“Captain, we’re nearing the location now.”
“Are all guns ready?”
“Sir yes sir.”
“Contact the other Guild ships and alarm them. Twelve Sixteen Inch guns are about to lay waste to those poor bastards. This is what they’ll get for fucking with us with this shitty magic.”
“Sir yes sir. To all ships within the vicinity, be warned that Spirit of Fire will be firing all of her guns. To those on our West, Two-Two-Zero. Advised to keep a five hundred meter distance.”
A ring then came to the bridge.
“GUN ONE TO FOUR, ALL READY!”
“Captain.”
“Fire!”
A piano of twelve 406mm inch guns fired, the tidal wave of momentum was so powerful that the Montana Class Battleship moved a few inches to its right. A radio transmission then came blaring in from a Nimitz Supercarrier named Bebop.
“Temper, Temper.”
F/A-18s fly over them. Firing rockets miles from its target as Tomahawks fired from distant Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers along with Kalibrs from Buyan Corvettes.
“Phoenix to Spirit of Fire, all shells landed. BDA is ninety. Move up fifty meters.”
“Copy Phoenix, adjusting guns now.”
As another crescendo of shells are hulled into the Demon Continent and mass amounts of armaments are being laid. The Captain of the Spirit of Fire looks into the Drone Cam and could see the entire combined arms of Artillery, Cruise Missiles, Air Strikes and the Battleships shaved the forest and he could see bits and pieces of the Rogues being thrown up into the air.
Massive shaking then followed as more shells from the main guns are fired.
“Travel time is One minute and thirty seconds Phoenix, sit tight.”
“Copy Spirit. It’s not like there’s much to be seen anyways.”
“GUN ONE READY!”
“Copy Phoenix, alert us if they try anymore.”
“Roger, just how many of these bastards are there?”
Their faces light up as more explosions are seen in the live feed.
“So this is what modern warfare feels like. Chief Mate, after firing all of our salvos, flank speed to Five Zero. Call up Boreal Valley and Boulder, have them link up with us in a tight formation as we make our round.”
“Sir yes sir.”
“Course planned sir!”
“Good, finish the salvos and let’s get out of here. Also, give me a Chart Datum.”
Within the next twenty minutes, the Spirit of Fire relentlessly hammered the continent with her guns. The Werewolves and Horsemen couldn’t do anything as the 406mm shells destroyed anything they tried to send to the Port Town. So many weapons were being used that even miles from the shoreline, they could see the large patch of gray soil and dead tall trees as a massive fire rages on.
The Montana class with two Arleigh Burke Destroyers started steaming forward from the contested open water. While the other ships remained to continue hammering the continent. The Captain knows how precious their shells are as only two ships in their entire arsenal use 406mm. The 921ft long battleship dwarfs everything, including the three Iowa’s present on the bombardment. The Nimitz supercarrier Bebop sends them a final message through its spotlight. Reading “Come back again!” as they pass its bow.
Spirit of Fire then replies with “Good service!” and the massive battleship disappears into the horizon as their weapons keep on hammering the continent. Razing more and more of the forest and the Rogues.
“Phoenix, you're now in Aid to Navigation.”
“Copy. If I scream, it’s probably that rumored Kraken that sank that Japanese Destroyer.”
“Ahahahaha, keep it chill Phoenix. We have enough guns here to lay waste to an entire Nation.”
“Boulder to Spirit of Fire, I think we should try moving further up North.”
“True North Boulder?”
“Confirm, True North.”
“We’ll look into it. We’ve been firing shells for over two days now. We’re down in munitions.”
“Roger Spirit of Fire, move that big ass thing to the Cape of Good Faith and restock.”
“If enough shells have arrived Boulder. We might be calling another vacation.”
“Hah! The women here are all halflings. I prefer the Elves!”
“Chief Mate, tell them to shut up already.”
“Getting bad memories Captain?”
“Just remind me not to drink that Sungrip beer or whatever and challenge a Wolfgirl to bed.”
“I heard the entire second floor was shaking from how bad it was.”
“I still couldn’t move properly to this day… and we’ve been at sea for over a week now.”
“But she was built like a tank though. I never knew a woman could have that much muscles and you, Captain, being drunk enough to actually survive that night.”
“Don’t remind me please.”
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Soon, the Sun was slowly sinking into the horizon.
“Chief. Are there any Supply ships around? We might be able to request for an underway replenishment.”
The Chief Mate clicks his fingers, asking the man on the radar to answer the Captain.
“Sorry sir. Radar’s only picking up one merchant ship.”
“Where’s Phoenix? Hasn't their RQ Two Pioneer fully refueled?”
“Wait one sir.”
“Spirit of Fire to Phoenix, do you have eyes on that merchant ship?”
“Yea, we’re headed there now sir.”
“I got a bad feeling about this. The recent storms in this area haven't been helpful.”
“With a ship this big sir, we’re always a few hundred meters longer than the Port Towns we dock too.”
“Chief, go with the Navigators. Prepare an Asylum Harbor.”
