A/N: I don't own anything save the OCs; so grab a refreshment, take a seat, and let's get this show rolling!
OC stuff:
Start of an Intelligence report on the Aristocratic Republic of Toria
The Aristocratic Republic of Toria
This nation is located where Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, and Thailand is today.
Population: Roughly 3 billion maybe more
Area: The sum total of the former nations that form the Republic of Toria
You can find the information on the Yukon-class Guided Missile Cruiser, the Bunker Hill-class Guided Missile Destroyer, and the Fubuki-class Guided Missile Destroyer on my profile page. I will be updating it with the specifications of other OC ships I come up with as this story progresses.
This story takes place in 2020
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They were running, plain and simple. Captain Alex Hopper was standing on the starboard bridge wing on the relatively new Bunker Hill-class Guided Missile Destroyer USS John Paul Jones DDG-1006 third ship in her class; all Hopper had been before he had been thrust into the command position again on the same ship was a simple First Officer, before that he had been a SEAL for six years before that the reason for him leaving the SEALs was a touchy subject for him, and before that he had been the Tactical Actions Officer on the Alreigh Burke-class Guided Missile Destroyer USS John Paul Jones DDG-53. But fate decided to be a royal bitch, because in their first engagement against the Naval Forces of The Aristocratic Republic of Toria (ART), an enemy ASM had exploded with ten feet of the bridge spraying it with shrapnel that had killed not only the captain, one of the Bridge Lookouts, and numerous other crew men do to shrapnel. Somehow the Helmsman, Boatswains Mate Seaman Jimmy 'Ordy' Ord, Master Chief Petty Officer Walter "The Beast" Lynch, and a few others had not been by shrapnel but they had been stunned by what had happened.
Now six months later, the combined American, British, Japanese, Australian Flotilla had been completely routed, their numbers having been ruthlessly slashed by disaster, constant action, and wear and tear. The battle that had put the nail in the coffin for the ABJA Float had been the Battle of the Java Sea. Which had seen the complete destruction of Admiral Gato and his fleet sometime past midnight save for the JS Fubuki DDG-179, USS John Paul Jones DDG-1006, USS Concord CG-78, HMAS Hobart DDGH 39, and HMS Iron Duke F234.
"Bridge, CIC." The 42MC crackled. It was Lt. Cora "Weps" Raikes. Hopper stepped inside the bridge and picked up the talker. "Bridge, go ahead Weps." Hopper said.
"Captain, Visual contact with the enemy achieved. They are coming up fast and considering that the Concord can only make 25 knots we are limited to her speed. Not that we are in much better shape either. Worse the enemy ships are Howler-class Guided Missile Cruisers, we tangled with six of them at Java Sea and we know for a fact that the fleet managed to send two to the bottom, given how many ASMs they were flinging at us, they are probably either close too or are out of ASMs." Weps replied.
"I see, how many Howler -class Guided Missile Cruisers? How many supporting ships?" Hopper asked. Raikes's answer was swift and while a bit terse matched the situation "Four Howler-class Guided Missile Cruisers and four Demon-class Destroyers, sir." She said.
"Alright, thanks Weps. You have done damn fine work as the Tactical Actions Officer." Hopper said.
"Thanks, sir." Raikes said then hung up. Hopper placed the talker back in its holder.
"Alright, I know we have been General Quarters for god three hours. But might as well sound it again just so that the crew knows we have bad guys about to start firing at us." Hopper said.
"Yessir" Beast said. A few moments later the distinctive klaxon on the JPJ sounded a rapid fire set of three gongs in a row. Crew members sprang to their stations the brief period of rest was now over. For there was work to do. "Main Battery Manned and Ready, Engine Room Manned and Ready, all stations are manned and ready." Beast said after 2 minutes 38 seconds.
