Sorry for the long wait, lads. Middle school midtest in here lasted for a full week, and I mean it. But anyway, that doesn't stop me from writing bits and bops for the structure before reorganizing and filling it so it can be a full story. In a less stellar news, I think my web is bugged since my traffic graph isn't working anymore so I don't know if there's someone reading or not. The only way I know it successfully sent is by reviews. So yeah, let your reviews out people.

Oh, and this story should already be posted the night before (in Indonesia anyway), but power shortage happened and you might can connect the dots. And the OCs place are still opened, both for ships and something something, PM if you're interested

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ideal man

A wise man once said to never judge a book by its cover, so be patient and everything would be clear. Maybe. Hopefully.

SpaceCommander-09

Thanks for the heads up, I kind of need those since I sometimes forgot to include those details.

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Russia

18th August 201X

Site-45, [REDACTED]

08:15 Local Time

SCPS Arkhangelsk

"Left side! Two o'clock high!" Arkhangelsk called out as a pair of Insurgency riflemen suddenly appeared on a catwalk. Acknowledging it, Falken aimed his M14 at the duo before pulling the trigger twice in rapid succession, hitting both in center mass.

Two down, a platoon-sized opposition remaining. And that's not counting the automatic defenses such as turrets.

Bringing her Benelli M4 to bear Arkhangelsk rose from her cover and started unloading 12-gauge rounds at anyone within her footstep. No one's got hit, unfortunately, but now they're suppressed which allowed Arkhangelsk to close the distance until an insurgent peppered her tracks with their SAW and forced her to hug the right ledge.

Cursing her luck, Arkhangelsk took a glance at her surroundings.

Currently, she and her escorts are choked inside this atrium-like room which features a sizeable open ground, plentiful cover such as pillars, stone vases, and tables, as well as two catwalks located on the sides. In short, this place is a nightmare to assault considering that her opposition is flooding the room from below and above.

In other news, they're not alone in this endeavor. Along their way here earlier, they've managed to link up with remnants of MTFs that answered the call. Now, they're 16-strong, not bad but could be better.

Thankfully, most of the anomalies within the site are still secured discounting 049 who are still on the loose.

Sliding the pump back after reloading her shotgun, Arkhangelsk decided to use her sonar as a makeshift threat detection. For the most part, it worked well with her management to triangulate the possible positions of her enemy. Thus with a quick breath, she leaned out from her cover and aimed her weapon. An insurgent around three meters in front of her earned a slug into his head as he tried to peek out. Another also got a slug inside his chest as it pierced clean through the vest. Those two were the only kills she could get before being forced to retreat into her cover by a series of machine gun fires.

"Cyka…" Arkhangelsk hissed as she could feel a bullet grazing her right arm. Nothing too serious with only a slight burnt, but still hurt as hell

In front of her was the end of the atrium, a cover-rich position that caused the insurgents to be packed up like a sardine, and there were at least around twenty of them over there. Lines of ARs, SMGs, LMGs, and even a Pencheneg were placed to lock down the place, and they did a bloody good job at it considering Arkhangelsk and her teammates can't move an inch from their cover.

Arkhangelsk tries to peek out and immediately retracts her head back when a series of rounds peppered her section of the wall.

"Those are a lot of rounds down range…" Arkhangelsk scowled as the head of one squad member was blown to pieces.

"Anyone has a smoke canister? Or something that can distract them?" She called out to her internal radio

[Talon here, got some smoke ready for use. What's the game plan?] One of them responds

"Just keep them blind then suppress them. I'll handle the blockade"

[Are you fucking mad?!] The loud objection from Nomad caused her to wince [They're going to shred you to pieces with a volume of fire! You can't just simply waltz in there!]

"Look, I'm a ship-incarnate. I can handle some 5.56 and 7.62 with ease, you are not. Besides, I have sensors that are strong enough to be used as another set of eyes." She reasoned while pushing some slugs into the shotgun's chamber.

From the other side, Arkhangelsk could hear Nomad's British side come to him as a string of curses crossed the channel.

