Enterprise Strike Group
Enterprise and the entire Carrier Strike Group were monitoring the initial contact between the two American vessels and the Unknown Naval Ships. Lucas had opened a communication line, and everyone, including Enterprise, seated in the CIC of her ship, anticipated a peaceful interaction.
Laffey, however, was growing impatient. "Fight already!" she exclaimed, bored of listening to Lucas's repeated calls between the Burke Destroyer and the unknown vessels. A chorus of "Laffey...!" echoed through the CIC.
The "Death Bunny," eager to unleash Tomahawk Missiles and LRASAMs, was itching to press the fire button.
"Jesus Christ, Laffey. We're making first contact with unknown beings here, not instigating fight." Bunker Hill said, her brows furrowed.
"Is she always at DEFCON Fuck or something?!" Essex exclaimed.
"I'm not sure what kind of system you Americans have placed on her... are you certain she's not missing a few screws in the head?" Belfast inquired, sipping her tea on her ship's bridge.
"I'm equally perplexed. Neither DARPA and the DOD must have had something to do with it," Enterprise replied.
"Laffey, we are in another world. Initiating a firefight with the unknown is not an option," She said over the comms.
"I smell blood in the air." Laffey responded nonchalantly.
"Oh, great. I'm stuck with a bloodthirsty murderous 'Bunny.' What could possibly go wrong?" Maya muttered to herself, as her situation with the American's couldn't get any weirder.
*My-my, I did not expect you to be male. Perhaps capturing you two would be more useful than eliminating you.*
Everyone's attention snapped to the drone feed hovering above the unknown vessels. The threatening, feminine voice sent chills down their spines. That tone and message raised a red flag.
As they listened to the conversation, they noticed the communication from the Destroyer and Frigate being cut off and jammed. The drone feed then began to glitch as it captures the footage.
"That's a red flag," Belfast commented.
"This is bad... their comms are being jammed," Bunker Hill said.
"What are your orders, Ma'am?" Essex asked.
"Maybe a firefight is... optional..." Laffey said as she anticipated.
"Set force weapons to posture one, Warning Red, Weapons tight, and load everything," Enterprise ordered, her voice cold and stern.
She knew a battle was imminent.
Enterprise raised the stakes; the sudden jamming was a call to arms. The atmosphere grew tense as the situation at the intervention point rapidly escalated.
*General Quarters, General Quarters. Man your battle stations, man your battle stations.*
On the USS Enterprise flight deck, Manjuus loaded F/A-18 Super Hornet Block IIIs with Anti-Ship Missiles like the AGM-158c LRASMs and Quicksink bombs.
The Shooter (a Manjuu in a yellow jersey) waved its hands as the front landing gear connected with the EMALSshuttle. With a final signal, the F/A-18 Hornets launched from the deck of the supercarrier, one by one.
The Hornets speed toward the location of the American Destroyer and Frigate, their afterburners engaged in a race against time.
(The last F/A-18 Super Hornet Block III was retired in 2035, but the jet remained in her ship's log for unknown reasons. She considered it a cost-effective alternative to deploying F/A-25 Hellcats and their drone wingmen.)
F-35Bs scrambled on the deck of the USS Essex LHA12. Manjuus guided the planes while others rearmed them with bombs and air-to-air missiles.
The monitors displayed the commencement of hostilities between the US Naval Vessels and the Unknown Fleet, with an exchange of fire and missiles.
Arizona, in the control room of his submarine, watched the glitching feed. He contacted the flagship.
"They're under attack. Order of retaliation, over," Arizona's voice boomed with anxiety.
"Stand down, Arizona. We can't escalate. We need your firepower elsewhere," Enterprise said calmly. "They're outnumbered."
"Stand down. Birds are on the way."
Arizona reluctantly ended the communication, his brow furrowed. He couldn't just stand by and watch.
Inside the Brand-New Aegis Destroyer's CIC, Laffey monitored the Aegis Radar's over-the-horizon sweeps. A small smile played on her lips, anticipating the fight.
"Block V Tomahawks are ready to launch. Awaiting further orders, Ma'am," she said, her finger hovering over the missile launch trigger.
Laffey wasn't the only one eager to unleash the VLS cells. Both had anticipated a fight, and now that a confrontation was underway, their hands were tied.
Enterprise raised her left hand, reserving her right for other tasks. The sudden appearance of the unknown fleet put her on alert for potential reinforcements.
"Bunker Hill, Laffey, watch our rear. The enemy might appear from anywhere," she commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am/Affirmative."
The Aegis Destroyer and Nuclear Cruiser shifted their focus from the ongoing battle to the rear, where potential threats might emerge.
"Belfast, any updates on our route?" Enterprise contacted the leading British Frigate, which was monitoring underwater threats.
