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Episode 2 - Raise of Heroes
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I found myself submerged in the depths of the vast ocean, far below the surface where the blue light faded away into darkness.
Yet, there was no fear or panic in my mind, no sense of suffocation despite being deep beneath the waves. Instead, I felt a sense of calm and serenity, as if I were meant to be here, in this realm of endless blue. It was as if my body had evolved to thrive in this environment, as if the ocean were a part of me, even as it sought to swallow me whole.
And so, I lingered there, alone but not isolated, surrounded by the silence of the deep, the faint sounds of my own breathing, the only proof that I still lived and breathed.
It was as if time had stopped, and I was suspended in a moment of timelessness, a moment of peace and stillness that had eluded me in the chaos and noise of the world above.
What is this dream? This place? And this feeling? I did not know, but I was adrift in a dream, a dream that seemed to have a magnetic pull on me, guiding me deeper into its unknown depths.
The further I went, the more I felt a strange calling, an intangible sensation that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. It was a feeling that I could not explain, a feeling that was both wondrous and scary as if I were being drawn towards some incomprehensible force.
Deep down in the abyss, the blue darkness enveloped me, a vast and wondrous world that beckoned me onward, toward some unknown destiny.
And yet, despite the fear and uncertainty, there was also a sense of wonder, of awe, as if this was a journey that was meant to be, a journey that would reveal to me the secrets of the deep.
The melody of the sea was a gentle pull, a call to adventure, a call to discovery, and I found myself drawn to it as if by a strange magnetism, a force that compelled me to go deeper, to learn, to understand, to explore.
And so, I drifted deeper into the unknown, a small speck in a vast and wondrous sea, a dot of light in an endless abyss, drawn by the melody that seemed to call me like a siren, an intoxicating song that promised me, if only I could reach it, a chance to touch the heart of the ocean, to learn its secrets, to discover its wonders.
Light…?
A light… a spark of hope, a flicker of possibility. I reach out to it, trying to grasp its radiant glow, to bring it closer to me, to seize it for myself.
The light is like a beacon, drawing my attention, and leading me on toward a path that I do not yet understand, yet I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of calling.
Like a promise, a promise of something more, something of a great duty, something that I can only catch glimpses of, yet feel a deep yearning for.
And so, I stretch my hand towards the light, my entire body leaning towards it, my heart beating with a fierce determination.
I am driven by this light, by this need to understand, by this yearning for something beyond my own limited experience.
I need to do my duty, my promise to whatever it is this light has granted me the moment it appeared, and I will not let anything, not even the depths of the ocean, stand in my way.
But the moment the tip of my finger makes contact with the shiny object, a blinding flash of light erupts, forcing me to shield my eyes from its intensity.
The light is so bright and glorious, so full of possibility that it takes my breath away. The moment seems to stretch into eternity, the light seeping into my very core, filling me with a sense of wonder and awe beyond anything I have ever experienced.
Then, I see more of those mesmerizing lights, each one unique and beautiful in their own way, casting a radiant glow that transforms the cold and dark depths of the ocean into a realm of pure and mesmerizing blue…
The lights seem to pulse with a life of their own, a vibrant and dazzling energy that is both invigorating and inspiring. As I look upon these lights, I cannot help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder and awe, as if I am being granted a glimpse into a world beyond my own understanding.
It is a world of beauty and mystery, of possibility and potential, and I know that I am called to explore it, to uncover its secrets, and ultimately make it my own.
I am filled with a sense of joy and wonder that I cannot quite put into words, a sense of belonging and purpose that is so strong, so real, that it almost knocks the breath out of me.
At this moment, I realize that I am not alone, that there is something greater out there, something that connects us all, something that is greater than the sum of its parts.
It is a moment of revelation, a moment of understanding, a moment of enlightenment. And it is a moment that will forever be etched into my soul, a moment that will forever define who I am and what I stand for…
"I'm coming…"
My voice echoes in my ears, a sound so familiar yet so alien, a sound that is filled with both excitement and trepidation as I'm reaching out toward those radiant stars of the ocean.
Whatever they are, they are calling me, drawing me in with an irresistible lure, a lure that is both mysterious and alluring. I am pulled towards them by a force that I cannot understand.
a force that seems both supernatural and natural, a force that seems both magical and mundane.
It is as if I am being guided by a higher power, a greater force, a power that is beyond my understanding but that I know, at a deep core, is guiding me toward my destiny, my purpose, and my meaning.
I am moving towards something that I cannot yet understand, but that I know, with every fiber of my being, is my destiny, is my destiny, is my reason to exist.
I am on a journey, a journey towards the unknown, towards the uncharted, towards the uncharted, towards the unknowable. But it is a journey that I am ready to embark upon, a journey that I am eager to explore, and a journey that I know, in my heart of hearts, will take me to a place where I will find my calling to the sea.
"Just… wait for me, alright? I'm coming."
"I promise…"
*BRRINGGGG!!!*
[Pearl Harbor - US Naval Station - Navy Yard. 07:15 AM.]
