Chapter 6
Enterprise and Belfast trudged through the forest, their raincoats barely holding up against the relentless rain.
The storm raged around them and lightning cracked across the sky. The wind roared through the trees. Leaves and twigs were torn from their moorings, spiraling through the air like chaotic confetti.
"We need to keep moving," Enterprise shouted, her voice barely audible above the storm's roar.
Her head wound had started bleeding profusely, she could feel the warmth of fresh blood mixing with the cold rain trickling down her face. The world around her spun dizzily, but she forced herself to focus.
Belfast, her breath coming in labored gasps, nodded. Her side and leg ached where Drake's bullets had found their mark, but she pushed through.
"The radio station is our only hope," Enterprise continued, her voice steady despite the pain.
The forest offered little in the way of a clear path. They avoided the main trails, knowing they would be too easily found. Instead, they pushed through the thick foliage. The ground was slick and uneven. Each step was a risk, but they had no choice.
Enterprise stumbled, her vision blurring as a wave of dizziness overtook her. Belfast caught her, trying to keep them both upright. "Hold on, Enterprise," she urged.
"I'm trying," Enterprise replied, her voice tinged with frustration.
The trees swayed, their branches whipping like angry specters. Lightning forked across the sky. Enterprise leaned on Belfast, and Belfast on Enterprise.
They pressed on together.
"We're going to make it," Belfast said, her voice breaking through Enterprise's thoughts. She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself as much as Enterprise.
The forest started to close in. The thick foliage and tangled undergrowth were making their journey even more treacherous.
The pain from Belfast bullet wounds in her side and leg had become nearly unbearable. Each step sent jolts of agony through her body.
Suddenly, Belfast's foot caught on a hidden root. She cried out as she lost her balance, her body twisting as she fell. Enterprise tried to catch her, but her strength was failing. The combined weight of their bodies sent them both tumbling to the ground.
Mud splattered around them as they hit the earth. Enterprise's head struck a rock, and stars exploded in her vision. For a moment, everything went black. When she came to, she found herself lying in the mud, rain pouring down on her face. She could hear Belfast's labored breathing beside her.
"Belfast," she croaked, reaching out to touch her. "Are you okay?"
Belfast groaned, trying to push herself up. "I'm... I'm fine," she lied, her voice strained with pain. She managed to roll onto her side, her hand clutching her wounded leg. "We have to keep moving. We have to find shelter."
Enterprise nodded, though every part of her body screamed in protest. She forced herself to her knees, the world spinning dangerously around her.
With great effort, they managed to get to their feet. They leaned heavily on each other, their progress even slower now. The mud clung to them, making each step a monumental effort. They slipped and stumbled, but they refused to give up.
The storm showed no signs of letting up. Lightning flashed, illuminating the forest in brief, stark moments. Each flash revealed the extent of their struggle, the raincoats plastered to their bodies, their faces pale and etched with pain.
As they continued to make their way through the forest, the outline of the old radio station remained a distant hope. Every step brought them closer, but it felt like a journey without end. The radio station was their only chance to call for help, to warn their allies about King George V's betrayal.
Enterprise's vision blurred, her head wound sending waves of dizziness through her. She stumbled again, nearly dragging Belfast down with her. "I'm sorry," she gasped, fighting to stay conscious.
"Don't apologize," Belfast replied, her grip tightening on Enterprise.
The storm showed no mercy as Enterprise and Belfast continued their arduous trek through the forest.
Belfast glanced around, her vision blurry from the rain and exhaustion. "Enterprise," she called out, „how much further?"
Enterprise squinted through the downpour, trying to gauge their progress. The old radio station should have been visible by now, but the forest seemed endless. "We should have reached it by now," she replied, frustration and worry evident in her tone.
Belfast's heart sank. "Did we miss it?" she asked, her voice tinged with desperation. The thought of having to backtrack through the storm was almost unbearable.
Enterprise shook her head, though the motion made her dizzy. "No, we didn't miss it," she said firmly. "We're just moving slow."
Their progress was agonizingly slow, but they moved forward. We have to keep going," she urged, though she could feel her strength waning. "Just a bit further," she murmured.
As they moved through a particularly dense section of the forest, Enterprise felt a sudden tug. She abruptly stopped. Her raincoat got caught on a tree branch.
"Hold on," she said to Belfast, her voice strained with frustration.
Belfast paused, leaning away from Enterprise, supporting herself against a nearby tree.
"My raincoat," Enterprise replied, tugging at the plastic. "It's caught."
She tried to free the coat, but the branch held fast, the jagged edges digging into the material. The rain continued to pour down, soaking through her clothes and adding to the weight of her exhaustion. Her fingers were numb from the cold, making it even more difficult to untangle the fabric.
Belfast's eyes widened with concern. "We can't afford to lose it," she said. "Let me help."
Enterprise shook her head, "No, we can't waste any more time. The longer we stay in the storm, the more risk is there we die of hypothermia. I'll have to leave it."
