USNS William McLean T-AKE-12
In the Cargo Ship's hallway, Vestal ran through bulkhead after bulkhead, Manjuus moving aside to make way for the running Nurse/Nun. Vestal then headed to the Hele Deck as soon as she heard the news of Enterprise-6's arrival.
The hatch door leading to the Helideck swung open; the Manjuus nearby bolted to their feet after the hatch door slammed open.
"Enterprise!" She yelled as soon as she reached the Helideck of the Cargo Ship.
Enterprise-6, Hornet, and Lexington were both talking to William about the current situation on the Battlefield. They all looked at Vestal as she walked towards them.
Vestal then started checking Enterprise-6's body for any damage or injuries. "Looks like you're not injured."
"Vestal, I told you many times. I'm alright," Enterprise-6 retorted back at the fuming Vestal.
"Listen here. I'm only concerned about your health, as you always injure yourself every time you sortie."
Enterprise-6 raised both of her hands. "Alright, I get it."
"Damn. I didn't know you were that strict, Vestal. Even though you are a small size, you still have the higher voice," William said as he smoked.
"Why, you!" Vestal hissed at him.
William picked up a hobby of picking on Vestal. He enjoyed it every time she got angry at him; Vestal was cuter when she got angry every time he insulted her.
Enterprise-6, Hornet, and Lexington giggled and laughed as Vestal turned red from embarrassment.
Vestal lunged at him and threw some punches. William blocked all of her 'punches' with his hands; he then grabbed both of her arms. Vestal tried to break free both of her restrained hands from his grip. She then started kicking him in the leg.
"Whoa.... There missy," William said as he restrained her.
"Damn it, let me go!" Vestal yelled at him.
"So, you're into smaller girls now, huh. Old-man," Lucas commented as he walked towards them. Lucas was full of bruises and patches all over his body and head; his injuries were not fully healed. To him, it was just a flesh wound.
"So, you're finally awake," William said.
"You're supposed to be resting!" Vestal shouted at him, both of her hands still restrained by William.
"How do I rest inside if the whole room is filled with crying kids? And other girls bombard me with questions. Besides, Unicorn did the healing herself; she's quite exhausted and needed some rest," Lucas said.
William then let go of both Vestal's hands; she fell on the helideck, ass first. She fell on her bottom as it hit the metal deck of the ship.
Vestal used this opportunity and punched him in the stomach. But her punch was weak because she lost her strength as she struggled from his grip.
"Ouch!" William said jokingly. Vestal crossed her arms and pouted.
"So, how's my ship?" Lucas asked.
"Well...." William and Lucas both looked at the port side.
An Arleigh Burke Destroyer was being reloaded and refueled as Manjuus littered the deck. The tripod mast was cut, the rear smoke stack was slightly bent, and the hull and superstructure were slightly burned.
The Manjuus on top of the bridge were making temporary repairs, like placing some of the communication antennas that went down with the tripod mast. For now, USS Jack H. Lucas was out of order to resume combat due to a lack of proper communication.
William continued. "You're lucky. You didn't end up like Cole, Fitzgerald, and John McCain. Those guys received substantial damage to their hulls, especially under the waterline."
"So, I'm stuck here then...." He sighed deeply. "Guess I have to provide an over-the-horizon radar coverage at the Safe Zone," Lucas said.
Hornet spoke. "Cheer up, think positive even though your ship is damaged."
"If your life is shit, you're on a good path. Welcome to the United States Marine Corps," Lucas said sarcastically.
As everyone was having their laughter, the sudden communication got William and Lucas tensed and serious; their facial expressions darkened at the news they received. Vestal noticed the two and asked about the implication of the communication.
"Is there something wrong? You guys seem tensed up," She asked them with slight concern in her voice.
William sighed, arms rested on his hips; he looked at Lucas as he was the only one who could reveal such confidential news.
Lucas sighed and looked at her. "An Arbiter showed up in the Battlefield. And it is Empress III. We don't have any further follow-up news as Miss Enterprise currently engages her in combat."
"A-An Arbiter! It can't be," Vestal exclaimed in total shock as she covered her mouth, eyes widened. She had only heard the story about Arbiters from the Shipgirls that faced them in combat. Yorktown was one of those Shipgirls.
"No way... right now!" Hornet exclaimed.
"This is bad." Lexington said.