*BRRINGGGG!!!*
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It's only that was possible…
And just like that, I was ripped from the blissful dream world and brought kicking and screaming back to reality by the annoying cacophony of the alarm clock.
"So much for my peaceful slumber…" I thought to myself…
Grumbling, I shuffled over to turn off the obnoxious device, feeling like I'd been ripped from the warm embrace of my bed and thrust into the cold, cruel world without a moment of warning.
And as the morning ray seeped through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. I lay on my bed, still half-asleep, as a sense of wonder washed over me.
The dream I had just experienced was unlike any I had ever had before. It was vivid, alive, and somehow, deeply meaningful. The deep, dark sea, the glittering stars, the sense of being drawn towards something unknown but utterly compelling… The memory of it lingered like a mist in the air, threatening to disappear but holding on just long enough for me to feel its weight.
And as I lay there, still dazed by the dream's intensity, a thought occurred to me. A question, really, that echoed through my mind like a faint but insistent voice.
When can a dream be so real?
The question hung in the air, unspoken but somehow understood. Was it really just a dream? Or was it something more, something beyond my understanding, something that's just waiting for me to explore…?
A familiar yet foreign sense of awe and wonder once again filled me as if I had stumbled upon something magical, something that transcended the boundaries of our everyday reality…
…
A sigh escaped my lips as I sat up from the bed and scratched my aching limbs and lazily took a peek at the clock, it already hit seven fifteen…
Huh, that was fast…
…
Wait sec…
"Oh, crap!"
My body immediately bolts into action as I rush to the washroom and finish my morning rituals as quickly as humanly possible!
I can't believe I can forget such an important day like this! It feels as if just a few seconds ago that I was daydreaming about the mystery of the sea, but now, with any passing second, I find myself in a world of action, responsibility, and duty!
Today I'm going to be assigned to a ship as a sailor! Just as I have always wanted!
In a flash, I quickly fumbled in my blue sailor uniform as my heart raced with excitement and nerves. Feeling a sense of dread and anticipation wash over me. Today was my chance to prove myself, to show that I had what it takes to be a true sailor!
With a deep breath, I grabbed my bags and rushed out the door, my mind racing with all that I had to do and the adventure that lay ahead. It was going to be a long day, but one that I was ready for. Finally, after so much dreaming, I was going to set sail and become the sailor that I always knew I could be.
"To the Blue Lane, we go!"
[US Naval Station Pearl Harbor - Navy Yard. 07:20 AM.]
At the same time, as the morning sun shone through the window, casting a golden glow on the newly promoted Lieutenant to Commander Steven Parker as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the golden-hued captain's cap on his head. Today is the day he takes his leave from Pearl Harbor and starts his career as a Commander in his own naval station. The thought filled him with a sense of pride and joy, and he couldn't help but smile at his reflection.
He had worked hard to get to this point, and now he was finally ready to take on the new challenges that lay ahead. As he packed his bags, he knew that his time at the naval station was coming to an end, but he was excited about what the future had in store for him.
He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:20 AM. He grabbed his suitcase and made his way towards the door, feeling a mix of emotions as he prepared to leave the place that had been his home for so long. Today was the day he would finally set sail, and he knew that his path would only get more challenging from here on out, but also a daring sense of excitement.
"To the Blue Lane, we sail!"
[US Naval Station Pearl Harbor - Ford Island Naval Air Station. 07:25 AM.]
My thoughts were elsewhere as I worked methodically, carefully placing the Strike Eagle in the last TF container, ready to be loaded and transported along with me to another naval station.
I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty that filled me as I contemplated the sudden transfer order that had come last night, moving me and the TF squad I was assigned with to a new naval base not too far from the Hawaiian Islands. It was unusual for a transfer to be executed so suddenly, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were short-staffed at the new base or if there was an urgent need for their skills.
All I knew was that we were set to depart soon, and there was much to be done before we left. I just hoped that we would have the time to prepare for whatever new challenges we might face at our new assignment and that we would be able to make a positive impact on the mission. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being chosen for this role, and I am determined to prove myself to the team leader that I am ready for the task.
"Running smoothly like a river, isn't it? I told ya, ya never find another hand like mine across Hawaii. Second generation or what, I made sure it can go toe to toe with the third or fourth to come."
"You're amazing, Andy. The Strike never felt as good as this after it left the pilot academy with me." I said as he climbed out of the cockpit, I couldn't help but break a smile at the elderly chief technician, Andy.
Despite his lack of formality from their previous encounter, he was a kind, old soul who had been with the navy for decades and had seen it all. Despite his advanced age, he had a youthful energy that was infectious, and it was a pleasure to work with him.
"I despise leaving things undone. If I have to fix something, I make sure it's as good as new so that you won't even bother to buy a new one."
His voice was full of pride and conviction, and I could see the confidence behind his words. It was clear to me that Andy is a man who took his work seriously and valued quality above all else. I couldn't help but feel inspired by his determination. I wish we can continue for a little longer…
"And you're not joking about that. Why don't you retire and start a repair shop or something along those lines? It's better than working for the military for the rest of your life, right?" I say as I lean my back on the Strike as its shadow shields me from the heating sun.