"Good to hear." Hopper said then frowned as he felt a reverberating groan pass through the deck of the bridge. "Did you just feel that?" Hopper asked, Beast nodded. "If we can get her (John Paul Jones or JPJ as she was often called) to a dry dock. I want to find out what is causing it." He said. "Another thing it could be, sir. Is that have you ever heard about how the Japanese go on about ships have their own spirits and such?" Beast asked, that confused Hopper but he got the gist of what Beast was saying. "Yeah, I think so. So what do you think it is Beast?" Hopper asked. Beast smiled then patted a bulkhead lovingly "JPJ might be nervous or scared. To be frank considering how many ships we have lost. I wouldn't blame her if she felt that way." Beast said. "That makes some sense as well Beast. Either way we have a battle to focus on here." Hopper said and Beast nodded.
The five ships, a frigate, three destroyers, and a cruiser continued their flight, yet were losing ground to the enemy hand over fist, Weps had been correct the four Howler-class Guided Missile Cruisers were out of ASMs. The four Demon-class Destroyers wouldn't be a threat for quite a while because while they did have missiles they carried no ASMs only SAMs and ASROCs; the primary anti-ship weapon for the Demon-class Destroyers was three 100mm guns two fore in a double turret and one aft in a single turret. The Howler-class Cruisers were another matter as they had a VLS system similar to the Mk57 PVLS, they can carry nearly 145 missiles; a combination of SAMs, ASMs, and ASROCs, they also had forward a pair of powerful double turrets each mounting a pair of 8in/75 caliber guns.
That was when the 42MC squawked. "Captain! The enemy has opened fire! Rounds incoming! Worse with the amount of CWIS they have, the few ASMs we have left roughly a twenty or so won't make it through same with 10 Tomahawk Cruise missiles that we have." Weps said.
Sure enough a few seconds later several towering splashes erupted as the shells impacted. A few moments later with a powerful sonic boom that shook all the windows on the John Paul Jones the aft railgun on the Concord discharged and her return fire was a hell of a lot more accurate. The 15lb "heavy" railgun slug covered the 27 kilometers in a matter of seconds. The blazing blue streak impaled one of the Demon-class Destroyers right in the bow, the shell tore right through the destroyer, passing through all of the main magazines, CIC, the engine room, and the VLS; the ship just ceased existing, exploding into a titanic black and orange fireball that was went hurtling skyward the broken remains of the destroyer quickly slipped beneath the waves. Cheers erupted throughout the fleet as the enemy ship was sent to the bottom in pieces.
More 8in rounds dropped from the sky sending towering splashes hurtling skyward; the enemy fire was getting more accurate. Another railgun round erupted from the Concord this time the round "grazed" one of the Howlers, however we are talking about something that is going Mach 7 here, the damage was catastrophic. The slug ripped the majority of the front of the superstructure on the right side completely away sending it tumbling into the ocean. "Signal the Concord! What the hell was that?" Hopper bellowed stunned at seeing the sixth round that the Concord had fired almost completely missing the target.
"Captain, getting a response from the radio room. The Concord has just sent a message. It says that their Fire Control is out; they haven't suffered any hits as of yet. It just went kaput on them, they are in local control now." Beast said with creeping dread.
Alex cursed under his breath. Without the advanced fire control system to help aim the railgun and take into account the motions of the ship; the chances of actually scoring a hit had just dropped to practically nothing. Now all the person who was manning that gun had to do when he pulled the trigger was cross his fingers and hope for a hit.
Then the 42MC squawked again; it was Raikes. "Captain; I have eyes on ten enemy Phantom-class corvettes coming our way. They must be making 42 knots!" She said franticly.
"SHIT!" Hopper cursed he then picked up the talker "Raikes get after them! You are free to engage at will! Do not I repeat do not use any of our ASMs against them; the ECM they have is too good." Hopper ordered. "Yes sir!" Raikes replied.
