Alpha and Omega

Chapter 1

Disclaimer, I do not own Azur Lane, its characters or any affiliated material. They are owned by their respective owners.

"Since when did death become a luxury? Since when did living become a curse?", a man muttered under his breath. A few soldiers looked at him quizzically, wondering what he was talking about.

"Ever since that second wave started" Another man replied.

The first guy looked over to his right and looked at his second in command. He was a tall, well built, young man with black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing specialized gear and equipment.

"Sergeant Alex, what can I do for you?"

"What I can't ask how my commanding officer is Lieutenant Winter?" Alex asked.

"Hmmpf." Winter grunted.

"General Mayfield has asked for you in the HQ." Alex continued.

"Now what's he want?"

"No idea, he didn't say."

Winter disengaged from his current position and followed Alex back to the HQ.

A few soldiers on guard duty moved out of the way quickly, not wanting to get in the way of the two of them.

Winter entered the HQ to find the other 2 members of his fireteam standing there waiting for him.

"Attention, Lieutenant on deck!" They both shouted and saluted.

"At ease."

"General Mayfield is on hold sir."

"Patch him through."

"General." Winter acknowledged.

"Lieutenant Winter, its good to see y-" General Mayfield began to say.

"Just cut to the chase General, what do you want Fireteam Praetor to do?" Winter interrupted.

General Mayfield scowled "Just as rude as ever I see."

"General we have been under constant bombardment for over three weeks now, this is the first day in two months that it hasn't been raining, not to mention that we are always having to be on Red Alert at all times due to the chance that we could get attacked with no warning. Did I miss anything?"

"Not to mention that you are the highest ranking officer on the base." Sarah interjected.

Sarah was a young woman with bright apple red hair and forest green eyes. She was the team's medic, tech expert, mechanic, and driver. She was wearing a standard ballistic vest and helmet, with her custom rifle casually slung over her shoulder.

Winter nodded at her remark. "Yeah, and as of a week ago I became the superior officer, due to the fact the commander in charge of this facility was killed by an artillery strike."

"Wait, commander Ajax is dead? Why did no one inform me of this!?" Mayfield exclaimed.

"We did inform you sir, but you dismissed my recommendation to send a replacement officer."

Before anyone could say anything else, a soldier ran into the room yelling "LT we are under attack what are your orders?"

"General, I'm going to have to call you back."

"Understood, call me when you repel the attack."

"Private, which side are we getting attacked on?"

"Northern forward defensive line is reporting contact with the enemy, but the east and west flanks are beginning to see additional movement along the treeline, they believe that they will be under fire soon."

"South flank?"

"Appears to be all clear, for now."

"Hmm, I want you to grab two squads and reinforce the southern flank, we don't want to get trapped on this plateau."

"Sir?"

"I gave you an order private, NOW MOVE!"

"Y-yes s-sir." he responded shakily.

The private ran off in the direction of the barracks.

"You shouldn't scare your men like that LT," Sarah scolded him. "It's bad for morale."

"Not listening to orders is worse."

Sarah opened her mouth to speak but before she could, a whistling noise could be heard overhead.

"INCOMING!" KABOOM an artillery round hit about 20 feet away sending mud, small rocks, and a few soldiers flying.

"Spread out, TAKE COVER!" Winter yelled as more shells began to rain all over the base.

"Get into the shelters! MOVE!"

The artillery continued for a few more minutes, raining death and destruction on anyone that was not able to get to cover in time.
A voice blared from the radio. "HOSTILE CONTACTS FRONT!" Followed by the sounds of machinegun fire and the distinct high pitched whine of plasma bolts flying over head.

"This is Sergeant York, on the eastern flank, we are under heavy fire. Require assistance!"

"This is Corporal Ellis, on the western flank, we are getting our asses kicked, we need backup now!"

Winter immediately got onto his com link and started barking orders. "Squads Alpha, Beta and Charlie, reinforce the eastern flank! Heavy weapons teams Blank and Frost, get over to the west flank NOW!"

"Any fireteams available to reinforce us?"

"This is Fireteam Velites, we are standing by and awaiting commands, Winter."

"Then go to the southern entrance and secure it, we need to secure our only way out of here."

"Understood."

"Fireteam Praetor, on me."

"Right away sir."

"Copy that sir."

"Da komandir."

"All squads not currently in combat, be ready to move on my orders."

Winter led his team to the northern defensive line where the fighting was heaviest.

Just before they arrived, Winter did a quick survey of the area. "Hmm, this doesn't look good."

"Sarah, go see what's happening with the medical situation. Alex, Boris, take out any priority targets that come into range."

"Copy that."

"Let's shove these alien scum off of this plateau."

Winter ran up to the defensive wall followed by Alex and Boris.

Boris was older and shorter than the others. He was former Spetznaz, sort of a jack of all trades, but expert at them all.

"They have brawlers leading the charge followed by troopers." A plasma bolt flew over Winters head.

"And they also have infiltrators, further down into the tree line, acting as snipers so keep your heads down." As he said that a soldier got his head blown off by a sniper's plasma blast.