"Mmmm, it did cross my mind a few times to be honest, to open my own repair shop someday," he responds with a smile.
"As a kid, I just find it satisfying to fix things that are broken, you know? It's like giving something a new life, making it useful again. And who knows, maybe my skills will come in handy when I'm not working for the military anymore, eh?"
He pauses for a moment before adding.
"But hey, I got to do my part too, ya know? At least until the war is over, I will continue to do what I do best, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in this godforsaken world."
I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of respect and admiration for his dedication. It's not often that you meet someone so passionate about their work, it's clear that he takes his job very seriously. It is inspiring to see elderly people like him are so committed to making a difference.
What does that make for those of my age? We certainly can't afford to lose in the face of our elders!
"Oi, rookie! We're about to set sail! If you don't want to swim all the way to the base, then finish loading your TF and get on the ship!"
The voice of a senior squad member of my team yells. But I forgot what his name was…
"Got it!"
I reply and turn my attention back to Andy, only in time for him to toss me a can of energy drink as I quickly grab it out of the air.
"Thanks, Andy." I crack it open, taking a quick swig. Got the feeling It's gonna be a long drive, and I will need all the energy I can get to get through it.
"See like things are about to ten up, it's unusual for an immediate troop transport when you're all the way here in Hawaii," Andy says as he takes a swig from his can.
"What do you think could have happened?"
"Mmm, Well, the worst there would be is an alien invasion, but after the US eliminated their hive in Hawaii, there isn't much for us to do in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Of course, there are random alien meteor hives landed across other parts of the ocean, but the part around the Hawaiian Island has been the least quiet one."
I took the information into mind as my mind raced back to anything I know about the alien lifeform, the BETA.
They first appeared a few days shortly during the destruction of the Black Sun incident of February 1979 when meteors containing their eggs struck various locations around the world.
Ever since then, the BETA has been building their hive and spreading their destruction across the planet. With their overwhelming number and various body offensive ability, they have proved to be almost unstoppable.
The BETA aliens have caused immense destruction across the United States, with New York, South Carolina, and Colorado being particularly affected. However, thanks to the quick response and efforts of the US armed forces with the introduction of the 1st generation of TF, the majority of the US state was safeguarded.
Fortunately, despite their destructive capabilities, the BETA does not appear to be capable of intelligence coordination other than the use of overwhelmed numbers as their only tactic, making them vulnerable to military art of war coordinated attacks. The combined efforts of multiple nations have helped to ensure that much of the US soil has been liberated from the BETA.
However, the government was forced to nuke Colorado, but it was only enough to decimate the BETA's ground number as their hive was buried deep beneath the soil of Colorado, making it impossible for further assault at the BETA hive without risking a large unacceptable amount of manpower. As a result, Colorado was put under total lockdown, surrounded by the state armed forces 24/7 at all times.
It was a hard pill to swallow that's for sure, but it's a reality we have to accept. And of course, America isn't the only one who has to deal with the BETA, Russia, China, the UK, etc. It's a worldwide problem now that can be compared to World War II…
My mind drifts as I contemplate the state of my hometown in Virginia. Despite the Black Sun incident and the widespread destruction caused by the meteor strikes worldwide, Virginia was spared the horrors of the BETA invasion. The meteor that struck the state did not contain the dangerous alien lifeform, and we were fortunate to avoid its destructive effects.
While I am grateful for our luck, I cannot help but feel a sense of hopelessness about the state of the world and the impact the BETA aliens will have on it…
Once again, I found myself sharing eye contact with my Strike Eagle. This is why I joined the military, to lend a hand and protect the world, even if it ends up as nothing but scratching the back of the bigger problem. I just wanted to help…
And to search for my destiny…
"And what about the nastiest?"
Do I even need to ask when I already know the answer…?
"World War III. You know the world is about to throw sh*t at any given moment now, Soviet, European, Asia, America. The alien had damaged most of the world's natural resources, cutting short of food supply and consumables water, adding pollution from alien fart that is slowly killing off the air, and we can have a war that starts from nothing but the need for daily resources for ourselves, all the while the alien still roaming around, eating out our food and fart in our face. Amusing isn't it?"
Andy bleaks bluntly, without sugar-coating the situation as he throws his empty can away.
While I already knew the state of the world was dire, hearing it echoed by another brings it home in a whole new way. The BETA present, whether it was intended or not, is slowly bringing the world to the brink of World War III, creating a global shortage of resources, polluting the air, and devastating the environment. Now, nations worldwide are ready to point their guns at each other over the pollution-free landscape and the bare necessities, while the BETA continues to roam and feed on anything in their path.
It's a sobering thought, and as I let sinking feelings settle I can't help but feel a sense of guilt for not having done more to help…
"But that's just me talking sh*t about things, don't get your pretty little pink head over it. Overthinking things will get you nowhere in times of war, just do what you do best, do what you believe is right while getting things done, or at least what those old birds told me. The point is, be confident, don't hesitate to fight for what you believe, shoot first, ask questions later if you must."
