Being stationed in a foreign country was weird, to say the least. This was the way James Lamb felt every day when he used to wake up in his cot in a Navy base in Japan. He was stationed at Naval Air Facility Atsugi. That was two weeks ago. Right now he was on board an aircraft carrier, USS Ronald Reagan. He was with Carrier Air Wing Five (CVW-5). He was just a simple young 22-year-old Ensign due to his quote on quote 'insane score' on the ASTB test. It had gotten him promoted, sure, but he was an Ensign which was basically a Second Lieutenant in the army. The Navy had wanted him to be a full-time Navy Airman. He had said no to that at first. He had joined the Navy because he wanted to be on ships and on the ocean. Not to fly over them. He did, however, ask if he could still learn to be a Pilot regardless of not wanting to be a 'Full Time' pilot or committing 10 whole years of his life to that cause.

Luckily for him, the brass passed his idea and let him take the pilot training without being full time. He had no idea who had passed that idea of his, but he was thankful. After the long road to become a pilot, he was lucky he got to fly the F/A-18C/D Hornet. It was so cool to earning your wings in the Navy and fly jets. He had been happy that the training had finally come to an end about three weeks ago. He had then decided to stick with it and committed to the 10 years like the Navy wanted at first. The Navy was happy about his decision regardless.

He had listened to his father and let himself chose another country in to be stationed in. "See the world," He said. He did not like it as much as he thought he would. Japan was a great country-, er no, was would be more correct. Then again if he listened to what his fellow Anons on /pol/ say, 1945. As much of a Red pilled shit poster as he was, he didn't fall into that whole National Socialism bit. What he did fall for was the mass hatred for the world governments as pushed for this one world government. No matter how much the Governments covers it up, the 'migrants' are causing huge problems in the countries of Europe. This whole let them in thing was just plain stupid and you could see the toll that it was taking on the common people. Hell, they were turning women against the men and men against the women for God sakes!

Liberalism, take the blame for things you didn't do and love other people you don't know. Yeah, no thank you. What a shitty ideal system that was. All cultures are equal and deserving! No one deserves anything they don't work for. Untermensch assholes. James was definitely not a Demarcate, Hell, he wasn't even a Republican. He refused to be part of a party system that was basically two legs of the same beast. They both didn't do anything for the people but pretend they do something. Same party, different people. It was a game that had been set up a long time ago. Way before he was born. If he had it his way, he would destroy the party system in the United States. He had a plan for change. Right now, however, he was a simple Ensign awaiting for the third world war to happen.

It was either gonna start in Europe again, or it will be due to the Second American Civil War. No country in their right mind would sit idly by as a war happened in the United States. The EU was almost done digging it grave, and the people are starting to rise. The press and the Government in the US keep on pushing the lines of free speech and the right to bear arms. The tension in the Middle East and Africa was growing to the breaking point too. It was almost here. The war was just waiting for the last straw to break the camel's back.

A smirk went across his face, as long as he didn't listen to his mother, everything should go the way he thought it would. His mother took Alex Jones as the voice of reason. The man was a high-quality meme at best.

James rolled out of his cot officially bored with nothing coming to his mind. Grunting in annoyance as he looked at his clock, 12:05 it read. He went over to the bathroom for a quick shower, shave, and brushed his teeth. He took a good look at himself. James Lamb stood a 5 foot 7 inches. He has sharp grey eyes and short dirty blond hair. He was considered to be moderately attractive by the opposite sex. He could tell be their stares, or maybe he just looked stupid? Hell, he didn't care. He finally went over to the corner of the room where his Uniform was hung on the wall. After he put on his Working Uniform. He stepped through the door started his walk down the hall- er passageway.

"Damn it," James muttered as was on his way to inspect his Hornet that was in the hangar bay, or would it be on the hanger deck? Ugh! He was upset with how he forgot there was no hallway in a ship. There was a different name for everything in a ship. It looked a little like this: the floors of a ship are called decks, the walls are called bulkheads, and the stairs are called ladders. There are no halls or corridors in a ship, only passageways. There are no ceilings in a room, only the overhead in the compartment. Openings in the outside of the ship are ports, not windows. Entrances from one compartment to another are called doors. Openings from one deck to another are called hatches. The handles on the watertight hatch or door are called dogs.

When you close a door or watertight hatch, you secure it. If you close down the dogs on the door or hatch, you dog it down. You never scrub the floor or wash the walls, rather you swab the deck and scrub the bulkheads. When you get up to go to work, turn to. You never go downstairs, you lay below, and if you are going up from one deck to another, you lay topside. If you are going up the mast or into the rigging you are going aloft.

There was more to that as well. Ugh, it made his head hurt with irritation. "Different names for the same shit," he muttered under his breath. He kept up a nice stride as made his way to his Hornet. There was just nothing to do. Well, he could read something, but he could do that later too. Today wasn't going to be anything special as the USS Ronald Reagan was only on patrol in the Pacific. He should consider himself lucky that he wasn't on the frontlines somewhere.

James maintained a busy mind as he passed by other crewmen and sailors alike. He didn't pay anyone any mind at all. He was just lost in his own personal thoughts before he felt the buzz of his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He was quick to take it out. His eyes narrowed at the message that popped up on his phone. "Ensign Lamb, meet me on the flight deck, Captain Clark."

James's eyes almost popped out of his head. "The fuck?" James wondered out loud drawing some attention to himself as he did so. The Captain of the USS Ronald Reagan wanted to speak with him, on the flight deck? That and how the heck did he- No he did put his contact information on multiple contact sheets. To think the Captain would get his hands on it and use it no less. He was quick to send a reply, just a quick, 'Acknowledged, sir'. Well, there goes looking at his cool Grey Hornet.

He made it quick to the flight deck. The strong smell of the ocean greeted him, the wind was calm for once, and the skies were baby blue. That and there was nothing in sight but the deep blue ocean. It was a perfect day to fly or sail. It wasn't hard to see the Captain as he was flanked by another officer. They were both in their Service Uniforms. James went up to his commanding officer. "Sir, James Lamb, reporting." He gave a right-hand salute.