"But Enterprise—" Belfast began, her voice tinged with desperation.
"We don't have a choice," Enterprise interrupted her tone firm but gentle. "We need to keep moving. The station is closed, I will hold on until then."
With a decisive tug, Enterprise ripped free of the raincoat, leaving it behind. The cold rain immediately soaked through the medical uniform, sending a chill through her body, but she ignored it. "Come on, we have to keep going."
Belfast hesitated, her eyes filled with concern, but she nodded. "Alright. Let's go."
They pressed on, the rain now pelting directly against Enterprise's exposed skin. She shivered, but her determination was unwavering. The mud clung to their feet, making each step a monumental effort. The forest floor was a minefield of hidden roots and rocks, and they slipped and stumbled frequently.
The storm showed no mercy, but neither did they. Each time they faltered, they leaned on each other, drawing strength from their shared resolve. Every step forward, no matter how small, brought them closer to their goal.
Then, through the sheets of rain, Enterprise spotted something. A faint silhouette in the distance, partially obscured by the trees. "Look!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and relief. "There it is!"
Belfast lifted her head, squinting through the rain. "The radio station," she breathed, a spark of hope igniting in her eyes. "We're almost there."
Summoning the last of their strength, they pushed forward, their steps fueled by the sight of their destination. With each step, the outline of the old radio station became clearer.
They made it.
The old radio station stood before them, a weathered relic from a bygone era. Its brick walls bore the scars of time, the paint peeling and faded. The roof sagged under the weight of countless storms, and some of the windows were cracked, their glass clouded with age.
They reached the entrance, their bodies aching and minds weary. Enterprise collapsed against the doorframe. Belfast leaned against her, equally exhausted.
With trembling hands, Enterprise pushed the door open, and they stumbled inside. The interior was dark and musty, but it offered a refuge from the storm.
The walls creaked as the wind howled outside, but the space was a sanctuary compared to the raging tempest they had endured.
The remnants of broadcasting equipment lay scattered across the floor—a rusted microphone, a cracked transmitter, and a dusty reel-to-reel tape recorder.
"We made it," Belfast said, her voice choked with emotion. "We made it."
Enterprise nodded, her eyes meeting Belfast's. "We did," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "But we can't rest yet. We need to get that message out."
They helped each other to a dusty bench, collapsing onto it with relief. Enterprise scanned the room, spotting an old radio set against one wall. "There," she said, pointing. "Let's see if it still works."
Belfast nodded, and with great effort, they made their way to the radio. Enterprise's hands trembled as she fiddled with the controls, praying the old equipment would still function. Static crackled through the speakers, a hopeful sign.
"Come on," Enterprise muttered, adjusting the dials. "Please work."
After a few tense moments, the static gave way to a faint signal. Enterprise's heart leaped with hope. "This is Enterprise, does anyone copy? We need immediate assistance."
Suddenly, the radio sparked and emitted a loud pop. Smoke began to rise from the device, and within moments, it burned out completely, leaving behind a faint smell of scorched metal and plastic.
Enterprise sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation in her voice. "I expected as much," she said, turning to Belfast. "It was a miracle this piece of equipment was even still here."
Belfast's face fell, the flicker of hope in her eyes dimming. "So, what do we do now?"
Enterprise gave a small, weary smile. "I thought we'd only find the old landline transmitter here. I just had to try the radio first, just in case."
She gestured to a dusty corner of the room where an old-fashioned telephone sat on a small table.
Enterprise eyed the old communication device sitting in the corner of the room. It wasn't a standard landline, but rather an old war communication cable device, its network running through a cable from the island where Base Horizon was located, to the mainland.
It was ancient technology, a relic, but it was their only hope. "Let's see if the landline still works."
Belfast nodded, a glimmer of determination returning to her eyes. "It's worth a shot."
They made their way to the landline, every step a reminder of their injuries.
Enterprise picked up the receiver, her hands trembling from the cold and exhaustion. She began to turn the crank, generating the necessary power to send a signal through the cable.
There was a moment of silence, then a faint dial tone.
"It's working," she whispered, a surge of hope filling her voice.
There was no response, only the faint crackle of static mixing with the dial tone. She continued to spin the crank, her heart sinking with each passing second. "Please respond."
Still, there was no answer. Enterprise glanced at Belfast, who was watching her with anxious eyes. "I don't think anyone is there," she said softly, a note of despair creeping into her voice.
"We can't give up," Belfast replied, her voice firm despite her exhaustion and pain. "Keep trying."
Enterprise nodded, her resolve hardening. She continued to turn the crank and listen in. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Enterprise's shoulders slumped, and she lowered the transceiver.
Her eyes filled with frustration and worry. "There's no one there," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "No one's picking up."
Belfast placed a comforting hand on Enterprise's arm, her eyes filled with sympathy.
