At the bow of the Guided Missile Frigate, Kidd and JP Jones had a mixture of reactions on their faces. The thing they were looking at was quite a beauty of its own. Two Forward Triple-Gun Turrets and Dual Purpose Twin 5-Inch Gun, at the rear a 2 Twin Terrier Missile Launcher pointing up like a spear striking the sky.
The one Ship they were looking at was a Cleveland Class Cruiser converted into a Missile Cruiser with striking notable is the Two Twin Terrier Missile Launcher on the aft in replacement of the aft triple turrets. Cleveland the first of her Class of Cruiser is the first one to receive the Missile Conversion.
[Author's note: Cleveland Missile Conversion is similar in layout to the Boston-Class Missile Cruiser as it retained its two-forward triple-gun turret. The aft triple-gun turret was replaced with 2 twin Terrier Missile Launchers.]
"Terrier Missile? That thing should be making its first debut in the 50s." Kidd remarked.
"I guess Carrier Strike Group 1 did manage to exchange some technologies with the Eagle Union. The Terrier Missile was a good start before they climbed at the tech tree of the Standard Missile Family." JP Jones said his thoughts.
"CLG-55 USS Cleveland." Kidd read the hull designation of the passing Cruiser.
"It seems this American Government's counterpart is in a hurry to put this Guided Missile Cruiser into action." JP Jones commented.
"Quite revolutionary... yet outdated." Zumwalt said, gazing at the Terrier Missiles sticking-out at the deck.
As the three gaze at the passing Guided Missile Cruiser, their attention shifted above as the roaring engine got both of their attention.
"F9 Panthers." Both exclaimed.
"Hmm.... Not bad for the time...." Zumwalt mused.
"My guess was right, it's a preparation for something big." JP Jones said.
Kidd Whistled. "Quite good for them, seeing these marvels of the 50s flying here in the 40s. Those birds will be an additional muscle to the growing Air-Power of Azur Lane."
"It seems you three have been looking at my Ship." A Tomboyish voice spoke behind them; the tone of the voice was hinted as feminine but they found it familiar. They turned and were surprised.
"Cleveland?" they both said in a tone of confusion.
In front of them is Cruiser Cleveland and not the LCS-Cleveland they knew, the dress and skirt along with the long hair blew their image of the later Cleveland.
"You knew my name." Cruiser Cleveland said enthusiastically.
"No... but your appearance is akin to the Cleveland we knew of." JP Jones said in a tone of confusion and amazement.
"This confuses me..." Zumwalt admitted, he was confused at her different appearance.
"Cleveland's long lost twin, he might lose his mind after meeting her," Kidd said with a slight chuckle.
That caught Cruiser Cleveland's attention and ask. "He?"
Kidd spoke. "Yeah, he really looks like you and sounded like you albeit in a lower pitch tone. All in all, you two were twins."
"Really? Wow, he must be a Cruiser – or a Destroyer like you." Cruiser Cleveland said with fascination as sparkles can be seen glinting in her eyes.
Both JP Jones and Kidd cringe from the inside as they are frightened to spill the beans about LCS Cleveland.
But Zumwalt harsh undertone cuts through the silence. "More of disappointment."
"EH?!" Cruiser Cleveland was taken aback as she only le out a noise.
"He, who lacks fire power, and barely called a Ship combatant and needed of towing in the high seas."
JP Jones explained the whole LCS Defects. "It was a whole class of defect, and LCS Cleveland shared some of the problems, but the newer built hulls which he belongs to negated those defect, but the problem was still there. The whole class lacks fire power in the open high seas."
Cruiser Cleveland index finger on her lower lip as she looked-up thoughtfully. "I guess it was on the class, can't blame him."
"Blame the one who forgo with the whole class— "
JP Jones cuts in, stopping Zumwalt from further humiliating the LCS Class in front of the others. "I think that's enough. I'll let them figure out their difference if they meet-up later."
As Zumwalt stop exposing the LCS's key weaknesses, the friendly conversation.
As the lightly conversation filled with chatter, an unforeseen upheaval is about to bragged in to ruin the day.
Zumwalt sensed the absurdities gazed up. Up above purple circle appeared and was drawn as a Magic-Circle with an unknown scribe orbiting around the edge.
"The second wave... had come." He said calmly.
"A Magic-Circle?" Kidd exclaimed.
"That's a Siren Portal!" Cruiser Cleveland informed them in haste.
"A persistent opponent." Zumwalt said, not bothered by the Siren numbers coming out of the Portal.
JP Jones quickly reacted as his Aegis Radar detected objects coming out of the Portal up above. "Unknown objects inbound, it's inside the portal!"