The Captain, Allen Clark turned to salute the young ensign. He was an older fellow somewhere in his late 40's. Clark had a small black and grey mustache, choppy black and grey hair, green eyes, and an older looking face. He stood at 5 foot 10. "Ensign Lamb, I was meaning to get in touch with you, Lieutenant Commander, could you give us a moment?"

"Of course sir," He salutes the Captain before heading off. He did steal a glance at Lamb on his way. James also took notice of the Lieutenant Commander. He was young but still older than him by a couple of years. He had an Asian look to him. Most likely Japanese. He had short black hair and eyes.

"Now you are probably wondering why I have your number or have called you." The Clark assumed.

James shook his head which surprised the Captain, "Well, I was wondering why you call me to meet you, but I didn't try to hide my number or anything. In fact, I posted it up on the bulletin board in the cafe."

Clark chuckled at that, "Yes, I believe you are the only one that has done that. If you don't mind me asking why you did that?"

James just smiled, "I thought it was an easy way for people to get a hold of me, never know when someone might need you are something. That and I was bored thought someone might shoot me up or something." He finished with a shrug.

"Well, luck or unluck, it seems it came across my desk."

"Haven't notice," Lamb joked sarcastically. James so far like his Captain. Sure he was older but he seemed like a cool guy.

The Captain chose this time to start getting serious. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way. Let me begin with why I called you up here." Clark paused as he turned away from him and looked out to sea. "Since you are the newest pilots on my ship it is only fair that I give you a heads up. Right now, I as I see it, you are going to become invaluable to the Navy. I have given this little talk with all the pilots that I've ever had under me so don't feel too special."

He paused once again but this time turned to face lamb, "You might be wondering what we're doing out here, you might have overheard the boys in the passageways bellow talking about it." James just shook his again, "No, hmm, fine. I'll let you in on it then. There are currently two fleets out here right now at this very spot. We are around Mariana Trench. There is a lot of seismic activity in this region."

James looked baffled, "So they send the Navy? What does command think is going to happen? A giant baby Cthulhu is going to pop out of the water and we fight it back to the portal like Pacific Rim?"

Captain Clark looked amused by his response, "Let's hope that doesn't happen, Ensign."

James just blinked at his Captain, "I'm more surprised that you got all of that Captain." James scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"I did, but back to the point I'm making, you weren't told about this because you just got onto this ship. We didn't want any leaks reaching the mainland until we know what is going on down there. As I have said, this is a very odd situation. That is why we have scientist going under the waves to find out." The captain informed James.

"I see, so you need me to be on standby?"

"I want you to be ready." The Captain nodded, "I don't expect anything to happen, but if it should…" The Clark stopped himself as watch something behind James.

James raised his eyebrow and his gaze behind him. There was the same Lieutenant Commander from before 'running' to them. James tries his best not to break into a Ugandan accent while saying, 'Why are you running?! Why are you running?' James saluted the Lieutenant Commander. "Sir!"

The Lieutenant Commander didn't pay the Ensign any heed, "Captain, we have just lost all feed with scientist and two of the Japanese destroyers that were near them. Command wants you on the bridge ASAP." The Lieutenant Commander notified his commanding officer.

The Captain didn't say anything but immediately started going to the bridge. James watched this play out in front of him dropping his salute as he did. "Sir, permission to suit up!" James hollered to the leaving officer.

"Granted," Hearing that James took off to the hanger deck where his Hornet was located. "Lieutenant Commander Stirling, Get everyone to battle stations. I want-" Before James could even get below the flight deck a roaring sound of thunder could be heard. Turning to the sound there seemed to be little black dots appearing in the skies. James's eyes widened, "Those can't be bombers? What the-" Not wanting to be near a defenseless carrier anymore, James flew down ladders getting to the hangar deck where his baby was. He was quick to head over to the locker room where his flight suit was.

It was at this point the intercoms were blaring screaming to get to battle stations. Other pilots had been quick to jump right to the locker rooms. He started throwing on his suit when the whole USS Ronald Reagan began shaking. Things were getting crazy. It was at this point he realized that since he was one of the first to be getting suited up he would be able to grab one of the Hornets on the flight deck. Being the first one done scramble up the ladders to the flight deck. He could hear the other pilots' boots stomping on the metal ladders right behind him as they rushed after him. He had no idea who was attacking them and why, but he swore to God if they were fighting a baby Cthulhu…

It couldn't be the Russians. It might be the Chinese but that didn't make any sense either. Who in the Hell would Launch this kind of attack against the US, and Japan? This was a duel nation operation between Japan and the United States. God, this type of event is going to start the third world war. Not Good.

Those thoughts didn't last long as he reached the flight deck and there were planes on a fast approach from the south-east. He could hear them as they made some sort of high pitched screeching noise. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before. He jumped in the closet Hornet to him. He went over his quick flight checklist. James brought the Hornet to the launching Catapult. He awaited the crew to set up the launching systems. It took only a couple of seconds and it was ready. His engines were screaming to be released from their hold. James watched as the crew all give thumbs ups. Two seconds later James and three other Hornets were launched straight off the carrier and sky high.

This type of event was known as "Alpha Strike." It means launching all planes. Well, more is less. An Alpha Strike was more of a drill that the carriers did in order to see how skilled the crew could do things in time of war or need. An alpha strike, however, was planned in way advanced.

"This is Ensign James Lamb, I'm in the air awaiting orders. Designated callsign Eagle-72" James spoke up through the headset.

"Ensign George Harrison, Designated callsign Eagle-121, on your 6 Eagle-72."

"Copy that, Eagle-121."

"Lieutenant Alejandro Vega, Designated Callsign Eagle-212. I'm taking lead." James and George fell behind Alejandro. George flanked right while James flanked left.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Alice Stoc, Designated Callsign Eagle-77, I got the rear Eagle-212."