Enterprise-6 went blank as everything around her toned down as she had a flashback, remembering the name. She had a brief flashback of her Sister Yorktown crying and crippled; she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist as a flurry of sad memories of Yorktown flooded her mind.
Without thinking too much of the danger, her decision was clouded by anger and revenge. In a swift motion of her hand, she summoned her Bow, pointed it up, and released an arrow that turned into SBD.
The SBD Dauntless did a U-Turn above the Cargo Ship and flew low at the height of the aft Helipad.
Vestal saw her trying to leave and quickly moved. "Don't let her leave!"
Enterprise-6 tried to jump, but she was tackled to the ground by Lucas, even with his injuries, he tackled and restrained her. Lucas used his Marine Corps. training as he pinned her down on the ground.
Enterprise-6 shouted and pleaded. "Let me go! I need to avenge Yorktown... I need to avenge my sister! Please... let me go..." She couldn't do a thing as she was pinned down and could only cry.
"Sister, please stop. I know you want to avenge Yorktown, but you cannot just fight her alone," Hornet said in a worried and concerned voice as she stopped her from struggling.
"There's a time and place for that. You'll only hinder them; she'll handle it. So, please stay here... you'll just make everyone worried about you..." Lucas said, still pinning her down.
"He's right, you'll only hinder their movement. Let CVN-80 handle this situation; she was made to fight in Modern Warfare. Just have faith in her; she was built for it," William said to reassure her.
"Enterprise. I know you wanted to avenge Yorktown, but this is not your league. Let her handle this threat," Vestal added.
Sakura Empire Territorial Waters
Enterprise-80 and Empress III were both locked in combat as they both fired their weapons at each other. Empress III launched multiple missiles at her.
Enterprise-80's CIWS and CLaWS lit up as they cut all the missiles heading her way. F/A-25 Hellcats launched their Missiles, and F/A-18 Hornets with AGM-158C LRASMs engaged Empress III at a longer distance.
Empress III blocked the incoming missiles with her Force Field and shot down all incoming AGM-158C LRASMs with her Plasma Cannon.
"Not bad," Empress III said, trying to compliment her opponent as she fired back with her weapons.
Enterprise-80 then recalled one of her F/A-25 Hellcats; she then jumped on the back of it and proceeded to ride it like a fucking surfboard as she maintained her distance from the firing range of Empress III's Plasma Cannons.
I know many of you in the comments are going to type 'Physics'. Listen here people, if Uncle Sam can bribe Jesus to turn a blind eye to what he did to the Middle (Fucking) East.
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The US Military with its Trillion-Dollar Defense Budget can bitch slap 'Physics' to shut the fuck up and stop whining. Lockheed Martin with infinite Tax Payers to milk with their money can turn that fucking Trillion-Dollar into 'Magic' by all means all magical.
And Enterprise-80 here is going to ride that 6th Gen Plane like a fucking surfboard whether you like it or not. This Madafaking Plane is made to dunk on the physics of aerospace with American Taxes.
She's gonna ride this bitch along with Kenny Loggins as she dragged The Highway and The Danger to that fucking Zone.
"Money can't buy you happiness, but a Trillion-Dollar Defense Budget can buy you magic," Said by some Anonymous Defense Contractor.
Enterprise-80 flew out of the range of Empress III's Plasma Cannon that was powerful enough to melt even a Battleship's armor according to Azur Lane Siren files.
Empress III was on the offensive as she fired all her Plasma Cannons at Enterprise-80. F/A-25 Hellcats deployed countermeasures and decoys to divert the incoming attack in its general direction.
"Tsk. Is this how you wanna fight? Then prepare yourself!" Empress III remarked as she got on her nerves. Because no one had dodged her attack like that before, not even the Elite-Sirens as her 'playthings'.
'I just need to widen my distance to launch my Hypersonic Missile at her,' Enterprise-80 thought as she evaded all the attacks coming from Empress III's Plasma Cannon fired at her.
Below them was the Main Fleet under the command of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. Their task was to wipe out the Siren Fleet, as the Elite-Sirens and Clones were too busy fighting the Modern Kansens.
"Don't divert your attention above; we must eliminate the Siren Fleet FIRST!" Queen Elizabeth ordered them.
"Understood, Your Majesty," The Royal Navy Shipgirl replied.
"We must pin them down first before using our Tomahawks. They can dodge the Tomahawk because of its subsonic speed," Bunker Hill-76 said.
