"Where's the machine gun ammo?!"
"Watch out for grenades!"
"Casualties are piling up, where's the medics?!"
USS San Diego, a Shipgirl of the United States Navy walked past several barricades set up by the 25th Infantry Division. She was assigned as a liaison officer between the Navy and the Army.
She saw dozens of black-armored soldiers storming their barricades with several tank-like vehicles, but the tanks seemed to float and did not touch the ground.
Some of the Soldiers used automatic rifles in the form of M1918 BARs and provided cover fire, so that some of the wounded soldiers could be brought to the rear. San Diego stopped at one of the 25th Soldiers and asked.
"Soldiers, where are your superiors?" San Diego asked.
"Lieutenant is at the front of the barricade!"
"Thank you soldier, Godspeed!" San Diego then ran while lowering her body, careful not to get hit by the Siren Infantry.
Siren's Infantry Unit was one of the newest editions that humanity had faced in recent years. First encountered by the Red Army near the Kamchatka region, this black-armored Infantry Unit became a terrifying scourge to all human Infantry. The armor they wore was strong enough to withstand many bullets before breaking down completely and they used a Plasma Rifle that could tire out armored units.
Moreover, Siren's Infantry Unit is supported by their Tank codenamed "Scorpion" because it has a form similar to a scorpion. Their 90mm Plasma Cannon can penetrate almost any material.
San Diego finally arrived at the location of the Lieutenant in charge of this defense line, there were several Soldiers of the 25th laying down while firing everything they had at the Siren's Infantry. Several Soldiers of the 25th carried a black tube on their shoulders, before finally a rocket from each tube carried by the soldiers launched and hit the target.
However, the armor of Siren's Scorpion Tank proved to be too strong and retaliated with a barrage of plasma machine gun fire that took out several Soldiers of the 25th in a gruesome manner.
"Lieutenant! This is the USS San Diego, how can I help you?" San Diego shouted.
Several Soldiers of the 25th looked towards San Diego before one of them finally answered. "Lieutenant is dead! That's all there is of him!"
San Diego looked in the direction the Soldier was pointing and there was a pair of boots with the leg cut off at the calf, the scar from the leg burning.
"That's... Who is the highest rank here?" San Diego asked.
"Uhmm... Madam, you." Said the soldier hesitantly.
"... Soldier, what is your rank?" San Diego asked grimly.
"Private First Class, ma'am." The Private replied.
"Private, gather all the soldiers here and prepare to retreat, you lead them to retreat. I need at least five soldiers to stay with me here to hold them while you retreat, can you do that?" Asked San Diego.
"I will, ma'am, but you should come with us, if compared to the rest of us, we are expendable, you are not." Said the Private quietly.
The few Soldiers of the 25th who heard that nodded their heads. They had seen how big a role shipgirls played in this war against aliens, 1000 soldiers could be thrown away if it was to save one shipgirl, that was just basic math at its core.
"For me, no... To us, Shipgirls, you are just as important as our role. To me personally none of you are worth sacrificing, Private, please get rid of that kind of thinking, no Shipgirl wants to sacrifice a human life if that life can be saved, remember that." San Diego knew that she had always been cheerful and a laughing stock for other men and shipgirls, but she could be serious if the situation was urgent.
"Thank you, ma'am... Everyone, retreat slowly! Prioritize the wounded to retreat!" The Private said.
They began to retreat, leaving San Diego and the five volunteer soldiers of the 25th to distract the Siren Invasion Force.
San Diego summoned her rigging, the 25th soldiers looked at San Diego in amazement, this was the first time the soldiers had seen a shipgirl call their rigging. San Diego took aim at one of the Scorpion Tanks and she immediately destroyed it with her 127mm main cannon.
The Scorpion Tank withstood the first three shots, but was destroyed by the fourth and the followed up attack. After the first target was destroyed, San Diego continued to target other tanks. Five soldiers from the 25th immediately gave San Diego covering fire to keep Siren's Infantry from targeting her.
"Mrs. San Diego, the dropships are approaching!" Reported one of the soldiers.
