Eastern Pacific Fog Fleet
Battle Cruiser Alaska, Alaska class Battle Cruiser name ship
The Fog Battle Cruiser sailed in silence. She had been sent to investigate a series of Fog disappearances. Several light cruisers, both from the Pacific and American(Eastern Pacific) fleets, had gone missing in this area. Alaska could remember being in contact with recently pronounced Pacific flagship Hiei. Using their concept com-system, they had the following conversation.
"So, why would you want me to go investigate? This sounds like something the West Pacific fleet and you as their flagship would take care of. So why bother a member of the East Pacific fleet?"
"6 Nagara Cruisers and 6 Cleveland Class cruisers don't just disappear. I would go myself, but I've only been flagship for a short time. It's been stressful, especially since rogue patrol submarine I-401's recent delivery of the Vibration Warhead to the United States. We are almost on even fighting terms now, and it's possible her influence is spreading across the Fog."
"Being on even terms is not good. And what do you mean, 'across the Fog'?" Alaska asked as she set her teacup down.
"It wasn't just I-401 that went rogue. My 3 sisters' mental models regrettably have either joined forces with I-401, or have abandoned their duties as Fog ships. Not to mention various other ships, such as heavy cruiser Takao, and fast battleship Hyuga have done the same. I also haven't been able to confirm it, but I heard a rumor that something big has been going on in the Atlantic. There is also reason to believe that because of that a rogue Atlantic heavy cruiser is the cause of the disappearances."
"So that's it huh," It was less of a question and more of a statement. Alaska leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "So you want me to go find this cruiser, and do what?"
"Sink it," Hiei said with an edge in her tone. Alaska looked up at her, surprise in her eyes.
"Just, sink it?"
"Don't make contact, do not hail them, do not use the Concept Com system. Just sink it and do it quickly. We can't risk anyone else becoming abnormal. It's been determined that any kind of contact from the abnormals can and likely will spread the abnormality to one's self. So sink it. Your ship was designed as a cruiser killer, it's time to put that to use."
So here Alaska was, sailing in the north Pacific Ocean, trying to find this rogue heavy cruiser. She had been searching for a while, with nothing turning up. Nothing had turned up on sonar, and there was nothing on the surface for miles around. In all honesty, she was kinda bored. She leaned back against the front of her forward most gun turret and sighed to herself.
As a Fog ship, she should have been awake and alert, but she was tired and bored from two days of searching with no trace of this Cruiser she was supposed to find. She didn't even know what Hiei meant exactly when she said the Cruiser came from the Atlantic. She didn't know a lot about what went on in the Atlantic, but there were other United States modeled ships in the Atlantic.
The Fog had many factions in the world; from the 2 Pacific Fleets, the Russo-Arctic Fleet, and several others. Many of which were obscure and unknown to each other. The most communication between Alaska's and the West's factions at one time was when the west gave details about I-401. That was as far as she knew however. One other reason the different factions were even aware of each other's existence is in their identity. Occasionally she would contact other Fog ships with American design. She had talked to one of them the day before, it had been the battleship Texas. She had contacted her via the Concept Com system.
"Are you aware of any Atlantic ships going rogue?" she had asked.
"None in the western' Atlantic Fleet. Can't rightly say much about the east though. Ah have heard a few rumors if that'll interest ya," Texas said with a light southern accent.
"Anything will probably do at this point," Alaska replied as she leaned back in her chair.
"Ah heard 'a couple months ago that the European nations had created a weapon that's powerful 'nuff to actually do a right sum of damage against us. The facilities 'creating it were destroyed by the East 'Lanitic Fleet, but ah heard their Flagship an' its sister went missin' if that's any help. Don't have much more'an that other than the fact there was some 'debate' supposedly or'e who should become the next Flagship. Other'n that, ah got nuthin."
Back in the present, Alaska sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Her talk with Texas had answered her questions in a few ways, yet placed doubt over them at the same time. It was conflicting and confusing for her. All she could do at the moment was bring a few fingers between her brow and sigh again.
"Regardless of this," she said to herself. "There is one thing I can say for certain. Something's going on in the Atlantic, something big. Whether it's good or bad will probably remain obscure, and may never clear even after it's past. And what exactly that event is, may remain obscure as well."
She closed her eyes again to ponder these thoughts some more, but was still easily distractible in her bored state. So when something cackled on sonar, she opened her eyes.