[Alright, we'll provide suppressing fire. Do what you can. Out]

Arkhangelsk nods to herself before drawing some deep breaths.

{Show 'em why you're the Foundation's naval sledgehammer} A certain voice whispered inside her mind, causing her to chuckle and let an evil grin.

"Oh, I will, Captain. Don't you worry about it" She replied to herself, and him.

The moment the smoke canisters were tossed and releasing their loads Arkhangelsk leaned out before rushing down to the defensive emplacement. Already torrents of bullets stormed her way, making Arkhangelsk hissed every time one managed to crash into her. Thankfully, her skin was thick enough to turn those into scrap metal, but not so much for her clothes.

Approaching the spot Arkhangelsk leaned her right shoulder forward and barged an insurgent, causing him to be thrown off and hit the wall before Arkhangelsk finished him with a shotgun to the head. Others started to take notice and aimed their respective weapons at her, but her teammates' storm of bullets proved its worth as the insurgents' attention was divided.

Seizing the chance Arkhangelsk brings forth her shotgun and starts blasting, killing around three or four and wounding another before her gun runs dry. Instead of reloading she then throws the empty firearm at a nearby insurgent and stunning them for a while, a window Arkhangelsk uses to deliver a right hook to the face and steal their knife from its holster. Upon firmly holding it she thrust the blade straight at their neck, causing them to let out a wet gurgle of blood before dying.

While Arkhangelsk was wreaking havoc inside their line, Nomad, Falken, and the remaining force steadily moved up through the smoke as it slowly dissipated, changing their stance from suppressing fire to a single and precise shot at whoever wasn't a rampaging shipwoman. Shot after shot the insurgents' number dwindled, yet the battlecruiser kept on fighting as she parried an insurgent attempt at stabbing her.

Using her immense strength, Arkhangelsk sent an uppercut from below which staggered them before grabbing and lifting them above her. With great force, she sent them down to her knee, breaking their back before Arkhangelsk finished them by snapping their neck. An insurgent tried to buttstock her from behind, but Arkhangelsk's radar notified her of such an effort. As a result, the battlecruiser swiftly dodged away to avoid the swiping movement before sending a knife thrust to the side and neck, killing them instantly.

Another insurgent decided to make a run upon knowing they were the last, yet Arkhangelsk changed the terrorist's fate by throwing the knife at their back, inserting it deep which caused them to fall on their stomach writhing in pain as they slowly crawled away.

Slowly yet firmly, Arkhangelsk stalked the insurgent from behind as her figure towered over him.

"N-No… please…" The insurgent, a man in his twenties, begs her.

The pleading words fell on deaf ears as Arkhangelsk stood over him while he was trying in vain to crawl away, and without warning she stomped the man's head hard. Pulling her leg up, she then sent another at the same place, denting his skull slightly while a pool of blood leaked from him.

{…Noted. Never make you angry.}

Arkhangelsk's only response is a sigh before snapping her neck left and right.

"While I greatly admire your figure, and trust me they're amazing, I think you should get another set of clothes" Falken's teasing voice can be heard from behind, which is then followed by a pained yelp after someone hits him.

Probably Nomad's doing.

Arkhangelsk raised her brow before glancing down at her outfit, and true to his words, her clothing was now beyond repair thanks to her stunt earlier.

"I suppose you're right," She chuckled. "any closet nearby?"

Nomad tilts his head to the left at a nondescript door in the atrium.

"What are you going to change into, if I may ask?" The former SBS asks.

Arkhangelsk scoffed while approaching what was left of the blockade, and after silently examining the bodies, grabbed one and then slumped it over her right shoulder.

"Gentlemen" Arkhangelsk's head bowed slightly before turning her heels and entering the closet.

It only took around two or three minutes for her to don the outfit and return to the assembled group. Now her clothing consists of a black Ratnik 6B49 uniform set with matching gloves, while in her left and right hands are the insurgent's vest and armor respectively.