Enterprise sat down on the dusty bench. Belfast settled beside her. The storm continued to rage outside, but within the walls of the old radio station, they found a small measure of comfort.
The air inside was cold and damp, and the relentless rain had soaked them to the bone.
Enterprise shivered uncontrollably, the cold seeping through her wet clothes. Belfast could feel the tremors through their shared contact. Despite her injuries, she turned her focus to Enterprise.
"You're freezing," Belfast said softly, her voice barely audible above the wind's howling outside. "We need to get you warm."
Enterprise nodded, her teeth chattering. "Everything I'm wearing is soaked."
Belfast's eyes softened with concern. "You need to get out of those wet clothes," she instructed gently. "I'll see if there's anything dry in the other rooms."
"Are you sure?" Enterprise asked, her voice trembling from the cold. "You're wounded too. I don't want you to overexert yourself."
Belfast managed a small, reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. We need to keep you from getting hypothermia. Now, start undressing while I look around. I won't be long."
Enterprise hesitated for a moment but then nodded, understanding the urgency. As Belfast slowly stood up, wincing from the pain in her side and leg, she turned and began to explore the small building, leaving Enterprise to undress.
The old radio station was from a past era, its walls lined with dusty equipment and forgotten furniture. Belfast moved through the dimly lit rooms, her movements slow and cautious. She checked every drawer and closet she came across, searching for anything that could help.
In the back room, she found a small, musty storage closet. Inside, there were a few old, moth-eaten blankets. They weren't in great condition, but they were dry.
Belfast gathered the blankets, clutching them tightly as she made her way back to Enterprise. When she returned to the main room, she found Enterprise in only underwear, shivering on the bench. Her clothes were hanging on an old cable coming from a wall.
"I found some dry things," Belfast said softly, draping one of the blankets around Enterprise's shoulders. "They're not the best, but they'll help."
Enterprise pulled the blanket tightly around herself, the warmth a welcome relief. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude.
Despite the blanket, Enterprise continued to shiver uncontrollably. Her skin was pale and her lips tinged with blue. Belfast reached out, her fingers brushing against the bandages wrapped around Enterprise's head. They were soaked, the blood slowly starting to seep through.
"Your head wound—it's bleeding again," Belfast whispered.
"I'm fine," Enterprise mumbled, her words slurred. "Just… cold."
"No," Belfast insisted, anger rising within her.
"You already lost too much blood! You're shivering uncontrollably! And you might already be hypothermic! Stop playing tough guy and let me help you!"
The enterprise turned her gaze onto Belfast. Despite the pain and weakness, she still managed to argue. "What are you saying, you're wounded too!"
Belfast's grip tightened on Enterprise's hand. "I can manage," she replied, her voice equally stubborn.
"But so can I!" Enterprise replied weakly.
"Yeah, I remember. But sometimes even the strongest ships need repairs. You've been pushing yourself too hard, just like I have." She gestured to her injuries. "We both need to take care of ourselves."
Enterprise hesitated, torn between duty and worry. "I… I suppose you're right," she admitted. "But…. But… iiiiit's hard, seeing you like this."
Belfast knelt beside her, her eyes filled with concern. "This isn't enough," she voiced her opinion. "We need to get you warm."
Without hesitation, Belfast began to remove her clothes.
Enterprise blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson. "Belfast," she stammered, "what… what are you doing?"
Belfast's expression softened, and she continued to strip. "We need to share body heat. It's the fastest way to warm you up."
"But…" Enterprise's mind raced. She was used to battle strategies, not intimate moments like this.
Once Belfast was down to her undergarments, she gently pulled Enterprise into her arms.
"Come here," Belfast whispered, her voice soft and soothing.
She hugged Enterprise tightly, their bodies pressed together. The warmth was immediate, but Belfast knew it wasn't enough. She wrapped the second blanket around them both, creating a cocoon of warmth.
Enterprise snuggled into Belfast, her shivering slowly subsiding. She rested her head on Belfast's shoulder, drawing comfort from her presence. "Thank you," she whispered.
Belfast tightened her embrace, her arms holding Enterprise securely. "We'll get through this."
They sat there on the bench, wrapped in the old blanket, their bodies entwined for warmth. The storm outside seemed distant now, a mere background noise to the quiet intimacy they shared. Despite their injuries and the cold, there was a sense of peace between them.
Belfast gently stroked Enterprise's hair, her touch soothing and reassuring. "Just rest," she whispered. "We'll be okay."
Enterprise nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she let the exhaustion take over. She trusted Belfast completely, knowing that as long as they were together, they could face anything.
The storm had finally begun to subside, its once relentless fury now reduced to a heavy rain. Inside the old radio station, the only sounds were the soft patter of raindrops on the roof and the occasional creak of the furniture.