"Copy that, Eagle-77. USS Ronald Reagan, we are Flight-1. Flight-1 awaiting orders."

Once again Captain Clark spoke up on the other side, "Flight-1, wait for more Flights to be launched before engaging the enemy. We need at least a full Squadron. We are picking up too many on the radar. Be advised enemy is on fast approach strength at possible 150 aircraft. They will be on us in minutes."

'The fuck is that!' James mentally screamed. Captain Clark, how could you say that as easily as he did? Sweet good Lord Jesus, that was an insane number.

The Lieutenant didn't say anything for a moment, "I-I copy. Sir, they won't be enough time to launch all-"

"We know."

Oh God this was getting morbid really fast. "Sir, is this what hit the scientists?" James asked up.

"Yes, this would be what destroyed the rest of the fleet. That Airwing was made up of more planes than that." The Captain filled the young Ensign in. There was a brief pause with the Captain. Ten minutes after the call of USS Ronald Reagan to release all fighters, only forty-eight Hornets were flying in the air. "This will have to do, Squadron-1 you will make contact with the enemy and will be reinforced with Squadron-2 when Squadron-3 hits the air. Godspeed."

James had the feeling the that Godspeed meant you were only going to see God faster. This whole situation was insane. Only 24 Hornets were going to be apart of first contact? This dogfight was going to be a bloodbath.

"Copy that," Came the voice of Lieutenant Commander Akihiko Takahashi. He was the one who had the highest rank among the Squadron-1 and was effectively the leader. James Could only hope that this engagement wasn't going to be the end of him. This is not the way he wanted to go. Dying by some own enemy that came out of nowhere. How had the ship not picked up on these birds? "Let's go hunting Squadron-1" There was a lighthearted cheer from some of the pilots. James had chosen to stay silent.

Their jets broke off and took to the southeast where they were coming from. That was when James got a good look at them. These jets- Correction, there were mouths on a fast approach. "Okay, I'm seriously confused!" James all but screamed in the cockpit. They(the planes) looked like Pacman's albino cousins with glowing red eyes carrying black bombs. That and there was at least a 100 of them. There were 50 other black planes that look like they had machine guns and missiles attached to them. This planes had only one row of teeth on the bottom of the plane.

"What the Hell are those things?" Someone shouted over the comms.

James decided to speak up on his thoughts, "All pilots be advised, This is Eagle-72, I believe the white planes are bombers, while the black ones are fighters."

"Copy Eagle-72, All Eagles prepare lock on- Hold on… WHAT?!" Akihiko yelled out in alarm.

"What's wrong?!" another pilot questioned wondering why the commanding officer was yelling.

"Missiles will not lock onto targets, I repeat, missiles will not lock on. The missiles will not pick them up. They must have some kind of jammers." That had pretty much sent everyone into a frenzy of questions. The enemy was almost on top of us. "Everyone prepare to engage in ACM." James was ready before Akihiko even said. As soon as he heard the sheer numbers of the hostile forces his fingers were on the triggers. "Enemies in range in five… Four…!" He could see it before anyone else did. There was a change in white bombers. Their eyes started to glow a little brighter. He broke formation and descended closer to the waters below.

Before anyone could comment the enemies opened fire before the Squadron did with deadly accuracy. The bomber had shot red beams from their eyes before going cold. Three jets exploded into balls of fire while five others were smoking. That was when all Hell broke loose due to Akihiko Takahashi being taken out right off the bat. James Flew underneath the enemy air wing. To his right, he saw Ensign George Harrison next to him. They both looked at each other. "That was pretty Delta Sierra. You followed?"

There were even more explosions above the two jets. Wither they were from the enemy bombers and fighters or their own, James couldn't tell.

"I saw you break formation and I followed. Good thing I did. We're getting creamed. Thirteen of us are gone already." James watched as they started reangling themselves back at the enemy. The will be attacking from their rear.

"Hot damn, let's provide some cover for what's left, Squadron-2 should be on the way by now. They will have to engage. They are getting too close to Mother."

"Understood." Eagle 121 copied over the headset. "We're in range! Take those fucking bombers out!" James didn't even need to be told. His M61 Vulcan start spitting down 20 mm caliber bullets out like a downpour. James watched as the hail of bullets rained upon his foes from the cockpit. The bullets tore into the smaller ships, and a couple started bursting into flames.

"Shit, this like open season! They have no protection. I count 7, make that 8!"

"Don't get cocky on me yet, Eagle-72! Looks like the fighters are moving to intercept!"

"I see them! Eagle-121 cover my 6, we need to flank from the left side. We got room for a Bat-turn?"

"Affirmative! Why?"

"I'm getting behind those fighters."

"What a Charlie Foxtrot! They know where we are and you want to get behind them? How you figure?" The other pilot said bemusedly like James was insane.

"Copy that Eagle-121," Just like that, James made a tight, high-G change of heading. He was heading to intercept them from the front. His Vulcan spun to life lighting up the fighters before they could get in range. This did the trick of keeping the fighters from getting in range and breaking off their attack run. "Going in after them. Follow my lead, take some of those bombers out too if you can."

"On it Bubba!" This was how just Two Hornets managed to buy enough time for the other to regroup. "The Flights are going to be on top of us! We need to pull out! Now and regroup."

James made another tight turn at an impressive speed. The screeching of his hornet shook the jet. James got right behind two fighters and they did something that utterly surprised him. James's eyes widen when the enemy fighters started to open fire from behind. "This is to all Eagles! Enemy fighters can open fire from behind with their guns! Careful when engaging from behind."

"Eagle-72, Three fighters just dropped behind me I'm being forced to break off!"