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Inside CIC Raikes took a deep breath then barked orders "Alright! Stream the Nixie! Ramirez! Hit those bastards with the 155! Commence firing!" She yelled. The high-pitched scream of a winch sounded as the Nixie torpedo decoy was streamed behind the surging John Paul Jones moments later the deck vibrated as the 155mm gun traversed and then fired lobbing a shell that weighed nearly 200lbs toward the enemy corvettes. The damn things looked as if a South Korean Incheon-class Frigate and a Brooke-class frigate had a baby; they had a single centerline quadruple torpedo tube mount amidships, aft they had a missile launcher similar to a Mark 13 Single Arm Missile Launcher, forward they had a single 57mm gun, and amidships two CWIS emplacements one port and one starboard. The 155mm shell that was sent their way went screaming over the enemy ship.
Raikes monitored the progress of the enemy ships; her eyes widened when she came to the realization what they doing. "Ramirez! Get after them! They are angling for the Concord!" She barked. The rate at which the plates vibrated increased as the 155mm gun began to fire at an astounding rate of ten rounds per minute. Suddenly one of the corvettes lurched as a shell slammed into it the hit appeared to come from the Iron Duke; followed by three more impaling the thing, and orange fireball erupted from it amidships. It came to groaning halt, crippled and out of the fight. Then one of the video screens showed something horrifying happen to the Concord.
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"CAPTAIN! THE CONCORD HAS BEEN HIT!" Ordy shouted as an 8in/75 caliber Armor Piercing round plunged into the cruiser amidships and exploded. It must have been carnage below decks Hopper thought as two more shells slammed into the Concord and this time a massive explosive convulsed the Yukon-class Guided Missile Cruiser. With the span of forty five seconds the Concord had suffered three citadel penetrations which had ruthlessly mangled CIC and the engine room among the spaces wrecked. The Concord's speed dropped to damn near nothing, her engines destroyed; she was helpless to the enemy as more 8in/75 caliber rounds rained down on the Concord and impacting her, she was already doomed! Yet the Republic of Toria bastards didn't give a shit.
Then the enemy corvettes heeled over to and began to turn away from them as the railgun on the Fubuki finally, finally got a shot that didn't put the Iron Duke in danger of being hit. The railgun discharged a blue streak impaled one of the enemy corvettes the velocity of the shell, combined with the amount of kinetic energy that the shell had, and lastly suddenly meeting resistance imparted most of that kinetic energy right into the corvette's hull, caused amazing damage in the form of downright ripping it in half as the 8lb slug of dense ferrous metal slammed into it.
"HELL YEAH!" Ordy shouted as he watched the carnage brought on the railgun shot from the Fubuki.
Wait a second, something isn't right. Why would the enemy come in like that and then heel away like that? Hopper thought, he then came to a stunning revelation. "Ordy! Course correction! Bring us in perpendicular to the route that those enemy corvettes approached from!" Hopper snapped out. "Sir?" Ordy asked confused. "Do it! There might be torpedoes in the water!" Hopper shouted, he then grabbed the talker and dialed the radio room and ordered "Signalman Troy! Send this to the other ships in our formation "Enemy torpedoes likely in the water, I am evading."." Hopper said. As the John Paul Jones swung sharply toward the incoming torpedoes, sure enough Hopper had been correct and three torpedoes passed extraordinarily close to the Guided Missile Destroyer, the closest one coming within three feet of the hull. Good god that was too close! Hopper thought. He then remembered that the Concord wasn't going to be able to dodge those torpedoes. Hopper looked back and saw several dozen life rafts in the water as well as all four zodiacs in the water and moving desperately to get away from the Concord when four torpedoes hit, multiple towering columns of water went skyward as the torpedoes delivered their 1000lb warhead on target. The Concord rapidly rolled onto her side, landing on top of some the lifeboats that were in the water, the Cruiser rapidly began to sink as her battered hull just couldn't take the punishment anymore.