"Yes, you're right. But they caught up to our tactics; now they are avoiding our SM-2 or just taking a direct hit rather than being a stationary target," Frigate Belfast said.
"Ugh! Damn it, that hurts!" One of the Tester Clones exclaimed as she was hit by 4 SM-2s at the same time. She refused to use her force field because she would be a stationary target for them, just like what happened to the other Clone.
"We need to think of a new tactic if we are going to face them," The other Tester Clone remarked as her two Plasma Cannons were disabled because they were hit by 2 SM-2s.
The three Clones beside her nodded in unison as they faced the two Modern Kansens with unknown capability and weaponry that hid inside their hulls.
The two Modern Kansens were just staring at the 4 Tester Clones, creating a stand-off between them. Both sides were waiting for the first one to open fire, their fingers itching to pull the trigger.
Then one of the heads of the Clones exploded as it was hit by a Paveway Laser Guided Bomb from one of the Hornets loitering above. The other Hornets above started dropping Paveway Bombs at the remaining Clones below.
Tester Clones then started using their Force Fields as their instincts kicked in. Bunker Hill-76 and Frigate Belfast used this opportunity to attack as they both launched their Tomahawks at the Clones.
The Clones noticed their mistake, but it was too late now. The 8 Tomahawk Missiles raced toward them, and the explosions were big enough to obliterate the 4 Clones in one attack.
"Shit, this is worse than I anticipated," Tester α exclaimed as she retreated back to the Siren Fleet for protection. She carried back Observer α as she retreated.
Below the Siren Fleet, Denver-856 continued attacking the Siren Carriers from below as she fired 30 MK-48 Torpedoes. After firing 3/4 of her Torpedo stock, she then started using her Tomahawks to sink more Siren Carriers; she was trying to conserve her remaining Torpedoes.
"Damn it! How many Carriers can this fucking Siren produce? It's like an eternity over here!" she exclaimed, getting annoyed at her targets above.
"Shit! My Torpedoes are down to 6." She then contacted everyone above. "This is Denver. I'm retreating; I need to replenish my Torpedoes and Tomahawks."
"Affirmative, Denver. Your request is granted. Arizona is enroute to your position; you may retreat now," Enterprise-80 replied as whizzing Plasma cannons fired in the background.
"Roger that, Ma'am." Denver then proceeded to retreat from the battlefield to replenish her depleted Torpedoes.
SSN-803 USS Arizona
In the middle of nowhere, below the ocean, a Virginia Block V Submarine was cruising at a speed of 25+ knots or even higher. Arizona, fully equipped and geared for combat, was looking through the various monitor screens showing their current location and the ensuing battle in the distance. Dark circles were visibly forming under his eyes from tiredness and lack of sleep from his previous mission.
"Damn it. I only got an hour of sleep, and now I'm deploying again," He complained as he sipped his cup of coffee.
"By the way.... Why did you have to follow me... Sheffield?" He looked up to his right at the maid with a stoic look on her face.
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm only tagging along to get to Her Majesty," Sheffield said, maintaining her typical stoic cold face.
"Riiiiight. Tagging along with your friend there," Arizona said as both glanced at the Sonar Panel where Edinburgh was busy seeing the Manjuus working at their station and amazed at how meticulous the sonar was at differentiating each individual sound.
"Just remind her to keep her hands in her pockets; I hate things flying off my boat because of curious hands," He warned.
"Understood. I'll be in the galley then," Sheffield said as she then left the Control Room and headed to the Sub's Galley or Mess Hall.
Arizona turned his attention back to the task at hand. Skipper gave a thumbs-up as blood dripped from his nostrils nonstop.
Arizona then pondered. 'How can she fight like that without even wearing any panties. Damn, even the SEALs were dropped in the middle of the Forest with their underwear as they were being hunted down in SERE School.'
~Hours ago~
At the hull deck of the Submarine, they were all on deck watching the reloading of each VPM (Virginia Payload Module) with Tomahawks and Prompt Strike Missile Cylindrical Canisters. He then ordered the Manjuus to get inside the Submarine as they were ready to depart.
Sheffield jumped off the deck of the Cargo Ship and landed on his Submarine. Skippers and Boys, including him, looked up and saw what was under her skirt. Skipper, who saw the majestic sight, nose-bled like an open faucet. Kowalski couldn't analyze. Rico didn't go boom. And Private shrieked.
