The Black Death

1 I The Ruler that sinks

Around 300 miles, away from the city Brest in France. Cannons could be heard roaring, with the shells flying trough the endless night which laid it's wings over the dark sea.

On one side a singular german battleship, on the other, the englanders with their royal Navy. With all it's might the german battleship fought. Letting the shells fly one after another, sinking the ships, and destroying the hopy of it's enemies.

That, was the bismarck, in our current time. One of the most renowned and known battleship.

Plenty of people know the fate, which this ship suffered. But what, if there was another one. Another bismarck, another timeline, another prototype, another crew, another germany, another RULER and another TERROR.

We are currently writing the Year 1941, on the 26th of May – Timeline 21

It was a clear day. The battleship sailing trough the sea as it has always done since it's launch. Earlier-on having encountered the royal Navy. Now once more on the horizon one could see the ships of the royal Navy. Slowly but steadily coming into range, their Torpedobombers closing the distance fast.

This exact, singular ship sank the one and only pride of the royal Navy. Their hopy being have destroyed and now only the aftermath, their fear remaining. But fear can be fought against, cured, destroyed and then vaulted in the back of the Mind.

The sea was silent, the only sounds coming from the engines, waves and the Bombers that we're steadily closing the distance.

But then. . .out of nowhere.

The cannons came to live! Roaring as the smoke and shells left the Barrel with fiery red flames. The german battleship having opened the fight with a salvo.

Both sides getting more accurate with each shots that left their barrels. The Flaks now joining, trying to defend the battleship from the incoming Torpedobombers

As the trained, german crew reloaded the cannons and took aim once more, the ship swayed from left to right. The Torpedobombers signaling that they came trough with their arsenal hitting it's target.

Command started to get yelled out faster, and the cannons came to life once more. The thunderous roar accompanying the shells as they flew trough the air. Straight towards their targets.

An explosion confirming that the german battleship had scored a critical hit on one of the royal's ships as the shell penetrated the armor and went straight for the engines. Rendering the Ship immobile.

Taking Aim once more. The german commander on top of the citadel in the Bridge yelling a singular command. „FEUER!" The guns firing a single full broadside salvo with all it's magnitude flying towards the enemy.

The shells hitting the Side-hull, bridge communcation aswell as the radar modules. But a single, lucky shot meant the out for the ship. As the Shell penetrated the upper deck. Going straight into the Ammunition.

Result in a giant firework like explosion which tore the ship into two. Violently ripping both parts away, as it slowly sank underneath the waves.

The navy, being shocked for a brief moment, retaliating with all they've had left. Their anger being their fuel. As all remaining ships opened fire once more.

Turning away from the royal Navy, germany's battleship still fought with all it had left. The main cannons on the rear still firing. Leaving behind a giant dark smoke cloud, that was the result of the earlier salvo that hit it's full side.

The commander of the ship fixing his uniform. If they would be sinking. Then not because of the royal navy.

Once more taking a hit, this time directly at the citadel, where the superstructure lay a shock went trough the whole ship and yet the engines where still giving it their all.