Enterprise and Belfast lay entwined on the wooden floor, wrapped in their intimate embrace. Exhaustion had claimed them both, allowing them a few precious hours of rest.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar of lightning shattered the calm atmosphere. Enterprise jolted from her sleep. Her eyes snapped open, her heart racing as she instinctively scanned the room.
The dim light of early morning filtered through the cracks in the walls, casting an eerie glow over the dusty interior. The sun was already up, but its presence was hidden behind a thick layer of storm clouds.
Enterprise took a moment to collect herself, her breath steadying as she realized where she was. She glanced down at Belfast, who was still nestled against her, their bodies touching one another. Belfast's face was peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the turmoil they had endured.
For a moment, Enterprise allowed herself to simply watch Belfast, taking in the delicate features and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She felt a surge of protectiveness and gratitude. Despite everything, they were still together, still holding on.
Belfast stirred, her brow furrowing slightly before her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Enterprise, blinking sleepily. "Enterprise?" she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "What time is it?"
"It's morning," Enterprise replied softly, her voice carrying a warmth that belied their dire circumstances. "Around 6:30 I believe. The storm woke me."
Belfast yawned, stretching slightly but wincing as her injuries protested. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her eyes full of concern as she looked up at Enterprise.
"Better," Enterprise said, though she knew they were far from out of danger. "Warmer, thanks to you."
Belfast managed a small smile. "We needed to keep each other warm," she said simply as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Enterprise nodded, her expression softening. "Thank you."
They lay there for a few more minutes, drawing strength from each other's presence. The storm outside was no longer the all-consuming force it had been, but it still loomed.
Belfast glanced at Enterprise with a twinkle in her eye. "I have to admit," she began, a playful lilt in her voice, "I didn't expect our first night as a couple to be spent as fugitives inside your own base."
Enterprise chuckled, the sound a welcome break from the dire circumstances. "I'm pretty sure no one expects that."
Belfast raised an eyebrow, her smile turning mischievous. "Oh? And how do you know that? There might be someone out there who thinks it's kind of... hot. Just imagine it: two lovers, hunted and scared, yet still finding comfort in each other's embrace as they try to stay alive."
Belfast's comment hung in the air, and Enterprise couldn't help but push in a cheeky reply. "I don't have to imagine it," she said, her eyes meeting Belfast's. "I'm living it right now."
Belfast's eyes glistened with curiosity. "Oh? So, does that mean you like it?" she asked, her tone teasing but with a hint of genuine interest.
Enterprise squeaked, a soft, genuine sound that momentarily lightened the heavy atmosphere. "Well," she began, choosing her words carefully, "I suppose there's something undeniably intense about the situation. The danger, the closeness, the need to rely on each other completely. It does have a certain... appeal."
Belfast's smile widened, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I knew it," she said triumphantly, her tone still playful. "You think it's hot."
A wild Tomatoprise appeared.
Enterprise's cheeks flushed to a bright red color, but she met Belfast's gaze with a steady look. "I think what's 'hot' is how strong and brave you are," she replied earnestly.
Enterprise snuggled closer to Belfast, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. "Do you find it hot?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing.
Belfast let out a laugh, shaking her head. "God, no," she replied with a mock-serious tone. "I thought we'd have a few drinks, then I'd take you to bed in that beautiful dress and tear it down from you. That's what I imagined."
Enterprise let out a sigh of disappointment, feigning hurt. "Oof, I thought there for a second that you were into that stuff. Don't tease me like that!"
Belfast chuckled, her expression full of amusement. "Sorry to disappoint," she said, her tone light. "But honestly, this is not how I pictured our first night together. I had something a bit more... traditional in mind."
Enterprise smiled, her heart warmed by Belfast's words despite their situation. "Traditional, huh? Maybe once we get out of this mess, we can have that night you imagined."
Belfast's gaze of affection focused on her lover. "I'd like that," she whispered. "And I promise, no more teasing."
Enterprise laughed softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on Belfast's arm. "Deal," she said. "But for now, we'll just have to make the best of what we've got."
Belfast nodded, tightening her embrace around Enterprise. "As long as we're together, that's more than enough."
Belfast and Enterprise laid together. Their bodies fit perfectly, curves and edges aligning as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. Belfast's head rested on Enterprise's shoulder, her breath warm against Enterprise's skin.
Enterprise's fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing the contours of Belfast's arm. She marveled at the strength and grace hidden beneath the delicate facade. Belfast's eyes fluttered closed, savoring the touch, and Enterprise couldn't help but smile.
Hours passed. They lay snuggled together on the wooden floor, their bodies entwined for warmth. The sense of safety they found in each other's embrace allowed them to drift in and out of sleep.
The storm was a constant backdrop to their fitful slumber. But just as Enterprise began to settle into a deeper sleep, a loud crash shattered the relative calm. A piece of flying branch, driven by the intensifying storm, had smashed through one of the windows, sending shards of glass flying across the room.
Enterprise and Belfast jolted awake, their hearts racing as the wind and rain poured in through the broken window.
