Hells Bells

A Splendid Little War in Minskin

"The carrier has given us the capability to blot out the sun to dive upon our enemies"

-Admiral Hult Hurton, Arragon's first Secretary of the Navy.

Originally Written in 2022 some parts edited.

February 28, 2025. 500 miles off the coast of The Duchy of Minskin. ANS Hurton.

Wyte steps out onto the carrier's deck, as the cold air bites him to the bone. The Arragon Northern Fleet circles outside the iceberg zone, each turn they make being felt under the commanders feet. Wyte walks to the other end of the deck and looks out at the fleet spotting the other fleet carriers Metzial, and Orbonian, flanked on all sides by destroyers and cruisers. Wyte looks to his right, scanning the many NB-12 dive bombers keeping their engines running to avoid them freezing in the negative eighty nine degree cold. Wyte stares back out at the rest of the fleet, before lighting a cigar. He begins to get lost in thought when a shout is heard behind him, Wyte turns around seeing a set of cat ears and a rifle is aimed at his face. Wyte stands there, unfazed, taking a drag of his cigar before speaking.

WYTE: How have you been Claire?

The person lowers the rifle speaking with a bit of a shocked tone to her voice.

CLAIRE: Usually when I did that you'd show some reaction.

WYTE: A lot has happened since the last time I saw you, so I'm not perturbed in the slightest.

CLAIRE: So the army finally broke you?

WYTE: Not the army, the idiots in the army... particularly the ones who run it.

Heavy running is heard as Zeal runs up behind her.

ZEAL: Claire don't kill him.

Zeal hunches over catching his breath, they both give each other a glance before refocusing on Zeal.

WYTE: You know for a god your cardio is horrific.

CLAIRE: What do you mean zeal? Me and Commander Blechin might not always get along, but why would I shoot him?

ZEAL: Once I told you Wyte was on the ship, you grabbed your rifle and started running, so I thought you were gonna shoot him.

Claire just begins to laugh.

CLAIRE: Oh that, I always flag the Commander every time we met, his reactions are always hilarious.

Zeal takes a few cold breaths before speaking again.

ZEAL: Also for what happened to Alice.

Wytes does a sudden inhale before spacing out. Zeal and Claire start to argue over what Zeal said, but Wyte can only hear the muffled shouts as his vision begins to blur. Their argument begins to wane when they realize the commander's quietness.

CLAIRE: Commander Blechin?

Claire pokes him with her rifle, but the commander elicits no response.

ZEAL: Wyte?

Upon Zeal saying his name the commander suddenly snaps back.

WYTE: Zeal how many times do I have to drill through your thick skull, I had no fault in her fucking death you-

He notices he broke his cigar in two after clutching his hand. He discards it and takes another one. Lighting it and taking a long drag from it. Zeal suddenly gets flung from his feet and thrown onto the Anti Air emplacements just sitting below the flight deck. Startling the crew manning them.