I can't help but take Andy's words to my core as they ring true to my mind. I know that overthinking things can only leave me stuck in analysis paralysis, and in times of war, hesitation can be the difference between life and death. I'm best to take his advice, remaining confident and determined in my actions. I will not hesitate to fight for what I believe in.
"Thanks again, Andy. I'll make sure your word doesn't fall on deaf ears."
I must do my part and help defend our belief with my strength.
Learn from those more experienced than me and turn it into my own strength, follow my instincts, and make decisions that I believe are right. I will not let what Instructor Sala had taught me be a waste, she had prepared me with both machines, weapons, and the skills need to use them.
All I need now is to put them to use and fight for my belief and search for my destiny.
I am ready to take on whatever challenges come my way, be it cannibal alien lifeforms or a new dawn global war, I will face it all head-on until I reach my fate.
I watch as the select TF squads including mine begin to make their way to the TF carrier ship, the mechanic team already had my Strike Eagle onboard. I need to get more on as well…
"Well, up you go, kid!"
Andy seems to catch my thoughts as he gives me a fit slap on the back.
"It's been a short while, but it feels good to see kids like you being up to the fight."
I smile confidently and nod, it really is a short while, but I feel grateful to have met an elderly friend like the chief technician, almost as if he reminds me of Grandpa somehow even though they don't share much in common.
"Get out there and show those blast aliens what hell on earth means! And be sure to come back alive, got that, Justice Boy!?"
"Ha! Considering it done, you see me around soon enough if the Strike gets so much of a scratch. Alright, see ya, chief!"
"To the Blue Lane, we fly!"
*...!?*
However, I ended up pausing in my tracks as an alarm flashed in my mind. Instinctively, I scan the horizon for any signs of movement or danger as the adrenaline bolt begins to pulse through my veins.
"What the matter, kid? Forgot something?"
As if to answer his questions, the base siren begins to howl loudly, alarming the entire station of hostiles present.
I turned to look at Andy one more time as the word came out of me.
"I need my robot. And guns, lots of guns."
[US Naval Station Pearl Harbor - CINCPAC HQ. 07:50 AM.]
The headquarters command station is in utter disarray as staff members scramble in different directions, attempting to respond to reports of hostile activity on the horizon. Communicating with other units is difficult, making it challenging to establish a coherent chain of command. The situation is dire, with multiple reports of enemy presence coming in at once. The chaos is palpable, and there is a sense of urgency in the air as everyone tries to do their part to respond to the threats.
*Bang!*
The Admiral is clearly not amused as he bangs open the door with so much force it might as well be broken.
The situation is tense as the Admiral enters the room, demanding answers from the personnel and officers present. His tone is curt, and it's clear that he's not afraid to speak his mind.
He looks around the room, scanning the faces of the personnel and officers present.
"What in God's name am I seeing here? Response!" he asks, his voice is that of a highly experienced commanding officer.
A brief moment of silence as everyone looks at one another, trying to discern who should answer this question. Eventually, someone speaks up, providing a brief overview of the current situation.
"We don't know for certain, sir. But we had lost contact with multiple patrolling fleets. The last thing we heard from them was Japan, is the Japanese, sir!"
*BANG!*
With a thundering bang, the Admiral crashes his fist into the table. The noise echoes throughout the room, and the effect is immediate. The personnel and officers present are taken aback, shocked by the sudden outburst.
But the Admiral isn't done yet. He stands up, his fists clenched, and his voice booming with authority.
"I don't give a damn who they are!" He yells, addressing the room.
"I want all guns, ships, and mechs to be at the ready! If they think they can pull another Pearl Harbor assault, they're dead wrong! If they want another war, we'll give them war!"
His words ripple through the room, striking a chord of determination and resolve in everyone present. Without a word, the personnel and officers rush to their stations, eager to carry out his orders and defend their homeland. The air is electric, filled with a mixture of excitement and dread as they prepare for the inevitable conflict.
But the Admiral remains stoic, never breaking his resolve or his resolve to protect his station. He is the epitome of a strong and confident leader, one who inspires those around him and leads them into battle without hesitation. At this moment, once again, he is the hero of the Hawaiian Islands, and they will follow him wherever he leads them.
[Name; James "Hero of Hawaii" Anderson - Age; 85 - Rank; Grade S Naval Admiral - Base of Command; US Neo Hawaiian Pearl Harbor]
[US Naval Station; Neo Hawaiian Pearl Harbor - 08:00 AM]
"All personnel are advised to prepare for immediate engagement! All armories are available!"
The siren blares loudly throughout the station, prompting a flurry of activity as all combat-available personnel rush to arm themselves.
"On the double, Go! Go! Go!" Weapons, and exoskeletons.
"Get those guns running!" Manage anti-air machine cannons and vehicles.
The base is gripped by an air of tension as everyone prepares for the impending conflict. It's clear that this is no ordinary situation, and everyone is aware of their heightened stakes and the gravity of the situation. Their training kicks in, and they immediately spring into action, with a sense of determination and purpose. As the base prepares for battle, the tension remains palpable, and the sense of urgency is palpable.
