Pentagon, Washington D.C.

John Keller was feeling a mixture of emotions right now as he marched forth towards an emergency meeting with the Joint Chiefs. Anger that whoever had attempted to hack the U.S. Defense network did so again, but aboard Air Force One. Despite the CIA and Secret Service combing through the aircraft several times over, there was no sign of who was responsible. Confusion as to how said infiltrator managed to pull off such a feat so cleanly, while the Secret Service had lost 2 officers in that time, and with weapons that baffled forensic experts. Fear, wondering who could be capable of such a thing in this day and age, and what they would attempt next. Fortunately, The President and the members of his cabinet onboard were not harmed, but that worried him even more. By hacking the aircraft's POTUS Mainframe terminal, they had demonstrated that they could have done far more damage than they did. They clearly focused on documents held by the U.S., but that left more unanswered questions.

As he marched forward, he entered a hall with his security clearance and continued onward. Eventually he caught up with the General that ordered the server hardlines cut.

"Whoever did this finally managed to infiltrate our defense network," The Security General explained. "Which is what they tried to do in Qatar, only this time it worked."

"What'd they get?" Keller asked as the two and several others marched forth. Unbeknownst to them all, a blonde analyst was tailing them, hoping to give her two cents on the matter.

"We still don't know." The Security General answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Talk to me about the virus," The Secretary inquired, knowing that the stolen data could wait while more pressing matters were at hand.

"It's a spider-bot virus," The Security General explained as he swiftly placed his thumb on a scanner, opening a glass door to the meeting room they were in, to which Maggie silently slipped in. "We're not sure what it's gonna do, but it may cripple the system."

"Can we stop it?"

"Every time we try an antivirus, it adapts and speeds up. It's like it's not a virus anymore, it's become the system," The Security General explained, the confusion leaking out in his voice at the situation.

"Obviously the first phase of a major attack against the U.S." Another General elaborated, adorned in more boots-on-the-ground military garb. "They only countries of this capability are Russia, China, maybe North Korea."

"I-I'm sorry, that's not correct," Maggie interjected, finally making her presence known.

"Excuse me, young lady," The Second General said, clearly displeased to have an uninvited person to this important meeting as another officer slowly tried to usher her out. "I didn't see you standing there. You would be who?"

"I'm just the analyst who detected the hack," Maggie answered as the officer next to her tried to usher her out.

"Hold on," Secretary Keller spoke up, stopping everyone in their tracks. "It was you? You did it?"

"Her team," The Security General elaborated.

"Sir, I was just trying to say, they hacked your firewall in 10 seconds," Maggie elaborated. "Even a supercomputer with a brute force attack would take 20 years to do that."

"Maybe you can explain then how our latest satellite imagery shows North Korea doubling its naval activity," The other General countered.

"Maybe, it's a precaution, because isn't that what we're doing?" Maggie retorted back "The Signal pattern is learning. It's evolving on its own and you need to move past fourier transfers and start considering quantum mechanics."

"There is nothing on Earth that complex," The Security General retorted.

"Well, not to sound like a conspiracy nut, but what about beyond Earth?" Maggie suggested. "Maybe a type of organism akin to a DNA-based computer-"

"That's enough," Keller interrupted. "Now, we have 6 floors of analysts working on this thing. Now if you have proof to back up your theory, I'll be happy to listen to you. But unless you put a filter on that brain mouth thing, you're gonna be off the team. Understand?"

Maggie said nothing, but silently nodded before making her way out of the meeting room. It would make sense that Secretary Keller would need proof for her theories, and in a situation like this, proof and leads are far more useful than mere conjecture. It was just a matter of finding it now.