Arizona, seeing this, kicked Skipper between his Chicken Legs with his boots. Nuts cracked, and nose bled like a damn faucet.
"Bird down, bird down, we got a bird down," Kowalski radioed for a medic.
Sheffield landed right next to him; she stood on her feet, her fabric flapping in the air. "Take me with you. I need to help Her Majesty."
Arizona then went back to reality and sighed as he glanced at Skipper; he then shook his head. "Out with it, Skipper."
He groaned and muttered to himself. "I thought the Royal Navy had decent Women. Looks like I was wrong."
As he was having a momentary crisis, his Sub's alarms blared as one of the Sonar Operators (Manjuu) reported an unknown target heading their direction at fast speed.
Edinburgh shrieked. "I didn't touch a thing!" she stuttered between words.
The Manjuus ignored her as their attention focused on their battle station as they faced this unknown threat that was heading to their location. Torpedo Tubes were being loaded, active counter measures were being activated for Underwater combat.
Sheffield ran through the bulkheads and headed to the control room and asked him about the situation. "What's going on?"
"Shefi!" Edinburgh called.
"Unknown vessel is speeding to our location at fast speed; what could it be?" He responded to her.
Sheffield held her chin as she pondered. 'A speed that exceeds an ordinary submarine speed? It could only be one thing.' She then spoke her mind. "It was an Elite-Siren."
Arizona quickly gave an order as the sensors locked onto the unknown incoming threat. "Fire a Torpedo, now!"
A MK-48 Torpedo was quickly pushed out of the 21-inch Torpedo Tube as the pressurized gas pushed the Heavyweight Torpedo out at greater velocity.
Everyone onboard grabbed a handle as they braced for the explosion. Sheffield and Edinburgh gripped the edge of the table. Arizona grabbed the handle to his seat. The whole Submarine was in a steep dive as it commenced a fight against a speeding hostile.
IJN Kaga
Akagi slowly regained consciousness as she heard someone calling her name over and over again. She slowly opened her eyes to a blurry vision of Kaga calling her name repeatedly.
Akagi fully awake got up and groaned as she held her aching forehead. She looked around and saw Kaga and the Mutsuki Sisters surrounding her; they were at Kaga's Carrier flight deck.
Kaga's Carrier was burned from the Naval Strike Missile, and a giant hole was at the middle of the flight deck where the Missile hit, and the aft elevator was gone as it flew off from the explosion.
"W-Where am I....?" Akagi asked, her head still aching.
"You're on my ship... as you can see, I barely survived," Kaga said as she was still being assisted by Kisaragi, Mutsuki, and Uzuki.
"I-I see.... So that's what happened to the battle," Akagi said as she still remembered how she lost consciousness in Observer's hand/tentacles.
Then a blue paper cut-out floated in front of Kaga. Kaga grabbed the cut-out and spoke. "What is your report, Takao?"
"Kaga sempai. Looks like a new foe just arrived at the battle that is currently battling Azur Lane and the Modern Kansens right now, as we speak."
"New foe? What do you mean by that, Takao?"
"From the looks of it, it's an Arbiter, and according to our records, her name is Empress III. We're currently keeping our distance far away to avoid getting caught in the ongoing battle."
Akagi heard the name Arbiters, stood up, and grabbed the paper cut-out from Kaga's hands, and shouted. "Are you sure it was an Arbiter?!"
"Umm.... Akagi sempai, you're finally awake—"
"Answer my question, Damn it!!"
"H-HAI. It was an Arbiter; she's currently facing Enterprise right now." Akagi dropped the paper cut-out and ran off, leaving Kaga in the hands of the Mutsukis.
"Akagi nee-sama, wait!" Kaga pleaded as Akagi jumped off her Carrier Deck. She then coughed up blood as she used most of her energy calling back her half-sister.
"Uhhmm.... Kaga sempai, you should take a rest too," Kisaragi said in concern at Kaga's health.
"What about Aka—" Kaga was cut off by Mutsuki.
"Do not worry, Kaga sempai. Takao and Atago will take care of her," she said in a cocky voice, and a cheeky smirk flashed on her face.
~Meanwhile~
"I'm not gonna let you defeat her, because I am the one who should take revenge for my Sister's death!" Akagi yelled to her lungs; she thought Empress III was facing off CV-6.