The time to fight has arrived.
Amidst the commotion and chaos of the base, the newly appointed Commander Steven Parker found himself struggling to find his way to the command station. A few minutes ago, he had been making his way to the assigned ship that was to transport him to his new base, only to find that the world had been turned upside down. He needed to get in touch with Admiral Anderson as soon as possible.
Pushing his way through the crowd, he hurriedly searched for any signs that might point him in the right direction. All around him, personnel were frantically rushing to arm themselves and prepare for engagement. The sounds of the siren speaker echoed throughout the station, sending a thrill of adrenaline, blood rush, and urgency through him.
The sound of gunfire erupts around Parker, as he gazes up into the sky and sees the incoming enemy Tactical Fighter squadron descending upon different parts of the base. The anti-air weapons, manned by combat personnel, are desperately trying to lock upon the enemy forces, but the task is proving to be challenging due to the fast-moving humanoid craft.
The scene is chaotic, with gunfire, explosions, and screams of panic and order mixing around the personnel filling the air.
The urgency of the situation sinks in as Parker realizes that he needs to act fast in order to strengthen the defense of the base. With a swift change in direction, he begins making his way to the shipyard, he needs to bother one, now.
Finally, he reached his goal and wastes no time in attempting to secure what he needs to aid the defense of the base.
But his was not quick enough, the corner of his eye, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure.
Before he could react, the figure made a leap at an inhuman height and landed squarely on the ship before he could. Parker's eyes widened in shock, and he froze for a moment, processing what had just happened. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what he had just witnessed.
The base was under attack, and he needed to act fast to help with whatever he can. The sudden appearance of the figure only added to his confusion and anxiety. But the situation dire doesn't allow him to rest as he quickly gets on the ship as well.
His eyes scan for any sight of the mystery figure that is nowhere to be seen. Still, he can't afford to waste any second and quickly make his way to the bridge.
Strange; he thought, as there isn't a single soul on this seemingly empty ship, no personnel anywhere in sight. In the midst of a raging battle, the silence fills him with a sense of unease and uncertainty. This vessel seemed more like a ghost ship than an active participant in the combat as Parker couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment, wondering if he had made a mistake and boarded a non-active ship.
But the situation was too dire to let his doubts and uncertainties hold him back. He made his way to the bridge and pulled open the metal door with a sense of determination.
The door to the bridge creaked open as the sound echoed through the empty halls. Inside, he found himself half-expecting the room to be as empty as any other on the vessel.
But the scene before him was a far cry from the silence and stillness of the empty halls. The controls and instruments flashed with an eerie blue light, as the ship came to life, even without any manpower manning the positions.
And then… in the corner of his eye, he saw her. stood in front of him, a ghost of the empty vessel, bringing it back to life…
Whoever she is, it was clear that she was an expert in her craft, effortlessly bringing the ship back to life with just a few strokes of the controls. As he watched her in awe as she worked her magic, completely unaware or ignoring his presence, he realized that there was something truly special about this woman.
His curiosity got the better of him as he approached her, his eyes fixed on her ethereal movements as she brought the ship back to life.
He cleared his throat and -
"Excuse me, Ma'am," he said, his voice a mix of awe and reverence as he gazed upon her.
To his surprise… her startle eyes turned to meet his own, only for him to find himself lost in their depths.
He was amazed by her ethereal appearance. Her eyes, like the sea on a calm day, were a rich shade of aqua that seemed to penetrate the very fiber of his being. The unseeable wind flowed smoothly through her long dark-brown hair and caressed her slender frame, hidden only by her blue uniform.
He couldn't help but feel as if he had stepped into another world, one where time stood still and beauty thrived everywhere he looked. Her beauty was so radiant, so captivating, that it was almost blinding. He found himself losing himself in her gaze and being drawn in by her aura…
*Click!*
The sound of a firearm cocking filled the room, like a metallic click that echoed through the bridge.
Before he could even process what was happening, she had recovered from her shock and had her hands firmly wrapped around the grip of her pistol as the barrel pointed at him,
"Who… who are you?" Her eyes locked on him as she asked uncertainty.
The tension in the air was palpable, and he could feel his heart racing as he looked down the barrel of her pistol. He knew that this was a critical moment, and one wrong move could spell disaster.
"Please ma'am, I mean not to startle you." He raises his hands in front of him to show her that he means no harm to her.
He could see the alarm in her eyes.
"I just wanted to ask a question." He kept his voice steady and hoped that would be enough to calm her down.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally relaxed and returned her pistol to its holster. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the situation was now under control. He looked at her and smiled, trying to ease the tension in the air.
With a soft and uncertain voice, she asked, "If I may ask, who might you be, sir...?"
He knew that this was a pivotal moment, and he had to choose his words carefully.
"Steven, Steven Parker, ma'am. I am a newly appointed naval commander, and may I ask the same of you?" he said, extending a hand in greeting.
She hesitates and wonders whether or not she should say anything to the stranger before.
After a brief moment, she finally takes a deep breath and speaks.
"Please, just call me…"
"Arizona."