"My sonar has detected no hostile activity ahead. They appear to be moving away," Belfast reported.
The Type-26 frigate, or Town-Class Frigate of the Royal Navy, was primarily responsible for conducting advanced ASW sweeps for the Carrier Strike Group, deploying towed sonar to detect Submarines.
"Denver. Eliminate those Submarines shadowing us. Now."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Even before encountering the Unknown Naval Vessels, they had detected the presence of Unknown Submarines trailing them. While maintaining distance to avoid detection was a clever tactic, the advanced sonar of the new Gato-Class Nuclear Submarine had revealed them.
Enterprise dispatched Denver to monitor them. Now that their intentions were clear, the Strike Group could respond accordingly.
Their presence had been ignored to avoid inter-dimensional conflict, but now that hostilities had begun, the strike group could follow the age-old rule of engagement: return fire when fired upon.
The safety was off, the trigger was hot.
USNS William McLean
Onboard the Cargo Ship, William watched the monitor screen, smoking his cigar. He heard Enterprise's orders, suggesting the entire Carrier Strike Group was about to engage in "Proportional response".
"May God have mercy on those who angered her," William said, puffing smoke and watching the monitor.
~Under the Sea~
The unknown submarines continued to trail the Carrier Strike Group, transmitting their location via encrypted radio waves.
Denver, tasked with eliminating the threat, approached the Submarines from behind. Her bow pointed, torpedo tubes 1, 2, and 3 opened, releasing small pockets of bubbles.
"Well, well, well. If it ain't the sneaky invisible cunt," Denver said before unleashing the might of the Mk-48 Heavy-Weight Torpedoes.
Plumes of water erupted as the underwater explosions destroyed the Submarines. Wreckage sank into the abyss, leaving trails of bubbles.
Denver eliminated four submarines with her Mk 48s. "This is Denver to Flagship Enterprise. The last submarine has been eliminated, over."
"Received and copy. Good job."
Enterprise, in her ship's CIC, monitored fleet formations and aircraft squadron locations. She observed the escalating conflict between the US Navy Vessels and the Unknown Vessels. She had already dispatched a squadron of F/A-18 Super Hornet Block IIIs to provide air cover for Lucas and Lafayette.
As she awaited the main attack, she pondered, 'The enemy's tactic is to overwhelm with numbers and firepower. A frontal assault on a Modern Carrier Fleet is concerning. The attack on the screen appears to be a decoy. The real threat lurks in the blind spots. A clever move, but not against me.'
As she considered the enemy's next move, the radar screen displayed 50 blips 40 miles southeast of the Strike Group.
Anticipating this, Enterprise smiled. She had predicted an attack from the rear.
Enterprise contacted her escort ships. "Target located: 40 miles southeast. Bunker Hill, Laffey, Maya, Belfast, and Arizona. Weapons free, open fire!"
"Target confirmed. 8 Twin-Hull Aircraft Carriers and 16 heavily armed ships," Bunker Hill reported, targeting them one by one. "Tomahawks, armed and ready. Launch."
USS Bunker Hill's six hinged doors of its VLS opened, firing six Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block Vs, three from the bow and three from the stern.
Laffey monitored the 50 blips. "Target confirmed. All six targets, six Tomahawks, fire!"
Her ship launched six Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block Vs, three from the bow and three from amidships. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
Maya, nervous about her first real combat, said, "Umm... I have the confirmed target locations."
"Uchiage!"
JS Maya launched four BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block Vs, two from the bow and two from the stern. For the first time, the Japanese warship was engaged in actual combat.
Belfast ordered the launch. "Target confirmed. You are free to open fire."
HMS Belfast fired four BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block V, all four from the bow, leaving it engulfed in smoke and fumes.
In the Submarine Control Room, Arizona laughed, holding the comms. "Ha, ha. Finally, let's go."
USS Arizona opened two hatches of its four VPMs (Virginia Payload Modules), launching four BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block V, two from each VPM.
Those four BGM-109 Tomahawks broke the ocean's surface, airborne, their boosters igniting and lifting them skyward, soaring alongside the other Tomahawk Cruise Missiles. Twenty-four BGM109 Tomahawk Cruise Missile Block-Vs ascended like rising stars, heading southeast towards their targets.
50 ships, looking identical to those Lucas and Lafayette were currently engaging, appeared. The last ship finished passing through a purple portal, and all 50 ships sailed toward the Enterprise Strike Group. Their speed exceeded 40 knots, as if racing against time.
24 Tomahawk Missiles descended like "Meteors," striking all 24 ships with pinpoint accuracy. The 8 Twin-Hull Aircraft Carriers were split in half by massive fireballs within seconds. The Carriers, hit in the central superstructure connecting the twin hulls and flight deck, were torn apart and slowly sank, along with their aircraft.