Akagi then bypassed the Takao Class in the blink of an eye as she sped up towards the ongoing battle between Azur Lane Forces and the Siren Fleet. Takao Sisters and Takao herself were surprised at Akagi storming at the enemy alone.
"Oh. For fuck's sake, what is she up to now?!" Takao exclaimed as she gave chase at the speeding Akagi.
"Choukai and Maya, you two should be enough to protect Kaga sempai. Takao and I will take care of her," Atago said.
Choukai and Maya nodded. "HAI"
"Let's go." Takao and Atago followed Akagi as they sped up to catch up to her speed.
'What is going on in your head this time, Akagi?' Takao thought.
Laffey-200 summoned another American fuckery as she pulled out a modified GAU-19 to be hand-held by one person only. The configuration was similar to her M-134 Mini-Gun, as the belt feed ammo was connected to her right Rigging.
The "Doom Bunny" just entered the game.
(GAU-19 is a rotary cannon that fires .50cal bullets and has three rotating barrels with a firing rate of 1,000 and 2,000 rounds per minute.)
She then proceeded to blast the poor Tester Clones that had zero fucking idea what was to come with her GAU-19 that spewed 1,000 and 2,000 freedom units per minute. Getting hit with 7x62 that goes miles per hour is going to hurt, but getting hit by .50 cal. that goes mach-fuck at your general direction is not going to hurt you, it is going to un-alive you.
Bitches thought Uncle Sam would run out of bullets, but to these Bitches' horror. The reality speaks the truth. Uncle Sam is not running out of bullets; he's running out of patients, third-world countries to invade without Congress approval, and a fucking Communist Commie to blame with.
One of the Clones was turned into a 'mist cloud' as it was cut by .50cal in rapid fire. She was lucky if she ended up as a 'Swiss Chesse', but instead, she turned into 'Grind Meat'.
The other Tester Clones were terrified of what they just saw, the 'dematerializing' of one of the Clones, as it got democratized in a second. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads as they froze and quivered, dumbfounded. They all returned to reality as Laffey-200 stopped firing and checked if everyone was paying attention.
"How many bullets does this bunny have?!" One of the Clones cried out.
"Damn you, Observer. Telling us this battle will be a walk in the park, my ass!" The other Clone cursed.
"Guys, she's pointing at us!!!!" The other Clone screamed as Laffey-200 slowly turned like a swiveling CIWS and pointed her GAU-14 at their direction.
"Disperse!"
Laffey-200 opened fire at the Siren Clones with her GAU-19. The Clones dispersed as they avoided getting hit by .50cal that went thousands of rounds per minute.
"Target locked," Laffey-200 said in a cold and robotic tone like a terminator; her radar locked onto the immobilized Clone. Two AGM-109 Tomahawks were launched from her VLS Cell and headed to their intended target.
"Shit. I was hit. My rigging was hit, and now I'm immobilized," One of the Clones said as she looked at the damaged rigging.
Unbeknownst to her, two Tomahawks were heading in her direction. She quickly glanced at the incoming doom; she only teared up as it got closer. Then it exploded; a massive fireball engulfed her.
"That's her 10th kill. Shit, she's really going to exterminate us!" One of the Clones cried out in fear as she watched the other Clone get turned into grind meat within seconds.
To her deep thoughts, she didn't see the end of the Three Rotating Barrels of the GAU-19 pointing up at her. Her eyes widened in surprise; she couldn't even react in time as she was turned into mist in a second fortification.
"Is she really like that?" Baltimore asked, somewhat scared and bewildered at what she saw; it's not even a battle if you look at the dictionary; it was 'Massacre' at this point.
Lafayette just sighed. "She's always like that."
"How is she even like that anyways?" Bremerton asked next.
"She was made as a response to the Naval Arms Race that is happening back in our world. Without unleashing all of her firepower, she became bloodlust because we are trying to avoid a massive war. But in this world, it's like.... Her target-rich environment, without any laws that prohibit her from doing her job."
"Oh, I see." Both Baltimore and Bremerton said.
"Enough chit-chat. We're here to kick some Siren asses!" An unknown voice spoke behind the three, almost scaring them. They all looked at who it was; it was just Hamman cracking her knuckles.
"I thought everyone received the retreating order? Why are you still here?" Lafayette asked.
"Hamman doesn't need retreating orders from you!" Hamman exclaimed.
