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ravagEr said:
Thunderer



"Wilco. Getting closer. And keep me updated on... Things."
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Leviathan
Location Unknown
@CV12Hornet

Oh no, no- those... those...

Closing her eyes and sucking in a sharp breath as she watched through her scouts as they proceeded to creatively interpret her orders by dry dive bombing one of the unknown and possibly friendly heavy cruisers, Leviathan bit back a shutter, her teeth pressing into her lower lip.

This, this was going to make things difficult to say the least. Antagonizing possibly friendlies was the least of what they needed considering how little in the way of information they had available. A fight when there didn't need to be one was the last thing they needed, especially if the ships were potentially friendly. After all if there were more of those... monsters around, they would need all they help they could get to survive and figure out what was going on.

Then there was the matter of the smoke to the Northeast and whatever that might herald too. Feeling a knot of anxiety build up in her stomach as she opened her eyes, the light carrier issued the recall order both of her wayward Scouts; she'd have them land and send up two hopefully more cautious Scouts towards the Northeast.

Reaching up to press a gloved finger against the bridge of her glasses reassuringly she nibbled on her lip for a moment before withdrawing a new arrow and after notching it launched another pair of Scouts into the and towards the direction of the rise smoke.

That accomplished, she returned to the more immediate matter at hand and the one that forged the growing knot in her stomach. Turning to her flotilla-mates with no small measure of anxiety she couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"At least one of the heavy cruisers is coming this way." She reported casting a nervous glance towards where her Scouts had flow and were now returning from; angry ship in tow. "My Scouts... they, well they decided to get a closer look by... well by creatively interpreting my orders and dry dive bombing one of them so I've recalled those Scouts and sent up a new pair to the Northeast too."

Falling silent, the shy carrier glanced towards the south and bit her lip in anticipation for the likely very upset ship that her scouts had seen coming her way and did her best to steady herself.

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2x (Southern) Fairey Fulmars to return to Leviathan.
2x (New) Fairey Fulmars launched and sent to cautiously investigate rising smoke to the Northeast.
 
Hardly has Smyrna gone very far in the direction the planes have gone when a babble of Greek draws her attention. It had escaped her in the whole weirdness of, y'know, existing, but she does have her old seaplane catapult attached to what looks like her old hull converted to a backpack. Weird. And a very annoyed mini-person jabbing a finger at it. Double weird. The head is too large in relation to the body, and the eyes are one solid color, but damn if the little guy isn't cute!

Shaking her head, Smyrna says, "Alright, yes, thank you for reminding me. Go ahead and get it launched."

Nodding, the little person scrambles away. Shortly after, one of her Geráki seaplanes is trundled out, lashed to the catapult, and then launched into the air. The plane immediately claws for altitude, and for the two Skuas still just in sight.

"Good luck," Smyrna calls out.
 
Shinano Tan
Unknown Location
Daytime
Onto the next fleet 2

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You pull up alongside Michigan and Shinano.

Michigan smiles, before looking confidently towards the horizon, in the rough direction of the enemy fleet.

"Makes sense."

Your Meteors all but rocket up to altitude, rapidly overtaking the Wellingtons.

Your AEW Wellington lands on your flight deck, needing to refuel due to the minimal fuel load it had launched with to facilitate it's rapid scrambling.

You form up on Habbakuk with no issues. With some of the friendly ships moving out, your hydrophones are beginning to be quieter and quieter.

You form up neatly with the pair of friendly battleships and 'Yugu'.
@shinkiro @UbeOne
The Wellingtons are about halfway to the target along with their escorting Beaufighters, Meteors, and Shindens, when Shinano's AEW Skyraider reports more contacts on radar. Shinano's Skyraider's radar operator isn't sure, but he thinks the new contacts might be planes, although his radar set isn't precise enough to be certain.
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"I'm seeing new contacts on radar," I inform my companions. "Likely planes, but it's not clear. Can someone check to be sure, please?


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- Close in towards enemy fleet, until main guns are in range
- 1 Skyraider: Land for refueling, to be relieved by another AEW Skyraider
- 12 Shindens: Continue escorting Habakkuk's bombers
- 10 Shindens: Continue CAP
- 4 Chickasaws: Continue ASW
- Main guns: Target priority - Enemy capital ships, followed by cruisers, then destroyers
- Secondary guns: Target priority - Enemy aircraft, followed by destroyers
- Ready AA guns
- Launch another 4 Shindens for the CAP
 
ravagEr said:
Thunderer



"Wilco. Getting closer. And keep me updated on... Things."
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SirHades2.0 said:
Leviathan
Location Unknown
@CV12Hornet

Oh no, no- those... those...