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After seeing the destruction of the most powerful member in their group that was fleeing from the enemy. The crews knew that it was only a matter of time before they met their impending fate…one by one. The Hobart was next; and her end came with horrific suddenness. A salvo of ranging shots screamed in from one of the cruisers. Hopper actually saw the shells glint silver in the sunlight as they screamed toward them. The shells seemed to march across the Aussie Destroyer and several explosions rocked the Destroyer. As the spray cleared; it revealed a twisted burning wreck that couldn't even be considered a destroyer anymore. The shells had been high-explosive, the rounds had demolished the superstructure and had mangled the stern so severely that it was insane. She was quickly sinking by the stern, as the last ship in the line the John Paul Jones went by; the Hobart was down nearly sixteen degrees by the stern and sinking rapidly.
That was when the bridge switchboard buzzed. "Captain Radio room; message from the Iron Duke make for the squall." Signalman Troy said. "Thanks" Hopper replied over the same circuit. "Ordy, follow the Iron Duke and the Fubuki into that squall." Hopper ordered.
"Yes sir!" Ordy replied and turned the wheel on the JPJ and she went after the Iron Duke and the Fubuki; first the British Frigate, then the Japanese Destroyer entered the squall, followed by the John Paul Jones.
The three warships made constant course corrections to stay in the squall as long as possible. "Captain, we are exiting the Squall." One of the bridge lookouts said. "Roger that. Ordy, be ready to perform evasive maneuvers; let's see what awaits us on the other side." Hopper said.
"Yes sir" Ordy said.
Moments later the sharp clipper bow of the John Paul Jones came out of the squall. Followed in short order by the Type-23 Frigate Iron Duke and then the Fubuki. Suddenly the 42MC squawked "Captain! Enemy strike fighters! Directly above us!" Raikes shouted terrified as the CWIS systems on the JPJ, Fubuki, and the Iron Duke roared to life. Streams of tracers raced upward to meet the enemy fighters, the Laser based CWIS systems began to pick out targets, every now and again burning a wound the size of Beast's fist into an enemy plane that went completely through the airplane or just blowing it up. The JPJ heeled sharply over the left and eight 1000lb bombs impacted the ocean where the ship would have been in a few moments. Hopper watched as the enemy strike fighter responsible climbed and banked away. The plane was a single engine with thrust-vectoring, mid-wing, cranked arrow delta wing design, with canards revealing it to Hopper as an ART Slaviki or Sl-21N Firehawk, a lethal strike fighter with capabilities on par with that of the Su-37 Flanker-F. A brief burst of 25mm shells streaked after it connected and the back end of the plane disintegrated, the now tailless plane tumbled just before the impact the canopy blew off and the pilot ejected.
The enemy air attack subsided within seven minutes the twenty or so strike fighters responsible for launching the attack retreated ordinance expended, with half of their original number gone. Hopper was just beginning to think they had gotten away unscathed when he saw the Iron Duke. The staunch Type 23 frigate was done for. Her superstructure was a burning mess and twisted beyond recognition, everything forward of the Harpoon Missile launchers was gone, and she had a pair of massive gashes in the side of her hull. "The Iron Duke, she's gone. My god. We are all that's left. Plus those were carrier planes, they will be back soon." Beast said.
"I know, Beast. However we have been in situations worse than this, hell we know what it is like to be the only ones who are left. This has happened to us once before. So, how about we make a dash, going from squall to squall making smoke in between each squall. Once we know we have shaken those enemy cruisers, we turn south and make a dash for Brisbane." Hopper said.
"Captain, you are damn right. Let's do it." Beast said as he engaged the 2MC switch for the engine room "Mr. Burns let's make a little smoke." Beast ordered. Hopper caught a curt "Yes sir!" in response.
"Alright plot a course for the squall bearing 298 engines ahead standard. Signal the Fubuki to follow us!" Hopper ordered. "Yes sir!" Ordy and one of the Bridge wing look outs said.