"You know that's Miss Enterprise's orders, right?" Lafayette said.
Hamman just "hmp." As she crossed her arms, pouted, and looked away, like your typical tsundere.
Lafayette thought. 'Really a tsundere? Well, she's a cat anyways.'
"Sorry about that, she's always kinda like that to everyone," Baltimore apologized on her behalf.
Lafayette only sighed in total tiredness. "Umm... It's alright. No need to apologize to me. I'm used to it."
Five streaks of light hit the surface of the ocean at hypersonic speed, and huge plumes of water rose up from the subsequent explosion.
Empress III dodged all the attacks coming from Enterprise-80; she was now on the defensive as Enterprise-80 secured the skies as she gained aerial supremacy. Enterprise-80 launched five 2,000lbs GBUs at hypersonic speed at Empress III.
'Damn it. If I get hit with one of those, it will be game over for me,' Empress III thought as she dodged the incoming 2,000lbs GBUs that went supersonic speed.
Empress III activated her Force Field to block 8 Paveway Laser Guided Bombs. Her shield flickered as it absorbed the explosion of 8 guided bombs and shattered like broken glass.
Enterprise-80's Planes attacked Empress III like a flock of birds; she was alone against the Planes. Her defenses wavered as waves of bombs and Missiles slammed against her Force Field.
Then there were the E/A-18 Growlers performing their Jamming. The relentless jamming, even though she countered with her own jamming, she was outnumbered. The F/A-25s also conducted their own jamming via advanced radars mounted on their noses and the edges of their bodies and wings.
'Shit! If this continues, my Shield Generator will be compromised. I need to think of something fast.' In her deep contemplation, she didn't notice another Paveway bomb was dropped in her direction; she quickly moved out of the way of the Paveway Bomb as it exploded near her.
Enterprise-80 also received damage on her own; her Flight Deck Rigging was charred yet operational. Her Planes and defenses proved to be insufficient to tackle Empress III's counterattack; both she and her exchanged blows and dodged.
Enterprise-80 fired her Bow; her arrows were deflected, but they left a mark. A mark that startled Empress III to her core; the Force Field she put up was chipped by the hypersonic arrows.
Empress III broke her daze, quickly looked up at the sky, and noticed the lack of Siren Aircraft. 'So, this is your plan, huh? Securing the sky with your own fighters.'
Empress III laughed like crazy, confusing Enterprise-80 at her unpredictable move or laughter. She then pointed her Bow at her as green-tipped arrows protruded from the two Electromagnetic Rails.
"You managed to separate me from the Siren Fleet and your Fleet to minimize any damage to both fleets. Now we're alone, and you can throw all of your punches without holding back, and chipped my Force Field. Impressive! Very impressive!"
Enterprise-80 noticed Empress III's aura getting more and more ominous. Then Empress III continued her villain monologue.
"This. This is the fight I've been looking for ever since I was summoned here, to this world," She remarked.
Enterprise-80 did not pay any attention to her Villain monologue. She fired an arrow, targeting her core.
Empress III then went ballistic; she fired everywhere at any vicinity. Enterprise-80's Planes were struck by the indiscriminate firing in any general direction. Multiple Wingman Drones got blown to bits by Empress III's indiscriminate firing; a few of her F/A-18s got blown, the F/A-25s were operating far away from Empress III's range or sight.
Enterprise-80 adjusted her stance as she fought Empress III, who was going berserk mode. She took stance and aimed her Bow at her; she aimed for the heart, but the heat of the battle made her shot divert its aim. She hit Empress III's right Rigging, destroying one of the protruding Plasma Cannons.
"Auck, Damn you!!!" Empress III whipped her Tail Rigging at the flying Drone Wingman in retaliation.
"Die!"
With the help of Enterprise's ECMs and E/A-18 Growlers, they jammed Empress III's aim as she avoided the incoming reckless attacks. Enterprise-80 dodged the concentrated fire that came from Empress III's 4 remaining Plasma Cannons as 1 got destroyed.
'Gonna need to end this soon!' Enterprise-80 thought; if this drawn-out battle continued like this, she would eventually deplete her stock of Aircraft.
Brushing that thought aside, she launched 10 more jets consisting of F/A-18 Hornets and F/A-25 Hellcats armed with AIM-260 JATMs. The Air-to-Air were not capable of stopping her, but they were enough to slow her down and for the Bombs to hit their mark.