Multiple Siren Planes come out from the Portal and fly in the azure sky as they own the air. The two Arleigh Burke Destroyers raised their aft Phalanx CIWS's rotary cannon up and connected to the flight path of the intruders. Without any authorization, the two Destroyers unleashed their hail of bullets at the flyers above.
"Enemy attack!"
Cruiser Cleveland ran across the deck and jumped over the railing, her Ship dematerialized and materialized beside her as her Rigging.
Cruiser Cleveland's new Rigging configuration: On her left Rigging is the forward Triple-Gun Turret and Single Twin-Gun 5-Ich Turret, on the left are the two twin Terrier Missile Launcher armed with Terrier Missile, and the rear Rigging holds the antenna mast and two bulky missile guidance for the Terrier Missile.
( IMAGE )
Cruiser Cleveland dashes off after landing at the surface of the water, her guns with their proximity fuse dealt some of the Siren planes as the sky was engulfed with puffs of detonation. The Terrier Missile dealt the high-flying ones out of the range of the guns.
F9 Panthers and F8 Sabers launched from the nearest Mainland Air-Base. The Fighters came into action as the defense on the Mainland was on high alert for another potential second wave. The second wave they waited for came and they were prepared.
But the focus of attention JP Jones and Kidd is not in the air but in the surface. The surface glowed in a purple hue and multiple Mass-Produced Siren Ships emerged in numbers dwarfing that of the previous one. Along with the Ships, Executor-Class slowly hovers down from the Portal in numbers. The design and red color scheme differ but the overall shape is the same.
"So the color differs in ranks." JP Jones mused.
"The previous ones had a mixture of colors of yellow and purple. This one is striking red." Kidd said eyes on her telescope.
"Those were Dreamworld Avatar type." Lafayette notifies the two.
The two quickly turn to face him. "I rather prefer the 'Mark' Variant designations than whatever that name is." JP Jones said his opinion of the Executor-Class variant designation.
"I gotta go with Jones here, In military designation it's kinda dumb." Kidd sided with JP Jones's opinion.
"They were the ones naming themselves, not us." Lafayette said.
"Leave the naming convention be... different colors or not, weakling as they were." Zumwalt said unbothered.
JP Jones and Kidd looked at him, not of concern a profound contentment. Lafayette was confused as to why he treats such foes with of his concerns.
"Dude! Those were like their strength level of measurement, you can't just ignore it." Lafayette said frantically.
"Sir Lafayette is right, each Sirens have level of strength that needed to be cautioned of do not engage them alone." Saint Louis cautioned.
"I'll take that as complement." Zumwalt respond, not listening.
"You don't have to worry about that. he can handle them just fine." JP Jones said.
Zumwalt looked at the horizon to find any opponent worthy of his blade, it didn't take him that long as he saw the towering silhouette of a Massive Siren Ship.
"I'll take that as mine." He pointed.
"Orochi!!!" the Shipgirls voices echoed, their tone tinged with concern.
"Don't be ridiculous, you need a special weapon to beat one—"
Saint Louis was cut-off there by Zumwalt. "Do not interfere, Woman. The challenge is mine, and no one shall take it."
Zumwalt then prepared his fighting stance, Katana at the ready. "I overcome challenge that possess threat to democracy... I am the Calm before the storm..."
Several Wisdom Cubes floated around him engulfing him in an ethereal glow, then came his Ship Rigging, boxy angular and full with edges, the AGS Gun/Rail Gun was mounted on the right, the Conventional Prompt Strike Missile Launcher was position to the left.
His blocky and sharp edges of his Rigging shimmered under the sun, the look was that of intimidating and towering superstructure.
"Taste the judgement of my blade." He began as lightning crackles around him, rising like a tempo of an orchestra.
( IMAGE )
"Judgement Strike."
And just like a lightning bearing down on the ground, Zumwalt dashed forward, phasing out in a blur from everyone's vision. In his wake, the deck trembled, plumes of water rose, followed by a sonic boom like a thunderclap.
Eyes followed the trail Zumwalt had left; it guided them to one of the Orochi. The Massive Siren Warship was quickly cut into pieces. Like Lego pieces breaking apart, water splashed as it gave way to the sinking chunks of Orochi's Hull.
Everyone was mouth a gapped at what they just saw, Saint Louis was mostly surprise as she adjusted her footing on the deck.
"He-he's fast!" she stammered.
"Did he just cut Orochi into pieces like it was nothing!" Lafayette screamed in horror as he saw Orochi getting sliced and diced like that on "Ninja Fruit Mobile Game".