Sure enough, 5 Siren's Dropships arrived and each of them carried one Tank and 80 Siren's Infantry. Siren's Dropship has a fairly simple design, having a rectangular shape of about 15 meters long and 5 meters wide. It has four engines mounted on the front and back of the Dropship left and right of the engine placement.
San Diego used her main cannon and took down one of the Dropships that was in the process of landing a Scorpion Tank. The other Dropships retaliated with a terrifying spray of Plasma Machine Guns.
"We're pinned down here!"
"Mrs. San Diego! This seems like a good time to retreat!" Said one of the soldiers.
San Diego had a better look at the situation, Siren's infantry had landed more and more, it seemed that her friends had failed to deter their invasion force.
"Retreat slowly, don't let them take the opportunity to advance!" San Diego's main cannon once again roared and destroyed one of the tanks. San Diego's Anti-Air Weapons barked into the sky, dropping two Dropships and a Siren Fighter that was black in color and had forward-swept wing.
Just as San Diego was about to contact Nevada for artillery support, someone suddenly contacted San Diego on her radio.
"Am I speaking to the USS San Diego?!" The melodic, mature voice was familiar to San Diego.
"You are... Ah! Miss Zumwalt! Why all of a sudden? I'm a little busy right now." Said San Diego, who finally remembered who the voice belonged to.
"I'm sorry, I just contacted Mrs. Nevada and I'm requesting her cooperation... In short, all the 'shipgirls' on the Base will focus on attacking their Fleet, I will provide ground support fire." Zumwalt replied at length.
"I'm glad to hear that, but i thought you don't have any weapons?" Said San Diego who remembered the appearance of Zumwalt's ship.
"Appearances can be deceiving, Lil Sandy, San Francisco is currently heading to your place as reinforcements, hang on and give me the coordinates of the firing location." Zumwalt said.
"Understood! Can you please hit their troops near that row of shops? About 900 meters in front of me." Said San Diego who estimated the distance.
"Target received. Target marked. This will be a danger close attack... Sending... Brace for impact!"
A few seconds passed, San Diego did hear in the distance the faint sound of cannon fire. Not long after, San Diego seemed to hear the rumbling sound of a train speeding over her head and whatever it was that Mrs. Zumwalt was firing? It's hit accurately. Not only that, the shockwave from the explosion knocked out several soldiers from the 25th who were with San Diego. Meanwhile, San Diego herself felt her body float for a moment before being blown away.
"What the hell was that?!"
"For God's sake!"
"It felt like a train fell from the sky."
"So this is Mrs. Zumwalt's power." San Diego said in astonishment.
The Siren Infantrymen who were in the area near the explosive attack, looked bewildered and disoriented. Before finally several Snipers that the 25th had placed on top of the buildings attacked them, managing to take down at least 7 Infantry before the others finally came to their senses and went back into hiding in the form of their former tank carcasses or the ruins of buildings.
"The second wave is coming, prepare for impact!" Zumwalt shouted in San Diego's ear.
"Oh shoot! Everyone, on the ground, now!" San Diego immediately jumped up and got down on the ground, as did the few 25th soldiers with her.
Exactly 5 seconds after the warning, the same attack as before hit the Siren's Infantry hideout but this time San Diego felt that the attack was much heavier.
"Friendlies coming from your six." Zumwalt said over the radio.
San Diego, who had managed to get rid of the dizziness in her head, looked back and there were several armored vehicles in the form of M3 Halftracks along with dozens of Infantry from the 25th Division coming and replenishing the barricade. San Francisco, who was riding in one of the Halftracks, went straight to San Diego and checked her body.
"Sandy, are you okay?" San Francisco asked with concern.
"Yes... It's just that the impact of Mrs. Zumwalt's attack really exceeded my expectations." San Diego said with a crisp laugh.
"Haha! Isn't that right? Even I was surprised when Madame Zumwalt's cannon roared and her projectiles moved through the air, like a moving train." San Francisco laughed.