16 Heavily Armed Ships suffered violent explosions from ammunition cook-off, their bow turrets and ammunition storage hit. The internal explosions ruptured their hulls, sending turrets flying several meters above the bows.
13 Aircraft—10 F/A-18 Super Hornet Block IIIs and 3 F-35B Lightning IIs, each armed with two Paveway Bombs—raced towards the unknown fleet.
Paveway Bombs were dropped from the aircraft's bomb racks, guided by lasers for pinpoint accuracy. The remaining
26 Ships were obliterated by the guided laser bombs.
Siren Destroyers, equivalent to the Freedom Class LCS but more heavily armed, were destroyed with single hits from Modern Munitions and their Advanced Explosive Charges, rendering them completely inoperable.
The 50 Ships were destroyed within minutes, before they could open fire. The battle was over before it even started.
William watched the radar screen, observing the 50 blips disappear.
He commented, "Poor bastards, they had no idea who they were fucking with." He then looked at the video feed showing the Destroyer and Frigate engaging the Unknown Vessels.
"That's American taxes in action for yah," Essex said, watching the live feed from her F-35Bs.
"This is quite too easy for a Naval engagement," Belfast remarked, watching the live feed.
"A ship that size on Earth can intercept and survive an initial Tomahawk Missile strike. But, why? WHY are they lacking some Missile Defense?"
"Probably their doctrine is still in close-range combat and not over-the-horizon engagements like ours. So, Missile Defense is unnecessary in this kind of engagement," Enterprise explained.
"Maybe... as we can see. They lack missile armament on their decks," Bunker Hill added.
"So... they sent Off-Shore Patrol Vessels to attack us?" Essex exclaimed.
".... Probably...."
"They're just those annoying LCS...." Laffey said with disdain, while looking at the screen.
Maya thought, 'Does she really hate the LCS that much? I know they're a waste of money, but to hate this much?'
Enterprise then watched the drone feed above the battlefield. 'They jammed the boy's Radar Guidance, and prevents them from using their offensive missiles.'
The Hornets arrived, and immediately drops AGM-158c LRASMs and Quicksink Bombs on the Carriers and Battleships below.
At the screen she noticed Tester β attempting to shoot down her planes, but her aiming system was jammed by the planes' ECMs. 'Although our jammers are capable of jamming theirs.'
She then saw Tester β speeding towards Lucas's Ship, with an intent on killing him. Lucas tried to shoot her down, but failed as Tester β deployed her Force Field.
The use of a Force Field was an eye-opener for everyone in the Strike Group, a truly working Force Field beyond the realm of science fiction.
That detail caught William's attention, a thirst for knowledge waken, his gaze narrowed with intellectual curiosity. "How interesting," He said with a grin.
"A Force Field!" Essex exclaimed.
Enterprise clenched her fist, realizing their weapons were ineffective against Tester β'sForce Field. But an idea, a very reckless idea, formed in her mind.
"Oh, no you bitch!" she said, her voice rising in anger, brows furrowed.
Enterprise ordered an F/A-18 Super Hornet Block III, armed with Quicksink Bombs, to ascend to 50,000 feet, far beyond its normal flight ceiling. The Hornet's call-sign was "Mavjuu."
On the Nuclear Cruiser's bridge, Bunker Hill noticed the Hornet climbing to 50,000 feet on her Over the Horizon Radar.
"What are you doing...?" She whispered in inquiry.
Reaching 50,000 feet, the Hornet engaged its ailerons and flaps for air brake, then nose the nose tilt into a dive. The Hornet performs a good ol' dive-bombing run with a 2,000lb Quicksink Bomb in machspeed.
"Wait! Are you trying to dive-bomb?!" She yelled in surprise.
"Wait, what????" everyone exclaimed their voice echoing.
"Is she trying to dive-bomb with that aircraft?" Belfast asked, incredulous at the idea of dive bombing with a jet that goes machfuck, is beyond everyone's state of mind.
"The dive-bombing will increase the Quicksink bomb's penetration," William explained, watching the feed. "This is getting even more interesting."
"Come on. This is my only shot. Come-on, please hit!" Enterprise muttered, as the Hornet's targeting system adjusted during the steep dive as the airframe shook.
*Altitude, Altitude, Altitude, Altitude. Pull-up, Pull-up! Pull-up, Pullup!*
The F/A-18 Super Hornet's Voice Warning System blared, alerting the pilot or operator to the decreasing altitude and its danger. The jet's frame vibrated, its bolts and nuts strained under the extreme forces.
The Hornet's AESA Radar locked onto the target. With confirmation of target lock, the Quicksink Bomb was released with great velocity of an ICBM.
The Hornet pulled up sharply, avoiding impact with the surface of the water. The jet's airframe groaned under the strain of high G's.
Everyone watched the bomb's release. Its guidance system tracked the target, swooping in with increasing speed.
