The Atlantic Ocean, 20xx.
The war between the alien Sirens and humanity has been raging for decades, with the Sirens having a seemingly unbreakable death grip of Earth's oceans.
With their advanced technology, the Sirens seemingly have the upper h...
Captain Lindeman and Admiral Lüjens were naturally extremely startled at the recently unfolding events,
The large explosion and resulting massive shockwave had shaken the bridge tremendously, and some men had even been knocked over.
"SOMONE GET ME A DAMAGE REPORT!" Lüjens shouted.
Sailors were scrambling all over the place,
The sea was violent with activity, with large waves colliding with the hull, sending massive sprays of water all over the deck.
"Sir, we haven't been hit." A sailor reported
"Haven't been hit? What was all of the shaking for?" Lindemann said in frustration
"Herr Käptian! Look outside!" One of the lookouts shouted,
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The captain and the whole bridge crew assembled at the other bridge viewports.
A massive purple fireball hurtling dozens of kilometers into the sky, high enough to displace clouds.
"Mien Gott"
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After the detonation and the initial shock, the bridge crew had gained enough cohesion to try and think things out.
It was clear this massive weapon was not made from earth, as none of the crew had seen a weapon of that scale before, nor heard of any plans to make a weapon of that size, meaning only those "siren" creatures could make such a weapon.
One that could easily sink them,
A weapon that strong could easily deal fatal damage to their ship, even if it didn't manage to hit.
So, with something that large in the same ocean as their ship, all they could do was avoid it, and try to run in another direction.
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Lütjens and Lindemann both stared over a map of the Atlantic Ocean, circa 1941.
"Alright, Captain, I thought I would need your assistance on this." Lütjens said.
"Staying in Norwegian waters is no longer an option. We will certainly be found if we stay here, we need to find a way to escape the North Sea." Lütjens said.
"From where I see it, we have three options. We either go up through the arctic waters near Russia, and try to make it to the Japanese isles. Or we can try to go through the English Channel." Lütjens stated.
"Going through the channel is suicide, and we don't have enough fuel to make it to Japan." Lindemann stated,
"Why don't we try what we did last time, we can make it through the Denmark strait under terrible weather." Lindemann suggested.
"Yes, but the problem with that is they would probably be expecting us to do that this time. They would have that place filled with battleships.
We could get through the Channel, that is probably where they would least expect it, And if France is occupied, perhaps we can recive some support." Lütjens said.
"Sir, are you sure that is the best path of action? We could very easily be dispatched by British aircraft, they are probably swarming over the channel. The British would surely never let it happen, we would be walking right into the jaw of their airpower." Lindemann said, pointing out the flaw in his plan.
"Well, I would take my chances against aircraft then be blockaded by whatever battleships they have in the strait, and whatever monstrosities those sirens possess."
Lindemann swallowed
"Okay, I think we should try the same tactic as we did last time, the weather is still terrible so hopefully we would have a better chance, by the time we make it there, but this time, we should stay in the ice to make us even harder to see, and then we could break into the Atlantic that way,
. . . .
The British would not risk their battleships going into the ice, it is our only chance." Lindemann asked.
Admiral Lütjens knew his plan was risky at the absolute best, going through the English Channel without any manner of escort would be a near-certain death.
But doing the same thing again? Was this really the best option?
"Alright, you have convinced me, I just hope to god this works" Lütjens said.
Lütjens decided to cave and go with his plan, Lindemann breathed an audible sigh of relief that the Admiral saw reason.
"It will be just like last time, but hopefully this will work. If we make it to the Atlantic, we can get back on our feet."