"Hot Copy 121!" James cursed under his breath as he was forced to make multiple aerial maneuvers to avoid being shot to pieces. He watched as sensors picked up two new signatures behind him. "Time to get nifty," James grumbled in anger. "I got four of them on me!" James sped his Hornet and started pushing the jet to go faster. He started cutting after the fighters in front of him. He was going to fire his AIM-9 Sidewinder without a lock on solution. He would have to get super close to make sure it fuck it hit. He dropped right behind one of them and line up the shot. He started taking fire, "Fox 2 away!" He peeled off as soon as it was shot. The fighter went up in flames, and since it was close to the second black fighter, it took it with it. "That's ten for me! Eight bombers and two fighters."

"All Eagles engage! Keep them away from the Carrier!" That was the voice of the Captain. Things must have taken a turn for the worse if that was the call. Much to James horror, only him and Eagle-121 were left out of the attack Squadron-1. 22 jets taken out within minutes. Everyone else had died or was shot down.

"I can shake them!" Eagle-121 voiced screamed over the headset. James saw he still had the two fighters behind him. He knew what he had to do. "Eagle-121 I'm coming at your front; I'll take your two if you take mine."

"Done!"

"Eagle-121, Try not to Suck." James set a message small pilot to pilot communication. His fellow pilot looked mortified, not that he could blame him.

"Dude your so a Tiger!" The man laughed trying to light up the mood.

"Fangs Out!" James managed to smile behind his mask. "Crossing in 10,"

"I got an eye on you eagle-72."

"Crossing in 5. Engaging fighters now."

"Fangs Out!"

"Tearing them apart!"

"One down bogey!"

"I've got yours!"

"Last bogey down!"

"Resuming following your lead Eagle-72." Once again the Two lone Hornets of squadron-1 regrouped. "I still can't believe we're alive. It also looks like you took some shots."

"I live. Well, they went after the bigger threats which were the rest of our squadron," Saying that aloud did more of an impact on James then he realized. They were the only ones to survive the first contact. That and only short range commutation seemed to be working. They weren't going to make it out of this one. James knew that. His fellow pilot must have realized this as well. "The enemy fighters seem to be focused on taking squadron-2 out. We'll hit them from the side while Squadron-2 hits them from the front. This way we can try to do as much damage as possible."

That was when the roar of what was known as the USS Ronald Reagan fire all of its weapon systems. Evolved Sea Sparrow Missiles, Rolling Airframe Missiles, and Close-in weapons system all fired trying to keep the enemy as far away from it as possible. There was 21 Hornets left in the air. "There goes the Reagan! Give em Hell!" The bomber then began dropping in height rapidly as they approached. James and George hit the enemy fighters from the left as the rest of the attack group hit them from the front. "Light these fuckers up!"

James was still watching the bombers, He no longer cares for the 21 kills he scored so far. "USS Ronald Reagan be advised, the enemy had deployed torpedos! They are on there way!" James pleads with God that he got the message out in time see what was about to happen. Seconds later the white bombers started dropping their payload. "Torpedos on fast approach!" The USS Ronald Reagan made some fast maneuvering but that still wasn't enough to escape the sheer amount of the onslaught dropped by the white bombers. The left side of the carrier went up in flames. Those Torpedoes were killer and unlike anything, he had ever seen before.

"Shit Reagan is leaning on the left side. She'll go down for sure!" Those white bombers also short more of those lasers all over the flight deck, igniting it. "What the Hell!?"

"The flight deck is gone! Repeat the flight deck is gone! There will be no more air reinforcements. Were taking too much water, we're done here!" That was the last transmission that came from the carrier. Now that the fighters didn't have to protect the bombers any longer they began engaging. They kept fighting the over the ship until the flight deck hit the surface of the water.

James bared his teeth seeing the ship go down to all the hits. "Eagle-121, we need to pull the Hell out of here! Disengage."

"Copy that! I'm tailing', where are we heading? This mission is a Blue water op, no?" A blue water op was when you were too far out at sea for you to make it back to a base. Well, they probably could, but the last thing they wanted was to allow these fuckers back to a base on the mainland. Fuck that.

"We are hunting the enemy mother, over." There was a pause on the other line. It didn't last very long.

George didn't say anything for a moment, "Let's go hunting."

The two watched as 6 other Hornets fell in around them. "Eagle-72 and 121 what are you doing?"

"We are hunting the enemy mother, and since we are faster than those planes, we'll reach her before they do. We're taking their air power out wherever the Hell it is. We need to make sure our air power isn't matched. The Navy has already taken too many losses as it is." James informed his fellow pilots.

"Copy that. They took the Reagan, we'll repay them in kind! Take the lead. I didn't know anyone from Squadron-3 got out?" Eagle-094 voiced her question.

"They didn't, were from Squadron-1" That was George that clarified that up. That seemed to silence the other pilots up. "How many of us are left?"

"There are 12- 11. There are 11 of use left. The others said they saw a weird plane that could have been jamming the communications they went after it." That was Eagle-397 a deep-voiced man. "I don't know how much truth to that there was."

"We've been trying to raise multiple bases over the Pacific and nothing is working."

James nodded at that, "Makes sense, once we take out the enemy carrier hopefully long ranged communication will be available."

"The last of our brothers is down. Repeat we are all that's left."

"Copy."

Here it was. The cold hard reality of the day falling on James. 8 pilots were what was left The Reagan was gone, and since they were so far out, there was a good chance that if anyone had survived the sinking, they were all going to die. There was also the pilots that got shot down as well. 3,200 men that worked on the ship, gone. 2,480 pilots or crew member is the airwing, gone. It was a total disaster. There was also the fact that whatever casualties all over Pacific were as well.

"Hey, 72?"

That was George, "Yeah, 121."

"What's your count?"

James frowned in thought, "21"

"Damn, I got 13"

"You and I did the most damage to their forces because their bombers had no defenses on their backsides. We scored 34 kills on them because of this." James explained easily like the fact that they took out so many didn't really matter. In the long scope of things. It didn't' Losing a carrier was a major blow to the Navy. 5672 servicemen and women dead. Only 8 remained and they were on their way to commit suicide by taking the enemy carrier of unknown strength out.