Brawlers as far as we know are drones equipped with mounted shields, and use close quarters weapons like swords to cut down their enemy. While not very bright they can take quite a beating, and if they get within melee range, you're as good as dead. It also doesn't help that they come in swarms.

Troopers are your standard infantry, using advanced plasma rifles, wearing light weight but durable armour, and are the mainline infantry of the Siren ground forces. They appear to have a hive-mind like intelligence, but are also capable of acting independently, something which has caught too many people off guard.

Infiltrators, are special forces for the Sirens. They seem to have reduced pain sensors, along with better reflexes then the troopers, and are experts in hand-to-hand combat as well as excellent snipers. They are a dangerous enemy.

"Hold the line! Brawlers are tough, but sustained fire can kill them. Use the 20mm cannons on those brawlers. Focus the 50cals on a single target. Mortar teams, target the larger groups of troopers. We have to thin them out as much as possible before they get to the walls."

Another soldier got killed by a sniper. "Crap! Alex, Boris, try to take out their snipers. They are targeting our gunners."

Winter heard random battle communications from the soldiers around him.

"Brawler left side, 20 meters!"

"Adjust mortar 2 degrees left, 12.5 degrees up, and FIRE!"

"MEDIC!"

"They have almost broken through!"

Even with the combined firepower, and the added precision of fireteam Praetor.

There were just so many of them!

"Get ready for close quarters combat!"

The first brawlers broke through our defences and began to slaughter the soldiers.

Winter saw one making a swing for him out of the corner of his eye and managed to dodge the blade that was trying to take his head off. He drew his combat knife, grabbed the arm that held the weapon and proceeded to take the arm right off the brawler and then used that to stab another brawler to his left, before finishing off the injured one.

All around him was chaos. Brawlers were ripping through their defences easily. Only his team was holding their own in melee combat.

He continued to stab, slash, and kill any brawler that got too close, and eventually the numbers began to thin down.

Just as he was about to order them to get back into their positions a trooper charged at him with what appeared to be a bayonet on its rifle. He dodged the clumsy attack and slit the trooper's throat. Now dozens of troopers began to charge through the hole in the defences and began to over run their position.

"Fall back." Winter ordered.

"Provide covering fire, and get the wounded out."

"Sir what about you?"

"I'll help cover your retreat."

Winter grabbed a dismembered brawler arm which still held a blade and used the arm as a handle as he charged into ranks of troopers, slaughtering everything in his path.

He sensed his team getting into cover and providing fire support.

He proceeded to avoid being hit, dodging plasma bolts, and using enemies as shields. He started to smile. Now this was more like it! A chance to finally go all out.

A chance to do what he was trained for, to kill, and leave nothing standing in his way.

The sounds of trooper's screams of pain and terror filled the air for miles as this soldier waded into the battle slaughtering as he went.

No matter how many men they threw at him, he would just smile as he tore them apart, one by one.

At some point Winter lost his knife and brawler weapon and was killing them with has bare hands.

Fear began to creep into the minds of the enemy as they saw him doing what no human was supposed to be able to do.

Some infiltrators tried to engage him in combat, but they met the same fate, a swift death alongside their fallen comrades.

Their numbers began to thin, and their courage along with it.

Winter pushed them towards the hole in the wall. Leaving a wake of blood and bodies.

He was Death, the destroyer of worlds.

His team had managed to rally the survivors and joined him on securing the wall.

The enemy pulled back, but took even more casualties in the retreat, as the remaining soldiers rallied at the wall.

In the immediate post battle calm, soldiers stared at Winter, covered in blood and gore, with both awe and fear. He smiled at the soldiers and they shuddered. They were glad that he was on their side!

A few of the soldiers said thank you.

"No problem. Just doing my job."

He gathered his team, and said "Alright, we should call Mayfield back.", and led them back to the HQ.

When Winter arrived back at base, he noticed that some of the soldiers were looking at him strangely.

He walked back up to the console in the CIC and called the general.

"Ah Winter, I wa- What the hell happened to you?"

"What do you mean sir?"

"What happened that you are covered in blood? Did you get hit?"

"I am?" Winter then proceeded to look at his uniform and realized that indeed he did have a lot of blood on him. "No, not hit. It's just enemy blood. As far as I can tell." "But, this might explain the strange looks from the soldiers."

His team looked at him like he was an idiot. "What?! I was a little busy, trying not to get killed!", he snarked. Praetor just ignored him.

"Any ways General, what do you need Fireteam Praetor to do?" Winter asked.

"I need you and your team to investigate a certain special weapons program located on an island in the South Pacific."

"What's the name of the project sir?"

"The program is called Azur Lane."

AN. So this is a new project of mine that I decided to write on a whim.

Its to give me a break from my other fic, which is still being worked on.

I am not as familiar with this universes lore as others, so forgive me if I make mistakes on how characters behave, and look. As well as overall knowledge on how everything works.

If anyone would like to help with that please DM me.