Closing her eyes and sucking in a sharp breath as she watched through her scouts as they proceeded to creatively interpret her orders by dry dive bombing one of the unknown and possibly friendly heavy cruisers, Leviathan bit back a shutter, her teeth pressing into her lower lip.

This, this was going to make things difficult to say the least. Antagonizing possibly friendlies was the least of what they needed considering how little in the way of information they had available. A fight when there didn't need to be one was the last thing they needed, especially if the ships were potentially friendly. After all if there were more of those... monsters around, they would need all they help they could get to survive and figure out what was going on.

Then there was the matter of the smoke to the Northeast and whatever that might herald too. Feeling a knot of anxiety build up in her stomach as she opened her eyes, the light carrier issued the recall order both of her wayward Scouts; she'd have them land and send up two hopefully more cautious Scouts towards the Northeast.

Reaching up to press a gloved finger against the bridge of her glasses reassuringly she nibbled on her lip for a moment before withdrawing a new arrow and after notching it launched another pair of Scouts into the and towards the direction of the rise smoke.

That accomplished, she returned to the more immediate matter at hand and the one that forged the growing knot in her stomach. Turning to her flotilla-mates with no small measure of anxiety she couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"At least one of the heavy cruisers is coming this way." She reported casting a nervous glance towards where her Scouts had flow and were now returning from; angry ship in tow. "My Scouts... they, well they decided to get a closer look by... well by creatively interpreting my orders and dry dive bombing one of them so I've recalled those Scouts and sent up a new pair to the Northeast too."

Falling silent, the shy carrier glanced towards the south and bit her lip in anticipation for the likely very upset ship that her scouts had seen coming her way and did her best to steady herself.

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2x (Southern) Fairey Fulmars to return to Leviathan.
2x (New) Fairey Fulmars launched and sent to cautiously investigate rising smoke to the Northeast.
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Your recalled Scouts report a Float Plane rising from one of the Heavy Cruisers, the one they flew past to drop some speed, to be exact.

@SirHades2.0

This time, your pilots remain at altitude, and are intercepted by a pair of enemy aircraft

CV12Hornet said:
Hardly has Smyrna gone very far in the direction the planes have gone when a babble of Greek draws her attention. It had escaped her in the whole weirdness of, y'know, existing, but she does have her old seaplane catapult attached to what looks like her old hull converted to a backpack. Weird. And a very annoyed mini-person jabbing a finger at it. Double weird. The head is too large in relation to the body, and the eyes are one solid color, but damn if the little guy isn't cute!

Shaking her head, Smyrna says, "Alright, yes, thank you for reminding me. Go ahead and get it launched."

Nodding, the little person scrambles away. Shortly after, one of her Geráki seaplanes is trundled out, lashed to the catapult, and then launched into the air. The plane immediately claws for altitude, and for the two Skuas still just in sight.

"Good luck," Smyrna calls out.
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Your Scout rises to altitude, and after a couple of minutes, reports a small group of ships to your North

Frisco and the destroyers follow you
 
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SeismicGuide said:
Your called Scouts report a Float Plane rising from one of the Heavy Cruisers, the one they flew past to drop some speed, to be exact.
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Leviathan
Location Unknown
@ravagEr @CV12Hornet

So they were sending a Scout our way then; it made sense, sensible too considering the nature of the... incident her own Scouts had caused. Engaging it was out of the engagement and the float plane's mothership was already following in her own Scout's wake so there was to be no manner of hiding or running. The Light Carrier mused inwardly, anxiously, waiting for the no no doubt justifiably angry Heavy Cruiser to come.

Nothing to do but wait and...

This time, your pilots remain at altitude, and are intercepted by a pair of enemy aircraft
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Engage, Leviathan barked instinctually to her scouts, eyes widening from behind the lenses of her glasses as she felt a semi-familiar chill run down her spine, her head snapping up in the direction her Northern Scouts had approached. Not even close enough to the Smoke to get nightlines and they'd run into planes.

Which meant either a Carrier Deck or Airfield somewhere out there, neither were positive things because either meant that there where hostiles still out there. Her Scouts were going to need help; if they won they'd be damaged at best, if they lost; then the enemy would know she and the others existed and more trouble was coming for them.

She was the only Carrier in either of group too.