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The two ships spent nearly forty-five minutes dashing from squall to squall heading east and toward relative safety. During that time they managed to lose the four pursing cruisers, avoided another strike from enemy planes however there weren't as many as there was last time. As the two ships exploded out from another squall. Another squall loomed, this one was different. It was a towering thunderhead, climbing to 45,000 feet and seemed to be absorbing another squall, that squall was black as could be, and lighting was seen pulsating inside, it gave off a vibe that said something ominous was going on inside; yet emerging from that squall appeared another two Republic of Toria Warships.
The first one was a new, sleek destroyer that had a hull shape similar to a Zumwalt-class DDG and a superstructure that was similar to a La Fayette-class General Purpose Frigate and the other was a massive capital ship that dwarfed even the Mighty Mo'. "Holy crap" Ordy breathed. Hopper looked at that the thing through his binoculars picking out key features of the monstrous capital ship. He grimaced as he lowered his binoculars. "That gentlemen, is the Dragon-class Battleship Devastator. She is nearly as big as a Nimitz-class Aircraft Carrier, has six 20in guns in three turrets, sixteen 152mm guns for her secondary split evenly so eight guns per side in double turrets, plus numerous smaller guns; these are 57mm guns in single and twin turrets, she also has something that is unique to her alone six twin-arm missile launchers instead of eight single-arm missile launchers; three port and three starboard, plus she has a metric shit ton of CWIS. Her hull shape is derived from the Yamato-class of Battleship while her superstructure is based on that the Montana-class of Battleship would have used if they had been built. She doesn't even need that destroyer she can take us by herself, even if both of our ships weren't as battered as they are." Hopper said in a dead-pan voice.
"Sir, I recommend we engage ECM and destroy that DD before she becomes a problem." Beast suggested, staring at the two enemy warships.
"Beast I agree, signal the Fubuki; have her put a railgun round or two into the destroyer." Hopper told the bridge wing lookout who then quickly worked the signal light. The turret on the Fubuki came to life and traversed. Lining up the enemy destroyer; it then fired, an ear-splitting bang as the round with a blue plasma trail screamed through the air and slammed into the destroyer at a funky angle the ship visibly bent under the hammer blow, six seconds later the railgun on the Fubuki fired again, this time the slug impaled the destroyer which had already suffered crippling damage, when the shell impacted; the destroyer whose back was broken, the amidships area just disintegrated and causing what was left of the destroyer to sink like a rock.
Hopper then ordered both ships to advance to flank speed and began to close with the huge hulking form of the battleship. The 155mm gun boomed and sent a glowing tracer toward the enemy ship; it did barely any damage. They were now 15 miles away, the great battleship, no, dreadnought began a leisurely turn to port to bring her entire broadside armament to bear on the two charging destroyers. The ship pulsed with fire vomiting rounds that weighed nearly 3,000lbs toward the destroyers. The monstrous 20in/45 caliber rounds sounded way deeper than the eights Hopper noted and then he stepped into utter hell. The first salvo plunged into the sea short but sent a column of water towering as high as the flight deck of a Nimitz -class. The prow of the John Paul Jones plunged into the column of water; the 155 had stopped firing. Because they couldn't bloody see! Suddenly she emerged from it and the 155 cracked and then a deafening boom as the railgun on the Fubuki fired.
The glowing tracer that arced from the JPJ bounced off the armor. The railgun slug from the Fubuki on the other hand; crashed into the belt armor and punched right through as if the armor wasn't even there. Hopper swore he saw something flash inside the ship, possibly a citadel penetration that likely just wrecked a turbine!
The guns on the Devastator fired again, sending more shells their way. The bastards began to focus on the Fubuki, having identified her as a threat that needed to be gone. "Signalman! Signal Fubuki! Say "Let's run up either side of this bastard and nail them with torpedoes!" Hopper bellowed over the din of battle. When he didn't get a response, Hopper looked and promptly grimaced. The bridge wing lookout/signalman was dead, most of his upper torso missing. Without thinking Hopper ordered the radioman to send the message. The 6MC squawked "Sir, we got a response. The Fubuki says "Let's do it!" I hope this doesn't go to terribly wrong, sir." Radioman Troy said. "Good to hear." Hopper replied using the same circuit.