Her voice is low and nearly a whisper. He could sense her uncertainty and hesitation, but he could also hear a note of apprehension in her voice as if she was unsure of whether or not she should trust him.
He knew that this was a critical moment, and if the circumstances allow it, he would like to do everything he could to put her at ease.
"Miss Arizona, are you perhaps the captain of this ship?"
He asks as the sound of battle still rings outside of the bridge. Sooner or later the enemy will come to them the moment they catch visuals of the ship coming to life.
"Uh, yes… I suppose you could say so. How may I be of help, Commander Parker?"
She asks, still a bit wary of his intention, but she is willing to listen to whatever plan he may have if it means they can get through this with Pearl Harbor still standing.
"First; I need to borrow your radio."
[US Naval Station Pearl Harbor - Ford Island Naval Air Station. 08:10 AM.]
"All TF units, you are clear to take up."
"You heard the lady! Move it! Today we set the sky ablaze!"
The team leader shouted the green light as each of his seniors took up and entered combat the moment the enemy's TF unit came into their sight.
"Up you go, rookie! Better not get shot down when you just get off the ground, get that? Be sure to get some kills!"
Finally, it is his turn to take the fly.
"Got it, sir. Justin Rodger, here we go!"
He grips tightly on the lever and pulls as the Strike Eagle accelerates forward. Some enemy units got their sight on him the moment he emerged from the hangar and began unlocking their round.
Still, he ignores and easily evades their assault and continues pushing forward at top speed until the Strike feet lift off the ground.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they soared through the sky…
The enemy unit, tries as they may, still cannot get a solid lock on the Strike as they continue to wash their ammunition against its speed.
Unlike him, his finger is on the trigger…
(LOCK ON)
And just in an instant. He became a killer…
All as one, with a quick flick of the trigger, all four barrels of the Strike's auto assault cannons burst into action, unleashing barrages of fire and tearing through their armor, and leaving hot trails of destruction in the air.
Despite the thrill of the battle, he tried to keep his head clear and avoid aiming for the enemy's cockpit unless absolutely necessary. Instead, his focus was on taking out their thruster module, head camera, and weapon system, that should be enough. Whether they survive the rest of the battle is up to fate…
Nevertheless, he can't let his feelings get in the way, he had to maintain his discipline and focus. He had a duty to protect the station and the enemy won't go down without a fight.
He'll bring them down, with his Strike Eagle!
With that determination set in mind, the Strike soared and drifted through the gravity of the air, evading barrages of fire and unleashing its wrath of bullet storms on its enemies.
(LOCK ON TARGET)
"Have some of this!!!"
*BOOM!!!*
Once again, with perfect accuracy, all four of the Strike auto assault cannons burst a round from their grenade launcher barrels, the air was filled with a massive explosion and streams of fire.
It was a sight to behold, the air a blazing inferno, a sky set aflame by the firepower of the Strike.
"Whist~ Damn, now that does the damage."
Said the leader of the crew he couldn't help but be impressed, as the young pilot of the Strike Eagle continued to take down one enemy unit after another with devastating efficiency.
One enemy unit bravely charged at the Strike with their blade grabbed and was about to deliver a strike, only for Rodger, with lightning fast reflect, throw one of the Strike's cannons crash at the approaching enemy, knocking them off balance and stunned!
And just in second, with a brilliant display of skill, he launched a barrage of bullets raining from the remaining cannons, blowing away anything except the cockpit of his enemy's TF unit!
All of these happened in just a split second as he already caught his discarded weapon in midair and swiftly moved on to the next target.
"Ordinary rookie my ass, what the hell Sala just sent me? The kid's practically a super soldier!" the team leader said, grinning maniacally as he watched in amazement and excitement as the kid effortlessly scored the number.
He is a natural-born pilot, and the leader couldn't help but be eager to see more of the potential in the young pilot. With skills like these and the Strike Eagle at his disposal, there was no telling what kind of destruction he could bring down upon their enemies.
The battle raged on for a few more minutes as the enemy slowly made their retreat in the face of Ford Island's TF unit's heavy resistance. The tide of the battle began to shift, as the Japanese TF force was losing ground and the sky was slowly taken back.
Today is the day, the US Striker team, accompanied by the new and deadly blue Strike Eagle, marked their name to the sky.
But the enemy had not yet been vanquished, and the fight was far from over. Not until every last enemy unit had been shot down, whether they are Japanese or not, Pearl Harbor will not fall ever again!
"H-*static!* Hello! Does anyone read me!?"
The communication channel crackles to life with a faint static.
"Does anyone read me!?"
"This is 2nd Lieutenant Ryan Jackson of the Tactical Fighter team Striker, we got you. What's up?" The leader of team Striker, Ryan Jackson, replies to the message.
"Thank goodness. Listen, Lieutenant, there have been sights of an unknown fleet about 3 minutes in the northwest of Hawaii, the enemy TF reinforcements are coming from that direction. We are going to have our ships coming to the fleet and we need your help to engage their TF units."