After they finished talking and San Francisco made sure San Diego was unharmed, they were approached by a Sergeant Major from the 25th.
"Miss Francisco, Miss Sandy, we have orders to support you." Said the Sergeant Major firmly.
"Of course Sergeant, are we going to start the offensive now?" Asked Francisco who took over the reins, much to San Diego's relief.
"Yes, Miss Francisco. The Marine elements have already gathered and are attacking from the North with the remaining air support from the Air Base, half of the 25th is tasked with attacking the enemy invasion units to the south, the other half of us are tasked with taking this city back." Reported the Sergeant Major.
"Understood, is your strike force ready?" Asked Sandy.
"Our Strike Force is waiting for an opening to attack, currently the Colonel has not dared to make a frontal attack because of the enemy armored units." Said the Sergeant Major with a frown.
"Understandable, compared to them, our Armored Units are just little ants. Sergeant Major, I will request a support attack from Mrs. Zumwalt, then we will take care of their tanks, can you use that opportunity to take out the Siren Infantry over there." Francisco also pointed towards the row of buildings that were devastated by the previous attack by Zumwalt.
"I understand. Boys! Get ready for battle, do you want to lose to the Marines?!"
"No, sir!" Shouted the soldier from the 25th.
"Looks like I've gone deaf... Because I only hear bunch of pussies talking and not men!"
This time the soldiers answered more vigorously and loudly. "No, sir!"
"Good! Ladies, you now have soldiers who are willing to commit suicide bombings if told to." Said the Sergeant Major with a grin.
"Ahahaha... Well, Mrs. Zumwalt, can you hear me?" Asked Francisco over the radio.
"Loud and clear, Francis." Zumwalt replied.
"I request a saturation attack then focus fire on the Plaza, got some intel that the place is their temporary command center." Francisco said over the radio.
"Solid Copy, watch out for impact." Zumwalt replied briefly.
Francisco and Sandy then got ready along with the soldiers of the 25th led by the Sergeant Major. They then heard a rumble from the sky like a train, moments later there were many explosions at the position of the enemy defense line and the location of their possible temporary command base.
The Halftracks advanced accompanied by the soldiers on the left and right sides of the Halftracks. Sandy was on the frontmost Halftrack while Francisco was in the center.
Sandy spotted several enemy tanks and immediately destroyed them with her main cannon, the Halftrack's machine guns opened fire towards the ruins, not only the Halftrack, Sandy's anti-air weapons showered the Siren Infantry's hiding positions with hot lead.
"Squad 1, spread out and push them from the right! Squad 2, support them! Watch out for their Plasma attacks!" The Sergeant Major deftly gave orders to his men.
The 25th Squad and Two shipgirls managed to take over the command base while the Sirens secured tons of intel and information on their extraterrestrial enemies. The Zumwalt's deadly long-range Naval artillery really helped the operation.
Not only did it help Sandy and Francisco secure the site, it also provided fire support to American ground units as well as Marine elements in their mission to wipe out any Siren forces that landed. This was one of the most glorious victories for Mankind, especially the United States.
They had always focused on the Navy, until when the Siren ground units appeared and caused chaos on the West coast of America, the Army had difficulty in blocking the Siren ground invasion.
It took more than 2 full months of fighting to completely wipe out the Siren ground forces because the American Army was relatively lagging behind as the defense budget was all devoted to the Navy and Coast Guard. But now since the battle on Oahu, they had confidence of victory against the Sirens. Morale was really high.
"Well, that was pretty anticlimactic." Commented Francisco, who was sitting in one of the wooden boxes where the goods were stored.
"Yeah, I thought they'd put up a bigger fight." Sandy nodded her head and looked up at the sky where there were several fighter planes with the logo of the Naval Air Corps.
"Maybe because their support fleet was defeated by our friends?" Francisco said offering her idea.
"Yes, it's possible." Sandy chuckled.
A Jeep arrived and the driver was Cleveland. "Hey Francis and Sandy, come on up, you girls being waited at the base!"