Drawing an arrow and launching it quickly into the air she sucked in a nervous breath as a flight of fighters took to the air, a second air sending up a second flight, then a third behind them.

Flights one and two; reinforce the Scouts, Flight three you're on CAP, she ordered wordlessly in the storage way that felt... right.

"Northern Scouts engaged by hostile aircraft, unknown origin, engaging." She reported softly to the others, calmer than she felt at the prospect of fighting enemy aircraft that came out of nowhere, before shifting her weight from foot to foot as her eyes peered up into the distance.

Overwhelm the fighters attacking her second scout flight, have her Southern scouts return, investigate the Smoke to the Northeast, meet the inbound hopefully friendly ships and find out where those fighters were coming from. Just a few things, right? She mused anxiously as her reinforcements raced towards her beleaguered scouts.

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2x (Southern) Fairey Fulmars to continue their return flight to Leviathan.
2x (Northeast) Fairey Fulmars launched and sent to engage hostile aircraft
8x Supermarine Seafires to fly Northeast and reinforce Fairey Fulmar Flight against hostile aircraft.
4x Supermarine Seafires to act as close air patrol for Shipgirl Flotilla.
 
SeismicGuide said:
Your Scout rises to altitude, and after a couple of minutes, reports a small group of ships to your North

Frisco and the destroyers follow you
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Reports soon filter in from Smyrna's floatplane, and they're reasonably good news. The force to the north is small, a small group of large destroyers, a carrier, and either a large heavy cruiser or a battleship. She glances back at Frisco, trailing just behind. From her size... probably 10" guns or thereabouts, maybe a little smaller. Not great odds against a battleship, but if it comes to a fight they had a shot, and any sort of cruiser is dead meat.

Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come to a fight. The scouts had buzzed her, but, well, aviators, and no fighters have come aloft to intercept her scout yet. She'd definitely give whoever had launched them a piece of her mind, and yes, it was a whoever, because the ships to the north were also people just like her flotilla. Weird, but not unwelcome, since her radio protocols are probably foreign.

See, a big part of the issue with her observers identifying the big sucker is that it doesn't look like anything they've ever seen. Definitely a lot of Triune influence in there, same as the carrier, but just different enough to throw them off. The destroyers are even more unfamiliar, though clearly there are only a few ways to make a good destroyer.

"My floatplane reports one carrier, three or four destroyers, and either a battleship or a very large cruiser to the north," Smyrna informs Frisco over her shoulder. She frowns, a new report coming in. "Carrier is launching planes, by the way. Do you have any ideas about how to handle this?"
 
SirHades2.0 said:
Leviathan
Location Unknown
@ravagEr @CV12Hornet

So they were sending a Scout our way then; it made sense, sensible too considering the nature of the... incident her own Scouts had caused. Engaging it was out of the engagement and the float plane's mothership was already following in her own Scout's wake so there was to be no manner of hiding or running. The Light Carrier mused inwardly, anxiously, waiting for the no no doubt justifiably angry Heavy Cruiser to come.

Nothing to do but wait and...



Engage, Leviathan barked instinctually to her scouts, eyes widening from behind the lenses of her glasses as she felt a semi-familiar chill run down her spine, her head snapping up in the direction her Northern Scouts had approached. Not even close enough to the Smoke to get nightlines and they'd run into planes.

Which meant either a Carrier Deck or Airfield somewhere out there, neither were positive things because either meant that there where hostiles still out there. Her Scouts were going to need help; if they won they'd be damaged at best, if they lost; then the enemy would know she and the others existed and more trouble was coming for them.

She was the only Carrier in either of group too.

Drawing an arrow and launching it quickly into the air she sucked in a nervous breath as a flight of fighters took to the air, a second air sending up a second flight, then a third behind them.

Flights one and two; reinforce the Scouts, Flight three you're on CAP, she ordered wordlessly in the storage way that felt... right.

"Northern Scouts engaged by hostile aircraft, unknown origin, engaging." She reported softly to the others, calmer than she felt at the prospect of fighting enemy aircraft that came out of nowhere, before shifting her weight from foot to foot as her eyes peered up into the distance.

Overwhelm the fighters attacking her second scout flight, have her Southern scouts return, investigate the Smoke to the Northeast, meet the inbound hopefully friendly ships and find out where those fighters were coming from. Just a few things, right? She mused anxiously as her reinforcements raced towards her beleaguered scouts.

