A few hours ago, aboard the Grade Alastar. The ship was currently positioned in Catralpas Strait, effectively blocking it, while smoke rose from the horizon as the ship fired on the nearby lighthouse and settlements.
“What's happening with the Eastern Fleet? Has Admiral Artemis not responded?” Luxtal muttered, his face grim as he observed the situation unfolding.
“Nothing, sir. We’ve heard they’re sending reinforcements, but since then, we haven’t received any updates,” came the reply.
“Is this a communication malfunction?” Luxtal thought aloud, his mind racing. “Could it be an electromagnetic storm?”
Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the approaching figures from the diplomatic side.
“Captain,” a voice called.
“Oh,” he snapped back to the present. “Miss Cielia, you should be in the guest room, resting.”
“I’m not fond of relaxing while we’re facing enemies at the moment,” she replied politely. “Is that not allowed?”
“I’m pleased to be in the company of an esteemed lady like you,” Luxtal said with a smile. “The situation isn’t good. We’re having trouble contacting the main fleet.” He spoke openly, not hiding his concern.
“Is there any way to contact them?” she asked.
“I’m considering sending a floatplane to check on them,” Luxtal said. “Don’t worry. The Grade Alastar is strong. Our only real threat here is the Sanctium battleships and battlecruisers. The rest of their fleet is manageable.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “We can take out two or three of them before they can return fire. Plus, the strait is tight, so they don’t have much freedom of movement. Even outnumbered, it’s still to our advantage.”
His confidence seemed genuine, but Cielia could tell he was concerned. She only nodded, silently observing the calm before what promised to be a storm.
“That’s so,” Cielia replied lightly, adjusting her glasses as she cleaned them before putting them back in place.
“Yes, surely—” Luxtal began, but was interrupted by his officer.
“Captain, we’ve successfully reestablished communication with the fleet via Morse code!” the officer reported urgently.
“Tell me,” Luxtal commanded.
“Fleet. Under. Attack. Withdraw. Dangerous,” the officer relayed, repeating the message. “Fleet. Under. Attack. Withdraw. Dangerous... It was cut off Captain, what should we do?”
“What...” Luxtal muttered in confusion, his brow furrowing. He exchanged a tense glance with Cielia, both trying to process the alarming message.
Then, as if another wave of confusion swept through the atmosphere, an officer shouted, “Captain, we can’t use the radars! They’re completely blank! And the communication static has intensified—the clutter is overwhelming!” His voice carried an edge of panic as everyone turned to him, their gazes searching for answers.
“Chec—” Luxtal began, attempting to issue an order.
Boom!
Boom!
Explosions erupted across the Grade Alastar. Shells rained down relentlessly, striking the deck, turrets, and anti-aircraft batteries on the starboard side. The continuous impacts rocked the 70,000-ton battleship violently.
“Kya!” Cielia stumbled, but Luxtal caught her immediately, steadying her amidst the chaos.
“Are we in range of Milishial coastal batteries!?” Luxtal roared, his voice cutting through the frenzied atmosphere. Around him, the crew scrambled to assess the situation, desperately trying to locate the source of the attack. Their movements were frenetic, their faces pale with the realization that they were under coordinated fire.
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