Task Force VI [Azur Lane fanfiction]

Chapter 1: The Green Flash

Side note
This Azur Lane Universe may differ from what you currently know. It is not, by any chance, up to date with the current lore. I will be adding tidbits like OCs, different plots, some different roles. I will still follow the main structure of the games like their personalities and things, but anything regarding following the game’s story and plot should not be taken too seriously. I don’t want this to follow the game too much. This is my interpretation of an alternate universe. It’s not that serious tho, give me suggestions so I can keep going fr. It’s a fanfic, so things will be
different.

(btw i’m the same person who wrote the tanks fanfic with azur lane, i’m
sorry but I lost access to both those accounts so I will not be continuing
them.

USS William Halsey, CV-84
Atlantic Ocean, 2030
Task Force VI

Task Force VI was a massive battlegroup. It was meant to be the deciding factor in the Battle for the Pacific. This particular blow could win the West the war, ending the Third World War. Consisting of a transport convoy containing Abrams and Bradley armored vehicles, the division being transported was the reserve needed to destroy the remaining OPFOR in the
mainland. However, this wasn’t the only impressive force present within the fleet. The supercarriers William Halsey, and Dwight D. Eisenhower were present to provide air power to the region. Amphibious assault ships Tripoli and Fallujah, carried Marine Expeditionary Units. There were multiple Aegis cruisers, Ticonderoga classes as well as the new Valley Forge subclass. Constellation class frigates Congress and Chesapeake, named after the original 6
frigates of the United States Navy, were present to seek out and destroy enemy submarines. As usual, the fleet was defended by a multitude of Arleigh Burke class destroyers.

As they neared the Mediterranean, alarms lit up on all the different ships of the fleet. One of the Arleigh Burke class destroyers said they had spotted a bogey out several miles from the fleet which blipped inand out. They wrote it off as an error. The nearby AWACs aircraft even lashed the supposed contact with radar. “VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE” Came the call that rang out across the aircraft carrier.

The Halsey captain was shocked. It had gotten past the massive screen to protect the convoy and the supercarriers. This missile came out of nowhere.The earlier general quarters alarm was now a distant memory for the US Navy Sailors who heard it. Those who were standing outside and were on the catwalk noticed the RIM-7 Sea Sparrow missiles swing towards the direction of the threat. The crew on the deck were either rushing for cover, or moving out of the way from the aircraft who were landing. First Lieutenant Christopher Gondor came in for a landing on the Halsey after a successful sortie. However, he suddenly heard the order to abort his landing. Out of shock and confusion, he touched the deck but jerked up, pushing his burners
forwards. In time, he spotted the Sea Sparrow launch from its bay underneath the catwalk. As he banked to the right to circle around the carrier, he spotted something on his radar. And he spotted it in the distance. A missile trail, then the missile itself. It was fast approaching the aircraft carrier. He cheered quietly as the Sea Sparrow took it down. But his relief was quickly replaced by panic as he spotted another trail. The CIWS let out a several second burst. The iconic chainsaw sound as it let loose a straight line of bullets towards the anti-ship missile never failed to impress Christopher. Suddenly, he noticed the missile was still going. And it was glowing. “Halsey the damn thing is still flying, moving to engage!”

Without even bothering to use the proper parlance and brevity codes, he jerked the aircraft left and sped towards the missile. “Vulture 1-1, abort, CIWS is still active!”

It was a few thousand meters and closing. He lined up the F/A-18 aircraft with the missile and activated his guns. His heartbeat increased as he realized just how close he was getting to the missile. Without a second to waste, he fired the gun. The BRRRT of the gun was brief. He’d only let out a burst. The rounds hit the missile immediately and the missile blew up. He flew past the burning wreckage and covered his eyes from the flash. Soon, he stared back at the explosion. He cheered within his cockpit thrusting his hand into the air, until he noticed the air turning green. There was a bubble of green expanding and it engulfed his aircraft. It expanded fast, encompassing Halsey, Fallujah, Leyte Gulf, and Lake Erie. There were a couple destroyers that were sucked into the  bubble. Almost like being pulled by an invisible hand. There were also two convoy ships that were caught in the bubble. One frigate tasked with searching for submarines within the fleet was engulfed, too. Christopher’s eyes widened as he looked around inside the bubble. The green hue was mesmerizing. Suddenly, there was a bright flash and something that sounded like a sonic boom. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself plunging straight towards Lake Erie. Quickly, he jerked the aircraft away and cursed quietly to himself. “What the hell?! What just happened!?”