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2x (Southern) Fairey Fulmars to continue their return flight to Leviathan.
2x (Northeast) Fairey Fulmars launched and sent to engage hostile aircraft
8x Supermarine Seafires to fly Northeast and reinforce Fairey Fulmar Flight against hostile aircraft.
4x Supermarine Seafires to act as close air patrol for Shipgirl Flotilla.
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As your planes raise they break off with their groups, with the Combat Air Patrol flight staying above your head.

@SirHades2.0

Your Northeastern Fighters attempt to make a quick turn to engage, however one is sent spiraling into the sea mid turn. Your Fighters Rolled a 3, The enemy rolled a 6

After that, The remaining plane just tries to keep itself aloft.

As this happens, your freshly launched Fighters arrive, two burst to life, and one of the enemy fighters is sent to join your lost pilot. ENEMY: 4, YOU: 6

CV12Hornet said:
Reports soon filter in from Smyrna's floatplane, and they're reasonably good news. The force to the north is small, a small group of large destroyers, a carrier, and either a large heavy cruiser or a battleship. She glances back at Frisco, trailing just behind. From her size... probably 10" guns or thereabouts, maybe a little smaller. Not great odds against a battleship, but if it comes to a fight they had a shot, and any sort of cruiser is dead meat.

Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come to a fight. The scouts had buzzed her, but, well, aviators, and no fighters have come aloft to intercept her scout yet. She'd definitely give whoever had launched them a piece of her mind, and yes, it was a whoever, because the ships to the north were also people just like her flotilla. Weird, but not unwelcome, since her radio protocols are probably foreign.

See, a big part of the issue with her observers identifying the big sucker is that it doesn't look like anything they've ever seen. Definitely a lot of Triune influence in there, same as the carrier, but just different enough to throw them off. The destroyers are even more unfamiliar, though clearly there are only a few ways to make a good destroyer.

"My floatplane reports one carrier, three or four destroyers, and either a battleship or a very large cruiser to the north," Smyrna informs Frisco over her shoulder. She frowns, a new report coming in. "Carrier is launching planes, by the way. Do you have any ideas about how to handle this?"
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"As long as they aren't coming our way, don't worry about them? If they do, we shoot them down if their hostile?" Frisco offers.
 
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    "I'm giving you... that chance," Stahl replied, slowing down slightly nonetheless, "It is the... duty of a... Battleship... the duty of... a flagship to bear... the brunt of com-bat."
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    Michigan's mouth opens and closes for a moment or two, before she shakes her head. <"Alright, I'm just going to let you do your thing, because we really don't need an argument about that statement.">
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    "...What she said..." Yugu pauses for a couple of moments, lost in thought, before speaking up again. "I... might need some time to myself. I can't focus." So much just happened in such a short amount of time. I need to collect my thoughts.
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    Michigan looks over at Yugu with mild concern in her eyes.
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    "I'm seeing new contacts on radar," I inform my companions. "Likely planes, but it's not clear. Can someone check to be sure, please?
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    Yugu stays silent for a moment before piping up. "...I can go. Just point in their direction."
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    Michigan hums thoughtfully. "It might actually be a better idea to.."

    Whatever she would have said goes unheard, as Habbakuk's Meteors roar overhead.
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    A new AEW is launched, alongside a pair of Meteors, These two were sent on course to do a quick flyby of the new contacts to determine what is going on.
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    Your AEW is quickly able to get a far better picture of the airspace. It looks like the enemy carrier has launched some new fighters, which have intercepted what your radar operators think might be friendly aircraft. Your Meteors are certainly close enough to intervene and get a closer look. You also spot two groups of what might be friendly ships to the south-east of Michigan and the other friendly ships.

    Your Wellingtons and their escorts are 75% of the way to the target. Your pilots have started requesting orders on what to target. The enemy fleet consists of a large battleship, a heavy cruiser, and a pair of destroyers similar to the ones you fought earlier.

    @SirHades2.0

    Your radar picks up a pair of very fast moving aircraft on the edge of their detection range. Your operators aren't sure what they are, but they aren't getting the same hostile feeling they did from the enemy fighters.
     
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    • Ash19256 said:
    Your AEW is quickly able to get a far better picture of the airspace. It looks like the enemy carrier has launched some new fighters, which have intercepted what your radar operators think might be friendly aircraft. Your Meteors are certainly close enough to intervene and get a closer look. You also spot two groups of what might be friendly ships to the south-east of Michigan and the other friendly ships.

