When I was a kid, when I'd feel small or lonely, I'd look up to the stars. Wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction. When alien life entered our world it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean. A fissure between two tectonic plates, a portal between dimensions, the breach. I was 24 when the first Abyssal's attacked, a young SWCC Lieutenant, part of an experimental program. Our mission was to call in long-range fire from ships and land-based installations. Despite our efforts newly found efforts the blue water navies of the world were turned to scrap within a matter of weeks.
Tens of thousands of people died from around the world. By the time we sunk a single Abyssal its kin would destroy a fleet. After the initial shock, we all mourned our dead, memorialized the attacks, and moved on.
The waters of the world weren't safe anymore and humanity had to adapt. The world came together, pooling its resources and throwing aside old rivalries for the sake of the greater good. Islands were evacuated, patrols beefed up, and the number of international aid flights increased. Humanity had to change its ways, traveling by air and land, the economy took a beating yet people were still willing to soldier on.
However, not a single city was attacked, coasts left unharmed from this unholy plague. After the world stopped patrolling the waters with its major navies people were under the illusion that the Abyssals had gotten up, packed their bags, and booked it to the first flight back to wherever the hell they came from. Slowly but surely people returned to their old callings, straight into the heart of the sea. For some, it had seemed like we had survived the hellish nightmare, then, then it all changed.
0030h Somewhere off of Luzon April 8th, 2018
"Hey, LC, how much longer do we gotta be out here for?"
"I think we got another half hour before rotation amigo."
"Why you always speaking Spanglish, you're fluent in both damn languages."
"Go grow up in Miami, you'll get the answer to that quickly, comprehende?"
"I hate you so much." A much-needed laugh was shared by the exhausted crew. However, it was promptly cut off due to the ocean becoming eerily quiet and a layer of clouds darkening the area.
"Man this job used to be so fun, remember when we were calling in SSM's on those bitches."
"Dude, stop your bitchin', let the LC drive. Just be happy no one's gettin' attacked no more. The last thing I need is one of those freaks trying to blow my head off again." Everyone laughed, for the most part, no one wanted to get shot at again. They got their danger pay and minimal danger was the standard. Life really had gotten easy for the SWCC operators.
"Hey, I'm just saying I miss that thrill. Which, by the way, was what I signed up for. We were all lucky that they completely overhauled SWCC like we used to drive the SEALs around and now I haven't heard of them doing shit."
"All y'all need to chill, the SEALs are mostly helping evacuations and shit. For once, the real heroes are the Chair Force, those guys have worked 10 times as much as Y'all lazy mother fuckers. Understood amigo?"
"Yes, sir!" The response was quick and clear-cut, no one fucked with Joseph. When the lieutenant commander said something, you listened. The man was from Miami and had been in the shit straight outta the Naval Academy.
"So sir, what was it like getting to race those offshore powerboats before all this?" Martinez, the aft dual 50 cal gunner looked at the leader with curious eyes, he was the replacement for their last gunner who was on medical leave.
"Martinez, it was damn amazing! They were faster than these Mark Vs and surprisingly comfortable. Thousands of people gathered to watch you race, sweet Caribbean pussy too. You'd see some really famous faces down by Miami Beach. Still, miss the job but don't regret joining America's be-a-uti-full military."
"So sir…do you think the Abyssals will ever come back?"
"I pray to God they don't, it was bad enough the first time and I honestly don't think humanity will be ready if it does. If it does though, you can count on me putting a few missiles straight up the ass of the first Abyssal I see."
"Thanks, sir…that really means alo-incoming!" A shell ripped through the air, a giant splash of water rocked the small craft in the calm seas.
"Martinez!" Joseph looked back only to see the operator's lower half on the hull, blood, and guts pooling on the hard metal surface. Without saying a word Joseph punched the throttle to the max, the twin 2285 horsepower engines accelerated the craft up too 65 knots within seconds. The crew's instincts took over as they scanned the surrounding area, NVGs scanning the area for the telltale silhouette of the monster responsible.
"Contact 7 O'clock, 3,000 meters, Re-Class Battleship!" Early on in the war, radar had shown to be ineffective at locating the Abyssals, everything had to be done using the old Mk1 eyeball and the not so old IR laser.