"im - Impossible... no way!" Ticonderoga exclaimed in utter surprise at Zumwalt's ability to just move such speed and have a momentum and sharpness to cut Orochi with ease.
The Force-field that Orochi had was quickly shattered, followed by the separating hulk of the hull of the Massive Siren Ship. The sonic boom that Zumwalt had made on his quick dash had thrown some of the Humanoid Sirens out into the air.
At the bow of the sinking Orochi there he stood and watch in the middle of the Siren Fleet. Like the same scene unfolded, he took down one Orochi with ease, and the defense shatters the moment his bade ended the Massive Siren Warship.
"This is an utter disappointment."
One of the Siren Ship fires its Plasma Cannon at him. Like usual, he parries the incoming shell his Katana, spinning it till he returns it to the one Siren Ship that fired at him.
That ended that Siren Ship's naval career, as the shell it fired was return in kind. And its explodes taking the whole Siren Ship with it.
The Humanoid Sirens, mostly Executor Class quickly raised their Plasma Cannon at him ready to fire, but the initial shock still lingers, visible as some trembled in dread at the man's unknown presence. He was there standing, yet his presence was hard to differentiate as his aura was all over the place.
Zumwalt glanced at the Executor-Class. "Do not disappoint me... cause I am motivated."
"The hell with you!" Breaker Mk-III pointed her Plasma Cannon at him, shivers shivers visibly running all over her body.
Zumwalt slashed her off, as if not wanting to hear her nonsense anymore. "Silence...."
She was cut in half in a single motion, like mere paper to his blade. Zumwalt came in search of challenge and power, wanting his presence known, that he was indeed the strongest Warship that floated between two worlds: Earth and this world.
His action caught the attention of the Dreamworld Avatar Breakers who witnessed his attack. It was a blur, but the swift act signaled danger if he remained afloat.
"Better compensate with that color scheme... Or I'll be disappointed and ... unmotivated," Zumwalt said, pointing his Katana at one of them.
"Let's see about that." Dreamworld Avatar Breaker and the rest pointed their Plasma Cannons at him, each muzzle shimmering.
"...Gladly..."
"Finish him!"
Zumwalt quickly shifted into a fighting stance, leaping forward with dashing speed, his presence blurred.
"Now I'm more motivated."
Dreamworld Avatar Breaker shot their Plasma Cannons at him like lines of light, but Zumwalt's movement was a blur, and all the shots they fired missed the target.
Zumwalt's Katana glinted, and with a swift motion, Dreamworld Avatar Breaker's Plasma Cannons were all slashed in the blink of an eye. With a quick shift, he took out one Executor Class beside her. He didn't spare a single one.
The Rail Gun on his right Rigging swiveled and pointed at the other Executor Class. The barrel crackled with electricity as power surged, charging the Magnetic Rails.
The Executors raised their defense, deploying translucent Force Fields. The Executors were confident that their defenses wouldn't falter in the face of such an opponent, but their optimism was clouded by misjudgment; the one aiming at them was 'the calm, before the storm' itself.
HVP (Hypervelocity Projectile) Rounds flew out of the barrel and tore through the reality they were putting up, shattering their defenses as well as their hopes of defense.
The Executors were all aghast, their eyes wide in their miscalculation.
"What an utter fool...." Zumwalt said, drawing his Katana with blinding speed.
The image the Sirens saw was a blur as their lives were cut off in an instance, not giving them the pleasure to react.
At USS Lafayette's deck.
JP Jones and Kidd broke their daze, as they too were next to impressed the others
"Guess we have to entertained our guests, Zumwalt is getting all the attentions." He remarked as he cocked the charging handle of his M4A1 in ready.
"Let's greet them with an American gesture," Kidd added with jest as she casually pulled the hammer of her M1911s.
"Take what you can, and give nothing back."
Without wasting any of the time, the 3 American Kansens activated their Riggins as their whole body was engulfed in bluish light.
"Let's go!"
LRAMs and Block V Tomahawks flew out of the VLS Cells of the Burkes, Lafayette and JP Jones both equipped with NSMs Box Launchers fired their Naval Strike Missiles at the unarmored Siren Ships.
~Below Surface~
Jimmy furrowed his gaze as he once again face-to-face with an enemy he hated to see, either they changed their color to red, it didn't matter to him as he only saw them as a nuisance.
"Guess who's back..." He asked through the low radio wave in an attempt of communication.
Like any typical villain, the communication was snubbed. In return, they opened fire with waves of Homing-Torpedoes at him.
Jimmy quickly flooded his ballast tanks forward and aft in order to dove down below the depth limits of the Sirens. Countermeasures were launched to attract the Homing-Torpedoes with the sound it produces.
