Vasilyev looked through the windows of the bridge, staring out at the vast expanse of water. Grey clouds turned the water a deep blue as the Admiral Nakhimov, the ship they were on, sailed through the waves.

"Is there any particular reason you want me up here, Captain Volkov." Vasilyev asked the former New Russian Federation Captain next to him. Truthfully, neither liked the other, but they got along for the sake of efficiency and survival.

For the past sixteen hours.

"There is, I assure you." The Captain replied to Vasilyev's comment. "We are attempting to triangulate the other UHF signals out there, and contact them. You will come in handy in the event that we establish contact with an American or Russian Federation unit."

"Right. Because we were most certainly not fighting a war before everyone was... Teleported here." Vasilyev noted dryly.

"Wars are fought for a reason." Volkov said to Vasilyev, "Our reason ended the moment we were sunk, and awoke to... This." The Captain gestured out to the sea, and the hint of land to their right, to the east.

"Captain! Our radios have detected a High Frequency signal from an airborne source, fifty miles to the west!" One of the crewmen at a console burst out.

Both Volkov and Vasilyev walked over to the display, which showed a clear signal emitting from a point to their west. The crewman worked frantically as he synced up the radios to decrypt the message.

"-nknown radar return to our east! This is US Navy flight Juliet-One-One out of the Gerald R. Ford. Acknowledge now. Unknown radar return..."

Vasilyev quickly turned on his 'Net' unit radio, opening a connection to the American Sergeant, who was current three decks below.

"Sergeant Anderson." Vasilyev said in English, remembering the American's name. "Get up to the bridge as fast as possible. We have contact with an American unit, and you're an American."

"Right." Came the deadpan reply. "Thanks for the heads-up."

"Captain Volkov." Vasilyev said to the NRF Captain. "Have you brought our 'Net' units in sync with the ship?"

"Hold on for a moment, Lieutenant." The Captain said, stressing Vasilyev's rank. "I will tell our EW Officer to patch you in."

Volkov turned to talk to another man at the other side of the room as Vasilyev notified the rest of the squad to gear up and get ready.

"Thank god." Petrov said. "These ponies are annoying as hell. Not only do they have to stay in the room, they have to talk our ears off while they do it, and the worst part of it is that most of us understand them. Novikov and Bogdanov are lucky bastards: They don't understand English, and ignorance of it is bliss right now."

"Just get up here." Vasilyev said, sighing at the Sergeant's antics.

Suddenly, an icon popped up in the corner on his 'Net' unit. It read Связывание Группу Адмирал Нахимов. Seconds later, a wealth of information showed up on his 'Net' glasses, from the armament of the ship, to the number of crew it had. This included a link to the ship's radio, as well as the images from their radar.

"Captain!" An ensign manning a console said. "Aircraft has been identified as an E-2C Hawkeye Airborne Radar. Radio link is open, Lieutenant, patching through."

With that, Vasilyev started to talk, just as Sergeant Anderson enter the room.

"United States aircraft, this is Lieutenant Vasilyev of the Russian Federation. Can you hear me?"

After a short pause, a voice spoke up. "Rodger that, Lieutenant. What is your location?"

"We are current on the New Russian Federation ship Admiral Nakhimov. My team, as well as a squad of your Marines, are also aboard. To whom am I speaking?" Vasilyev asked.

"This is Captain Henderson from the USS Gerald R. Ford." A new voice said. "We've been sailing for two weeks, and we have no sighting of anyone else, or satellite signal. What the hell is going on, Lieutenant?" 'Captain Henderson' demanded.

"This is Captain 1st Rank Volkov of the NRFN Admiral Nakhimov. We are currently trying to piece that together ourselves. We also have Ultra High Frequency and Very High Frequency signals from a variety of directions. Do you copy?"

"We copy." The voice said a moment later. "Our main radio mast was broken when we found ourselves here. A pretty damn massive explosion occurred beforehand, so we can guess that was the cause. We are communicating through our secondary radio mast and boosting the signal through the E-2C. Do you mind meeting us in the middle here? Also, can we speak to the Marines aboard?"

"We are not opposed to such a venture." Volkov said. "As for the Marines..."

"This is First Sergeant Anderson of the United States Marine Corps." The American spoke up. "We are currently in an entirely different world here, gentlemen. We'll brief you at the meeting. Anderson out."

"Rodger that, Marines. And Captain Volkov: We'll meet you at the current E-2C orbit position." Volkov motioned to a technician, who started plotting a course where the radar return currently was. "Out."

The radio went off as the rest of the Russian and American teams finished downloading the conversation, shifting through it as they waiting in their rooms.

"Ok everyone, good work!" Volkov said through an intercom throughout the ship. "We will continue to make contact with any other forces in the area. Now jump to it!"

After Vasilyev finished translating that for Sergeant Anderson, the Russian Lieutenant prepared himself for a long day as the crew started to locate a second signal.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait. School, life, and Steam have all come together to give me a massive kick in the ass. I'll still be writing: The next chapter should be out pretty soon.