"Hey, hold on a second, who the hell am I speaking to!? Give me a name first, Jackass! We're pretty busy here ourselves!" Jackson frustratingly replies as he shoots down another sword-wielding enemy that rushes at him.
He and the rest of the team are still in the middle of a heated battle with the enemy, who were determined to overwhelm them. Despite the intensity of the fighting, Jackson remained focused, his eyes darting across the battlefield as he searched for his next target. With each shot he took, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heart racing as he fought to keep his team alive.
Doesn't matter if they are aliens or humans, he won't stand idly by and let another tragedy happen on his watch like ten years back!
"It's Steven! Steven Parker! I'm a naval commanding officer. I'm currently abound the USS Arizona and am allying a few ships to counterstrike the enemy's fleet, but we can't do it on our own, we need the assistance of Tactical Fighters. Can you assist…?"
Jackson finds himself going silent and considers the request for a moment, his mind racing as he contemplates whether or not to accept.
He looks around at his team, all of whom are locked in intense combat with the enemy. Despite the enemies slowly retreating, some still put up residence as they're still engaged in a firefight. Some of Ford Island TF units are already damaged or destroyed, and it'll be terrible if a better-armed enemy's reinforcements were to come and finish the job…
He hesitates, his finger poised over the trigger of his own weapon, waiting for just the right moment to take his next shot.
Finally, he speaks.
"Have you told old man Anderson yet?" he says slowly, his tone tinged with frustration.
"We're already in the middle of our own battle right now, and we've taken quite some damage," Jackson replied, his tone slightly exasperated as he aimed at another approaching enemy.
"Do you seriously expect us to be able to counter-striking an entire fleet in our look-like-sh*t state?"
Parker hesitated for a moment before responding.
"I completely understand, Lieutenant. But I've already explained the situation to the Admiral, and he suggested that your team is our best option. Pearl Harbor is counting on you, and so am I. Please, we need your help..."
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"F*cking sh*t, this is why I hate living up to people's expectations…"
Jackson sighed exhausted, a hint of resignation in his voice. He knew that they couldn't afford to turn down a please for assistance, not after that one…
"Alright, fine. How much time do you have left before going at it? We need a bit more time to better arm ourselves with heavy weapons and get some quick repairs." Jackson asked.
"Ten minutes- no, make it seven. I have all ships that are capable of anti-air to keep the enemy's TF units busy for a bit and buy you time. After you finish, make your way to the far west behind their fleet and blitz attack their TF carriers from their blind spot, take out as much of their TF as you can and we will constantly provide you with heavy round support. Can you do it?"
"Seven minutes? That's cutting it a little close, but we get it done," Jackson replied, his brow furrowed as he tried to calculate the logistics in his head.
With that, Jackson quickly relayed the plan to his team. They quickly set to work with the help of the technician team, making sure that their machines were in top fighting condition and that their pilots were prepared for the challenge ahead. Everyone was on edge, knowing that the fate of Pearl Harbor rested heavily on their shoulders.
Back to the blue Strike Eagle, as it stands guard to allow the rest of its senior Eagles to arm themselves with weapons, reload, and immediate repair.
So far, it's the only one that didn't take a scratch from the entire battle. But the same can't be for its operator…
Inside the heated cockpit, with his hand still gripping tightly lever and finger on the trigger, threaten to pull it at any given traumatic impact…
As his eyes, caught under the shadow of his hair, making his sweat-covered expression unreadable as they scan the area, inevitably went to the destruction that laid waste across the station…
Buildings caught in flame, hangers destroyed…
But worst of all… personnel laid lifeless on the ground, each in their own pool of blood…
Broken machines lay scattered all around him, some blood seeping out of their cockpit.
Some that were caused by him…
He'd kill today…
He had killed another human being today, he had killed a number of alien lifeforms before during his training…
But humans… it feels so different…
He tries to avoid it and instead aims for anything except the cockpit of his enemies…
But he still had his hand forced every now and then… it's either his or his enemy's life…
Kill or kill, and he should have accepted that the moment he chooses to walk this path…
Duty, idea, destiny… all this year, was it really worth it…?
How long will it take for him to find his destiny…? The one that had haunted him ever since that fateful day…
"Mon… Dad…"
His voice was barely above a whisper as the young pilot's throat tightened. The memory of his mother and father filled his mind, and he had to suppress a shaky breath.
"Hey kid, you doing cool over there?"
The communication came to life, as the image of Lieutenant Jackson appeared on the screen.
"Uhm, yeah, I can manage, sir."
He reply, forcing a smile to his face as he tried to steady his voice, but it was difficult to hide his moment of insecurity.
"First time? It's hard, but it's a thing we have to get used to in this kind of job, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you that, do I?"
As if he had guessed at Justin's feelings, Jackson chimed in with a sympathetic tone.
Justin just nodded silently, unable to find the words to express his emotions, but grateful for the understanding but also struggling to come to terms with the reality of what he had done.
The Lieutenant had obviously been in his junior's shoes, and his understanding was a comfort to Justin. Despite the weight of what had just happened, he felt a sense of camaraderie and solace in knowing that he was not alone in his struggles.
