Foxtrot

February 24, 2019 - Kii Channel - U.S.S. Pegasus/Las Vegas

I woke up with my ass obliterated, and I was nearly choked out by my own dog tags. Good thing that I don't suffer from sea sickness...that's until November shares his meal like mama bird. It triggers me to share the MREs I've eaten over sea. I tried to eat my food without thinking about it, again, it's too hard not to.

About our traveling status, turns out, I've been asleep for just the right amount of time to be at the Kii Channel. We aren't too far from the Osaka Bay. However, the rest of the fleet has contacted us about their travels, they were ambushed several times along the clearing. This put them back significantly, and forces us to wait. Our route was much more safer than expected, but we know better than to travel the Sea of Japan. Our asses would be teared up without a doubt, and it would take to long to come back around and join the fleet.

As we waited up to seven o'clock, the fleet had finally arrived, and they had a surprise for us as well. They were joined by the United Kingdom with their HMS Queen Elizabeth, South Korea with the last of their ships, and Japan with the last of their self-defense fleet as well. It looked like the entire Pacific Command had purchased more ships than usual.

"Foxtrot," the Captain says.

"Speaking," I said.

"I hope you're ready to command three hundred ships to put an end to those clowns."

"Let's set  their asses on fire, and set these nations free."

The sun was descending very quickly at this time of day, what worried me the most was the furious storm that began to rage on. The

Night was already arriving as we finally reach Osaka Bay. The sun sets beyond the buildings of the city and mountains. Suddenly, a cruise missile shoots out and misses the Vegas by a couple feet. As the extremist's ships became visible, it began to rain fiery Hell upon us all. Ships had already began sinking around us, and the flames what kept the bay lit.

"Shit!" Echo yells. "November, get your ass to the big gun!"

November goes straight to the console, and rapidly fires at enemy ships around the bay. Delta too sent out fire support using one of our drones. ISIS went from dominating, to getting an ass whipping. Though we may be taking control, they had support along the way. The bay became an explosive playground for us and our rivals.

"The Osaka Bay is starting to look like something made by Michael Bay!" I yelled at Echo.

We have our laughs during battle, not knowing if it would be our last.

Our ship was already running low on shells to fire. Delta checked the cargo bridge as I took control of the drone. The drone had sunk four ships and shot down three helicopters, but it seemed as if they were endlessly regenerating on the other side of the cities. Suddenly, cruise missiles shot out from Osaka, and damaged the tower of SSBN  Los Angeles. As the ships came closer to ours, our very last shell that we could find was fired. The battleship that was about to destroy the Pegasus went up into a ball of flames, but its flames were quickly controlled by the storm, which has been getting belligerent.

The storm then began to rage on, and threw the Pegasus out of control. The ships damage console was loading up a shit ton of errors, this began to worry us. The ship then began to swirl around with its nose pointed towards an origin within the bay as if we were going down a whirlpool. Surprisingly they have missed every shot they took at the Pegasus, not even the Las Vegas took damage. We are in a happy-terrified mood as the ship began to go underwater, then we were thrown around the control room simultaneously.

Whenever I was able to look through the windows, I couldn't see a thing. There was a mist in the air that completely obstructed our view, but my attention was quickly turned as I had gained control of myself in the whirlpool of Hell. I held onto the control box of the radio system and I could clearly see that November and Delta had been knocked out. Echo grabbed onto a pipeline, but lost his grip and got thrown towards the window. I look as the water began to cover the ship, but my attention goes to the radio, as I receive a transmission coming straight to us.

"Pegasus!" the captain yells through the microphone. "Do you read me?"

The captain repeats the question as we were still being tossed around. His voice was breaking up from connection, and lightning struck every part of the bay. We went under with the last vision of ships sinking, then darkness. When will I wake? I think to myself. Where will I wake?