Of course, Joseph didn't waste any more time heading towards dry land, he'd beach the craft if he had too. Likewise, his small crew didn't waste any time firing their various firearms. At 3,000 meters their most effective weapon was the M242, a 25mm autocannon that spat pure superheated death. Against an Abyssal, it was essentially a pea shooter. All of their weapons were, but that didn't stop them from using them.
The radio communications had been set to the international emergency channel if anyone heard their message than an evacuation of all seaborne vessels in the immediate area would take place.
"This is Hydra 2-1 requesting immediate support. Abyssal sighted Mark 4QFJ16, over!" Joseph had a heightened tone, fear in his voice. The craft rocked in the shimmering sea as 16-inch shells landed nearby, each one getting closer and closer to its intended target.
"Hydra 2-1 this is 1st carrier division of the IJN, support will be arriving shortly, ETA 2 mikes."
Water and empty shell casings were beginning to fill the hull. The sounds of men screaming in anger filled the calm air, only to be phased out by the sound of another barrage. It was only a matter of time before the Abyssal got lucky. They were 40 klicks from shore and losing hope rather quickly.
"Help is on the way, 2 mikes! Just hang on!" There was no response, he hoped his crew had heard him. Shells were still hitting the water around them, they would be in range right up until they hit land. It was sort of like an action movie, the small special operations craft swerving from side to side as it tried to avoid incoming fire. The only protection is a thin layer of armor designed to deflect radar signatures and low caliber bullets, not shells the size of a Volkswagen Beetle.
"Contact 3 O'clock high…6,000 meters…anyone else seeing meatballs?" Like specks in the sky, he could see at least a hundred aircraft coming towards them. They were extremely small, so he was worried that Abyssal aircraft were inbound. One of the craft's indicator lights alerted him to a crew member raising the MANPADS towards the unknown aircraft. A few seconds later and the deafening noise of the stinger launching pierced the air. All the ear protection in the world couldn't save him from the chance of losing some of his hearing tonight.
"Hydra 2-1, those are friendlies you shit for brains Americans!" This time it was a different voice behind the comms and a rather pissed off one, to say the least. Deciding not to respond he continued focusing on getting his ass to shore.
The Re-class's shark-like monster on its side sending salvo after salvo hurtling towards the small crew. Deep down he felt that they would all die horrible deaths. Silently, he shot off a prayer as he continued to work at the helm. The craft's electronic sensors blared in red and green shades in front of him, the body armor starting to feel heavier and heavier.
A few thousand meters away, the Re-class came under attack from the rather mysterious aircraft. Bombs and torpedoes splashed into the water as the beast came under fire from the various attack runs. Bullets sprayed the water as the sound of AA guns opened up, downing aircraft left and right. It continued doing so for a few seconds before being hit by a one the of torpedo bombers.
The Abyssal fell to the water as it was engulfed in building-sized splashes. The pearly white legs began to sink beneath the water, for the first time in history an Abyssal had a certain feeling take over its eyes, fear. Fear of death, of becoming the first casualty in the second phase of a bloody war. As the beast slipped into the abyss one last shell exited its turret, a shell that had the potential to alter the outcome of a war.
That single 16-inch shell hurtled through the air before finding its mark, right into the aft section of a certain Mk 5 Special Operations Craft. The 1-ton shell passed straight through the hull, a 2 story tall geyser of water appearing only seconds later. The craft was ripped in half as both sections skidded across the water at 65 knots.
Metal splintered and tore through everything in the surrounding area. In the carnage, one figure could be seen in a rather uncomfortable place as it bounced across the ocean. Then with one last breath of the cool Pacific air, the battleship succumbed to its wounds, slipping back into the dark abyss.
1400 Walter Reed Medical June 12th, 2018
"Just for the vocal record, Lieutenant Commander, please state your name, rank, date of birth, and assignment."
Sitting on a rather uncomfortable chair in a rather drab room, Joseph took a deep breath. Being in a coma for the past two months had taken a toll on his body. While he had lost weight the hospital had given him opportunities to stay in shape and being the muscular freak that he was, he took the, upon every opportunity.
"My name is Joseph Hunt, Lieutenant Commander. Born in Miami Beach on July 4th, 1992. I was deployed to NB Cavite, Manila with SBT 12 as the second in command of Hydra Team."