"Are you okay?" Enterprise asked. She looked worriedly at Belfast.
Belfast nodded, her eyes already scanning the room for a solution. "I'm fine. We need to barricade that window before the storm does more damage."
They stood up, their muscles stiff from the cold and the hard floor. Belfast quickly began to dress in her clothes.
Meanwhile, Enterprise checked her clothes, only to find them still soaked through.
"These are still wet," Enterprise said, frustration evident in her voice.
Belfast, now dressed, glanced over at her. "Here," she said, taking off her shirt and handing it to Enterprise. "Use this for now. It will at least keep you warm while we figure something out."
Enterprise hesitated for a moment, concern evident in her eyes. "But what about you? You'll be cold."
Belfast gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll manage. I have my raincoat."
She retrieved her raincoat and slipped it on over her underwear, securing it tightly around her.
Enterprise accepted the shirt gratefully, dressing herself. "Thank you," she voiced, her voice soft.
Belfast gave her a reassuring smile before turning her attention to the broken window. She looked around the room, spotting an old, sturdy table in the corner. "Help me with this."
Together, they lifted the heavy table and maneuvered it in front of the window, doing their best to block out the wind and rain. The table wasn't a perfect fit, but it provided some much-needed protection from the storm outside.
Once the table was in place, Enterprise began to pile other furniture and debris against it, creating a makeshift barricade.
Belfast stood by, her eyes scanning the room for anything else that might be useful. "This should hold for now," Enterprise said, stepping back to assess their work. "But we need to find a better solution soon."
With the makeshift barricade in place, Enterprise and Belfast took a moment to catch their breath. The storm continued to howl outside.
"Belfast," she said urgently, her gaze fixed on Belfast's side. "Your wound—it's bleeding."
Belfast looked down and saw the fresh blood seeping through her bandages.
"Sit down, I will take care of this."
Belfast sighed but complied, knowing better than to argue with Enterprise when she just a few hours earlier scolded her for the same thing. She sat down on the bench, leaning back against the wall. Enterprise quickly went to the supplies they had brought with them from the hospital.
She opened the backpack and rummaged through its contents, pulling out painkillers, bandages, and antiseptic.
"This might sting a bit," Enterprise warned as she opened the antiseptic. She gently lifted Belfast's shirt, undone the bandages to expose the wound, and carefully applied the antiseptic.
Belfast winced but didn't make a sound, her eyes fixed on Enterprise's concentrated expression.
"Hang in there," Enterprise said softly, her hands steady as she worked. She cleaned the wound thoroughly before applying a fresh bandage. "We need to keep this clean to prevent infection."
Belfast nodded, grateful for Enterprise's care. "Thank you."
Enterprise then handed Belfast a painkiller. "Take this. It will help with the pain."
Belfast took the pill and swallowed it. She leaned back, allowing the painkiller to take effect. "You should rest too," she said, her voice softer now. "You've been through a lot."
Enterprise shook her head. "Not until I know you're okay. Besides, we need to stay alert. Who knows what else might happen?"
"Enterprise, do you think they will find us here?" Belfast asked.
Enterprise took a moment, her eyes focused on her lover´s face. "It's very unlikely," she replied thoughtfully. "The storm is too severe. It would be incredibly difficult for anyone to navigate through it, let alone search for us."
Belfast broke the silence once more. "Enterprise, I understand that," she began, her voice tinged with concern, "what I meant earlier was more about whether George and the others are aware that this place exists. Do they know about the radio station?"
Enterprise considered the question, her brow furrowing slightly. "That's a good point," she said after a moment. "This station is pretty old and out of the way. It hasn't been in use for a long time, so it's possible they don't know about it."
Enterprise's expression grew serious. "You know," she began, "Drake did come out of one of the old hidden routes when we were watching the main hall. It's possible they scouted the base and its surroundings. And if they know about these old routes, they might know about the radio station as well."
Belfast absorbed Enterprise's words. "For now, the storm is working in our favor. It gives us time to rest and regroup."
"Given everything that's happened, I think it might be a good idea to summarize what we know so far," Belfast suggested. "It will help us figure out our next steps."
Enterprise nodded in agreement. "You're right. Let's start from the beginning."
Enterprise took a deep breath and began. "Our original mission was to gather intelligence about Iron Blood from Prinz Eugen. We suspected internal turmoil within Iron Blood, and we needed more information to understand the situation and possibly use it to aid the northern offensive. The plan was to use the gala as an opportunity to extract information from Eugen discreetly."
Belfast picked up the narrative. "We left the gala to head to the hill for a better atmosphere. That's when we heard the explosion. We received a secret message from Hornet warning us about a possible Siren attack, but also advising us to avoid the main hall."
Enterprise´s expression turned serious. "We returned to the base and spied on the gala hall from the outside. We saw the shipgirls, being captured and restrained."