"Torpedo tubes 1, 2 to 8."
"Torpedo tubes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 armed and ready." The A.I. Onboard confirms.
"Fire."
One by one, each torpedo tube released Light-Weight Torpedoes in place of the MK-48s. Light-Weight Torpedo are half in size and weight of the MK-48 Heavy Deep Diving Torpedo and were used as supplementary. They are not as excellent in big punch as the MK-48s, but numerous enough to supplement the firepower.
Each Light-Weight Torpedo found its mark and engaged, the explosion tore through the defenses of the Lurkers Dreamworld Avatar. The accuracy and nimbleness of the Light-Weight Torpedo surprised them greatly than they anticipated.
"What the! This is out of our database." The Led Lurker exclaimed as she expected the MK-48s is the one they were facing.
The Modern Kansens is power on a 1 to 1 scale, but not that god-like when it was surrounded on both sides, the Sirens opted for the saturation attack. MK-48 Torpedo is dangerous and powerful but lacks in numbers, and so they thought.
Unfortunately for them, the Seawolf Class of Submarines are total hunters of the Cold waters of the Cold War between the Soviets and America. A hunter Submarine named after a Wolfish that prowls the Atlantic, the Seawolf Class is America's pack of Wolves made to hunt and kill. And one of that wolf is baring its fangs at the Sirens.
Torpedo tubes 1, 2 and 8 quickly being reloaded with another Light-Weight Torpedo, lightness of the Torpedo eased the reloading time and quickly loaded all 8 torpedo tubes. Another barrage of Light-Weight Torpedo was fired from his Submarine Rigging.
"How the hell is he maneuvering like that, his too big too big to even compare to any record about the Modern Kansens, and yet. He's moving like an underwater hunter on its prey." Led Lurker mused in disbelief as they swam in the water where the Wolf hunts.
Jimmy closed the distance for him to attack, at a distance of 10m, Jimmy pulled a 'Sailed-by' as he fired his MK-10 Underwater Rifle at them. Burst of needles pierced some of the Lurkers and their Riggings.
[Author's Info: Mk-10 is just I made-up weapon, I only got the idea about the MK-1 underwater pistol of the Navy Seal and APS Underwater Assault Rifle of the Soviets. The MK-10 is just a variant of the M4 that shoots darts.]
Led Lurker removed one of the needles that managed to stab her at her shoulder, yellow blood gushes as she grits in pain. The humiliation was unbearable as she and the others got owned.
"Bastard... you'll pay for this." She cursed with an eye of retribution gazing at him.
Jimmy didn't fail to notice the death glare aimed at him, in kind he returned the gesture as he never intended to run in a fight.
'So the Sirens got serious, huh? Guess I have to get serious too.' He thought. "Skill Activate: Orca."
( IMAGE )
Boeing XLUUV Orca emerged beside him like being summoned with a shimmering glow. Boeing XLUUV Orca is a Large Unmanned Underwater Vehicle made for carrying large payloads such as underwater mines, or more lethal like torpedoes.
Boeing Orca's feature look like a Mechanical Orca Whale in its Kansenization form with its black and white skin pattern.
"Boe, launch torpedoes." Jimmy ordered his Boeing XLUUV Orca he named 'Boe'.
Boe lets out a whale sound as his side-hatch opens where the Light-Weight Torpedo is launched.
Led Lurker's eyes widened as she saw the trails of bubbles coming on their way, she ordered the rest to launch countermeasures in frantic.
*Ping... ping... ping... ping-ping-ping.... BOOOM! *
The Lurkers were no match for the unexpected team-up between two ocean hunters. A Seawolf and Killer Whale Orca.
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"What?! Are you not gonna attack? HAH! Come on!" Theodore's voice boomed like a megaphone pointed at someone's ear.
'What the hell is this? Is she some kind of mad woman, she splits one of ours into half with bear strength and she's asking more!' Strategist MK-III's mind goes bananas after Theodore's remark.
"You're a violent one for such magnitude, but it doesn't matter you will fall with your own hubris as our numbers and resolve outweighs yours." She said in order to struck a core in mockery by pointing out her height.
"Aww... Throwing insults, are you afraid of getting punched in the face by a 'cute, sweet and innocent' little girl... aren't you." Theodore said mimicking the usual Loli- Face with sparkles.
'Cute, sweet and innocent?! You're more like a little devil.' Strategist MK-III said in her inner thoughts as her brows twitch, not because of the wit, but because of the truth. She's afraid of getting jack-hammered in the face by a Mechanical Teddy-Bear.