"You were born on July 4th," the man in front of him was a Captain who seemed rather surprised. "Lucky!" Joseph gave him a rather shit-eating grin. He didn't see an MP badge or any SF badges on the man, if this was a review board then it wasn't following standard procedure.
"Can you explain the incident in depth that occurred on April 8th, 2018 at 0030?"
"Well…I was under orders to patrol 100 klicks of open water off Luzon. I had just about finished my patrol when I slowed the craft down to a crawl while waiting for my replacement when we came under fire from one Re-class battleship. We alerted the surrounding area on the maritime emergency channel before calling for reinforcement as we motored back to shore on our Mk5."
"Your reinforcements, did they come?"
"Well after a few minutes they did in the form of Japanese aircraft, there were a few abnormalities in said aircraft though."
"Go on…"
"They were small, the size of Abyssal aircraft and had insignia from the Japanese Empire. We were originally hailed by a fleet calling themselves the first carrier division of the IJN."
"Do you know what happened next?"
"After a slight miscommunication, they began attacking the Re-class…after that I don't remember much aside from a sudden jolt before it all went black."
"I wouldn't call it a slight miscommunication but you're words, not mine. Have you been told what happened later in any detail?"
"No sir, I haven't been informed about anything since I woke up."
"Well let me do you a favor and fill you in on that. Your entire crew is dead, that sudden jolt you experienced was the craft being ripped apart while traveling at 65 knots. No one and I mean no one understands how you survived. If the shrapnel didn't kill you then the impact would've, not to mention being unconscious while wearing body armor." The Captain let that sink in for a moment. He was rather harsh in how bluntly he put it but that was his job, sugar coating things never helped on official tapes. He had lost friends before and while it always tore a part of his soul out, he quickly moved on.
"So what's happened lately in the world? Why'd they come back?" They being the Abyssals, he couldn't understand why the enemies of humanity had chosen to return so suddenly.
"The Abyssals began attacking Coastal cities while you were out. Once again they control the seas aside from a few bases in the Pacific, namely in and around Japan, San Diego, and a few minor islands close to the breach. We also may have a slight idea as too why they came back?" His mind raced at the new information, had his home been destroyed? How many people died? What was the state of the world?
"And that idea is?"
"That idea…is above your pay grade. Lieutenant Commander Hunt, do you have the slightest idea about why you're here?
"Taking a shot in the dark here. Review board?"
"Hell no! I'm from operations…look son I have one question for you, do you accept your new assignment?"
"Respectfully a few basic details would do wonders?"
"I'm under orders from the Secretary of Defense not to dispense any information about our program unless they are a member of said program." Joseph hesitated to give any answers. A move he figured would get the Captain to spill some basic information…it didn't.
"Miami was obliterated two days ago, the death count's around half a million. If you decline then this meeting never happened. If you agree then I can personally assure you, you'll be kicking Abyssal ass within the week." Those words, while blunt and harsh, awakened something inside of Joseph, something made of pure rage and hate for the perpetrators of said destruction.
"I'm in!"
"Sorry?"
"When do I go?"
"Welcome to the Kancolle Program. Were a joint international operation operating at the highest level of secrecy. You know, heads of state, CIA level shit."
"Can I get some names?"
"Japan's leading this operation since it has the highest number of 'assets'. Were in second place with Britain, Russia, and Germany." Joseph scratched his dark blond hair, he typically had his hair cut in a sort of facon style. His electric blue eyes seemed to have dark black holes in the middle of them. Something that past lovers had describes as being lost in the abyss before being jolted back to life.
"Assets?"
"You ever hear of a Kanmusu?"
"Was I supposed to?"
"Well, you're fluent in Japanese…right?"
"Yes sir, I can also speak German and Spanish."
"Break the word apart and give me a general translation."
"Um…sir I'm not sure I have this entirely right. The 'musu' part of the word stands for Musume which is the female personification of hardware so…shipgirl?"
"I knew we hit a homer when I saw your file."
"Thanks, sir but I still don't get it."
"Look I'm going to be brief with this since time is money. Imagine the female personification of warships past in a human body. Essentially they look like regular people but with a few minor differences, mainly hair, eyes, age, and strength. They have all the power of their past selves and have special rigging like the Abyssals, less scary though. They're the most effective weapon against them in humanity's arsenal." The Captain clearly expected Joseph's face to be one confusion, all he got was a poker face perfected throughout the years.