USS Montana, Pacific Ocean

Lieutenant Noah Diaz sat in the brig bored out of his mind. With his most recent trouble after Captain Spike Witwicky had discovered he had refitted the primary batteries with an automated reload system, he was summarily sent to the brig for his transgressions after Professor Issac Sumdac of Sumdac Systems had found out about his illicit purchases. On one hand, he understood the purpose of the Chain of Command, as well as the policy Sumdac himself had instilled for his products. On the other hand, the reload mechanisms for the main batteries were dated and full of hazards. Too many moving parts for one to lose a finger or even a limb, not to mention the explosive packages behind the shells that have to be handled for them to fire. It was one of a few reasons depth charges as an anti-submarine weapon were eventually phased out, especially when torpedoes grew more and more advanced. Diaz could picture situations where the main guns would still be a viable asset in today's theaters of war, but he did not want the risks that had been prevalent for the past 60 or so years since the ship was built.

"So, this is the brig?"

Noah was snapped from his musings when he heard a new voice echo through the brig. To his surprise, it was not a female officer, but a small girl, probably 9 years of age with dark skin and surprisingly red hair that Diaz could only assume was bleached and dyed, but would not bother asking about.

"And you must be the guy who ticked off my dad," The girl added as she gave Diaz a smile that was equal parts warm and mischievous. "So, what'd you do?"

"Uh, Who are you?" Noah asked from behind the bars of his cell.

"I'm Sari," The girl answered.

"Ah, Don't be," Diaz waved off, mistaking what she had said. "In hindsight I genuinely screwed up to be here."

"Wha-No, I meant my name is Sari. S-A-R-I," Sari explained. "Sari Sumdac."

"Sumdac?" Diaz echoed, now a bit confused. Not only did this girl mysteriously appear on this ship, but apparently she was Issac Sumdac's daughter? At least, that was his guess. He could never be sure with family trees being what they are. "Does your dad know you're here?"

"Nope,~" Sari answered in a matter-of-fact tone that prompted Noah to palm his face and sigh.

"Y'know, it's not smart to stow away on a ship of the U.S. Navy," Noah tried to explain. "There's 1,500 people onboard and the odds of you getting spotted are practically guaranteed."

"Yeah yeah," Sari waved off. "I've snuck around my dad's factory and offices all the time and haven't got caught yet. But you still didn't answer my question. What'd you do?"

"Welp, can't get into further trouble than I am now, can I?" Diaz sighed to himself. "Alright, here's what I did. I ordered some Sumdac servo arms and conveyors to try and refit the reloading system for the primary gun batteries on this ship."

"Oh," Sari drawled out, now understanding how he got into trouble. She was no stranger to her father's policies. "Well why'd you go for Sumdac equipment?"

"Because I've worked with other brands alongside Sumdac during my downtime, and as far as reliability, your dad's work takes the whole cake," Noah explained. "Sure, I paid out of my own pocket, but that doesn't change the fact that I went behind the captain's back on this."

"Ooh, yeah, that'll land you in trouble for sure," Sari winced, remembering an aspiring engineer who went mad with power one time, but fortunately was swiftly detained and locked up. "But what about when folks need to work on the machines? Did you factor that in?"

"I did, actually," Diaz explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "I set up instruction labels for how to operate the motors after they were set up, and even drafted some emergency instructions in case of an equipment malfunction. … What do you know about safety regulations?"

"Well, I grew up around this sort of stuff, so it kinda came naturally to me," Sari answered with a shrug.

Before either side could speak again, a bright blue wall of light phased through the room. It passed harmlessly over the two individuals in the brig, but moved down the length of the ship until it was out of sight.

"Uh, does that normally happen on battleships?" Sari asked, weirded out by the strange blue light that swept through the room.

"I've served on this crate for 3 years, and that's never happened," Diaz answered, just as confused as his visitor.

Minutes passed before the ships alarms began screaming before the hailing horn sounded and the voice of Captain Spike Witwicky echoed throughout the halls of the ship.

"All hands to Battle stations! Set Condition 1 throughout the ship! This is not a drill! Repeat: All hands to Battle stations! Set Condition 1 throughout the ship! This is not a drill!"

"Oh that can't be good…" Diaz muttered, now wishing that he was anywhere but the brig right now.


"Almost… There!"

Professor Issac Sumdac breathed a sigh of relief as he wiped some sweat from his brow. He had restored the 1st and 2nd aft turrets to their original function and disconnected all of the equipment wired up to the forward batteries. Once he had made sure that all the old connections were solid and functional, he closed the maintenance panel before some boot steps echoed down the hall.

