Fragile (Slow Updates)

Chapter 3: December 7th again. But it's September?

As he sprinted down the hallways of the administration building, he passed many shell-shocked Commanders who were surprised by the sudden attack. They rushed to their offices, clearly unprepared for the situation. To be honest, no one had ever expected Azur Lane to be attacked. With the halls crowded, the Sous-lieutenant had to use his arms to push people out of the way or, as a last resort, hit them with his Famas Valorisé.

Finally getting through the crowd he linked up with his four subordinates and a few other hybrids in the docks who were in the thick of it with their rigging equipped and firing away at any Siren fighter that came into view as cannon and missile fire littered the air with brass casings hitting the concrete at a constant rate.

"Give me a SITREP (Situation Report)!" Ordered Sous-lieutenant Vogel as he summoned his rigging which monstered over anyone else's as he fired off every anti-air weapon at any Siren fighter that happened to be unlucky enough to be caught in his crosshairs as well as launched a handful of F-8E (FN) Crusaders armed with Matra Magic air-to-air missiles or with iron sight bombs to confront the enemy fleet.

"We're holding and this seems to be the last of them." Answered Cpt. Ashly as she fired off two RIM-2 Terrier surface-to-air missiles at an incoming fighter. With the other performing similar actions with their anti-air weapons but Cpt. White was a different story as she also fired her M249 into any Siren fighter that passed overhead.

"I see, maintain air superiority and prevent them from sinking or damaging another ship." He ordered before shifting his sights onto the additional soldiers fighting alongside them. "Brit lunch two flights of Sea Harriers! A flight while focusing on anti-shipping and B flight will cover!" The Sous-lieutenant ordered a Caucasian female soldier in her mid twenties with pinkish blond hair and emerald eyes. She wore a Multi-Terrain Pattern camo uniform with the British flag on her left arm, a Royal Marine Command patch on her right. Her outfit included the standard-issue British armed forces helmet, plate carrier, and belt, all in the same Multi-Terrain Pattern camo. Completing her gear, she wore tan gloves and boots and had a black digital watch on her left wrist. As for her armament, she carried an L85A3 equipped with an ELCAN SpecterOS 4x and Close Quarter Battle sight, along with a foregrip. Additionally, she had an L131A1 (Glock 17) handgun holstered for close encounters.

"Yes sir!" She shouted back while focusing her attention onto launching two flights of four Sea harriers.

With that he turned his sights on a JTAC operator. "JTAC coordinated all friendly strike aircraft onto the siren fleet!" The Sous-lieutenant ordered.

"Copy that and here comes the boom!" A young Caucasian woman in her early twenties, with blond hair and sky-blue eyes, responded with a smile as the four Sea Harriers and several Crusaders unloaded their ordnance onto multiple enemy ships. Upon closer observation, he noticed she was dressed in a grey hoodie with a JTAC patch on her right shoulder, multi-terrain camo pants, a plate carrier, helmet, gloves, and tan boots. Her primary weapon, a black M4A1 Block II, was equipped with an EoTech Holographic sight with a magnifier, flashlight, and angled foregrip, securely slung around her body. She held the assault rifle firmly in her right hand while maintaining contact with her radio using her left hand. As a backup, she had a tan M17 handgun holstered on her right leg.

With some pressure relieved he observed the battlefield through his rifle scope eyes landing on the Siren carrier causing all the mayhem. "Cpt. King, how far do you think that carrier is?" Asked the Sous-lieutenant as he trained one of his 16" (406mm) hybrid electromagnetic accelerator gun's in the general direction.

"About 2.5 kilometers out." She answered while looking down her sniper scope and making the correct adjustments to account for all the variables.

"Thanks." He replied as he adjusted the guns before unleashing a devastating volley. Several loud booms filled the air as three 2,700 pound (1,200 kg) APCBC (Armour Piercing, Capped, Ballistic Capped) Mark 8 shells flew effortlessly through the air cutting into the deck and hull of the siren aircraft carrier as it got consumed in heavy flames and thick black smoke. With his five bomb equipped Crusaders unloaded into several Siren battleships and heavy cruisers.