"With all due respect. I've spent the last few years of my career fighting monsters from a different dimension with humanoid figures, at least some of them do. So this new development doesn't really surprise me, neither does me surviving the impossible."
"Well, I'm glad that's your mindset towards this because you're going to be in charge of a special light task force, CruDiv 1."
"Sir, I don't think I have the experience or rank to be in charge of such a force. Wouldn't that honor fall under an admiral?"
"Usually yes, but under the current circumstances, mostly due to the lack of experienced personnel we're having to cast a wide net. Your city's just been destroyed, friends killed, so you have hate in you and your one of the best in reading Abyssal tactics. You've been in this war since the beginning and you should be there when it ends. You ever wonder why you were part of the first SWCC Officer group?"
"Well, sir…I assumed there was a demand and I fit it. As to how I achieved a position that should've taken at least a decade to achieve, all my superiors were killed and the Navy deemed I was ready for such a responsibility."
"Good Commander, good. It's basically the same reason today except, well, a hell of a lot direr. Personally, at the rate this war is going, I'm expecting total annihilation within the next year or two. You're here to stop that and in doing so will report to me and only me."
"Sir?" The Captain clearly noticed Joseph's concern and replied with a small but impactful smirk.
"Yeah, I almost forgot…congratulations on your promotion Commander!" Joseph was beyond astonished, his rather big mouth gaping. He had just been given command of a cruiser division and promoted to commander in quick succession. Even during wartime, this would be considered astonishingly quick, the Navy must've really been in dire straits.
"Sir this has to be breaking some SOP?" The Captain raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young Commander. A slight change in voice as he took off his dress hat.
"Look, son, the truth is…the Navy needs you, the world needs you and your now in the shit whether ya like it or not. So are you gonna accept these leaves or not?" Joseph took a deep breath as he looked into the Captain's dark brown eyes, strands of grey hair barely visible on his forehead.
"Sir…I won't let you down." Joseph immediately stood up and threw a salute. The Captain gave a fatherly smile as he walked over and pinned the silver leaves onto his uniform.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Now you'll get to stay in your NWU 2 uniform with all your various badges including the officers SWCC Master insignia."
"Thank you, sir!" The Captain turned around to leave the dull room before spinning back once more, instinctively causing Joseph to snap to attention.
"Almost forgot something…" He dug around in his pocket for a few seconds before pulling out two more ribbons, both of which nearly caused Joseph to faint. "The Navy has seen it fit that you receive these two prestigious awards, unfortunately, we don't have the resources to give you physical medals or a proper ceremony so ribbons will have to do. Congratulations commander!" The first ribbon was purple with two white stripes on the outside. The second was almost the total opposite, a blue stripe split two bars of red with a giant V in the middle.
"Your other crewman, may they rest in peace, have been posthumously awarded the silver star. Do you know how many lives you saved?"
"Respectfully sir, I didn't save nearly as many men as I should've." Joseph's typically happy yet serious tone disappeared as it was replaced by something a little more solemn.
"You get used to it…personally, I would've given those to you a hell of a lot sooner. But, you know the way that paper-pusher bullshit works."
"Yes, I do sir…yes, I do. Still, I feel like I didn't do enough. Like that, if I tried harder I could've saved more people."
"Well, here's your chance to make up for that. The fact that the majority of your injuries consisted of broken ribs, deep bruises, internal bleeding and a coma is still astonishing. However, that's a conversation for a later time. All your equipment including what few personal items you have left in your storage locker have already been shipped over. You have a plane on the tarmac waiting to take you to what's left of Guam. From there you'll take a Blackhawk with ESSS to Chuck Lagoon. You'll be cutting it real close so don't fuck around with your fuel."
"Zoomies flying me?" The Captain chuckled a bit before patting Joseph on the back.
"Nah, the President really wants to keep this shit secret. Some agency spooks will be ferrying you."
"Alright then, let's go."
"Hold on tiger, I know your 6'2" and 210 lbs but I gotta stop you on this one. On the plane, you'll find some files on the force you'll be commanding and the various equipment you've been allotted. You've been given some pretty famous ships to work with so don't fuck this up."
"Yes, sir!" Once again he a beeline towards the door, and once again, he was stopped dead in his tracks.
"One last thing Commander…" The Captain laughed before carefully choosing his next words. "No matter how much you might want too, don't get any of these girls killed." Joseph simply nodded as he went through the door and onto his new assignment.