"So how goes progress, professor?" Captain Spike Witwicky asked as he saw the man in question stand up.

"Quite smoothly, I must say," Issac answered as he took his water bottle and downed its contents. "The rear batteries are back to normal. Now all that remains are the ones located at the front."

"Honestly this is quicker than I expected, Professor," Captain Witwicky applauded, pleased to see this problem being undone so quickly.

"Yes, well, your engineers have certainly helped," Issac elaborated. "And despite his transgressions, Lieutenant Noah Diaz did an impressive job setting up this equipment."

"How so?" Spike asked, tilting his head a bit.

"The cable management was clean and immaculate, as was the programming for the motors themselves," Professor Sumdac explained. "The boy even went so far as to create instructions for general use and emergencies. If the circumstances were different, I would certainly look into hiring him."

"Diaz does have a knack for electronics, I'll give him that," Spike agreed. "I also think his heart's in the right place, but like I mentioned before, his execution leaves a bit to be desired. Anyways, I think you could use a little fresh air, Professor."

"Oh, but I still have to restore the stern batteries," Issac refused as his workaholic tendencies began to creep up and get the better of him.

"Professor Sumdac, we're not even a third the way to the staging area I was assigned to, and I can tell you're tired," Spike countered. "I get being a workaholic as much as the next guy, but it's also wise to take care of one's self once in a while. And I can tell by how you're wobbling that seasickness is starting to take effect."

Issac merely sighed before chuckling to himself. "You're right," he nodded. "Sometimes my daughter has to help me help myself as well whenever I get carried away. And I suppose I could use the fresh air."

The Professor packed away his tools and the two made a leisurely stroll to the top deck. The Captain occasionally passed a crewman who once saw him stood at attention before Spike casually dismissed them. Eventually they climbed up the tower to the bridge and took in the view. A quick scan of the horizon would show that the ship was not alone out in the open water. To the left, the much younger ship, the USS Porter - An Alreigh Burke-class Destroyer could be seen cruising alongside the Montana, and to the right was the middle child, the USS Bunker Hill, a Ticonderoga-class missile cruiser that matched the speed of the eldest ship in the area.

"I assume those are ships that are meeting up with your battle group?" Professor Sumdac asked as he recognized the flags on the ships in question.

"They are," Spike answered with a nod. "It's not unheard of for ships meeting up to run into one another on the way. Lieutenant Yeager already hailed them and got responses, so it's all kosher at the moment."

Right as he said that, a bright blue wall of light emerged from the ocean in front of them and slowly passed over the ship. Before it reached the bridge, Spike braced himself, only to feel nothing as the light phased through him and continued behind. Issac, meanwhile, stood bewildered at what had just happened. Spike was just as bewildered, but was better at hiding it.

"Captain, do you know what that was?" Issac inquired, the trepidation clear in his voice.

"I'm not entirely sure," Spike answered honestly. "I think it would be best if-"

Spike did not finish his sentence as out of the corner of his eye, the USS Porter was suddenly tackled by what looked like a giant great white shark, only it was made of metal that had an iridescent blue hue on its back and joints that looked as if they were made of brass, and blood red glowing eyes. The beast tackled the ship, causing a massive explosion as it crushed several sections underneath its weight before sliding back into the ocean.

"Dear god…" Spike muttered under his breath before reaching for the alarm button and slamming it with his fist. As the sirens blared he quickly grabbed the ship's intercom and switched it on. "All hands to Battle stations! Set Condition 1 throughout the ship! This is not a drill! Repeat: All hands to Battle stations! Set Condition 1 throughout the ship! This is not a drill!"

"O-Oh dear…!" Issac stuttered with fear as he had witnessed the top half of the USS Porter be crushed by an aquatic metal monster.

"Professor, get down to the CIC immediately!" Spike ordered the engineer. Not needing to be told twice, he immediately raced towards the internal command center of the ship. Once he was gone, Spike turned to his XO. "Lieutenant Yeager, Get Lieutenant Diaz out of the brig! I want all available hands ready!"