Belfast continued, "We know for sure that Drake and King George V are involved. Drake attacked us directly, and we've seen King George V's interactions with the others, indicating her leadership in this coup. Richelieu's call before the attack also confirmed George's involvement."
Enterprise agreed, considering the possibilities. "The leader is most probably King George V," she said slowly. "But you mentioned that she was giving you mundane tasks, keeping you busy with trivial matters. Nearly to the point of you quitting the position."
When Enterprise suggested that Queen Elizabeth might be involved in the coup, Belfast's reaction was immediate and intense. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she pulled away, her voice rising rapidly.
"How can you say that!?" Belfast demanded, her tone sharp. "Queen Elizabeth has always been a steadfast leader and a symbol of unity. She would never betray us!"
Enterprise was taken aback by Belfast's sudden anger. "But we have to consider all possibilities, given the circumstances."
Belfast's hands clenched into fists. "You know as well as I do that Queen Elizabeth has always acted with honor and integrity. To suggest that she could be part of this betrayal is... it's unthinkable!"
Enterprise reached out, placing a gentle hand on Belfast's arm. "I understand how you feel…"
But Belfast's reaction was swift. She slapped Enterprise's hand away, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt.
"I can't believe you're even considering this," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Queen Elizabeth is like family to us. She's guided us through so many challenges. Accusing her without solid evidence feels like a betrayal in itself."
Belfast took a moment to compose herself, her anger slowly giving way to a more measured tone of voice.
"I'm sorry. It's just... we need to be thorough. If there's any chance she might be involved, we have to know. But for now, let's focus on what we can prove. We know King George V is involved, and we need to start there."
Belfast's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a heavy feeling of guilt. She took a deep breath and turned to Enterprise, her eyes softening. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, her voice filled with regret. "I shouldn't have slapped your hand away. It was wrong of me to act like that."
Enterprise shook her head. "Don't apologize. It was my fault anyway. I, of all people, should know that Queen Elizabeth has always been a good person. It's thanks to her that we met. She believed in the importance of unity and cooperation, and she brought us together because of that."
Belfast managed a small, grateful smile. "She did, didn't she? She saw something in both of us and believed we could achieve great things together."
Enterprise placed a reassuring hand on Belfast's shoulder, this time with no resistance. "Exactly. Let's not lose sight of that. We'll get to the bottom of this, but we need to keep our faith in the people we care about."
"Let's assume, for now, that King George V and her underlings are the only people behind this coup," Belfast said, her voice steady. "We know for certain that they are involved, and that's a good starting point."
Enterprise nodded. "Agreed. But we need to stay cautious. There might be others involved that we haven't identified yet."
Belfast sighed, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "It's hard to believe that such a coup could be pulled off without more support.
Enterprise leaned back slightly, her mind racing with possibilities. "Our immediate priority should be to find out more about their plans. We need to figure out what they're trying to achieve with this coup. Is it just about seizing power, or is there a connection to the northern operation?"
Belfast's expression turned pensive. "You think it has a connection to Iron Blood, don't you?"
"It's possible," Enterprise said, frowning. "Prince Eugen's sudden stationing here was very abrupt. There wasn't much notice or explanation. That alone raised some red flags for me."
Belfast considered Enterprise's words, her gaze narrowing. "You are right. It's suspicious that the moment you start investigating Prince Eugen, the betrayal occurs."
Enterprise nodded. "Exactly. If Iron Blood is behind this, their goal could be to destabilize our alliances from within. By supporting a coup, they create chaos and division, making it easier for them to advance their agenda."
Enterprise's eyes narrowed in thought as another realization struck her. "You know, this might also explain why Iron Blood didn't provide any support for the Northern Operation."
Belfast looked at her, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
Enterprise leaned forward, her voice steady and filled with determination. "Think about it. If Iron Blood is part of this coup, it makes sense that they would want to weaken our position in the Northern Parliament. By not providing support for the operation, they ensured that the Northern Parliament would be overwhelmed by the Sirens. This, in turn, would force the Northern Parliament to divert their resources away from their offensive against Iron Blood."
Belfast's eyes widened as she processed Enterprise's words. "Of course. If the Northern Parliament is tied up dealing with the Sirens, they can't focus on attacking Iron Blood. It's a strategic move to spread our forces thin and create chaos on multiple fronts."
Enterprise lay on the floor, wrapped in the blanket Belfast had provided. One question lingered in the air, nagging at the edges of her thoughts.
Enterprise said resolutely, breaking the silence. "There's just one more question. Why would King George V side with Iron Blood?"
Belfast, who had been keeping watch by the barricaded window, turned to look at Enterprise. She sighed, her brow furrowing in thought. "That's a good question. King George V has always been loyal to the Royal Navy.
Enterprise sat up, her eyes focused as she considered the possibilities. "It has to be something significant. A personal vendetta, perhaps? Or maybe she believes that Iron Blood can offer her something that the Royal Navy cannot."