0700 5 Klicks West of Chuuk Lagoon June 15th, 2018
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The pilot cut the comms as the small crew laughed. The Blackhawk carried them through the air at relatively fast speeds in excess of 100 knots. Joseph, in all honesty, was tired. Even the days rest on Guam hadn't completely saved him.
"So Commander, you read up on your new assignment?" The crew chief, a rather attractive blonde with dazzling brown eyes stared at him.
"Yeah…this is gonna be a rough one."
"Look I don't know too much about the Kancolle program but I flew a few of them here and let me tell you. Those girls got some personality alright so be ready for shit to get real…and quick."
"Thanks for the reassurance…as if the Abyssals trying to kill me on this island weren't gonna be bad enough."
"Hey, at least you haven't been eaten?" A shiver ran down Joseph's spine, memories past of sailors being plucked from the water after surviving a sinking ship only to be torn in half by an Abyssal still remained. The crew chief gave a solemn look before putting a hand on his shoulder. He was in his NWU2 uniform with all his various medals and so forth, an AMT Hardballer sat in its holster by his side ready for action should the need arise. Now, in all reality, the 45 wouldn't do shit should he need to use it against an Abyssal or, God forbid, a rogue shipgirl. He just carried it for the feeling of having a weapon by his side, essentially producing a false sense of security.
He took a deep breath before turning his attention to the bright Pacific Ocean, the sunrise just barely grazing the horizon. From his perspective it was beautiful, not a single Abyssal insight, hopefully, that'd last. He could hear the pilots mutter a few words before descending rapidly. Just because they couldn't see any Abyssals didn't mean there weren't any and this wasn't their first rodeo.
"Hold on!" The Blackhawk quickly dipped into the dive, wind rushed into the cockpit as Joseph tried to stay in his seat. This was their final approach, as soon as he was dropped off the Blackhawk would make a beeline towards Guam.
A few seconds later the airframe quickly ceased to shutter. The Blackhawk leveled off, skimming the surface as they blitzed the landmass in front of them. The crew chief shot him a little smirk as he laughed, he'd been through worse. Soon a beautiful mirage of colors shot past his face as he hung out the open doors. The bright greens of the jungle mixed well with the clear blue of the lagoon and its beautiful waves.
As far as he knew everything had already been put in his room, a large Hawaiian style shack along the beach with a rather fancy looking office.
"Get ready!" The pilot yelled as he yanked the helicopter into an Immelmann. Joseph did nothing but holler the entire time, this thrill of the maneuver was amazing. He could make out a few figures on the shore next to the helipad, a few of them, pointing at him. As soon as the maneuver was finished the pilot landed onto the soft grass field, jungle quickly overtaking the horizon.
"Welcome to paradise commander, please enjoy your stay." The pilot died as soon as he finished talking, hey, the man was funny.
"Dude that was fuckin awesome!" Joseph reached over and slapped the pilot's shoulder. The crew chief didn't look too happy but at the same time had a small smirk forming. Taking a step onto the soft grass, Joseph wore a smile on his face as his hand brushed his hair back into place.
"Hey, when I run my next resupply mission, find me!" The crew chief blew a kiss as the helicopter took back off. Joseph turned around and walked towards a few of the girls near him. He didn't recognize any of them so they had to be Japanese. His NWU had a rippling effect to it as he walked away from the helicopter, like something straight from an action movie. As soon as he made it to the first girl she promptly shot into a bow, Joseph returned the kind gesture.
She wasn't really that tall and she looked rather old compared to the files he'd read, mid to late 20s maybe. Then again he didn't really have an eye for age.
"Commander Hunt, I'm the base's secretaryship, Nagato, lead ship of the Nagato class. We've been expecting you." Her voice didn't really hold much emotion behind it, her English was rather accented and deep. Not that he cared, he was too busy looking her over. This was the first shipgirl he'd seen in person, some sort of antennas she wore like a headset his main focus. The girl next to her then spoke, carrying a cheery tone.
"I'm her sister ship, Mutsu! It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander." Even though she seemed happy he could detect an underlying tone. One of disdain for the person she was speaking too. He assumed it was because he was American and she had died in a war against his country, or at least that's what the files had said about their behavioral patterns.