"What's wrong miss latex-pants-got scared?" she said in mockery with a gesture. "Got scared sacredly-puss."
"Enough with your insolence! I swear to my fallen brethren, too where you stand would be your grave!" She snapped as she couldn't bear the insults that were given to her.
"Attack her, attack her at once!" She shouted in a commanding undertone as she commanded all to attack at once in one single target.
"Now we're talken'." Theodore said with a grin while she smacked her palm with her right fist, her Mechanical Teddy-Bear did the same with its knuckles.
"Catch this." She said while she showered the attacking Sirens with Freedom-Bullets with volume. Like C-RAM on steroids defending an American Base against multiple mortar fires coming in different directions.
"Elbow-Rocket!"
"Elbow-Rocket: engage." The A.I. Onboard notified as the elbow joints of the right Mechanical-Hand of her Rigging spout fire in the nuzzle.
One unlucky Breaker MK-III got the unluckiest draw of the lottery as a Mechanical-Hand curled in a fist swing right into her face in a speed much-f*ck.
Breaker MK-III received a right hook in the face. She didn't just see multiple starts, she also saw red and white stripes and circles along. The force of the punch that was thrown was so powerful it crushed her bones and Rigging, she was blown several cows away till she crashed. Mingled and broken.
The battle ensued as one casualty was nothing more than statistics, Theodore threw relentless freedom with the attacking Sirens. Switching to wrist-mounted Dual-M61 Vulcan Cannons to Wrist-Mounted Heat Swords.
Cannon Fire and slashes with Heat-Sword were thrown along with punches. Even with the Heavy Unit she is, she managed to dodge and evade the incoming attacks that were thrown at her. While dodging and evading she return fire with Bullets and Missiles in gesture. Not in a friendly way, but in a Hawaiian gesture (middle finger raised).
Strategist MK-III observes Theodore's maneuvers in order to create a counterattack against the 'Heavy Unit of a Loli' she's facing. She's careful on her step, one wrong step she will be squashed into a fruit worse getting baptized by 20mm Depleted Uranium Rounds.
Then at the edge of her eye, she saw a weakness, a blind spot. Like any armored combatant, there are still blind spots. With a grin, she lunged an attack.
"Gotcha – you're mine!" she shouted while she fired her Plasma Beam. (Plasma Beam is a heavy concentrated energy and more powerful than a Plasma Cannon.)
Theodore saw the incoming attack, but it was too late for her to move out of the way. She blocked the incoming attack with her right wrist-mounted Dual 20mm Vulcan Cannon. The attack was so strong that the metal plating melted, and her wrist-mounted Dual 20mm Vulcan Cannon blew up in a fiery explosion.
The explosion and dust gave the illusion that Theodore parted away. Strategist MK-III laughed and was overjoyed at her success. It may be a success but it took them a three-fourth of their number and force. It's a sacrifice Strategist MK-III and the rest are willing to take in order to defeat one great enemy.
"HAHAHA, seems like your own hubris is your own downfall. I gotta admit that you were a formidable foe, too bad your meddling ends today." She remarked at her proclaimed victory.
But all the celebratory stop a slow clap sounded in the cover of the dust. The slow clap sounded like a mockery and the applause felt like an insult.
"I gotta say too... you're quite brainy one, yet you judged prematurely in desperation." The dust prated and it shows Theodore with a bruise in the head, her clothes is dusted with dirt. Her Mechanical Teddy-Bear Rigging only received burn marks, the right hand though had burns and fire.
"No-no, I-it can't be... that explosion should have finished you! How? how are you still alive!" Strategist MK-III cried out in panic.
With a dark shadow covering her eyes, she grins. "Have you heard – DOUBLE-TAP!"
Theodore lunges at her at a speed that the other Executor-Class saw her just vanish in their sights, right to where she stood for once only dust can be seen.
Strategist MK-III tried to make a move, but to her surprise, Theodore emerged in front of her as she blinked her eyes. The hand of the Mechanical Teddy-Bear Rigging reached for her as she tried to flee in sight. The grip to her was tight like a 'Bear-Trap'
Theodore slammed her to the ground as to pinned her down, the impact to the ground is so strong that it cratered. Strategist MK-III spits blood from her mouth as her internal organs bleed.
Theodore waited for her to get a grasp of the situation she was in before speaking. "We the Backbone and the Striking Hammer of the United States Navy were built to withstand external or internal explosion, ruptured hull and nuclear blast. Do you think that little firecracker of yours is enough to kill me? Think again."
Strategist MK-III listened closely as her breathing and heart beat faster, she was pinned down to the ground and above her was a 'Unit' of a Machine.