"Yes sir!" Lieutenant Yeager nodded as he rushed down to the ship's brig to fetch the insubordinate colleague.

"Radar, get a bead on the bogeys and coordinate with our missile systems!" Spike ordered.

"Sir, we're getting interference!" The sailor at the radar console announced. "Whatever those things are, they're jamming our radars! Our missiles will be blind!"

Spike looked over at the screen for the radar, and indeed, there was a great deal of unexpected interference as the beam passed over the grid. "Damnit. Alright, fine." Spike cursed with a sigh. "Switch over to Sonar and coordinate fire control with the secondary batteries and the Phalanx cannons! Whatever these things are, if they're scrambling EM signatures, then let's play things by ear."

"Understood, sir!" The officer nodded as he began awakening the ship's sonar.

"Comms, try getting in contact with the Porter!" Spike ordered the communications officer, who had been furiously tapping away at a morse code terminal while also dialing a short-wave radio on the side.

"Trying, sir!" The communications offer replied. "Their comms are either down, or worse, they're a dead stick at this point!"

"Alright get me tabs with the Bunker Hill then!" Spike ordered, redirecting the Comm Officer's efforts. Instantly, a channel was opened.

"Montana, this is Commander Stone Hopper of the USS Bunker Hill," The Captain of the ship in question called out over the radio. "What the Hell just slammed into the Porter?!"

"This is Captain Spike Witwicky of the USS Montana," Spike responded back in acknowledgement. Before he could give an answer, he noticed four distinct ripples in the water on a direct course with the Porter. "I don't know what hit the Porter, but be advised, they have what looks like 4 torpedoes on an intercept course with them!"

"Acknowledged, Montana!" Commander Hopper responded

"Fire Control, this is Captain Witwicky. Aim the Phalanx Cannons at those torpedoes, but do NOT hit the Porter under any-" Spike could not finish his order as the entire ship gave a lurch. Something had hit their hull underneath. "Oh for the love of… Nav! Take the helm! I'm heading to the CIC!"

"Aye sir!" The navigator nodded as he took the wheel. He then saw the torpedoes slowly reach the Porter before they vanished. "Sir, the torpedoes vanished!"

"What?" was all Spike could say as he took a pair of binoculars to see where the torpedoes approaching the crippled ship were headed. A few seconds had passed before four metal monstrosities that looked like a cross between a shark and deep sea angler fish leapt onto the hull of the ship and began tearing everything within reach asunder. Within minutes, the Porter began to sink, and the monsters dove back into the water. The previous comparison should add Piranha to the equation after what he had witnessed, and Spike had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that his ship was next. Quickly he grabbed the intercom once more. "All hands standby to repel boarders! Heavy ordinance authorized!"

"Heavy ordinance?!" The navigational officer echoed in shock.

"Yes, heavy ordinance!" Spike reiterated. "If those things can chew through ships, I want them gone before they chew through this one!"

With that, Spike swiftly raced down to the CIC to coordinate with the Bunker Hill as well as assess the damage that had caused the ship to lurch earlier.


"So… the ship's in trouble right now?" Sari asked with a shrug.

"That's one way to put it," Diaz answered, now on edge along with the rest of the ship. Unfortunately he could not do anything while sitting where he was.

"Diaz!"

'Oh great. More good news,' The Lieutenant thought as he recognized the voice of Executive Officer Kade Yeager. Soon the man in question entered and saw Noah right where he should be, in addition to the young intruder.

"Who are you?" The XO inquired, seeing Sari look between Yeager and Diaz with an expression that said 'Whoopsies.'

"Professor Sumdac's daughter," Noah answered. "Don't ask me how she snuck aboard, but what's going on?"

"Captain's issued general quarters," Kade answered as he went to unlock the cell holding Noah. "That includes you. Report to the CIC at once."

"And what about Sari here?" Diaz questioned, gesturing a hand over to the red-headed girl in question.

"She's coming with us," Lieutenant Yeager answered.