The two destroyers continued there sprint toward the enemy ship, with the intention of putting torpedoes into it. Even if they were lightweight torpedoes they would still do damage. As more shell splashes exploded around them; the Fubuki suddenly appeared through a column of water and Hopper's heart plummeted into his stomach. The bridge area on the name ship of the Special-Type Guided Missile Destroyer was a mangled, unrecognizable mess; it was impossible for anyone to have survived in there, yet somehow the ship kept on track. Must had been the auxiliary conn that was keeping her on track.
"Captain! Message from the Fubuki; "Stay on target! We can keep with you."." Signalman Troy said. "Roger signalman Troy." Hopper said.
The two destroyers got to 6 miles and a full salvo of 20in/45caliber rounds went screaming right over their heads. They were too close for the main battery to hit them. The secondary was another matter however, and they would come into play in a just a few minutes. The ship light up like a Christmas tree as the John Paul Jones raced along the battleship's starboard side, shuddering as multiple enemy 152mm AP shells slammed into her hull and over penned, while 57mm rounds crashed through the superstructure some of the AP rounds exploding and some not, constant streams of tracers from the CWIS battery reached out like orange laser beams of death and impacting the destroyer with a violent clattering. "FIRE TORPEDOES!" Hopper roared through the 47MC circuit. Torpedoes lanced away from the destroyer and were in the water for a grand total of ninety seconds before impaling the Battleship, four towering columns of water erupted from the thing's side. Then the battleship visibly got shoved toward them as the fish from the Fubuki impaled her. Then the two destroyers were enveloped in the squall.
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Hopper felt elation fill his chest; they had done it! They had managed to get around an enemy battleship in more or less one piece! Plus with the nine torpedoes being put into her, she wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. The sound of the raining pounding the deck, the flashes of lighting, and the booms of thunder was the signs that were safe. Then Hopper caught a glimpse of something orange, blue, and green. What was that? Hopper thought as he rubbed his eyes to make sure that they weren't playing tricks on him. As he finished doing that, a large orange, blue, and green portal exploded into life directly in their path. "HOLY FUCK! EVASIVE MANUEVERS!" Hopper bellowed, however it was too little, too late as the racked clipper bow of the JPJ plunged into the portal. What the hell? Hopper thought as the John Paul Jones completely entered the portal. He went to the bridge wing and noticed that the rain wasn't falling in here. He gazed over the edge and saw to his amazement that he could actually see the boot-topping of his ship. Suddenly and while Hopper was not an engineer he heard the screws runaway; he quickly dashed back inside the bridge. The deck suddenly pitched and sent him tumbling to the deck before it seemingly swooped upward like a roller coaster.
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Hopper quickly regained his senses and sprang to his feet and then took stock of the situation. "Everyone alright?" Hopper asked. "Yessir I am fine." Beast said. "I don't think so, yes I am good sir." Ordy said.
"What the hell was that?" Hopper asked.
"I don't know sir. I honestly don't know." Ordy replied and Beast nodded. "Either way; that ranks pretty high on my list of "really weird ass shit" on par with the RIMPAC 2012 incident and we did some pretty weird shit; fighting aliens, well makes for an interesting thing on the resume "saving the world"." Hopper said.
"That is so true sir. I have never seen something so bizarre except for those aliens we had to fight during RIMPAC 2012." Beast replied.
"I agree with you whole heartily Beast." Ordy replied.
"Sir damage reports coming in." Beast said as the 4MC began squawking. Beast quickly frowned and then grimaced. "One of our torpedo tube mounts looks like Swiss cheese, a Fire Scout has been ripped in half by an enemy shell, thankfully the other Fire Scout and the Seahawk are still in one piece somehow, we've lost our Nixie torpedo decoy, Jesus Skipper we have a metric ton of holes all over the place thanks to the CWIS that engaged us, we got some minor flooding but the pumps are staying ahead of it. All told how we are still floating is nothing short of a miracle, probably because those enemy 152s and 57s were slinging AP rounds at us. We didn't have any of the 152s go off, sounds like from damage reports that we had two possibly three 57mm AP rounds explode, but a lot of the enemy 37mm CWIS APCBC rounds did explode. The exterior part of our superstructure has been shredded. CIC is still intact however everyone down there is rattled." Beast said.