They kept on heading Southeast to where the enemy carrier was. It was in this region somewhere. Looking at his radar did he see how haywire it was acting. "Anyone seeing the Radar? This thing is going nuts."

"Oh, good I'm not the only one." James rolled his eyes at the comment. "We have to be close, stay together. There is no telling just how powerful their jamming is."

"Copy that Eagle-72." Then there was silence again among the pilots. The wait was long and the pilots were pretty much watching all around them since no of there equipment was working properly. That was until something hailed them from below.

"So this is who they send? Eight planes?"

James narrowed his eyes at the waters below searching. "This is Ensign James Lamb, you will feel the might the United States of America's Navy."

The woman's voice snorted over the coms, "As if I care, why don't you be embraced by the Abyss instead?"

"Who am I even speaking too? What country do you hail from?" James demanded to know just who he was speaking to.

"Oh, where are my manors?!" The woman laughed, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you since you all will die anyway. You may call me…" She paused for a more dramatic effect, "Aircraft Carrier Princess! I am one of the leaders of the Abyssal Fleet! Now prepare to die Ensign James Lamb."

"What the Hell does that even mean?!" Roared one of the pilots behind James over the headset Eagle-006.

"I will not explain... Be wrapped in flames… and sink instantly!" As soon as the woman screamed that AAA guns fired at will from the waters below. One of the Hornets was shot right out of the air as it fell into the waters below.

"Punching out!" The pilot screamed as was ejected from the jet. His jet was hit again and he was set on fire before he could eject completely. A man was screaming as he was set ablaze as he slowly descended down to the water below.

"Holy fuck!" James yelled watching the jet blow up behind him, "Scatter!" The Hornet's broke formation on their search for the carrier.

"Where is the carrier?!"

"I don't see it!"

"How the fuck did we miss it?!"

"What is shooting at us?!"

"Dance for me Humans!" Came that voice that was sounding far more demonic the more James heard it. It had called them Humans, why? Oh no. Was this thing an alien or something.

"I swear God," James raised his right hand, "I was kidding earlier." James scanned the water and sure enough, there was something very small on the surface of the water. "My God, everyone, look due east on the water! There is someone down there!"

There standing on top of the waves was a woman with long white straight hair with a ponytail to the left side of the head. Her hair flowed around her due to the sea breeze. She was sitting on top of some black metal mouth that was glowing red as if on fire. There were some AAA cannons behind the woman and on the sides. She was tall, at least seven foot, with skin as white as snow. Black metal Gauntlets that looked like they had claws for nails. There was also leg armor that covered her knees and legs but it left her toes uncovered. She wasn't wearing much clothing at all. Just the top part of a sailor uniform around her neck and a short cut up skirt. Then there was the red glow coming from her. There were red glowing veins. Her glowing red eyes shine like a lighthouse on the water.

"Dear God, what the Hell is that thing!?" Came Eagle-121 through his headset. James wanted to know the answer to that as well.

"Found me, huh?" She chuckled like mad holding her sides. "What you thought you were looking for a ship? How cute little Humans!"

She was toying with them as her cannon blasted away keeping the pilots at bay. James growled with anger. This bitch wasn't a Human. She looked the part, but you could tell that something was off. "Everyone focus fire on that bitch on the water!" James ordered even though there was a good chance that there was someone higher ranking than him.

"What about the carrier?"

"She is the carrier!" James blurted out. His raging getting the better of him.

"That doesn't make-"

"You have better ideas?! I would like to hear them! Cause right now there is an enemy right there shooting at us! Killing us!" James barked into the headset. "We don't have the time, there is a massive air wing right on our tail if you don't remember."

"Copy that Eagle-72" The other pilot sounded just as mad as him, for a different reason tough.

"Launch everything! Send that thing back to the depths she crawled out from!"

"Go down!" Just like that, another pilot's life was ended. She made sure to broadcast her achievement to them. "Having fun up there?"

Only 6 remained, James had to break off due to the Aircraft Carrier Princess taking fire at him. "Me, 397, and 266 will keep her busy everyone else engage."

"Hot copy Eagle-72" That was George.

"Give her Hell, Eagles."

"Hey boys, were in luck. We have a lock on! Delivering divine justice! Eagle-121 Firing Fox-1!"

"Eagle-094, firing Fox-1!"

"Eagle-006, firing Fox-2"

"Eagle-121, Firing Fox-3!"

"Eagle-094, firing Fox-4!"

"Eagle-006, firing Fox-4!"

6 AIM-9 Sidewinder missile was launched at the target. It took seconds for the 9 foot 11 inches bomb to reach the Aircraft Carrier Princess. She was covered in black smoke and flames.

"Did we get her?! Did we sink that bitch?" Came the questioning voice of Eagle-94 the only female pilot left alive from the attack.

"I do not have a visual-" Even more AAA fire erupted from the fireball on the water's surface. Aircraft Carrier Princess skated across the water like it was ice. She was moving on that water like a jetski. Some of her white skin was covered in black from the bombs and she looked pissed off. There was a glare she shot over at James. It was like she knew he was the one calling the shots. Her AAA fire shot down another jet. Eagle-6 was gone before he knew what had hit him.

"Did you think... you have won? That's cute!" She taunted them again as if taking 6 missiles wasn't a big deal. Who even does that? What was she? She-Hulk?

Eagle-121 was the next to start taking fire. "I'm hit!" He yelled over the coms!

"Eagle-121! Get out of there she got a crosshair on you!" James screamed at his fellow pilot that he had been with the longest. His fellow Ensign.

"I'm gonna have to land this sucker, I'm pulling out." James watched as the jet started falling in altitude. His engine was on fire and smoking. He watched at the jet disappear from the fighting zone. "Good luck everyone!"

4 jets remained in combat. "Land safe, you unlucky bastard," James whispered to himself. If they survived this battle he would be buying. "Everyone those enemy planes should be coming into view sooner rather than later! We have to take her down now! All Eagle fire everything! Sink that Bitch for good!"