"It would take more than a bullet to kill a bull moose," Theodore said as she slowly raised her right hand while curling a fist. Her Mechanical Teddy-Bear also raised a curled fist just like hers.
In Strategist MK-III's eyes, the reflection of the Mechanical Fist hovering above her head like a Hammer ready to strike down on a nail.
"No.... no.... no!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed in horror in the face of death. She struggled to break free from the grip of the Mechanical Arm holding her down to the ground.
"Please no, please no, please no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a blank face that didn't show any emotion to the pleading Siren, Theodore stared down at her like how the American Justice System was cruel to anyone with a strike of a gavel.
The eyeballs of her Mechanical Teddy-Bear Rigging locked its sights on Strategist MK-III on the ground resisting its grip on her, like the targeting sights of any American Killer Machine. The aim is at the head.
"Elbow Rocket: engage."
Theodore commanded as the nuzzles behind the elbow joints of the Right Mechanical Arm. The fire at the nuzzle changed from red to blue as the thrust increased.
From Strategist MK-III's POV, everything is slow as her eyes can see the Mechanical Fist is aiming for her head. There's nothing she can do to accept her fate, a fate of death.
*BOOOM*
The cratered ground once again cratered as the power of the punch plows through the ground like a detonating nuke with dust clouds rising up in the sky in the shape of mushroom clouds. At the cloud of dust, Theodore emerged along with her Mechanical Teddy-Bear Rigging, the eyes of her Rigging glow like a soulless Killing Machine.
The Executor-Class were all silent, they were silent and look at the Right Mechanical Arm, Siren Blood drips at the drenched cold steel fingers. They all stood frozen as they felt like minions in front of a Boss, their feeling ain't wrong as they were now against a 'Boss Fight'.
"I claimed the head of your leader, surrender, or perish." She gave them a demand of surrender or annihilation.
The demand was a bitter pill to swallow, they didn't have that much of a choice either lower their weapon or die.
Pride and loyalty to the Siren race are strong in their mindset and choose to raise their weapon and not follow the demands of the enemy. The idea of the Siren was to rule any world they conquered and claim the rightful race to rule everything.
"Not a wise choice," Theodore said in a tone of sympathy as another slaughter was about to fall at the remaining Sirens.
White House, Oval Office.
FDR peeked out the window at the Oval Office even with protests from the Military Heads of his colleagues. He continued to peek through as he watched the slaughter that was going on the South Lawn.
"I can't believe she tanked all of them alone." Gen. Eisenhower said as he peeked too.
"I've read astonishing reports about Miss Enterprise's combat report, this way more gruesome than the report documents we daily read." Adm. King said in a reserved undertone.
FDR moved out the window and sat on the couch far away from the opening. "I only read a report about the Modern Kansen's crazy abilities and ferocity, but that one is an eye-opener to what kind of world they were in."
"I've heard it's peaceful," Washington said with ease.
"Yes, peaceful... but those guys seem to see far worse than anything this world can throw at them." He said mutteringly.
FDR was right about his assumptions as the Modern Kansens (Few of them) engaged in conflict either conventional or unconventional. Theodore participated in Operation Desert Shield and later on changed into Desert Storm. After the 911 Attack, Theodore sailed to aid the present Enterprise (65) and Vinson in the bombing of al-Qaeda. In 2003 she provided the Ground Force over Iraq on Operation Iraqi Freedom, and later on engaged in War on Terror.
"Let's just hope she didn't get overboard and throw a literal sun." FDR jokingly said to break the tense atmosphere willed up in the room.
Everyone chuckled at the President's light banter as it lightened the mood a bit. Joke it may be, but Theodore is planning it from the start if force comes to shove to stop the numerous Sirens pouring out of the portal.
Theodore glanced up above DC where the massive portal floated like the 'Gates of Hell' looming over humanity. After dealing with all the Executor-Class she's now left to deal with sealing the portal above.
"How are we going to close it?" Texas standing beside her inquired.
"I don't know... maybe detonating a Nuclear Bomb might do the job but.... I wouldn't put my bet on that one. the radiation and nuclear blast might turn the capital into a hellscape." Theodore answered genuinely.
Texas was confused about the mention of a Nuclear Bomb but she moved it aside as turning the capital as hellscape gave her the image of the devastation. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe turning the capital into a hellscape would not be a good call in closing the portal."
Theodore nodded her head without breaking a glance at the portal, as she thought of plans of how to close the portal above she caught something she could use as crucial to her plans.
She saw one F/A-18 Super Hornet give chase at one of the Siren Planes with it nose on its tail. AIM-9X flew out of the wing tip as it locked to its chasing target. The AIM-9X followed its target until it disappeared as it flew below the purple portal. No one knew what just happened, but it clicked to her mind that the postal in two ways.