Belfast shook her head, her expression pained. "I can't imagine what that would be. Power? Influence? Safety? None of it seems worth betraying everything we stand for."
Enterprise nodded, understanding Belfast's frustration. "It might not be that simple. King George V is intelligent and strategic. She must have a reason."
Belfast's eyes darkened with determination. "Whatever her reasons, we need to uncover them. Understanding her motives could be key to dismantling this conspiracy."
Enterprise agreed. "We should look for any clues that might shed light on her intentions. Communications, documents, anything that could give us insight into her thinking."
They sat in silence for a moment, the gravity of their mission sinking in. Despite the overwhelming odds, their bond pushed them further.
"We should rest while we can," Enterprise said finally. "We'll need all our strength for the challenges ahead."
Belfast shook her head, leaning back and looking out the window. "I'll keep watching for a while. You get some rest."
Enterprise lay down, pulling the blanket around her. She allowed herself to drift off, trusting Belfast to keep them safe.
Hours had passed, and it was time for them to switch watch shifts. Enterprise stirred from her fitful rest.
Belfast, who had been keeping watch, gently shook her awake. "Enterprise, it's your turn," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the storm's roar.
Enterprise nodded, sitting up and wrapping the blanket tightly around Belfast.
"Thanks, Belfast. Get some rest," she replied, her voice laced with gratitude.
Belfast gave her a small, reassuring smile before lying down on the makeshift bed. "Wake me if anything happens," she murmured, her eyes already closing.
As Belfast drifted off to sleep, Enterprise took her place by the barricaded window. She scanned the dark, stormy landscape, her mind racing with thoughts of their next steps.
The cold made her shiver, and she briefly considered lighting a fire. But without any source of heat or kindling, it was an impossible task.
She glanced at Belfast, who was now peacefully asleep. She made a decision.
The moment the rain weakened, they would leave for the base to gather supplies. They couldn't survive much longer without proper gear and resources.
Hours passed, and the storm gradually began to lose some of its intensity. The rain, while still heavy, started to taper off, signaling a brief respite from the worst of the weather. Enterprise decided it was time to wake Belfast.
She gently shook Belfast's shoulder, and the shipgirl stirred, blinking sleepily. "Enterprise?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
"The rain's starting to let up," Enterprise said quietly. "We need to take this chance to head back to the base.
Belfast nodded, fully waking up now. "You're right. We can't stay here much longer without supplies or a heat source." She sat up and began to stretch, shaking off the remnants of sleep.
Enterprise stood and checked her clothes, still damp. She put them on and wrapped the blanket around herself for added warmth. "We'll need to move quickly and carefully. If King George V's forces are patrolling the area, we can't risk getting caught."
Belfast agreed, her expression serious. "We'll stick to the shadows and avoid open areas. Our priority is to get what we need and get back here safely."
With their plan set, they prepared to leave the safety of the radio station. The storm might have lessened, but the danger was far from over.
Together, they stepped out into the rain, their senses alert and their movements cautious. The old radio station had provided them with a brief respite, but now it was time to face the next phase of their mission. They would gather the supplies they needed, uncover the truth behind the conspiracy, and fight to protect their home and comrades.
Back at the main hall
Vestal managed to stop the bleeding from Prinz Eugen's wounds, but the situation was dire. Eugen had lost too much blood, and it did not take long before her body began to convulse violently.
Prince of Wales knelt beside Eugen, her face etched with concern. "Stay with us, Eugen," she urged, her voice filled with desperation. She glanced at Vestal across the room, seeking guidance.
Vestal, her hands steady despite the chaos, barked instructions. "Wales, take your cape and put it under her head."
As Wales moved to follow Vestal's instructions, a sharp voice cut through the air. "That's enough!"
Monarch stepped forward, her eyes cold and unforgiving. "I've already warned you once. No more medical attention for this scum."
Wales looked up, defiance blazing in her eyes. "Monarch, she's dying. We can't just do nothing!"
Monarch's expression remained impassive. "Orders are orders. You've already been given leniency once. Do not push your luck."
Wales felt a surge of anger and frustration. She looked at Eugen, whose convulsions were growing more violent, and made a decision.
Wales looked up, meeting Monarch's gaze with defiance.
Wales quickly removed her cape and placed it under Eugen's head, doing her best to follow Vestal's earlier instructions without drawing too much attention. She whispered words of comfort to Eugen, trying to soothe her as best she could.
"Hang on, Eugen," Wales whispered. "I need you. Just hold on a little longer."
The atmosphere in the main hall grew increasingly tense as Monarch observed the interaction. Her eyes narrowed with displeasure at Wales's defiance. The storm's fury outside was nothing compared to the brewing storm within the hall.
Monarch stepped forward, her expression cold and unyielding. "Wales, I warned you not to provide any more medical attention."
Wales straightened, ready to face whatever punishment Monarch had in store for her. "I won't let her suffer," she replied, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her.