"Well, you heard the man," Diaz said as he knelt down. "Climb up and hold tight."

"Alright," Sari nodded as she climbed onto Noah's back and held on.

Immediately the two sailors raced down the bulkhead corridors of the ship in an effort to reach the Command Information Center of the ship. They were about half-way there when a massive blade cut through the hull of the ship, capped off with what looked like a blood red light on the end. Sari screamed as the navy men ducked to avoid losing their heads. Once the blade retracted, a rush of water came through the massive gouge in the wall.

"Diaz! Seal off the bulkhead doors!" Yeager ordered as he closed off a hatch that led to the bow and locked it in place.

"On it!" Noah nodded as he swiftly rushed back to the bulkhead door he had last crossed through and locked it down. "One door left! C'mon!"

Before Kade could respond, A monstrous metal shark, more akin to a torpedo, tore through the opening in the hull and faster than anyone could register, bit down on Kade and dragged him into the abyss. Sari was fortunate enough to not see what had happened, but Noah was not so lucky. He quickly shook the stupor off and carried Sari through the bulkhead door before sealing the compartment behind him.

"Where's the other guy?" Sari asked, not seeing the man in question follow. "What happened?"

"I honestly don't know, Sari," Noah answered, the sorrow of a lost colleague hitting him. Sure the XO was a pain in the ass, but he was a good man and did not deserve that fate.

"Is he… gone…?" Sari asked, the dread welling up in her stomach.

"Listen to me, Sari," Noah began as he grabbed the girl's shoulder. "When someone joins the military, they know the risks. Lieutenant Yeager knew, and I know. But right now, I need to get you to safety and back to your dad."

"My dad!" Sari gasped, now wondering where her father might be during this crisis.

"Easy," Noah placated the young girl. "The Captain probably told him to head to the CIC where it's safest on the ship. That's where we're heading right now. Now come on!"

The trek took only a few minutes, but eventually, the two finally reached the CIC, where both Spike and Professor Sumdac awaited them.

"Where's Yeager?" Spike asked Noah as Sari rushed over to her father.

"Gone, sir," Diaz answered solemnly. "We were on our way here when this… giant blade thing gouged through the hull. We closed off the bulkheads, but then this torpedo-looking shark tore through the damage and…"

"I see," Spike sighed as he placed a hand on Noah's shoulder. "Listen. I need you to coordinate fire control with the main batteries. The aft guns are clear to use."

"Understood, sir," Noah saluted before heading over to the fire control station of the CIC. He swiftly brought down a periscope that gave him a clear view of everything around the ship. He saw the bubbling wreckage of the USS Porter go down, and eventually saw the Bunker Hill struggling to fend off the same monsters that tore the smaller destroyer apart. Turning his attention left, he saw a trio of very massive metal dorsal fins on an approach vector, and immediately recognized that as bad news. "Turrets 3 and 4, train to heading 310, pitch all batteries down to -5 degrees."

A low hum rumbled through the ship as the front gun batteries trained to position.

"Batteries in position," The gunner reported from his console.

"Open fire!"

A salvo of raw explosive power vibrated throughout the entire ship as 6 armor-penetrating shells whistled across the air. The 3 Sharkticons took notice of this and with a nimble grace that betrayed their size, they veered away from the oncoming projectiles, causing them to harmlessly splash into the water.

"Negative hit," The Gunner sighed as the batteries missed. "Ordering a reload now."

Right as the gunner said that, the great white Sharkticon leapt out of the water, and as it soared, it broke apart and rearranged itself, effectively transforming into a humanoid shape with teeth just as sharp as the beast it was replicating, and a helm reminiscent of a dorsal fin. One eye was a glowing red sphere, while the other was a compound lens. The monster landed upon the deck of the Montand and deployed a large claw-like gun from its left hand before opening fire. Several white-hot blasts of plasma racked the ship's deck and hull before Spike came to his senses.

