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Chapter 11: Operation Cube de sagesse noir (Black Wisdom Cube)

October 5, 2021
0900
Former Azur Lane Naval Gun Range, NATO Exclusion Zone 4
Pacific Ocean

"Putain, ils adorent me faire faire de la paperasse (They fucking love making me do paper work)." A grumpy Sous-lieutenant Vogel mumbled to himself as Sheffield, Edinburgh and that scam cat, Akashi had fled to an exclusion zone. The only thing on his mind was the paperwork he was going to have to fill out. From their being a black mental cube further confirming the theory that the Sakura Empire and the whole of the Red Axis were working with the Sirens in some form and capacity. As for the exclusion zone the Legionnaire was debating whether to commit a force to rescue the three Kansens and recover the mental cube or just straight up liquidate the sector.

"Sous-lieutenant, récupérez les filles et le cube à tout prix. Une fois la récupération terminée, vous disposez de 5 micros pour vous débarrasser de l'esquive avant que le groupe aéronaval de l'US Navy Strike Group Five ainsi que Charles De Gaulle n'assainissent le secteur. (Second Lieutenant, recover the girls and cube at all costs. Once recovery is complete you have 5 mikes to get the hell out of dodge before US Navy Carrier Strike Group Five as well as Charles De Gaulle will sanitise the sector)." His Commander informed him through a SAT PHONE connection.

"Oui, mon Général, ce sera fait (Yes, my General it will be done)."

"Any update?" Inquired Captain Anderson with a few other fleet leaders following behind him. In total there were six UN fleets including the 1st Special Fleet Service. Compare that to what the Sakura Empire brought to bear they were dutifully outnumbered even when combined with Azur Lane's fleet but there was the technology factor and two aircraft carriers on station along with heavy fog blanking the area. Overall the UN security forces were pinned on two sides by three forces, Azur Lane, Sakura Empire and their Siren ships and possible Siren Collaborators inside the abandoned Azur Lane gun range. It made for a perfect hiding spot with all those dealbated building and fog seating in.

"Command has approved a rescue mission. Anderson, rescue those girls at all costs. White, Dubois and Moore provide assistance. This is an exclusion zone so watch yourself, there may be Collaborators present. Cpt. Oshino and Hayayshi go see what Vice Admiral Akira is planning on doing." He informed his subordinates.

"Wilco/Roger/Will do." They responded.

"Lieutenant Colonel, JTAC, Captain Iolanthe and Major Volkov with me." The Legionnaire called over the radio as the six made their way onto the deck of HMS Prince of Wales. To his surprise Vice Admiral Evans was there along with Carter. At least the brat wasn't there but the vulture of a news reporter was, forcing the Sous-lieutenant to speak in his native tongue as his command was actively breathing down his neck. "Qu'est-ce que vous faites tous les deux connards ici (What the fuck are you two assholes doing here)."

"He wants to know what you're doing here, Vice Admirals." Captain Iolanthe translated in an amused tone. 

"Seeing and commanding our forces from the frontlines like you."

This inevitably earned a sigh out of him, swinging the backside back over his shoulder, he ranged through it till he found the pack of Peace cigarettes from Vice Admiral Akira. "Ecoutez, je vais être franc ici. Mon commandement souffle dans mon cou et a gentiment alloué 45 à 60 micros pour une mission de sauvetage (Look I'll be frank here. My command is breathing down my neck and has kindly allotted a 45 to 60 mikes for a rescue mission)." He paused, taking a few slowed drags letting clouds of grey cancerous smoke escape his lips before resting the burning cancer stick in between his fingers. "Voulez-vous établir un plan commun ou faites-vous ce que vous voulez? Ce que je demande, c'est... Voulez-vous mon aide? (Do you want to draw up a joint plan or are you doing your own thing? What I'm asking is... do you want my help?)"