The Predator of the Depths

Anchorhead Raid

08:31 AM
57.2 F
Sep 25, 1940

David is at his lap top, a news tab talking about Alicorn is present along with a few research tabs.

Alex pops onto the screen. "David. I've built a model of Alicorn and Enterprise, based on your hypothesis and mission parameters from the past. I ran a precision combat simulation. But it failed."

"Bummer. Why didn't it work?" David asks.

"Reasons in sensuous order are: 1. Your hypothesis is trash. 2. The parameters you gave me are trash."

"Um... Did I do something to tick you off?"

"3. Alicorn is a singularity." Alex suggests.

"So the values diverge... But what about this one? 4. Enterprise is a singularity."

"That's outside the confidence interval. The possibility that it's 1, 2, or 3 is 99%." Alex states.

"What?" David questions.

"Significance is high."

"Hmm." David drags a file into another table and uploads it. "This is Enterprise's data before the Siren incident on Nanquet Cay." *The name of the island Alicorn was living on before the sirens attacked.*

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Enterprise is leaning in the corner of a room as the pilot sit in chairs in front of a large monitor with Brigadier General Clemens beside it.

"The Iron Blood military is gathering most of its HO navel force at Anchorhead Bay. Apparently, they're even bringing in ships from the mothball fleet. We have intel that they're reinforcing their navel power in preparation to attack this navel base. We've also received intel that Alicorn will also be joining in."

"From which source Brigadier General?" David's voice comes through the monitor. There's a possibility that the former crew that worked on Alicorn's sub have been tasked with sabotage."

"Your job is to analyze the enemy's weaponry. From now on, speak only when authorized. ... I don't hear a response."

"May I be authorized to speak first, sir?" David asks.

"When we're done, I'll be talking to your superiors." Clemens threatens. "LRSSG (Long Range Strategic Strike Group) is to raid Anchorhead. Carry out air strikes on Anchor Bay to the north and Dakiouk Bay to the south, inflicting all possible damage. If we can strip the port of its naval function, we can also prevent the submarine from joining forces."

Wiseman speaks up. "The area around Anchorhead is Iron Blood territory. To delay hostile detection, you will sortie in small numbers. And make your way in at super-low altitudes."

"Small sortie, huh? Who's going?" Jaeger asks.

"Count, Lanza, Húxiān, and Enterprise. Three aircraft from Strider Squadron will be deployed."

"Woah! Alright, I got this!" Lanza cheers.

To cover our lack of numbers, we're giving you plenty of opportunities to resupply. Look here. We've set up multiple return lines. Make full use of them to resupply and change armaments. Also note that the enemy will not be able to mount a defense immediately after detecting you. Use this window to destroy high-threat targets. That should make things much easier for you."

"It should also raise the survival rate." Clemens states.

"Survival rate, huh?" Count questions.

"The element of surprise and resupplying are the key. Beyond that, I just need a couple of pilots who will stick to my orders. We don't need an ace to succeed. You got anything to say? Good. That is all."