"Dear God! All secondary batteries, target the bogey and open fire!" Spike ordered, as the secondary batteries along the port side of the ship as well as some of the starboard aimed at the monster and opened fire. The Sharkticon took a couple of hits before jumping off the ship and transforming back into its monstrous form. "And stay off my ship, you bastard!"

"We're not out of the woods yet, Captain!" Diaz called back as he saw the Bunker Hill assailed by the other 2 giant sharks, one using its hammerhead to cut ribbons through its hull, the other using the torpedo-like design common among mako sharks to pierce through several sections before the ship began to sink. Diaz turned the periscope only to be greeted with the awaiting maw of the lesser Sharkticons. "WHOA!"

"All Phalanx guns target those piranha things, now!" Spike ordered, hating to have to resort to such unprofessional terms to describe the targets, but what other option did he have at the moment? Fortunately the placement of the anti-air gatling cannons made quick work of the offending beasts, some shooting through their cataract-like eyes, blinding them, forcing them to jump into the water and flee.

"Sir, that hammerhead and mako, I can't pin them down," Noah called out. "Not without the forward guns."

"Professor, did you begin any work on Turrets 1 and 2?" Spike asked the man.

"Not yet, Captain, but-"

"I know, your policy forbids your equipment from being used for warfare," Spike reiterated. "But right now, we're dealing with weaponry we've never seen before, and I'm trying to keep this ship floating along with everyone on it. That includes your daughter."

That last sentence struck a chord with Issac. As much as he did not want his equipment used for war, the thought of losing his daughter terrified him even more. With a heavy sigh, he merely nodded. "Do what you must."

"Understood," Spike nodded before turning to Diaz. "If your refit blows up in our faces, it's on you. Got it?"

"Got it," Noah nodded. "You can save it for the court marshaling after this is over."

Looking through the periscope again, Noah spotted the same dorsal fins again, using the same approach vector as before. Now that he had the forward batteries at his disposal, he had a better shot, and also came up with an idea.

"Turret 1, train to heading 305. Turret 2, heading 315," Noah ordered, and the turrets in question hummed as they took aim. "Turrets 1 and 2, pitch to -5 degrees."

Spike observed the unorthodox pivoting of the turrets and recognized what the Lieutenant was doing. A knowing smirk crept across the captain's face as the guns finally pitched down.

"Turret 1, Fire all batteries!" Noah ordered. The explosive recoil rocked the ship as the shells were sent flying. "Turret 2, Fire all batteries! Turret 1, Reload!"

The second recoil rocked the ship. The Sharkticons deftly avoided the first salvo, but were shocked when the second salvo had cut them off. It was all they could do to swim away from the offending salvo, which had also missed completely.

"Turret 1 is ready," The gunner reported. Spike was shocked and impressed. It took 26 seconds to reload the gun batteries without Noah's refit, but in the span of 5 seconds, the gun was ready to fire once again.

"Turret 1, Open fire!"

The salvo blasted from the barrels of the battleship and the armor-piercing rounds whistled through the air. Due to how panicked the Sharkticons were, they were unable to avoid the shells in time. 2 shells directly ran through both the Hammerhead and the Mako, while the 3rd shell exploded beneath the Great white, sending it flying into the air before it transformed and flailed about in the air, shocked by the explosion before falling back into the water with a loud crash.

"YEAH!" Diaz cheered as did everyone else in the CIC "Now that's what I call shark fin soup!"

"You did it!" Sari cheered for her new friend as he tucked away the periscope.

"A marvelous job, my friend!" Professor Sumdac applauded.

"Thank you sir," Noah said sheepishly as the professor grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. "But your policies-"

"I'm willing to make an exception, Lieutenant Diaz," Issac explained. "Especially since you've saved my daughter today."

"Nicely done, Diaz," Spike congratulated. "Let's head topside to see if we can identify anything of the wreckage."

"Right away, sir," Noah saluted as he, Spike, Sari, and Issac walked outside to observe the wreckage of the Sharkticons. Spike handed everyone a pair of binoculars so as to get a better look from the distance they had.

"Well, whatever those things were," Spike muttered as he analyzed the plating for any recognizable markings. "They're definitely not Russian, Chinese, or even North Korean."