In a rather hastily put together decision he chose not to speak Japanese so as to test their abilities in the linguistics department, something that could prove useful or detrimental depending on the way it all played out. As soon as they finished speaking he tried to piece together his first words when speaking with an actual shipgirl, something that was a lot harder than it actually seemed. Luckily, at least for him, Nagato beat him to it.
"Follow us, we're going to take you to HQ. From there you'll meet up with your fleet." They both turned around as they walked towards what looked like a mansion. It was enormous and beautiful, the previous owners must have vacated as soon as word went out about the Abyssals return.
"So where's the Admiral?"
"He's currently on the mainland, most of our leadership operates out of Yokosuka and Sasebo." His only reply was a simple nod as they continued walking. He made a mental note to try and buy such a house after the war. The prices would be rock bottom due to the war and something like this would be a rather nice jewel on his crown.
"Hey um…stupid question. How long has my fleet been here for?" Nagato turned around with a rather dumbfounded look.
"No one told you?"
"I've only been told the basics of the program and who I'm working with."
"Are you Americans always so unprepared." She seemed rather annoyed at the inquiry. Joseph had a knack for chewing people out and by going with his better judgment, there was no snappy return.
"Usually we're on the ball but we're having some problems right now."
"Like…" Nagato seemed to be rather clueless about the worlds current predicament. Whether she was playing dumb or what, he didn't know.
"Most of our leadership is dead, the coastal US has been all but obliterated. You know, end of the world kind of shit."
"Oh…I see…sorry, we're not really told much about what happens around the world. The Navy keeps outside information highly restricted, for better or worse." Joseph frowned, how could a government keep so many secrets from its people if shipgirls could be called people. Truth was, he didn't entirely know what rights the shipgirls of other nations were given. From the files, all he caught were that the new American shipgirls were treated pretty much like any other sailor, albeit a bit looser depending on age. Hell, they were even given their own iPhones and MacBook Pros, some of that shit was nicer than his own personal items.
Any further conversation was cut off as they entered into a corner of said mansion. Inside said corner was a collage of various technical equipment. Maps, computers, radios, you name it, they had it. Other than that it was completely dull aside from a girl who sat at one of the radio stations.
"Did Commander Rum make it?" The rather short girl whose black hair was completed with an aqua-ish headband spoke as soon as the door opened, concentrating more on her tech than the visitors. A point reinforced by her speaking Japanese and not English.
"Commander Rum reporting for duty!"
"Shit!" She winced as she turned around only to see Joseph with what had to be the biggest shit eating grin known to man. Nagato seemed to be rather annoyed as Mutsu tried, unsuccessfully, not to laugh.
"Don't worry, I gotta say that was pretty funny."
"So you must be Commander Hunt. A pleasure to meet you, name's Ooyodo." Nagato spoke up directly after this leaving Joseph to only give her a nice smile in return.
"Sorry about that, usually she's serious, don't know what's gotten into her." Her tone turned to one of annoyance, she honestly seemed pissed off.
"Trust me, that's actually pretty funny. Though why rum?" She gave him a rather flustered look. Something he didn't understand, as she came up with an answer.
"Our Admiral gave us some basic information on you. We nicknamed you Rum since your from the Caribbean area."
"Gotcha!"
"On a more serious tone, we have your fleet waiting for you right through that door."
"Alright, thanks…so how long has my fleet been here for." Ooyodo opened her mouth to speak but was promptly cut off by Nagato, lest she says something comedic again.
"2 days, we've been here for a week. The immediate area around the island is safe. So, aside from a daily training regiment, most fleets enjoy their time at the beach."
"How have they been acting?"
This time both Nagato and Mutsu spoke simultaneously while Ooyodo smirked.
"They've been fine."
"Bullshit. Ooyodo, off the record, how have they been?"
"Depends, some have been picking fights while others are extremely helpful. Personally, I'm glad you're here to give them some standardized leadership." Nagato winced at the comment as Mutsu, once again, tried to smother her laughter.
"Right…thanks for all the help guys."
"Good luck Commander." The entire room spoke as one as he lazily threw up a salute, it was time for him to take his new assignment head-on.
AN...
Hey, Y'all! This story will not be updated very often and is only here whenever an idea pops into my head. Here's where I'll be testing writing styles and so forth so I hope you like it. If anyone has anything they'd like to let me know, then by all means, please do!