"So what's next, comrades?" Her heavy and accented English boomed amidst the silence as she approached Nomad and an unknown MTF member.

"Ah, you must be the crazy lady that destroyed ces asticots, oui?" The unknown man greeted her with heavy-accented English as well.

"Come again?"

"It means "Maggots" in France, Arkhangelsk." Nomad came to the rescue before clearing his throat. "Anyway. Arkhangelsk, meet Talon, French RPIMa. Talon, meet Arkhangelsk, Kirov-class battlecruiser."

"French SAS?" "A battlecruiser?" Those two are the first sentences that come out of each other lips.

So naturally, both flinched upon the synchronized action, while Nomad just kind of stood there awkwardly by himself. In response, Arkhangelsk tilt her head up slightly to allow the French to talk first, to which he nods.

"Sorry for earlier. But really? A battlecruiser?" The French said in disbelief.

"You think I can do that stunt earlier while being a normal human?" The Kirov deadpanned.

"Good point," Talon admitted before going silent.

"Right…" Came the uneasy response from Arkhangelsk before she turned her gaze at Nomad. "Pleasantry aside, now what?"

"Next would be taking the command section, but with our few numbers, I can't think that's possible. And that's the least of our concerns"

"What do you mean?"

"Those maggots hijacked the comms and sent an all-clear message, meaning that help will not come unless we send our own." Talon replied with an irritated tone, which is understandable considering the situation.

"In more positive news, we managed to reach out to what's remained of the site's security and they're currently trying to link up with us. Though, we're running low on ammo, even with scavenged ones" Nomad spread his right arm to show Arkhangelsk the scavenging operation done by the rest.

"ебать…" Arkhangelsk muttered under her breath as she racked her brain for any possible idea.

After some seconds her eyes were then drawn to the armor and vest she was currently holding and an idea formed inside. A stupid and suicidal one, but still an idea nonetheless. So with a sigh, Arkhangelsk cleared her throat before addressing to the two men.

"How about a diversion?" Arkhangelsk offered.

"What diversion?" Talon scoffed. "We're stretched thin as it is. We can't spare anyone to do that."

"I'm not talking about them, I'm talking about me"

"You can't be fucking serious!?" Nomad interjects, yet Arkhangelsk expression shows no kidding. "Bloody hell… You've just committed a suicidal charge earlier, and now you want to split up in an unknown environment!? Are you losing your mind!?"

"I'm the most armored and resilient here, small calibers won't do. I'm also the strongest, meaning that I can carry the heaviest armor and amount of bullets. I'll survive, don't worry"

"Famous last words, kid." He deadpanned. "They'll probably going to dogpilled you as soon as they got the chance, and when that happened we deprived ourselves of a walking tank. Or a battlecruiser, rather"

"If you don't want me to do that then do you have any other ideas, Tommy?"

"Yes, we tracked back our step to the other group. With their support and number, we have a chance at breaking into the command section"

"And strained our already limited ammo? Besides, we're practically throwing ourselves at the Insurgency if we do that!"

"Girl is right, Alex. You can't win them all" Talon off-handedly commented as he tried to defuse the brewing argument.

Arkhangelsk can see Nomad's shoulders down in a tired manner, poor man was tasked with a heavy responsibility, after all. Without any hesitation, Arkhangelsk placed his right hand on his shoulder as she smiled at him.

"How about we do both. You fight your way to the group while I run a diversion, sounds good?"

She can see Nomad wants to argue, but it seems that argument is caught inside his throat as he nods.

"Don't die, lass. I don't want to be the one who tells Dr. Rose that her subject goes down fighting" He lets a cheeky smile and Arkhangelsk can't help to laugh.

"Always the annoying Brits, isn't it?"

"You guess it, Ivan." He laughs as well while spreading his hand at the assorted firearms taken from the dead. "Anything fancy to you?"

The Kirov-class eyes moved left, right, and center as she mentally considered which weapon she would bring. Just then, a particular weapon drew her eyes as her lips were tugged into a smile.

"Say, how many 7.62 bullets do we have?"