"Eagle-72, Firing Fox-4 and Fox-1" Two missiles fired from his Hornet. They screeched after their target. The Abyssal tried to dodge but failed as the heatseekers did the job. They had stopped her in her tracks.

"Eagle-94, firing fox 2." She broke off to avoid any AAA fire that came from the smoke.

"This is Eagle-266, enemy fighters inbound from North!"

"Eagle-94 with me! We'll engage the fighters! You two launch your missiles. She is still moving down there!" He did a barrel roll to avoid more fire that was sole being directed at him.

"How?!"

"Just fucking do it!"

"I won't let you get away!"

"Get the fuck off my coms you bitch!" That seems to make her fire even faster at him. "All Hell!"

"Eagle-72 I'm on your right!"

"Copy that 94! Let's do this."

The enemy fighters were in sight, "Engage them!"

"Vulcan spinning up! Guns hot!"

"I swear I'm walking out of this mess!" James told himself as his machine gun roared to life flinging out a bullet storm like no other. James watches as what was left of the enemy air wing fly right into the charging Hornets. They were gunning after the more deadly threat of Hornets that were launching the missiles at their mother.

"Eagle-266 firing Fox-1 and Fox-3"

"Eagle-397 firing Fox-2 and Fox-4" They circled her again ready for their second attack.

"Keep them away from 266 and 397!" James just kept on firing at all the enemies that past him. He damages countless bombers and killed another 15 aircraft, 94 was doing pretty well herself.

"Eagle-266 firing Fox-2 and Fox-4!"

"Eagle-397 firing Fox-1 and Fox-3!"

"Go down! Don't let them live-" The Abyssal screamed as the missiles hit her. She was once again bathed in black smoke and fire. She was screaming her lungs out.

"All Foxes fi-" Like a swarm of angry bees, the enemy fighters disregarded the distraction team. "There on us!" Then the fighters shot down 266 and 397, they both ejected only to be littered with bullets as they parachuted out of their jets. They were merciless towards the defenseless pilots.

"How horrible," Came Eagles-94 voice. It almost sounded like she was crying. Looking down at the surface, James saw her. She was on her last legs it looked like. As she was holding her sides. The woman pilot saw this and was angered. That damn alien had survived all the fire and blasts. "I got this one!" The woman cried over the coms. Her Hornet zoomed past him. Enemy fighters pursued her, Knowing what she was going to do. James shot them down providing aid however he could. If that missile didn't do, he would have to finish this with his last one.

"I've got back. Finish this."

"Copy..."The fighters were swarming them, 94 was becoming a pincushion due to all the fire. Her Hornet was smoking and there was blood on the cockpit windows. She had been shot herself but she was still holding on strong. He had no clue how many times she had been shot by the time they got on their bombing run. "This Hornet… is gone… but I... s-st-still have this… firing… Fox… 3." The missile was sent to the so-called Princess. The aircraft carrier's eyes widened seeing the incoming missile.

The look of utter terror was written on her face as she screamed out for the missile to stop. This time she was thrown in the air like a rag doll. She bounces on the surface like a stone would before she caught herself.

James watched as Eagle-94 was utterly gunned down by the enemy fighters until it went up in a big explosion. One jet remained. Only James was left. When the smoke cleared on the surface of the water did James see the so-called Abyssal. All of her gear was destroyed, she was on all fours panting heavy. Blood was pouring off of her. Her blood was red which came as a shock to James. She bled like a person. Then those eyes looked up at him. He had seen it on her face. She was afraid. She hadn't expected that a couple of jets could damage her this bad. She had gotten cocky and that had been her downfall.

Now she looked up at him to make the final judgment. What was left of her airwing flew down to protect their mother? James narrowed his eyes at the woman her bloody planes. James counted among the remaining aircraft, there were only 7 fighters and 42 bombers left. Everything else had been shot down. Their Hornets had put up a good fight, but in the end, James was going to be walking out of this with 52 kills if he took those seven fighters out. This was going to be a quick dogfight if he fucked up even once. He couldn't allow one of them to get behind him if there was more then one left.

James spun around and ready himself for his attack run. The fighters picked up on that as the woman gave off some orders to them weakly. Desperation was clear among the airwing. All seven fighters moved to intercept him. He readied his AIM-7 Sparrows. He was going to use his laser targeting system to get the fuckers to their targets. James Let them come in close before firing of the Sparrows. The enemy bullets nicked his wings a couple of times before the missile hit. They hit true to their mark. Those lasers were fucking deadly. Three fighters were taken out and he received some bullet holes for that. The windows had multiple holes in them and were cracking badly. Thankfully none of them hit him.

"Is that the best you got?" James went on the attack again. He couldn't allow any of those fuckers to get behind him. He was flying recklessly. He flew like a dead man. That was truly scary to see. When someone knows that they are going to die, but they do everything in their power to make sure you go with them. He was making dangerous turns that were pushing his damaged Hornet to the limit. Warning sirens were blazing at him to stop but if he did he would end up like the rest of is air wing. He got behind a fighter and opened up on it. The fight tried its best get rid of the tail but James had managed to get him. 4 down 3 to go. Once again he performed a quick J-turn he was facing the fighters again, "Come and get me!"

James once again was firing his gun again. He had taken both fighters out. They blew up in a beautiful red glory! There was only one left. It had gotten behind him. And was opening fire. It was only a matter of time before he got shot down now. Unless he did something really drastic. "Y-Y-You were… were so close… T-To Think I almost sunk so early in the war." That princess managed.

"I'm not done yet." James silence her again. "I refuse to be shot down! Watch this!" He screamed. He gunned it. His Hornet hit its top speed of 1,190 mph. He launched the jet, fighter followed knowing what the Jet was doing. He would be damned if this looked like some cringy as world war II movie! He went upwards before completing a full circle in a true test of mid-combat acrobatics. The fighter pulled off a J-turn and now they were facing each other again. "Come on you fucker!" James opened fired to the fighter from upside down.