That was when the surviving Bridge Wing lookout spoke up. "Captain we are coming out of the squall. We should get the hell out of here before that squall moves on completely and exposes us to that Battleship!" He shouted. Then as the John Paul Jones moved out of the squall Beast spotted the Fubuki. "My god, sir! The Fubuki!" He breathed.
"Ordy bring us into a nice wide turn and get us pointed toward the Fubuki. Then go to flank; we have to get to her, I have gotten sick of leaving people behind." Hopper growled when he caught sight of the mangled Guided Missile Destroyer.
The John Paul Jones moved in a slow, wide left turn to get her bow pointed toward the Fubuki she then sprinted to her wounded comrade at 33 knots. There was a fire raging on her stern, her bridge was unrecognizable, the superstructure had gaping gashes in it, the aft CWIS gun had been shot away, and there was several horrendous wounds in her hull. "Goddamn she looks worse than we do." Beast breathed.
"They sure do, I hope that the aft conn on board the Fubuki is crewed." Hopper said as he picked up a talker for talk between ships for short range communication.
"Fubuki come in," Hopper said; he was surprised when he heard a very familiar voice reply back over the channel after he repeated that message a few more times and it was one he hadn't been expecting either. "We hear you John Paul Jones go ahead." Said Captain Yuri Nagata who had turned down a promotion twice to Rear Admiral mainly because he didn't want a desk job. "Captain Nagata, do you require assistance?" Hopper asked. "Negative Hopper we don't require assistance. However I would feel a lot better if we stayed together. I was about to leave auxiliary conn when you hailed us. CIC has been completely demolished as has the bridge. I was in CIC when that happened so I went to auxiliary conn to command the ship. We have lost our SPY RADAR and launch capability for the Mark 41 VLS, however we just about have that fire beat, two of our turbines are operational we might be able to get a third one back online if we scavenge what is left of number two, however I don't want to push her past 20 knots. We still got our SONAR though, but no Seahawk. However we are completely helpless against air targets and missiles because we have no SAM or CWIS capability at all. But we still got our railgun, but we have to use it in local control." Nagata replied giving a damage report on his ship, the JS Fubuki had been through the meat grinder. "Damn, alright. Captain Nagata we will stay on station and provide protection." Hopper said. "Thanks, I feel a lot better now. When I heard that we had lost AEGIS I thought that my ship and crew was screwed." Nagata replied. "Anytime Captain Nagata." Hopper said before putting the talker back in its cradle, before leaving the bridge for a few minutes to refresh himself.
Little did the crews of both the USS John Paul Jones DDG-1006 and the JS Fubuki DDG-179 know, but they weren't in their own world anymore. That squall had zapped them into a completely different Earth; one where wars didn't occur between humans but instead between humanity and aliens.
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A/N: There we go guys! The first chapter of my rewrite of my Battleship/Strike Witches Crossover! Different enemies, more believable enemy ships in terms of ease of production, some new and old characters, new types of Allied Ships seen in the story.
A/N: Yes I did base that battle off of Taylor Anderson's 2nd Battle of the Java Sea that takes place in his Destroyermen Series book: Into the Storm. Information about the enemy ships will be put on my profile page when I get around to it. However the specs on the Fubuki-class DDG, Bunker Hill-class DDG, and Yukon-class CG are on my profile page.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this story, I am looking forward to writing it; if you have any ideas for the story or any helpful advice. Please either put it in a review or drop me a PM.
As a long time player of Silent Hunter 4 Wolves of Pacific; I leave you with this note: Keep an eye on your 180; and give them hell!