Sorry for not updating, hope a long chap makes up for it. Don't own Minecraft

The battle against C.O.P.E.R or the First Continental War (AKA:FCA 1) wasn't going smoothly for Endoria. With a limited amount of Infantry along with a small Navy and Air Force, they wouldn't be on a equal fighting ground for months of the war. Many eminent scholars were guessing that C.O.P.E.R.S full strength was huge. So with a small force, they couldn't do much.

Though the Navy thought differently to the skeptics. They had reason to believe that C.O.P.E.R had no Navy. If they did then why hadn't they used it? Atop the Mjolnir Sea stood the NEN Forethought. This ship was built to take a beating. With its near titanium like hull, torpedoes would have a hard time breaking through. Topped with Along with being around 300 meters long (or 328.084 yards) and 80 (or 87.489 yards) wide with small Anti-Aircraft turrets and MRM Scepters class missiles aboard, the ship could defend its self. The ship was on course to support retreating WSE troops across the Darth strait.

Among the ship sat a few radio towers and a command tower. This command tower held the captin and the crew responsible for navigation, radar, communication, and weapon command. This would command the amount of 400 sailors.

Though enough of that,the battle for Vilna was a disaster for the New Further. The battle had cost the WSE nearly one full brigade of men for the loss. Luckily being very close to home made it easer to fall back and lick wounds. With no way to mount a counter attack against the invaders, they would have to hope for the best. So with very small room to push they had to dig in.

The NEN Forethought sat on the very edge of the Mjolnir Sea now, ready to cross the border of the sea and into the Darth Ocean. The crew looked forward into the sunset, ready to make the final leg of the journey. As they looked a little closer, they could see objects blotting out the sun. Many wondered what was happening until they heard a cry.

"All me to your battle stations! All men to your battle station!" Soon enough men swarmed the deck to prep for a fight. First 24 Republic-Thundered 120s flew out to engage the soon to be seen enemy fighters. Next some men were roaring up the AA turrets to knock aircraft out of the sky. Finally the Captain Vitus Bering of the NEN Forethought was contacting the NEI, or New Endorian Intel office.

"Can you tell me what they are?" Vitus said, a wary look was upon his face.

"These planes look to be... MK2-OCF Chaplains. They can fight as anything from fighters to bombers. They carry a large load of explosives along with a MK3 Gatling Turret. Tell your men to watch out, they can cause some heavy damage." The other voice said.

Vitus looked out the window of the command bridge. The early night sky was alight with bright flashes. He could only do so much to help them.

Keith looked out of the cockpit of his jet, looking for some more fighters to tango with. His team of 24 had taken nearly no casualties, only the enemy. This was until he heard a distressed voice com through his COM link.

"Help! One of them took off the back of my engine, it's barely alive. I repeat, I need help!" that was all he heard until a loud explosion hit a plane next to him. Another man screamed for help before he was silenced. He heard over this one voice telling him something, he adjusted to hear what was being said.

"All aircraft personnel, return to the NEN Forethought, we are under direct attack!" That was all Keith needed to hear before he blasted off to the ship, with what remained of his 24 manned team.

The fight to keep the ship afloat was raging. Bombs hit al around the ship, sometimes on it. Most enemy planes hit the water around them. Men ran back and forth to help with the counter attack. At the moment, we focus on Nathen, a young man with two years of experience on the ocean. He sat at one of the AA turrets firing away at enemy planes. His eyes darted around to look for a target to knock out when he saw something fall out of the sky.

A small bomb hit the front of the ship, not enough to make it sink, but enough for it to take heavy damage. The ship took the hit like a champ, but a champ that would go down any minute. The AA-turrets returned fire, taking out more fighters. Then suddenly, a siren was heard and all enemy planes scattered, and didn't return.

Louis jumped down from his position after hearing a commanding officer called for him.

"Gunner, did you see anything?" The officer said.

This confused Louis, what was he supposed to see?

"No sir, I did not." He replied.

The officer left with a huff, this made Louis wonder, would anything be normal? He looked at the sky and saw the planes return.

Allen sunk into his chair. Things hadn't been going well for the New Endorian Navy as the ship Forethought was heavily bombed during a attack last night. With it damaged, it put a huge loss on the already small Navy. Along with it being far out and away from home waters, they would have to dock in Craith, the province of WSE that was to the far north. Though luckily it was summer. Allen looked ready to collapse until he heard someone enter his office.

"Lord Allen, I come to ask you something." The small person said.

Now this was a surprise, the head of the Navy, Admiral Faith Ford. She stood a average height of 5'4 ft and with brown eyes and black hair. She usually intimidated everyone, even though she was the youngest of them all, just at age 26.

She had always been locked up office trying to help the small Navy grow. So to see her here meant one of two thing,

A. she was trying to pass a new ship model

or B. She was trying to increase hands on deck.

"Alright Admiral Ford, tell me what you have now." Allen said with a tired smile.

"How about we bring back a old ship, the Freight Class." This shocked Allen, the smallest and oldest ship in the history of the Navy? Why?

"I know your thinking why and because of one thing, they're cheap." She said, smiling like she just pranked him.

Allen looked around and gave his answer.

"I'll give the green light, just no more that seven ships, I want a test run first too." Allen said.

"It will be done." Faith said, nearly jumping with joy.

Drew stood up furiously, why would someone attack his people, but also drop a class two nuclear weapon! His men discovered something else from the rubble too, a New Endorian Air Force bomber. This only had the initials but it was enough to give cold hard evidence to make n call to rock the world. He was scheduled for a speech about the attack outside of the Union Building in Northdell, the capital of Germia. The capital held 900,500 people, being the largest in the state. He looked outside of the stage and began to walk to the microphone. Finally he began.

"My fellow citizens, to day we sit in a day of horrible ruin. This day we saw the aftermath of the greatest killing of our people. These people just like you and me had peace In mind, and hoped for it the rest of there life. But after that one button was hit, we were scarred for our life. 500,000 people gone in a flash. It is because of this, I will make a formal delectation of war upon New Endoria for their horrible actions against our people. May they see our pain!"

With these words, a rumble filled the sky, their people would be able to rest in peace. But they would need some help from allies.

Throne Room

A man smiled insanely, oh how all would fall.

Thanks for reaching the end! I'll try to make a new chapter sooner. Also would you like to have a file on C.O.P.E.R.H.E. military?

Thanks,

Thelokimota.