"WHAT!?" the Aircraft Carrier Princess yelped out in alarm from her position in a horrified manner. Just what was this American Pilot? What were those aircrafts capable of!

The fighter opened up well. James's luck had held out to this point but it seemed to be hitting the bottom now. He didn't even manage a single hit on the fighter. His left wing had taken a major beating thanks to that fighter and his buddies. They both got ready for another pass at each other. James was not going to lose this time.

The second pass had done nothing for the both of them. "Third time's the charm you fucker! Prepare to die!" James howled in fury. They both lined up on each other, James once again opens fire far too early and was missing shots for no reason whatsoever. "Get out of my skies!" He roared as his bullets starting hitting their mark. This time the fighter went down! It came at the coast of one of his General Electric F404-GE-402 engines as it got hit. His speed was reduced to less than half of what it normally was. "I won. I really won."

He looked at his ammunition for his Vulcan. It was sitting at 237 rounds. That had been too close for comfort. He started flying low to were the enemy mother was. There she was, sitting on the top of the water, covered in black burns, blood oozing out from her wounds, her guns unfunctional, and her clothes falling apart. Her glowing red eyes were wide and fearful. Tears could be seen falling. She was shaking in her spot on the water. Her bombers still surround her in whatever protection formation they could pull off. There wasn't a single one of them that wasn't damaged by some form of combat.

James just felt tired. He had a choice to make. They were defenseless now. They had no way to combat him. They were at his mercy and they didn't expect him to give them any. He shouldn't, but… 52 kills were enough for one day. Hell, it was enough for six months! He sighed to himself. Everyone was gone. He was the last pilot in the air. Him, a simple Ensign that shouldn't have performed the way he did. What was he going to do? He looked back at the water at the woman whose eyes never left his plane.

He steeled himself and went low throwing off his helmet and mask.

This was it. She was a goner. She had no idea how that one Pilot had managed it but he did. He was a true combat ace. He, in that one little plane, had taken out so many of her fighters before her own eyes. She had no idea what Rank Ensign was, but it had to be insanely high if he was cable of doing what he did to her. He had taken 7 other fighters to engage her, with no idea of what she was capable of and beat her. A princess. One of the highest Ranking officials in her world. She, a monster by Abyssal standards, had failed to shoot him down. It was far from believable. It was laughable!

Yet here she was, on all fours, crying like a 7-year-old little girl. She was utterly defeated by the Humans. A group made for warfare, a group made for killing. She had wanted to destroy them like all the other Abyssals. She still did, but now she knew that they were far more deadly than they had assumed. She had gone and made an ass of herself. She had thought because she was upgraded that she could, could take on a whole surface fleet of the Americans. The strongest Navy on the surface. She had done it. Then the air force, however, proved to be the strength of the Humans.

They controlled the skies. They owned them. This Ensign James Lamb. He had made her look weak. A princess. He took command of this hopeless mess of her creation and turned the tide. She had listened to every word he had said over their communications. To think he would survive all this and be the last one to deal the death blow to her. She was watching him fly around up there by himself. One lone American pilot. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. Wither if it was the fact that this man had been the reason for her very defeat, or was it because of the way he handled his aircraft. Damage it may be, but it was still a mighty force to be reckoned with. It was beautiful.

She could see that one last missile hanging off its wing. He had one left, one Fox. That was all it would take to finish her off. Just one missile and she would be dead. She had been told once you meet the end you will feel at peace if that was true, why did she ball her eyes out once she saw her last Abyssal Night Cat Fighter fall in battle? Why did she not want to die? Why did she want to curse herself for being stupid and announce herself to them? Why? Why did she want to beg for her life yet her pride didn't allow her? Why? Why did her stomach turn at the very thought that she might-

She throws up. Right then and there. She had thrown up right in front of all of her bombers. She, this, how could she? She was meant to destroy the Humans for their cruel acts. Her people and with the Help of their allies would destroy them. Ever since their allies had been discovered as still alive in the south pole, the upper world's Governments on the surface world had already declared them as a threat again. This had brought the Abyssal into the fight. The Abyssal had shared this world with the Humans and now that their ally had been the target they would not stand for it.

Of course, the Humans had no knowledge of the Abyssal, well until now. Now there was no way they weren't going to know about them. She was going to die here now. At least she took a fleet with her. She hacked up some more fuel that was stored in her.

"No-No-Not like… This! I don't wanna die!" She sniffed she wiped her eyes. No one would save her in time. She hadn't called for back up cause she was 'confident' in herself and her abilities. Now there was no hope. She was a goner because of all of her equipment was destroyed. She wept. Five of her bombers tried to comfort her but it didn't help. How could it! They were going to die too! Sure they would give their lives for her but surely the pilot would know this too! He was far too prepared for this.

Then everything stopped. She heard the jet. She watched it come in low, it was going to sweep right over her. It wasn't moving fast at all like it was once before. Her boys did a great job in slowing that… That… That monster down. They couldn't finish him off sadly. Now she was going to meet the creator. God was what the Humans called him. He was approaching her. She happened to take notice of the pilot's face since his helmet had been taken off. He has grey eyes that seemed to cut her down from afar. Short dirty blond hair that was cleanly cut along with his face. He looked young, so very young to be a high ranking officer. That put into question what rank an Ensign really was. She really hoped it was high because she would be a laughing stock once she died.

"Here…" The man spoke up again as she watched the missile fire off at her. Here Bomber moved to take the hit but it was far too late for them to do anything. She would still be caught in the blast.

"No! Please!" She choked on her sobs, "I don't want-"

The missile crashed meters in front of her and kicked up water in all directions. It had hit too far away to do anything to her but get her wet.