If a missile can pass through the portal without a problem like that of the Sirens, she grins as she had now the perfect plan of closing the portal above.
"He, he, he... I hope they all got sunscreens." She muttered with a sinister undertone.
Texas quickly noticed the little-girl beside her is starting to look like a devil with its mischievous grin. She can't fathom what kind of sinister plan is working on inside her head. "Is everything alright?" She asked albeit shaky.
"Contact everyone to leave the vicinity of the portal above – I'm going to close it with force." Theodore said abandoning the sinister look on her face and pointing in that direction.
"R-Right." Texas acknowledged the command given and radioed everyone in the vicinity of the portal. After receiving the order, everyone is in throttle with their reverse gear.
"Danger Close! Danger Close! Danger Close! Evacuate the area." The Major that is commanding the whole Manjuu Marines barked at the comms as the order of withdrawal is hastily shouted.
"Move out!" One of the NCOs of the Manjuu Marines shouted to his Squad Members.
"F*ck! F*ck, F*ck!!!!!!!"
The Manjuu Marines tactically withdrew while firing back with their rifle. Abrams Tank, ACVs and UGVs retreated out of the area that was designated as Danger Close.
"The hell is going on?!" Loader Felecia shouted at the radio as the connection went chaotic.
"That sounds dangerous." Gunner Naomi said.
"Danger Close, it means the whole area is about to get bombed." Lt. Kay informed the whole Saunders Tank Platoon.
"Helmet-Chan get us out of here." She bellowed.
Helmet-Chan the Tank Driver of the Led Pershing Tank switches gear as the whole Saunders Platoon goes in full reverse at the street. Not just them, but everyone on their vehicle or foot, everyone withdrew out of the designated area of the Air-Strike.
Abrams Tank provided rear cover at the retreating Azur Lane Ground Forces, while in reverse the 20mm Smooth Bore Guns fired simultaneously. The whizzing of the AFSDF sounded overhead and slammed at the front armor of the Siren Tank like a hot knife through butter.
AH-64 Apache provides Air-Support from above as the 30mm Bushmaster Chin-Mounted Chaingun synchronized with 30mm mounted above the Abrams Tank turret.
"All Combatants are out of the designated area- I repeat all combatants are out of the designated area." The Major commanding officer radioed after the safe withdrawal of the radius of the air-strike area.
Theodore slowly moved her hand out of her earpiece as the communication cut out with the Combatant's withdrawal.
"Glados, change threat perception level to Defcon-1" Theodore ordered for immediate readiness for nuclear war.
"Nuclear code authorization:" Glados asked for nuclear authorization with the key codes for the nuclear bombs.
"Command authorization: confirmed...." Theodore gave the key codes for the nuclear bombs.
The sudden nuclear threat activation, Theodore's Rigging blinks light red with its light indicator followed by a blaring alarm.
Texas was alarmed at the absurdities, she didn't have to ask what the with shifts of atmosphere, she knew the danger the air it carriers. She stepped back at her as her instincts warned her about the sudden shift of atmosphere.
"What the!... what's going on?" she uttered in fright.
A single B-61 Nuclear Gravity Bomb materialized at Theodore's Mechanical Teddy-Bear right arm. As for everyone familiar with a Football throw, Theodore gets into a throwing pose as she's about to do some 'Yeetus Deletus' with a B-61 Nuclear Gravity Bomb as an Oblong-Ball.
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Her Mechanical Teddy-Bear Rigging stretched its left hand forward with a relaxed open palm hand, while the right hand holding the B-61 Nuclear Gravity Bomb stretched back for a throw. Hydraulic fluids fill the hydraulic pistons that move the joints. The ground where she stood cratered with the pressure she exerted, the pressure was strong as she gathered energy for a throw. She's careful not to overstretch nor fall short. She's holding the fate of Washington DC in her hands, she had one goal. Sent the nuke to the other side of the portal.
Glados, Theodore's onboard A.I. calculated the trajectory of her throw. Like a fire-control system onboard each Ship Combatant, the bullet trajectory, the corollary effect, the wind – all being meticulously calculated for a once-in-a-lifetime throw.
"Calculation: Complete. Target: Portal above Washington DC." Glados said in confirmation of the data she calculated.
"Be gone...! TH*T!!!!!!!"
She shouted as she threw the 'Yeetus Deletus' over the portal floating above DC, the B-61 Nuclear Gravity Bomb she threw broke the sonic barrier as it flew Mach-Jesus. (Because God Speed) the B-61 Nuclear Gravity Bomb became a Hypersonic Missile as it flew in the direction of the portal.
