《The Final Siege Crisis》Chapter 3 : The first sea battle begins
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1125 Hours Nov. 7th, 2041 CE
0km Northwest of Scarborough Shoal, Philippines
As the Philippine Navy West Fleet Strike group is nearing to the Invasion Fleet of a Unknown Rogue Country. They Flew 2 unit of Sikorsky MH-60R towards to the frontline and they use a loudspeaker to give the enemy fleet a warning of entering the Philippine Territorial waters.
"This is Blackbird zero-five to Eagle one actual Enemy fleet inbound!"
"Copy Blackbird zero-five! You may commence with your speaker Eagle one actual out!"
The Enemy fleet was shocked by seeing two flying Helicopter towards them
"Hey Captain! look to the sky are two unknown breed of dragons are flying above us!"
The Captain of the fleet was shocked by seeing a Helicopter above them and they even think that is a new breed of a flying species.
"What is that thing?
"THIS IS THE PHILIPPINE NAVY! YOU ARE ENTERING THE PHILIPPINE EXCLUSIVE ECONOMIC ZONE! TURN AWAY TO AVOID ANY CONFLICT!"
"What? That dragon can talk? but I cannot understand on what it says?"
"THIS IS THE PHILIPPINE NAVY! YOU ARE ENTERING THE PHILIPPINE EXCLUSIVE ECONOMIC ZONE! TURN AWAY TO AVOID ANY CONFLICT!"
The Captain of the Rogue fleet orders to fire at the Flying Helicopter
"Everyone shoot that two white dragons!"
The Enemy Fleet has loaded their ballista some arrows to shoot down the 2 helicopters above them
"Fire!"
One of the Seahawk MH-60R was hit by a arrow of a ballista at the bottom of the cargo hook
"Shit! This is Blackbird Zero-six I'm hit! The enemy fleet just start shooting their ballista towards us! returning back to the deck"
"This is Control you are clear to land"
"Blackbird Zero-Six RTB"
"This is Blackbird zero-five! please authorize us to shoot the enemies"
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"This is Eagle one actual! Weapons Free! I say it again Weapons Free! but be caution! Our fleet will be there 5 mikes!
"Wilco! Blackbird zero-five out!"
The MH-60R just started to fire two 2 torpedoes and suddenly went back to the Assault ship
"Blackbird zero-five Launching the Torpedoes"
"Hey that one white dragon just drop something!"
"HAHAHAH maybe that white dragon just drop its feces HAHAHAHA"
The Captain of the rogue fleet just shocked when his two ship was suddenly exploded
"What on Aria (Aria is the name of their Earth) was that!"
"Captain! our two ship is sinking! What should we do?"
"Fire that white dragon!"
"Wait captain that white dragon just already left!"
"That coward! well then lets continue to move forward! Helmsman Hard starboard!"
"Aye Captain!"
"This island needs to be colonize by the name of our Emperor Zarnova!"
Everyone on ship just shouting!
"Aaaarrrrrr!!!"
The Captain of the rogue fleet just used his telescope and he suddenly saw 5 large unidentified iron ships
"What is that thing?"
"It looks like a floating iron fortress!"
"Everyone Prepare to attack!"
The Philippine Navy just already flew their F-35B squadron to the air with guided bombs and air to air missiles intact on their Internal weapons bay and The strike group has started shelling their 76mm Main guns toward the rogue naval fleet.
"All Call signs Check in!"
"This is Panther one standing by!"
"This is Panther two on stand by!"
"This is Panther three i'm always ready for your coordinates!"
"This is Panther four I'm Ready for your orders!"
"This is panther five Standing by!"
"This is Panther Six Reporting in!"
"This is Panther one to Panther Squadron Weapons hot! Enemy fleet armada inbound!"
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"Wico Panther one!"
The F-35B Squadron are preparing to fire their AGM-65 Maverick Precession guided missile towards the enemy rogue Naval fleet armada
"Imma count of three, three, two, one, Rifle!"
All F-35B Squadrons Simultaneously fired their AGM-65 Mavericks towards the enemy Fleet armada. A Loud Explosion and a Screeching sound of the F-35B has been heard by all sailors of the Enemy Fleet armada that had been cause of their panic that no one has ever seen this monstrosity flying creatures.
"What on Gods name was that! 12 of my ship was suddenly destroyed?"
"SSSSSWWWIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSHHHHH!"
"What is that thing? A new Wyvern? their speed are too fast even our own wyvern cannot intercept those creatures!"
"Hey Where's our Wyvern back up? contact them on the magic communications right now!
"Aye Captain!"
"Where are those stupid Air force until now they are still not here to back us up?"
"Captain we can't contact the Wyvern Fleet!"
"What?! don't you say they are already been eliminated?
"I can't tell captain but until now there still no response from them."
"Order our Wyvern pilots to immediately launch and intercept those unknown creatures!"
"Aye Captain!"
Before they launch their wyvern in the air another airstrike has been launch by F-35B squadron and a huge explosion has
"Boom..... Boom..... Booom...."
"Captain! our Wyvern carriers has been sunk by those fast flying creatures!"
"Everyone engage! Lets attack those 5 floating fortress towards us! All ahead to portside! All cannons and balistas ready!"
"Captain but they are still far away we can't fire our cannons in that distance?"
"Just do as I say! they will meet our firepower!"
Philippine Navy West Fleet Strike group
The Admiral of the fleet has ordered to commence bombardment towards the enemy fleet armada
"This is Eagle one actual to Strike group you a clear to strike! I say it again you are clear to strike!"
"Wilco Eagle one Actual!"
Inside of the CIC
"Fire control launch 76mm, BATTERIES RELEASE!"
A simultaneous firing of salvos from the Strike group has been engage and lots of Enemy naval ships had been destroyed
The Captain of the Rogue naval fleet can't still believe on what he is seeing right now and he is still in shocked.
"What on Aria are this monstrosity?"
"Captain we need to fall back! We've already lose hundreds of our ships! Captain!"
"This cannot be! I the strategic captain of Empire of Zarnova Navy, My name will be written in the history book as a incompetent strategic captain of the navy!"
His men are shouting in pain while their ships are being destroyed by countless salvos of explosions. His vice captain has asking his Captain to retreat. but his captain are still having a delusion.
"Captain! we need to retreat now!"
"Oh my King Zarnova I have failed you please guide us to win this battle? I beg you please guide us, oh King Zarnova!"
"Captain! stop it"
The Vice captain just slapped the Captain on the face and suddenly he regain his consciousness.
"Captain! We need to retreat now!"
"Oh! Okay order everyone to retreat! I will bare the responsibility of this!"
The Strike group has suddenly stop their firing as they see the enemy fleet armada are starting to flee
"This is Eagle one Actual to strike group! everyone ceasefire! tangoes are retreating"
Everyone on the Strike group stopped their bombardment towards the enemy armada
"This is Eagle one Actual to the strike group! Everyone prepare to rescue this surviving POWs We are going home!"
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