New Allies
Summary: A small fleet of warships from WW2 finds themselves inside the world of the Avatar. With no way home, Admiral Yamamoto is forced to work alongside the Gang in order to return home
Ch 1 new world
October 22, 1941
South China Sea
The Japanese battleship Yamato was undergoing sea trials, escorted by two Myoko class cruisers, and three Fubuki class destroyers. Isoroku Yamamoto stood in the bridge of the super battleship. He was opposed to building the Yamato and her sister ship. Yamamoto felt that the metal should have been used to build carriers, or aircraft. But the ships were built, and he had to test them.
The admiral watched the bridge crew work with great efficiency. This ship was to be the pride of the IJN. If Japan could knock America out of the war real quickly, good for them. But 'If' was the main problem.
"Admiral, we're getting reports of a storm brewing ahead of us." A Lt. said, handing Isoroku a piece of paper.
Yamamoto took the paper and read the message. He handed the paper back and decided to avoid it.
"Alert the escorts. We're to avoid the storm. Rather not have any problems today." Yamamoto said.
As the Yamato steered away from the storm, one of the cruisers suffered engine trouble, and started to lag behind.
"Cruiser Nachi, what's the problem?"
"We're having engine trouble. We can't keep up."
"Admiral what should we do?" the radio operator asked.
"We hold position. Have engineers board the Nachi and fix the engine. And keep an eye on the storm. We leave at the last second, with or without the Nachi." Yamamoto said.
Yamamoto looked thru his binoculars and watched the incoming storm. For some odd reason, there wasn't any lightning, but the thunder and dark clouds would tell someone that lightning would join the party. A bolt of lightning did appear and struck the water.
The crew watched the lightning impact the 5 warships.
"All ships, get out of the storm, best speed possible for each ship." Yamamoto ordered.
The Yamato lurched forward and the destroyers sped ahead of the super-ship but the storm grew worse and worse. And just as it started, the storm ended.
"Damage report." Yamamoto said.
Reports came from the 5 ships. They suffered some scorches on the hull and armor, but no serious and lasting damage. But one thing did concern them.
"Why is it so fucking cold?" the weapons officer asked.
Yamamoto looked up and saw a bunch of glaciers. Blinking and rubbing his eyes, he looked again and saw the glaciers.
"Scan with sonar and radar. We need to know where we are." Yamamoto said.
"Sir, I'm getting nothing on the radio. Not even morse code." The operator said.
"Move the fleet out of the ice. Head north." Yamamoto ordered.
The 5 warships formed in a single line, the Yamato taking the lead. As they left the icebergs, they saw a flying bison.
"Is that, a bison?" a sailor asked.
"It is. And it's flying." Another crewmen said, looking thru a scope.
On the bison, the crew looked at small fleet.
"Look at the size of that ship." Sokka said, seeing the enormous Yamato.
"They can't catch a bison." Aang said, and Appa flew faster.
The 5 warships left the ice and continued on a north east direction. For two weeks they saw nothing. On a foggy morning, it all changed.
Yamamoto stood in the bridge, looking into the fog with his binoculars. He scanned the horizon from left to right. Catching a glimpse of an object in the fog, he jolted back.
"Admiral, we should stay clear of the fog. We don't have the fire guidance and control systems to land accurate shots." The XO said.
"Position the fleet perpendicular to the fog. I think we're having company." Yamamoto said.
No sooner did Isoroku finish his sentence, a fireball came out of nowhere, and impacted on the Yamato's deck.
"All ships, return fire."
The Yamato fired her forward guns, firing armor piercing rounds. The rounds landed in the water, missing the intended target. Yamamoto headed to the wheel and turned the battleship to the right, pointing all her guns into the fog. The remaining 4 ships followed the Yamato's example, and formed a line. The Yamato was in the center, with a cruiser on the bow and stern, and the destroyer following the cruisers. A wall guns and torpedoes faced the fog, threatening their opponents.
"Oh my god." An officer said, seeing a large force of cruiser size warships bearing down on them, lobbing fireballs from trebuchets.
"Give them a broadside. We'll crush this fleet." Yamamoto said, knowing that if he and his ships were to survive this fight, they had to kill their new enemies, down to the last soldier.
"Fire!"
All the guns on the fleet fired at once; a rain of armor piercing and high explosive rounds crashed into the opposite fleet, destroying many of their warships.
"They're retreating." A young officer said.
"They're regrouping. And we're doing the same damn thing before they change their mind. We retreat now, head north-east. Destroyers first, then cruisers, then us." Yamamoto ordered.
And just as Yamamoto prophesied, the unknown attackers showed up, attacking again, but slightly disorganized. The Yamato made quick work of the enemy ships, destroying most of them, and sending 4 to run with their tail between their legs.
"I want answers on where we are, and who attacked us." Yamamoto said.
"We're not going to get any for a while. Not until we find someone to talk to."
"We better find someone and soon." Yamamoto said.
The Yamato left the fog and into the bright day. To their surprise and horror, they came upon a long line of warships, carrying the same fire emblems of the ships they encountered earlier. And these warships started firing at the Yamato and her escorts. Yamamoto was all too happy to return the favor.
Both sides exchanged fire. Artillery shells, ranging from 5 to 18 inch rounds penetrate the armor of the fire nation ships, destroying 9 ships outright. Fireballs broke apart impacting the belt armor the Japanese warships had, and spread their deadly flames across the ships. But the Yamato and her escorts were faster, and had better guns than their fire navy opponents, heading east, leaving the fire navy in the wake.
Avatar Aang, Katara, and Sokka escaped on Appa, after beating Zuko and his troops back from Kyoshi Island.
"I know, I know. That was stupid and dangerous." Aang said, landing into the saddle.
"Yes. It was." Katara said, hugging Aang, for using the Unagi to put out the fire on the island.
"Guys, I think our friends are back." Sokka said, looking down, and seeing the 5 warships.
"Looks like they're heading towards Kyoshi Island." Katara said.
Aang steered Appa towards the island, flying ahead of the unknown warships.
"Avatar Aang. Why'd you return?" Oyaji asked.
"We saw 5 warships heading towards the island. I think the fire nation is going to attack." Aang said.
"We can't stop 5 warships plus all those soldiers." Suki said.
"Then you better evacuate the island." Sokka said.