“Got another gut feeling sir?”
“Yes, I do. Now go.”
The stern and middle aged Captain of the Spirit of Fire looks forward. His eyes squinted as he got a bad gut feeling that something bad is up ahead. He then gets the phone and contacts Navigation.
“Change course from Five Zero to One-Eight-Zero.”
“Copy sir.”
“I hope we have enough speed to reach the Ocean of Pons Terra.”
The three naval ships then turn once again as the sun disappears and they head directly South. Abandoning the formerly planned Patrol route.
“Sir.”
The Chief Mate’s voice shocks the Captain who was staring blankly into the sea.
“Jesus, what?”
“We have multiple sailors suffering from illnesses. The Doctor checked them, said it was Cape Horn fever.”
“Geez, have any of these kids ever been to the sea?! We’re already manned by two thousand skeletons. What more do they want?”
“I feel bad for them. Seems like the new generation is not fit for this type of life.”
“Too bad. They became Sailors and have no say. Tell them if they continue this, they’ll be getting Banyan.”
“Yes Captain.”
Several Nautical miles from the three ships, the RQ-2 Pioneer from Spirit of Fire with an art of Master Chief riding a Hellfire missile on its left has its Operators blinded by something.
“Fuuuuck!” he turns off the Night Vision and his eyes widen at the sight. He violently grabs the phone. “MULTIPLE-NO. HUNDREDS OR THOUSANDS OF SHIPS SPOTTED AT TWO FOUR ZERO!” alarms then blare around the three ships as the skeleton sailors prepare themselves for the battle.
The RQ-2 Pioneer Operator continues to look at the horizon with his camera. The entirety of it was nothing but lanterns from Viking ships and some captured Galleons. With its lights off, the UAV flies deep into the armada. A kilometer inside it, with nothing but Viking ships, he starts seeing Merchant ships deep inside it and then, a massive two floored Oseberg with an ornate Greatbow mounted on its deck.
Its size could be as big as three buses and in the bridge, the Captain's mouth is open at the sight of the enemy armada. “Tell Boreal Valley and Boulder to aim for those Merchant ships. Those are their supplies, while we aim for that. Whatever that thing is.” All of the sudden, the Phalanx CIWS opens fire into the dark sky, intercepting multiple great spears that were hurled twenty or so nautical miles from them. One hit Boreal Valley’s midship who was situated a few hundred meters at the Battleships left.
The greatspear then lights up, the brightness was so intense that the players had to look away, even with their undead sailors.
“Boreal Valley to Spirit of Fire! We received zero damage! I think it was some sort of a luck-”
A golden and sparkly explosion then followed. Completely halving the Arleigh Burke Class destroyer and boiling the water and the armored belt of the Montana Battleship.
“HOLY SHIT! BOULDER! EMERGENCY SPEED NOW!”
“NEGATIVE! WE’RE HERE TO ESCORT YOU! WE’LL MOVE TO YOUR LEFT AND TAKE BOREAL VALLEY’S POSITION!”
Nets were then dropped followed by RHIBs as Boulder and Spirit of Fire fired Tomahawks and Harpoons at the armada. Its main guns couldn’t fire due to how close the surviving players of the stricken Boreal Valley were.
“Boulder! Hit that big one! Phoenix is showing me that gigantic Greatbow is what did this!”
“What type of magic is this Spirit of Fire? I don’t even think the highest level of players can stop that!”
“Let’s keep our cool, collect the sailors and we’ll steam away.”
In the drone feed, they could see a woman in bikini armor with a silver bow exit out.
“What the…”
She then fires shining arrows into the skies. Inside Boulder and Spirit of Fire, they could see the missiles they shot were all shot down. The nearest to the flagship first then the farthest ones. The Drone feed then shows a man who was buit like a tank on a smaller ship. Behind him were a row of strong and burly men, he starts hurling the giant spears into the sky as he was thrown more.
“OH SHIT! HARD STARBOARD!”
“YES CAPTAIN!”
The massive 900 meter long battleship makes a violent turn while Boulder turns the opposite, heading to port. The divine spears miss.
“HA HAH!”
*Thunk!*
“OH SHIT!”
One of the spears embeds itself at the ship's bow and in the Drone cam, a six foot tall tattooed Viking King steps forward and has his men load another giant arrow into the ballista.
“How many more Cruise Missiles do we have?”
“Twenty two more sir.”
“Fire, FIRE ALL OF IT ! TELL BOULDER TO DO THE SAME!”
“SIR! INCOMING!”
The Montana Class Battleship fires its flares, the bright trail of light could be seen miles away as Boulder does the same to screen it. But the arrow didn’t weaver as it completely decimates the battleships bow. Nearly taking out Gun 1.
“GIVE ME STATUS REPORT!”
“HEAVY DAMAGE SIR! WE’RE TAKING IN WATER!”
“CLOSE THE BULKHEAD! STATUS OF THE AMMO?!”
“WEAPONS! DO YOU COPY! THIS IS BRIDGE!”
