As a Light Carrier, it wasn't uncommon to be assigned to Convoy Escort duties. What was uncommon was having Battleships assigned to convoy escort, which made it twice as unusual to Centaur to have not one but two South Dakota Class Battleships steaming with her Convoy, one to either side of the center. Standing upon the bridge of her Hull, HMS Centaur's gaze was pulled away from the enigmatic Battleships towards the Convoy Flagship, which was flashing a signal light her way.

REPORTING RADIO INTERCEPT. MILITARY CALL FOR AID. EAGLE UNION SPECIAL FORCES. LOCATION: CAPE VERDE, 145NMI SE.

Cape Verde was a small island chain off the west coast of Africa, one that had in the beginning stages of the Siren War held much strategic value in the South Atlantic. Despite Azur Lane's best efforts, it had fallen to Siren advances within weeks. It was well within range of the two Wessex helicopters she had aboard, but they were unarmed and would likely be destroyed before they could land. Not to mention, it would take hours for even the fastest Convoy Escorts to get there.

That said, she found herself unsurprised when within moments of the report, South Dakota herself stepped onto her Flight Deck. Centaur leapt down to meet her, and sighed at the other Kansen's posture. Her mind was set, and there was little she would be able to say to convince her otherwise. The Unstoppable Shield of the Union glanced towards one of the Wessex's, and Centaur rolled her eyes, sending the mental signal for the helicopter to begin spooling. "Save them, and return safely."

"Monsoor, this is 3-1! We have two men down, requesting CASEVAC! We need support or we're done for!" Shouted Captain Jack 'Ready' Artes into his radio. A stream of energy discharges stitched a line through a concrete wall to his left, making the old structure they were taking cover in shudder.

"Negative, 3-1. Naval Elements have moved to intercept, we're repositioning. Recommend you go dark and do what you can." came the damning reply, and the Navy SEAL cursed. Before he could turn off the radio, however, a new voice made itself known. "3-1. Hold Position, ETA three minutes."

Now Artes wasn't one to question whoever was insane enough to dive into this mess, but he had to at least identify them in case it was simply Sirens breaking into their comms. "Not that I don't appreciate the backup, but who the hell is this?"

"K-SD-1."" Was the simple reply. It was a reply that made him suck in a shocked breath and left him almost excited. That type of Identification was one only used by one military group. "Holy shit..." He whispered to himself.

"Siren IFV! Three O'Clock!" Came the call from a SEAL to his left, one met with curses and groans. Strangely though, as he peaked out to verify its position, he noted the autocannon mounted atop it was swiveling upwards and away. At the same time, he just barely caught the sound of rotors over the gunfire. The IFV opened fire as a bright yellow helicopter roared overhead, striking the human vehicle's tail with an accurate burst of fire.

That, however, did nothing to stop the helicopter's sole passenger from retaliating in kind. There was a deafening crack and the IFV simply...crumpled. The impact of a Sixteen Inch artillery shell contained enough kinetic force to crush the vehicle like a tin can, which brought scattered cheers from his men. As the vehicle's power core detonated, a single woman landed between their refuge and the simple but numerous Siren Infantry Systems. Long black hair trailed down her back, and a complex rigging system flexed as she stood up, three artillery mounts pivoting to face the enemy, even as she raised a tower shield on her left arm to cover her torso. Her presence was unmistakable, and Artes grinned despite himself. "Don't just stand there, lads! Give the lady some fire support!"

Written 03/15/22