Tester β heard a whizzing sound incoming above her head, and looked up. "Huh?"
The Quicksink Bomb that was released by a Hornet strucked Tester β's Force Field in greater velocity, shattering it like glass in face of a bullet.
The bomb hit Tester β in the top of her forehead, the delay fuse activated and detonates its 2,000lb warhead. The explosion blew her head, decapitating her.
*BOOOOM*
The explosion was contained within the dissipating Force Field, minimizing collateral damage in its surrounding. Tester β's headless body and wrecked Manta-Ray Rigging fell into the ocean.
Tester β just received a premium Warhead On Foreheads Demonstration, sadly she won't be able to tell the others about her story and once in a life time experience.
"Yes! A direct hit!" Enterprise announced, as Manjuus and Meowfficers cheered inside the CICs.
Everyone watching the feed was shocked and stunned by that Ludacris attempt of the most bomb run with brutality and precision, a feat worthy of WWII Dive-Bomber Pilot's attention.
William nearly choked on his cigar smoke, falling from his chair. He stood up and said, "Jesus Christ, that's brutal."
Maya ran to the bridge's edge right wing and vomited after seeing the decapitation. "T-That was brutal!" She said, still retching.
Essex stared at the destruction, then burst out laughing. "Shit got more American, really quick."
At the bridge of the Type-26 Frigate, Belfast stared at the monitor, her tea spilling out from her cup.
"Bloody hell," She muttered in horror.
Laffey smiled at the destruction, particularly at the humanoid decapitation.
"Finally, more blood," she said, relishing the chaos.
Bunker Hill remained unfazed, but the Manjuus and Meowfficers around her were visibly traumatized, their souls leaving their quivering bodies.
Arizona laughed at the feed and compared it to any Hollywood Alien Movies.
"So, this is how we greet 'alien' races, with bombs to the forehead? More American than I expected, I love it," he said.
At the Interception Point
Lafayette and a RHIB approached Lucas's unconscious body. They pulled him from the water, his rigging nearly capsizing the RHIB.
Lafayette shook him, shouting, "Hey! Wake up!"
Lucas slowly regained consciousness. "Hey... kid, what the hell just happened...?"
Lafayette hugged him. "I'm glad you're alright."
Lucas asked again, "What happened to the fleet and that... bitch?"
"About that..."
Lucas's rigging glowed bright-blue, transforming into a dozen floating Blue Cubes. A Destroyer Ship materialized before them.
They were bewildered.
"What the fuck was that?" Lafayette asked.
"I-I... I don't know..." Lucas said, still disoriented. "I have no idea..."
As they recovered, they heard Enterprise's voice on the comms, ordering them to leave and rendezvous with the Strike Group.
"Lucas, Lafayette, leave immediately. Rendezvous with the Strike Group. We need to leave before more Unknown Vessels appear." "Yes, Ma'am," They replied.
"I need a medic," Lucas said, his body aching.
"Yeah... you'll need more than that," Lafayette said a humorous undertone. They both laughed brushing off that trilling event and then returned to their respected ships.
The Destroyer and Frigate speed away to the direction of the Strike Group, leaving behind a wake.
~30 minutes later~
An MH-60 Seahawk flew above the devastation of floating wrecks from the Unknown Vessels, that engaged the two US Naval Vessels. The Ship Wrecks were scattered all over the whole area, as burning oil burned above the surface and tinted the ocean black.
The MH-60 then hovered above its target; the target was the headless corpse of Tester β floating on the surface headless. A cable wire was lowered at the belly of the Helicopter, while a Manjuu clung to it as it was lowered slowly.
After touching down on the corpse and rigging, the Manjuu then strapped the cable to the body's waist and wrapped it around some of the rigging's edges.
The Manjuu raised a hand and gave a thumbs-up, then the MH-60 Seahawk gained lift. The helicopter then started flying toward the Strike Group with its cargo dangling below its belly.
William ordered the 'Strategic Acquisition' of the finest specimen, an Alien decapitated corpse.
Down below, a periscope.
A blond-haired girl looked through the submarine periscope, jaw dropped as she watched the carnage of epic proportions, rivaling Michael Bay's explosions. The entire Siren fleet, which could threaten Azur Lane, was now sinking and wrecked within minutes of fighting, or rather, a massacre.
The blond girl thought, as she observed the engagement between the Unknown Vessels that flew red and white stripes, and the Siren fleet.
'An Elite-Siren has been taken out by one plane and a single bomb in seconds! Even our strongest Carriers in Eagle Union, or the combined Azur Lane Carrier Force, couldn't match its destructive capability. I need to follow them. I need to know who they are.'
With the determination to uncover the identity of the naval vessels that sank the Siren fleet, the blond girl was resolved to follow the two American Vessels back to their fleet.