[Down stream from Mountville 21:34]

Two weeks had passed since the kleve's operation, though some wouldn't considered it an op for the lack of success. The city of kleve of was still in creature's hands, and to top it off, they lost at least two planes, the B-25 and the P-40. The tanks made it back along with all 15 ships, 3 fletcher class destroyers, 2 Benson class destroyers, the HMS Hood cruiser, 2 USS Cleveland class cruiser, The Bismarck, the Yamoto, 2 Butler class destroyer escorts. During the maiden voyage to Mountville, they had some doctors come in to do the removal of the brain bomb procedure.

"that should be the last of them waking, the recovery will take a bit for some, but they can now all safely go to Mountville, speaking of which." Meme had stopped for a second.

"no detonations, no screams, no deaths. That is what I call timing. We just crossed the invisible radio line." With that, Meme went to schedule the departure trip back to planterville. Wolf sat there in the bridge of the Ark Royal. The buttons seem a bit about of his league when understanding it. But it still was mainly a World War Two aircraft carrier, besides the obvious use of nuclear power instead of diesel. He keep going back to the moment Dave shot the creature in the head, the look as if he had some degree of forgiveness on his mind when it came to carl's death.

"So, you have been sitting here for about an hour. I know we don't really have a swimming pool, but most of you are tending to your machines." This came from a machinist who, wolf had made acquaintance with, was named kirk.

"The machine I supposedly command now wasn't even my own nation's. A thing of beauty, I can't understand. The AT 2 is an incredible tank destroyer. With the derp gun, it can hurt almost anything. The issue is that I am not an original crew member. My M7 Priest is still out there, just sitting in the map of Himmel." Wolf stated. He shuffled his arms into a crossed position. Kirk sat down on the bench with wolf.

"what is your real name?" kirk asked, he merely asked to kind of change the subject.

"Mac, it was the only thing I knew until I was nicknamed wolf by my commander. We had driven so many battles, the reason they called me it was because I would always know when to pounce when it came to driving. Once, they told me to drive forward, but I waited until a Toaster come around and they fired, we survived the blast by them missing us. They must have thought we would try and run. A fine piece that M7 Priest. Did you know it could 37mm to the angled armor towards the gun?" wolf stated, his mind more on how his M7 Priest was a thing of beauty.

"Hey, were you the speech person?" Kirk asked, the thought bugged him for too long.

"Yeah, why?" the question wasn't new, honestly he was asked this left and right by about every sailor.

"Why was Carl so against ranks, I mean I know we really haven't earned them, but really. What is wrong about our ranks?" The words from Kirk seemed naïve, but then wolf remembered that they had been fighting another full aircraft carrier. They, besides memories, hadn't fought a blue creature.

"I believe Carl made is judgement on this. We have been fighting to clear the world of two enemies. The creatures that were normal civilians, and the Big world's mercs. If we were creatures, we are creatures. If we were part of big world's mercs, we would be unfeeling soldiers, just stringing along for a supposed paycheck. They have killed people who have been surviving outside the walls of the maps. We are not creatures, but we are willing to lend a hand. With that, we can extend our umbrella to reach farther. Which is why we need to get kleve's reclaimed." The last thing got wolf raring to get in contact with the rest of the groups. He walked over to the helm and asked if he could go to the comms station.

[22:00]

At the comms station, the head operator was still on duty.

"What are you doing here at the dead of night?" she asked, she lifted her cap from her face due to her wanting to sleep.

"I need to get in contact with heads of the groups." Wolf states, the operator just points toward the radio mic.

Wolf walks over to the station, even in the dead of night, the panel was ablaze with lights indicating this and that. He sits dow to start his night time fireside chat.

"Check check, come in tank groups, ships, and squadrons." The radio comes to life with names.

"Warrior here, surveyor here, conveyor here, Hamburg's hammers here, slow but treadly here, pertton's warwagon here, hell's little helpers here, destroyer taskforce here, cruiser taskforce here, battleship taskforce here, destroyer escorts taskforce here, rest of carrier taskforce here." The amount of allies only hit wolf now, just to think that five months and a week or two, they were still in himmelstorf, fighting a 15 v 15 match.

"Ok, I am going to say this now, anyone else listening whether it you bastards at big world, or those few stragglers still on this continent, we are planning a offensive on kleve's, big world, if you dare show your face, I'll will personally load the shell that is targeted at your ass. Anyway, stragglers, you want to join a non-merc group, get your asses to the town of Craver's in a week. If planes, get your bodies to planterville. Ships, get within range of kleve's. Lastly, any mercs who think we will draw these civilians to these areas for their pleasure, just wait until I got a massive 18.1 inch salvo coming your way, or better yet, rounds from 7.77mm to 75mm coming from the air. You may think you own this continent. But wait for your radios to go silent, then you will realize how much power you have, big world. Fletcher class destroyers, you are to stay and escort the carriers. Hood and Bismarck, stay off coast of kleve's after we reach Mountville. Cleveland and Baltimore, you are to sail up and down the coast to provide close arty support for surveyor and conveyor as they patrol the path to craver's. Butler and benson classes, you will help with supply chain for ships with Yamoto as escort as otherwise storage vessel. Warrior will protect planterville with Nate and danse's group as defenders. All tank groups. Pack your bags because as soon as we dock we will be trekking to craver's to begin the offensive. I am tired, to everyone that listened, good night and big balls."