"Eh?" She looked around and saw the Hornet fly over her. "He missed?" No, he had done that on purpose. She was going to live. He had spared her life. "Mercy? How cruel…"

"Take a shower," The pilot told her before he headed off in the direction to where the other pilot she had shot down crashed.

Seeing that bomb land in front of her cause her to release something. Her lower area felt hotter than it should and her clothes felt even wetter. Oh, she had pissed herself. She had promptly passed out right after. Her bombers had returned back to their pocket-sized form seeing the danger had passed. Once at that size they returned back to their holding area or what was left of it. All but one. The last bomber had taken off after the hornet. That was how Aircraft Carrier Princess was found by Airfield Princess.

She couldn't help but laugh at her fellow Aircraft launcher, "Good work on ruining your reputation!" She grinned as she dragged the other carrier back under the waves, back home. "I'm gonna love seeing you explain the smell to everyone!"

James was flying low keeping his eyes open for eagle-121. He had landed in this area. He was hoping he would find him soon. He was running low on fuel. His tank had been shot. Much to his luck, it doesn't take him long to see him. There he was. Standing on top of his bird waving up at him like a madman. James couldn't help but grin. James had followed his water landing procedures and went with his tail hitting the water first. They were only 23 feet apart from each other. To think they would be the only two survive this mess.

"God damn! James you lucky son of a bitch!" George all but yelled in excitement. "You don't know how happy I am to see you still kicking!"

"Likewise buddy!" James grinned back at his fellow pilot. James got a good look at his friend. He was tall, Well taller than him. She stood a 6 foot 2 with brown hair and dark brown eyes. His face was more square than his.

"Hey didn't know you were short?"

"Since when was 5" 7' short?"

"Since I said so."

James nodded, "Okay asshole, how many kills you walk away with? 13, yeah that's a good number. I got 52 bite me." He ranted!

"Were the only ones left…" George sighed putting a hand through his hair. "You did get her right?"

James stayed silent after that question. That was the one question he really didn't want to answer. James frowned, "No."

George looked lost, "What? But you are alive! How did you not get her?"

"I missed." James said in a small voice.

George took a step back like he had been shot, then anger boiled over him. "How do you miss?"

"After you got shot down, the enemy Air wing returned. Eagle-266 and Eagle-397 managed to get every one of their missiles off before they were gunned down. Then Eagle-94 had made the last successful hit and got shot to shit. I was left to fight the entire air wing consisting of 7 fighter and 42 bombers. I had managed to kill all the fighters, and I had one missile left 237 round left in my Vulcan against a defenseless woman and 42 damaged bombers. Those bombers gladly would have taken all of that. My last resort was spare the air wing, waste all everything and still not kill her-"

"What about the Sparr-"

"I HAD USED THEM ON THE FIGHTERS!" James roared enraged by George. "Don't you dare tell me something I know." James pointed at him, I'm walking away from this, and so are you. We can't be all that's left. Don't you dare try and blame me for anything. We managed to survive, and know we have valuable intel on these Abyssal." James finally caught his breath, "Do you really think it was such an easy decision to let her go after EVERYTHING SHE DID!? DO YOU?!" James pointed at him. He sat down on his jet that wasn't underwater.

George glare lessened every second. He shook his head before taking a seat himself. The two men stayed quiet for a while. They just sat there as the water started drifting them apart. George jumped in the water and started swimming over to James. He climbed on board the jet and sat next to his fellow pilot, "You know," he put his arm around James, "I didn't take you for the merciful type."

James narrowed his eyes at George, "George…"

"Yeah?" The man tilted his head at him. Wondering what James was going to say next.

"Don't make this gay." It took a second for George to get over what James had just said before he started laughing. You know what they say about laughing. It happened to be contagious. "The best part is…" James laughed, "That and we're stuck on my Hornet until someone picks up, and you have to pull some gay shit!"

The two continued to laugh as they shared life stories until the dark night fell upon them. They had made multiple calls over the hours using what little battery power left on their cell phones. They had managed to get a hold of 911 and managed to get rescue teams out there. The Rescue team had found them at 23:46 military standard time. They had made it. James couldn't help but smile as he was pulled into the red rescue Heli along with his fellow pilot. It was going to be a long day.

James however never saw the small bomber that hides on him. Aircraft Carrier Princess would be pleased with him for sure this time!

'I wonder what my reward for following this Human will be?! Hopefully, a head pat is in my future! My princess will be pleased!' The small white bomber thought to himself. It was extremely rare to receive praise for any accomplishment an Abyssal Aircraft achieved. The Abyssal Vessel always got the credit. Though that didn't mean the vessel didn't reward the aircraft! This was his time to shine!

Fuck off fighters! Bombers are where it's at.

A new story, I know, but I do believe I said I was making this a long time ago. Also 'Somebody Up There Likes Me' WILL be up soon. This month! Probably next weekend, Friday at the earliest, with next Tuesday at the latest. I'm back bitches and better than ever. Let's get it! This took me 4 to 5 days to write so spitballed this. Also, my main computer stopped working so I'm stuck using this windows vista, I know a windows vista, fuck me! The only thing this thing is good for is writing fanfiction! Lucky for you all so that means more updates! I'm ready to pour some effort into this shit. This chapter is 10,057 words long without this AN so be happy. Also, I wanted to make this story from a different perspective of the war. A pilot of a fucking Hornet on the USS Ronald Reagan! America~ 'MERICA, FUCK YEAH! That's all for now. Oh, and to that one guest that keeps telling me to update: "OPERATION: THERMOPYLAE"! I FUCKING WILL GOD DAMN IT SO STOP PUTTING SHIT REVIEWS ON MY OTHER STORIES! God, I hate when people make reviews over something not relevant to the story they just read! This will be a crossover between Azur Lane and Kantai Collection. Simply because there aren't enough Ship Girls for the other countries. All the Japanese Ships Girls will remain the same from Kantai Collection. Hmm, I might even use Warship Girls as well! No, I will use it because have you USS Missouri?! Dear God, top kek! Ah, so many Ship Girls!