"Hey I'm noticing they're leaking a blue fluid," Noah called out as he zoomed in on the wreckage of the Hammerhead shark. "Dunno if it's the lighting, but it looks like it's glowing."

"Hey, uh, there were 3 shark robots, right?" Sari spoke up. "Where's the 3rd one?"

Right as she said that, a metallic clawed hand clasped the edge of the port bow, and dragged the rest of the Sharkticon aboard, shocking everyone who saw. looking far worse for wear as several plates were scorched, and its right forelimb was gone, but the monster gave a monstrous snarl indicating that it was genuinely pissed.

"Me and my big mouth…" Sari muttered in fear, lamenting her choice of words.

With a metallic roar, the Sharkticon brought its weapon to bear, intending to end these organic life forms once and for all. Everyone shut their eyes and waited for the inevitable.

SPLASH!

A large metal arm grabbed the Sharkticon and pulled it away from the USS Montana. Everyone opened their eyes and were amazed and at a loss for words for what they were witnessing. An enormous silver titan had emerged from the ocean and was wrestling with the Sharkticon in its hands. The beast fired back, but the titan was having none of it and crushed the monster within its hands as if it were kneading a large ball of dough. With the beast crushed, it dropped the remains as they began to sink towards the bottom of the ocean.

"Thank you!" Sari called out, which prompted Issac to quickly shush her daughter in fear that this new titan might turn against them.

"Glad to be of help," The giant spoke in a baritone voice that shook the very air around them. "I am sorry that I could not help sooner, but I applaud your ingenuity."

The titan then gave a thumbs up before it began to transform. Spike was shocked as the titan eventually took the form of an immaculate replica of the USS Montana before diving down into the depths.

"Uh, C-Captain?" Noah stuttered. "Did you just see that or was it just me?"

"No, I saw it too," Spike eventually got out as he was left absolutely speechless. Sari was absolutely giddy about the friendly giant while Issac, despite having cautious feelings about it, was grateful that it had saved their lives. Spike was just left confused as he thought back to the stories of his great grandfather, Archibald Witwicky and his stories of a giant ice man. His mind might have been playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn he had seen similar glyphs on the titan akin to those from his ancestor's mad scribblings. "I say we head back to the mainland after all of this."

"What about the battlegroup?" Noah asked.

"After what we just went through? We're in no condition to form up with the battle group," Spike answered with a sigh. "I'll get on the horn with The Pentagon and report what happened. As for everyone else, I say we drop to Condition 2 until further notice."

"Right," Noah nodded. "So, should I head to the brig?"

"Tell you what: If Issac's gonna let the issue slide, then I will also," Spike sighed before offering a smirk. "Also, if you think you're up for it, I need a new XO."

Noah was shocked at what he had heard. Not only were his transgressions forgiven, but he was also being offered a promotion.

"I'm up for it, sir!" Noah answered with a salute and a big smile.

"Glad to hear," Spike smiled back. "But for real: Check with me before you plan any refits."

"Understood, sir," Noah responded with a chuckle. The ship began to list to the left as it steered towards a new heading. "I'll see about helping with that report. A fresh perspective can shed some light on a few things."

"Ain't that the truth," Spike sighed as he entered the bridge, now dreading how he was going to explain such a fantastical report. 'This day was more insane than James and the Giant Peach…'


A/N: WHOO! Sharkticons ahoy! This chapter was a blast to go through, in all honesty. The interactions were fun to write, and of course we got to see the Sharkticons in action. The Great White was based on Sky-Byte from RiD 2001, while the piranha-like ones were based on the G1 variant. The Mako and Hammerhead were their own things, but since their role has concluded, the choice in shark was in reference to Finding Nemo. :P As for the side characters, I killed off Kade Yeager only because I didn't like the 4th movie, and HATED the 5th movie. Also, because we're dealing with battleships, I threw in a light cameo to the 2012 film with the captain of the USS Bunker Hill. Now who was the Gipsy danger-like fella in the end? Time will tell!~ Do leave a review, and I hope this was a fun read. :)