"Ah, okay!" Sandy hurried up, while Francisco looked at the Sergeant Major of the 25th with her usual smile.
"You guys fought very well, enjoy this victory for you, okay?" Francisco then climbed in and the Jeep drove straight back to the shipgirl base.
The Sergeant Major smiled along with his other men as they waved their hands. The Sergeant Major then widened his eyes. "Oh shit, I forgot to introduce myself! Oh well, maybe next time."
Joint base Pearl Harbor-Hickam, Oahu, Hawaii.
Sector KAN-SEN.
Zumwalt let out a long sigh and took off the VIZ goggles she was using, thanks to that gadget she was able to land accurate shots by utilizing her last Drone as a scout. Zumwalt fixed her messy blonde hair a little and then she exited the bridge.
On the deck of her ship were several Marines standing guard with their rifles, they had been assigned by Nevada to guard Zumwalt who was focused on supporting their comrades on the front line from the Siren's surprise attack, but that didn't seem to be the case.
"Everyone, Good job." Zumwalt said with a smile.
A Corporal of the squad leader guarding Zumwalt then spoke in a happy tone. "We love working for you, ma'am, the shots you took today saved so many of our brothers and sisters on the front lines, this is the least we can do to thank you."
All the Marines under the Corporal nodded their heads, they were still upset at not being able to help their brothers in North Hawaii, but at least they could help Zumwalt by creating a security perimeter.
Zumwalt kept smiling. "Hahaha alright then... But it looks like we should still get back to work."
They all then followed the direction Zumwalt was looking and realized that several storage warehouses were still on fire, most of them were ammunition warehouses and this was still continuing from this morning.
"Oh shit... I forgot that there was a fire going on." Said the Corporal.
"Yeah, so am I, let's help them put out the fire and then have dinner, shall we?" Zumwalt smiled at the sight of the Marines who immediately disembarked from the hull of her ship and helped the dockworkers and other sailors to put out the fire.
Zumwalt also helped by mobilizing a dozen SAFFIR units on her ship to help extinguish fires more safely, not only SAFFIR had a human shape, but there was also a Spider-shaped one to make it easier to maneuver in various terrains.
Zumwalt watched from a distance with satisfaction and then looked around. Everything looks very old, so this is really another world. Zumwalt thought.
Then she saw Nevada coming towards her with a middle-aged man in a cream-colored Naval Officer's outfit. He was Admiral Husband E. Kimmel, Commander-in-chief of the Pacific Fleet. For now.
"Nevada, Sir." Zumwalt immediately saluted Nevada and Kimmel.
They both saluted Zumwalt back. Then Kimmel said. "Mrs. Zumwalt, I've heard just about everything Nevada has to say and frankly, I'm pleased and proud of you, even though you're from America on the other side of the world, but yet, you still willing to be Uncle Sam in these testing times."
"Of course, Admiral, there is no way I would let Hawaii fall into enemy hands, not again, not if I can help it." Zumwalt replied firmly.
"And you're doing a very good damn job of it, I'm sorry if Nevada had to detain you, but I hope you understand why we're doing it." Kimmel said.
"Of course, Admiral, I understand, I would do that too for the safety of others." Zumwalt smiled at Nevada who nodded her head.
"If I had the authority, Mrs. Zumwalt, I would give you a medal right away, but we are in a very chaotic time right now and communication with the mainland is still down, please help us out for the time being, Mrs. Zumwalt." Kimmel pleaded.
"Yes, Admiral, I will continue to help Uncle Sam even in another world." Zumwalt said firmly.
Zumwalt and Kimmel then shook hands, this was captured by a photographer present from a nearby journalist agency who wanted to capture moments at Pearl Harbor for future generations.
900 kilometers north of Hawaii.
A gigantic 332-meter-long ship drifts in the vast ocean without power, the United States flag flying proudly on its mast. On its deck were many black aircraft, one of the most advanced and deadly aircraft in the modern world but with many complications, the F-35.
On her island was the number CVN-77 and she thirsted for Some sweet, sweet revenge.
TBC.