Monarch's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Is that so? You think you can disobey me without consequences?" She took a step closer, her presence intimidating.
Wales didn't back down. "You're a disgrace to the Royal Navy."
Monarch's face twisted with anger. She marched back to where Eugen and Wales were. "Enough! You might be prepared to take the punishment, but it's not you who will suffer."
With a swift motion, she grabbed Eugen, lifting her roughly. "If you insist on defying me, then let this be your final warning."
Wales' eyes widened in horror. "Monarch, stop this!" Wales pleaded, her voice breaking. "I´m sorry. You've made your point! Don't do this to her."
Monarch's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. "No, Wales. This is on you. Your defiance has brought us here. This is the last time. One more act of rebellion, and there will be no mercy."
Wales' heart pounded in her chest, her desperation clear. "Please, Monarch. If you have any shred of humanity left, let her go. Punish me instead."
Monarch's grip on Eugen tightened. "I warned you. I gave you chances. Now, it's time you learned the true cost of disobedience."
"No... please," Wales pleaded, her voice breaking.
She motioned to one of her guards, who stepped forward and roughly grabbed Eugen. Eugen, barely conscious, groaned in pain as the guard held her up.
Monarch leaned in close to Eugen, her voice a whisper that carried through the hall. "Let's see how much more you can take."
With a cruel grin, she stepped back, allowing her to deliver a vicious blow to Eugen's midsection. Eugen cried out in pain, her body convulsing as she struck her again.
"Stop this!" Wales cried, stepping forward, but another guard blocked her path, shoving her back.
Wales screamed, struggling against the guard holding her back. "No! Leave her alone!"
The other hostages watched in horror, powerless to intervene. Vestal's face was a mask of helpless fury, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Monarch watched the scene with satisfaction, her eyes never leaving Wales. "Remember this, Wales," she said coldly. "Any act of defiance will not go unpunished. And it won't be you who suffers. It'll be those you care about."
The beating continued, each blow eliciting a pained cry from Eugen. Wales's heart broke with every strike, tears streaming down her face. "Stop! Please, stop!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse with desperation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Monarch stopped. Eugen´s body collapsed to the ground.
Monarch turned to the hostages, her expression triumphant. "Let this be a lesson to all of you," she said, her voice ringing through the hall.
Wales, her heart heavy with guilt and anguish, tried to reach Eugen's side. She extended a trembling hand, but a guard roughly grabbed her arm, yanking her back.
"No," Wales cried out, struggling against the guard's grip. "Let me help her!"
Monarch's voice rang out, cold and commanding. "Throw her with the others."
The guard obeyed, dragging Wales across the hall and tossing her unceremoniously to the ground near the other hostages. Wales landed hard, the impact jarring her, but she quickly scrambled to her knees, her eyes never leaving Eugen's crumpled form.
Monarch stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the gathered hostages. "You are all becoming increasingly annoying," she said, her voice filled with disdain. "Chain them together. Let's ensure they understand their place."
The guards moved swiftly, pulling chains from a nearby crate and securing them around the hostages' wrists and ankles. The sound of metal clinking and clanging filled the hall as the chains were locked in place, binding the captives together.
Wales winced as the cold metal bit into her skin, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and resistance.
Once the chains were secured, the guards stepped back, leaving the hostages huddled together on the floor. Monarch surveyed the scene with a satisfied smile. "Now, perhaps you'll all remember to stay in line. Any further disobedience will be met with severe consequences."
Wales was devastated, her heart breaking into pieces as she watched Eugen's battered form. She had pushed Monarch too hard, and now Eugen was paying the price.
They had managed to stabilize her, to bring her back from the brink of death, only for Wales to thrust her lover back into life-threatening danger.
As Eugen's breathing remained shallow and labored, Wales sank to her knees, her hands trembling. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Eugen, the guilt consuming her.
"It's my fault," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I brought this on her. I should have listened. I should have been more careful."
Vestal, moved to kneel beside Wales. Her eyes were filled with a mix of compassion and determination. "This isn't your fault," she said, placing a comforting hand on Wales's shoulder. "You were just trying to help her. You were doing what anyone who loves someone would do."
Wales shook her head, her sobs growing more intense. "But I pushed too hard. And now Eugen is suffering because of it. How can I live with that?"
Vestal's grip on Wales's shoulder tightened, her voice firm but gentle. "You did what you thought was right. You couldn't stand by and watch her suffer. That doesn't make you responsible for what Monarch did. The blame lies with her, not you."
"But Eugen... she's in this state because of me."
Wales met Vestal´s gaze. "And we'll bring her back again. You have to believe that. You have to hold on to hope, for her sake and all of ours."
Wales nodded weakly, the weight of her guilt still heavy on her shoulders. She glanced back at Eugen, whose face was pale and drawn but still fighting.
"I won't give up on her," Wales whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "I'll do whatever it takes to help her, to make this right."