Red October's crimson eyes were focused keenly on the water ahead. Only she and her captain knew at this point where they were going. They weren't going up north to perform exercises with Alpha like they'd been ordered, they were going to defect. Red October was quite happy to do so if only for the reason to avoid seeing Alpha. Her comrade was an arrogant, nosy, snoddy bitch who loved to complain and loved to be a glory hound. She enjoyed sitting back and letting others do the hard, dirty work and then stab them in the back by taking all the credit. "If anyone should be sunk," Red October thought dryly. "It's her."Yelling interrupted her musings and she turned her attention to the captain's cabin. The Political Officer had just been murdered. "Ramas, what have you done?" She whispered. "What I had to do." He replied crisply. "Where we are going, he cannot follow." She sighed. "We cannot sail without a political officer." She whispered to him. "I'm well aware of that, but we'll have to if we're gonna make it to America." He replied.
The officers were soon in on the plan and all resolved to keep their mouths shut yet Red October couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, like someone knew something they shouldn't and were about to act on it. Her instincts were in overdrive as the realization crashed down on her. She was a rogue, an outcast, trading her crimson colors for the stars and stripes of America.
Stealth was the absolute key if she was going to survive this voyage. Shutting down her nuclear engines, she activated her caterpillar drive, a magnetohyrdodynamic drive that worked much like a jet engine, eliminating any noise whatsoever. She turned to port, her bow pointing west towards the United States. When she did, she detected another submarine. She quickly identified it as a Los Angeles class. "Dallas, you sneaky bastard." She growled. She could hear his gleeful laughter behind her. "And a good morning to you, my dear." He replied. "Don't call me that, especially not in front of the crew." She growled. "Of course not, dear." He replied. She rolled her eyes.
USS Dallas (SSN-700) was a feisty, short-tempered, humorous, rough, tough submarine. And he was also, Red October's mate. It was he who convinced her to defect to the American side. Red October was only too happy to comply. Things were tense enough as it was between their nations and she was certain that with her introduction into the service, someone would fire a shot. The Americans were more paranoid than the Soviets. Despite this, she was particularly happy to see him. She loved him dearly but sometimes his presence could get annoying after a while. "Where'd you get off to, I can't see you!" He cried. "That's the beauty of stealth. I'll see you in America my love." Red October replied and sailed off into the darkness, leaving Dallas confused in her wake.