In a briefing room all three Commanders alongside their secretaries and faction leaders representing Azur Lane.
Eagle Union you had Vice Admiral Carter with her secretary Brooklyn and not having a de facto faction head. Though Saratoga and Enterprise being in incharge of their respective areas. Saratoga dealing with other factions and daily operations while Enterprise acting more of a frontline Commander like the Sous-lieutenant. Since seeing as the carrier can't be everywhere at once with Siren activity so rampant in the Atlantic and Pacific as well as the Red Axis problem. Command can be given to the highest ranking ship within the fleet. For this however, Enterprise was seated at the table.
Across the table sat Lieutenant General Vašíček and both Unicorns. An US Army CWO5 and US Navy CWO4.
On the mounted TV played live footage of the unfolding battle via drone and helmet cam while Rebeca reported on the situation her cameraman captured the chaos that was the base.
Badly injured peacekeepers being carried past as medics tended to them in a makeshift med centre. The infirmary, originally intended to handle minor injuries to the occasional intensive cases such as Yorktown's long term care case, was already overflowing. Wounded peacekeepers spilled into the waiting room and hallway. White privacy curtains being set up to conceal the worst injuries: severe burns, shrapnel wounds, mangled limbs with bones protruding and in the direct cases, a missing leg or arm. God forbid, a younger Kansen to witness such horrors.
Both sides were flanked by laptops, scattered papers and a live digital map. Blue and red clashed, shifting back and forth as each faction's forces were marked and monitored.
"That's a lot of air." Evans remarked, watching the symbols dance across the map.
Wales leaned in close to the Rear Admiral, speaking in a low tone. "Not even the combined strength of the Royal Navy or Eagle Union can match such a scale of aerial combat." Her eyes scanned the screen, counting each dot that appeared.
"What's going on here exactly?" Vice Admiral Carter pressed, her tone sharp.
The room fell silent, eyes darting from one person to the next, waiting for someone to answer. Finally, the Lieutenant General spoke up, meeting Carter's gaze with an unamused, neutral expression. "Things have... Escalated."
"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that, ma'am." The Chief Warrant Officer 5 in a reserved tone voiced. A grizzled look, someone ready for retirement. Bags under their grey eyes, scar down their left cheek, stubble and greying hair. "UNRAALPROFOR is currently in conflict with the Red Axis. That's within the UN mandate. Though frankly, this train wreck was far off the rails long before any intervention was even voted on."
"I can see that." Carter said grimly, her eyes fixed on the live helmet cam footage. A peacekeeper was seen repeatedly striking an injured Siren with a pry bar, beating them until the bar turned a dark red, dripping with blood.
Again and again, they struck the Siren in the head bludgeoning them until the skull cracked open. The pained yelps were unsettling; no one expected a Siren to express fear or pain. But here it was - proof that even Sirens could feel terror.
They saw the combat unfolding in real-time, a chaotic mess. CAS missions were running non-stop as Paveway bombs reduced Siren ships to twisted wreckage, while B-52s raised hell itself from the heavens. The secretaries - Wales, Brooklyn, Hood - watched . Faction leaders Queen Elizabeth winced at the scene. The sheer brutality of it watching a human beat the ever living crap out of Siren, unleashing their anger with each strike. It was unsettling to say the least. Witnessing the drastic difference in combat.
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FanfictionA former Commander who has a complicated past with Azur Lane that is full of nothing but pain and suffering is chosen to be their Commander again or is given a similar job by the UN (United Nations). But does he want to see his old subordinates and...