“WEAPONS COPIES, AMMO IS FINE BUT THE STOWAGE FOR GUN ONE IS HAS TAKEN WATER!”
“COPY! SIR!”
“I understand. Let’s bite back while we still can! Tell Boulder to keep its range from us, we’ll be firing all cannons nonstop!”
“Yes sir!”
The twelve massive 406mm cannons turn its barrels at the oncoming armada.
“Calculations complete!”
“Gun One to Four?”
“All ready to fire sir.”
“Do it.”
Inside Boulder, the salvoes of the mighty Battleship rocks it to highwater. “Woah! Holy shit, chill!” Even though they themselves were firing Harpoons and Tomahawks, the mighty steel beast silenced them as she lunged the titanic shells at the wooden Viking ships.
“HITS! They’re going down!”
“HA HAH! TAKE THAT YOU SHIRTLESS ASSHOLES!”
Even though the battleship sank some of the ships of the armada, it was nothing but a small drop in a large space.
“Seems that sexy Valkyrie chick isn’t taking down the ones hitting the outer ring.”
“Then, we’ll go and slowly chip away the armada. Till Bebop’s fighters reach us.”
Ten Nautical miles away, two Kirov Battlecruisers were on its way to Schon when it received the call for help from the Spirit of Fire.
“Trevoga, Trevoga. This is Krasnaya Ugroza with Padeniye Molota, two of the Rostock group's mighty Kirov Class Battlecruisers. Who is this Italian man screaming on the radio?”
“HAH! RUSSIANS! GET OVER HERE NOW! WE NEED YOUR HELP!”
“Da, we already helping.”
As he says this, Zircon Hypersonic missiles strike the captured Galleons while Kinzhals ripped apart multiple Gokstads.
“FIRE MORE MISSILES!”
“Da, da, da. We will, give us situation. Did rockets did?”
“YES! VERY GOOD HITS!”
As he speaks on the radio, covering his other ear, the battleship rocks as it continually fires shells miles away.
“Ha! Very good! We will come and help! Mana Core reactors are all in hundred percent comrade!”
“If you actually fucking do this, I’ll give you a free Pizza for you entire life in Bronx.”
“New York?”
“Yes! New York!”
“I am from Novosibirsk Oblast. I shall give you toy train! Ahahahaha!”
As the two laughed it off, another horde of spears was thrown. Alerting the battleship Captain.
“HARD STARBOARD AGAIN!”
But this time, the spears were more spread out and multiple ones hit the superstructure. This makes the Captain's eyes widen as his hand lets go of the radio.
“MULTIPLE SPEARS EMBEDDED IN OUR PORTSI-”
The second mate wasn’t even able to finish his words as the Boilers were completely melted and a large space between Stern and Bow was created.
“Well shit…”
“Sir!”
“I know, well. No way in heaven will the Men of the Woods be able to repair this. Even if we manage to steam back to friendly waters, this ship is already scrap metal…”
After a few seconds, his eyes were like fire.
“Get me a status report on the sailors, I want them to start moving to Boulder while those remaining, I want them to continue firing shells.”
“Yes Captain!”
“Status of Gun One to Four and the additional ones?”
“All Main guns are still operational, Portside Mark Sixteen guns are out of action including all of our Tomahawks!”
“Alright! Continue firing!”
Miles away, a huge flight of F/A-18 Super Hornets with Su-33 Flanker Ds fly pass the two Kirov Class Battlecruisers that were still firing its arsenal of Anti Ship missiles.
“Comrades! Your too late!”
It was all the Pilots heard as they approached the Montana Class Battleship. The lead wing of Super Hornets had a full view of the devastation. Its middle was completely blown off with only the waist remaining. It water accumulating, it soon raptured, cutting the gigantic battleship in half as her guns still kept firing. Boulder on the other hand was already picking up its sailors, mostly made up of skeletons that was all black from the Oil that was escaping the stricken ship.
“Stardasher to Bebop… we lost her.”
“...Copy.”
There was only silence as one of their most powerful battleship goes down. But like an undying light, even with its bow and stern already half underwater, her main guns kept firing.
“Polodna to Stardasher, we cannot lock into those ships. They have no electronics or metal or even heat.”
“Dammit, I was there when that ship was laid down in our Ports. The thousands of hours players put into making that a reality… all sunk.”
“American, talk about that later. What’re we going to do? You go drag us into this and now we cannot even lock into anything.”
“Then we’ll dumb fire it! Polodna, get your wings ready. We’ll be emptying our entire payload! No going home till we’ve spent everything!”
On the water, Boulder’s captain sheds a tear at the loss of their battleship. The Arleigh Burke Class Destroyer now dwarfs the once 900 meter long metal monster of the sea. Fire then began and the surface of the water around the Spirit of Fire looked like hell itself was taking the ship to its depths. The players with the mindless skeletons saluted while inside the bridge of the sinking ship, its Captain salutes back
As a final hurrah, Gun 1 fired one last salvo as the bow fully went underwater.