Texas beside her covered her face as the sonic boom blew a gust of wind at her that is equivalent to a Typhoon category, the wind almost blew her away, but she stood her ground to see the end of the result.
At the Portal. The Sirens that is guarding the portal just saw something pass through the portal they were guarding like someone fired a direct artillery on it.
"What the f*ck was that?!" One of them exclaimed in surprise.
"I-I-I don't know." The other one said with a shrug.
Other side of the Portal, Siren Dimension
After the AIM-9X passes through and targeted one poor soul of a Siren trying to pass through the Portal, that Siren got the honorary title of being the first ever to die on Siren Dimension in the hands of a stray Missile.
One death didn't concern the rest, but some noticed the Missile passing through their domain, and it got them thinking about the potential upcoming threat on the other side.
Breaker Dreamworld Avatar ordered one MK-I to give the report to Zero about one enemy Missile passing through. She anticipated for another coincidence to happen and some may pass through the portal. Luckily for her, she didn't have to wait as an object that flew in Mach-Jesus passed through and slammed on the ground. She and the others ducked down for a follow-up attack, but none came.
She dusted off herself after seeing no follow-up attack came through, she walked toward the bomb that passes through the portal to inspect. At first glance, she thought of it as a Dud-Bomb. At the bomb there something is written.
"AH – LO – HAH?"
She read the message that was written at the body of the Bomb. But before she could speak even further, the B-61 Nuclear Gravity Bomb goes 'ALOHA' on their faces as they are all greeted by the bright morning sun - courtesy by the Americans as always.
For the first time and forever, the Siren Minions got sunshine in their life. The sun that shuns over their Dimension ain't natural as it was scientifically plausible. The Sirens have no sunscreen as they all burn with the power of the sun.
The nuclear explosion blew everything, as in everything burns in nuclear hellfire with the heat of an artificial sun. The teleportation device along with the Siren Army got vaporized. The EMP Shockwave burs all the electronics of the Sirens as everything around them collapses. From towers to buildings, as any Siren infrastructure goes out of power.
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Zero on her balcony saw sunshine in her territory for the first time, she was delighted to see the sunshine. Or straight-up angry as her Dimension got nuked.
She gritted her teeth as decades of planning got wiped out by a single bomb that decimated the Siren Force from Azur Lane to her world. A small package with a huge impact just got delivered to her world.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!"
She grieved and was angry at the decades she prepared for the third invasion of the Human World had just been wiped out of existence by the breed of Humans known as Americans.
"Good thing I have my own plans in case something like this would happen."
War protocol said with her stoic face that she wasn't fazed at the nuclear detonation as she deduced this kind of a plan would fail as Code-G made a move. The one that really caught her off-guard is the appearance of Code-X.
Code-X is what represents the flipside of American democracy, she's the amalgamation of American Diplomacy and Response in the cover of the word 'Proportion'. She saw the unshackled strength of Enterprise-80 letting what she's meant to be. A harbinger of Death to those who oppose Democracy.
War Protocol closes her eyes and sighs, then she turns to the corner where Observer α who looked like the one who forgot to take her medicine.
Observer α didn't read the room where she's in and quickly teleported back shaking like a fish out of the water. She enters to the Human World thinking she can do her revenge, but the moment she enters she is greeted by the Americans with guns and Missiles.
"Told you, you should go there like a diva, look what happens? You ran away like crustacean's tentacles between your legs." War Protocol said to her in a lecture that sounded like an insult.
"I'll leave the two of you there... I have to meet up with that 'Mustache-Guy'. I have to know if my project will be delivered on time." She said before leaving the two weeping Sirens.
At the Human World
The Portal that the Siren used vanished all over the Capital Cities around the Major Powers of the Two Factions. At the news of the portal disappearing, the Human Armies and Kansens renewed their vigor and determination to continue the battle for humanity.
Theodore watching the disappearance of the portal over DC overjoyed, she jumps up in air the with a curled fist in the air.
"I did it." She said with a wide smile that matched with setting sun over DC.
"She did it." FDR said in amazement and disbelief.
"She did it!" Washington repeated as her eyeballs almost pooped out in disbelief.
Everyone on the Oval Office peeking through the window applauded in the success of closing the portal. Gen. Eisenhower and Adm. King shook hands with a smile on their faces. The rest applauded.
Eleanor relieved that the horror ended at the hand of the one named none other than Theodore Roosevelt, she hugged FDR with welling tears in her eyes.
"It's over." She said in tears.
"Yes, it's over." FDR said reassuring her.