"To be honest, I wasn't expecting much when Sala dumb a kid like you to me all the way to Pearl Harbor, but I guess I should expect nothing less from a kid that was personally trained by one of first TF pilots in the world."
He was taken aback by Jackson's words. He had always known that his mentor, Sala, held a high regard for his abilities, but to hear it coming from a superior officer was a whole new experience for him.
"Thanks, sir," Justin said with a smile, feeling a little more at ease. "I'm glad to be here, and I'm doing my best to live up to the expectations that come along with it."
Despite the heavy emotions that had been running through him, Justin found himself feeling more determined and focused than ever before. With Jackson's support and Sala's training, he knew that he was capable of achieving great things as a Strike Eagle pilot.
"Ha! Then I'll be sure to share some workload, it'll be a pain in the ass, but I'm sure you can handle it!"
He then breaks a sweat nervously upon hearing more workload, if the Lieutenant trusts him that much…?
"Sure thing, sir. I'll do my best. Haha…" With a nervous laugh, Justin responded.
"Haha! Just kidding, but yeah, the Striker is counting on ya. Let's get through this together, and after this mission, I got something for you."
Justin couldn't contain his enthusiasm as he listened to the Lieutenant's words. The fact that he had the support of such a respected figure was not lost on him, and he felt a sense of pride wash over him at the thought of being a part of such a highly regarded team.
"Yes, sir! Count on me!" Grinned from ear to ear, he said. Saluting the Lieutenant with all the enthusiasm he could muster. At that moment, he felt a sense of purpose and belonging that he had never experienced before, and he knew that he was where he was meant to be.
"Alright! You're all good to go!"
Justin's heart soared at the familiar sound of Chief Technician Andy's voice. He felt a surge of excitement and pride at being given the green light to take off on their mission.
"Give them hell!" he added, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
Justin felt like he was on top of the world, ready to take on whatever the mission might throw their way. With Andy's words of encouragement ringing through their radio, Justin knew that he had the support of his team behind him every step of the way and he won't let anything weigh him down and make them proud.
"Hell yeah! Let's rock and roll!" Jackson excitingly says and instantly connects the channel.
[USS Arizona's bridge - 08:27 AM]
"This is 2nd Lieutenant Ryan Jackson, we are ready to rock and roll, Parker!"
As his voice echoed through the controlling bridge of the USS Arizona, the young commander can't help but let out a breath of relief.
He takes a moment to share a look with the mystery woman who shares the name of her ship. both feeling a sense of understanding and camaraderie at that moment. Without a word, Arizona nodded at him, her gaze strong and determined. He returned the gesture with a determined nod of his own, the two of them silent yet connected, both knowing that they were in this together.
She took a look outside, her sister's ship and others are by their side. United in their cause, their determination, and their unwavering resolve.
Parker can hear the loud roar of jet engines outside his ship, as a squadron flies past them. One of the units suddenly stops in front of the Arizona bridge, and gives a quick salute to Parker.
Startled by the sudden appearance of the unit, Parker quickly steadies himself and raises his hand to return the gesture. It is most likely Jackson, the moment between the pilot and the commander on their respective craft is fleeting, but it's enough for Parker to feel a sense of kinship and camaraderie with the pilot.
It's a reminder of the brotherhood that exists among those who share the same mission, and it's a moment of solidarity that Parker won't soon forget. With a renewed sense of determination, he returns his attention to the task at hand, ready to tackle whatever challenges lie ahead with his ship and his team by his side.
Today is the day. Despite the pressure, the feeling and sense of excitement rushed through him like an ocean wave. He felt ready to take on the world and accomplish their mission with pride, perseverance, and honor.
Today, they are the new heroes of Pearl Harbor.
Together, they sail and fly!
"All ships, full speed ahead! Exclusive Operation: Embers Sea!"
"Hell yeah! To the Blue Danger Zone, we go!"
To be continued!
Se7en: Thank you so much reading!
And to answer @snipervtk4 questions. No, I do not play Azur Lane at all because it isn't available where I live yet. The best I can get for now is to watch videos and read the lore, and even then, I decided not to fully follow it and mix the two worlds into one.
The technologies in my setting are somewhat modern or pre-future, you know? With robot/mecha, but there's no way they go invincible yet. That seems to be the current status of Muv Luv technologies, thus TSF can easily go boom against the likes of the Siren.
The antagonist force, the BETA, has been put under control (spoiler: thanks to the appearance of the Kansen.) but they are still a major threat to humanity, by dropping meteors from the moon.
As for the Siren, they will remain a mystery for a while, so the only now is the BETA and warring nations going at it.
The vested majorly of the Kansen haven't gotten their rigging yet, except for a number of Crimson Axis. The best they do for now is single manned their ship like a mech, but they will get their rigging along with their special abilities soon enough.
And finally, the Wisdom Tube will also remain a mystery for a while, so no super energy sources to replace nuclear power yet. And throwing the world into chaos just to spice up a reason for them to fight (spoiler: the Siren might involve in the matter.)
I hope you can appreciate my approach to the fic.
Again, thank you for reading!