Empress III's Force Field was hit by multiple Air-to-Air Missiles; she focused all the energy on a single attack. She fired her concentrated beam attack, and all the Air-to-Air Missiles were vaporized instantly.
Enterprise-80 saw the incoming ray of concentrated beam directed at her, and she dodged. 'shit! She's going full in; she wanted to end this battle too quickly!'
Enterprise-80 fired another energy arrow at her. Empress III fired back with her Plasma Cannon; a massive explosion reverberated throughout the battlefield, followed by a subsequent shockwave, as the two energy attacks collided.
Both stopped fighting for a moment as they gasped for air; both of their Rigging sustained substantial damage, their clothes charred and torn (Empress III only wore a fabric, so yeah...). Both breathing heavily, weapons pointed at one another.
"I'm impressed... totally impressed that someone would fight me at such levels," Empress III said; her voice ragged with all the heavy breathing.
"For a Siren feared by most, you're a talkative one," Enterprise-80 responded; her voice ragged.
"Say?" Empress III's got louder. "Why not we go with the finale... if we keep doing this, one of us is going to bleed out. Either me with strength, or you with your planes."
Enterprise-80 tightened her grip and pulled the string of her bow; her eyes narrowed. She knew she couldn't throw more planes into the air, and she also knew Empress III was running out of energy from how many attacks she threw at her.
"It's only one option for us.... And no more holding back," Empress III declared.
Enterprise-80 responded. "I'll just have to bleed you out then." She then released her arrow at her. Empress III dodged and fired back with her Plasma Cannons.
The battle between the two ensued. Empress III slowed down for a bit as the wounds and injuries took a toll on her performance. And this gave Enterprise-80 an opportunity to exploit; she then readied her blue-green tipped arrow.
Empress III felt dread for a split moment as she saw Enterprise-80's bow pointed at her. She could see in her eyes that she wanted to end this battle so soon. 'No....! she's aiming for my core!' Empress III thought.
"This is the end," Enterprise-80 said her one-liner as she was about to release her final shot with her Bow. But then someone just threw a red paper plane cut-out at her Bow; the cut-out turned into a Flaming Zero.
The arrow that Enterprise-80 fired veered off course and passed Empress III with a large margin. The hypersonic boom blew Empress III's white hair and floated in the air; her expression was that of shock, as she was close to being dead.
"Oh, come on!" Enterprise-80 exclaimed, in frustration for interrupting her final shot she'd been waiting for.
Strategist Mark III had just finished fixing her damaged rigging from the earlier attack. Her rigging started glowing red as it powered up. She then stood up and glanced at the ongoing battle.
"Those bastards are going to pay. Those cowardly attacks from a longer distance without showing themselves!" She cried out while clenching a fist.
She raised her right hand and declared. "I will make you pa—"
But before she could have declared her frustration, she was hit by a stray 2,000lbs Hypersonic Bomb from Enterprise-80.
A large explosion reverberated throughout the middle of the Siren Fleet as shrapnel and debris flew all over the middle of the Fleet. The Ship that she was standing on also exploded from the Hypersonic Missile. This caught the other Siren's attention from their own battle.
"What was that?" One of the Clones asked.
The other one just shrugged it off. "Maybe another Azur Lane bomb."
"Yeah. Maybe-"
Before the other Siren Clone could finish a word, she was decapitated within seconds, as a glowing Katana cut the neck like a Hot Knife to a Butter.
JS Maya used the window of opportunity as she decapitated the Siren Clone in front of her within seconds. The Siren head slowly fell from the body and slowly glanced at the person that decapitated her; the whole ordeal went slow-motion.
~Back to Enterprise and Empress III~
Both Enterprise-80 and Empress III looked in the direction where the red paper cut-out came from. They both saw the tired and heavily panting Akagi with another Red paper cut-out in hand.
"I... am not gonna let you... take away... my opportunity.... for the sister that I lost, this is my revenge!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as she remarked.
Akagi blasted her way into the middle of the battle between two Titans with their overwhelming power that dwarfed even her evil demeanor.
She just positioned herself between the two as she proclaimed her revenge, revenge for her Sister's death.
This bitch just positioned herself between the Alien Bitch that shoots Lasers and Missiles and is in the middle of an adrenaline rush to kill. The other one is an Aircraft Carrier that rains down Freedom and Democracy that costs $100,000 per Freedom.