    Your Wellingtons and their escorts are 75% of the way to the target. Your pilots have started requesting orders on what to target. The enemy fleet consists of a large battleship, a heavy cruiser, and a pair of destroyers similar to the ones you fought earlier.
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    targeting prioties are as follows, focus down the battleship then mop up the rest. as for thepair of meteors, instructions are toboom and zoom the enemy craft to provide a bit of aid then wait for reinforcments, as another load of Meteors is readied and launched to provide the duo with some backup.
     
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    "As long as they aren't coming our way, don't worry about them? If they do, we shoot them down if their hostile?" Frisco offers.
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    "No, I don't think so, and not just because I want to give that carrier a piece of my mind," Smyrna replies after a moment of thought. "I suggest getting close. Risky, if they prove hostile, but they may know more about the situation and I'd like to get to a port." She glances meaningfully at the Taffy destroyers trailing. "More for them, mind."

    More chatter comes from her scouts, getting a frown and then a modest widening of her eyes.

    "Actually, I think you're right," she amends, sending new orders to her scouts to follow the smoke they saw. "The group to the north is under aerial assault, and my scouts have spotted smoke on the horizon. Changing course."

    Tilting, Smyrna makes a 90-degree turn, away from the carrier group they'd been originally steaming to, and more towards the smoke spotted. Her scouts, too, change direction, heading for the smoke at a considerably greater speed.
     
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    Ryven Razgriz - Philippines (CB-3/CC-1)
    Situation: Still escorting Habbakkuk (CV)
    Location: Unknown
    Habbakuk said:
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    A new AEW is launched, alongside a pair of Meteors, These two were sent on course to do a quick flyby of the new contacts to determine what is going on.
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    Your AEW is quickly able to get a far better picture of the airspace. It looks like the enemy carrier has launched some new fighters, which have intercepted what your radar operators think might be friendly aircraft. Your Meteors are certainly close enough to intervene and get a closer look. You also spot two groups of what might be friendly ships to the south-east of Michigan and the other friendly ships.

    Your Wellingtons and their escorts are 75% of the way to the target. Your pilots have started requesting orders on what to target. The enemy fleet consists of a large battleship, a heavy cruiser, and a pair of destroyers similar to the ones you fought earlier.
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    Targeting priorities are as follows, focus down the battleship then mop up the rest. as for the pair of meteors, instructions are to boom and zoom the enemy craft to provide a bit of aid then wait for reinforcements, as another load of Meteors is readied and launched to provide the duo with some backup.
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    "You seriously have a lot of aircraft." I whistled and commented off-hand as she watched the large Iceberg Carrier launch more aircraft towards the enemy.

    "This new group of contacts... USN patrol perhaps?" I muttered to myself as I watch my radar and listened to the others on the radio.

    I tilted my head a bit, thinking before nodding. "No harm in contacting them, if they proved to be hostile... well, Battleships are already in gun-range anyway."

    "Ladies can one of you radio the new group of contact? Preferably someone heavily armored just in case. See if they're not our enemies if not allies. No harm in radioing them." I radioed to the others.

    @shinkiro @Ash19256 @Sturmi @UbeOne @Firebird Zoom
     
    SeismicGuide said:
    As your planes raise they break off with their groups, with the Combat Air Patrol flight staying above your head.

    @SirHades2.0

    Your Northeastern Fighters attempt to make a quick turn to engage, however one is sent spiraling into the sea mid turn.

    After that, The remaining plane just tries to keep itself aloft.

    As this happens, your freshly launched Fighters arrive, two burst to life, and one of the enemy fighters is sent to join your lost pilot. ENEMY: 4, YOU: 6
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    Leviathan
    Location Unknown
    @ravagEr @Miho Chan

    Sucking in her stomach to try and clench the knot of anxiety in her stomach as a chill ran down her spine, Leviathan couldn't help but wince and swallow anxiously as one of her Fairey Fulmars was shot down by the enemy aircraft.

    It had only been a matter of time before she lost someone and that left one against however many hostiles...

    Or at least it was flying alone until her own dedicated fighters joined the fray; sending one of the bizarre and wrong aircraft down into the sea. Watching the battle from the vision of her remaining scout and eight fighter the usually shy Light Carrier simply glared in the direction of the battle.

    Seafires and Fulmars; break up and engage but stay with your wingmen. Leviathan ordered mentally, her mind racing.

    Unknown but confirmed enemy presence, unknown and hostile filled waters, and more unknown but hopefully friendly ships on approach. Absently reaching up to tap the frame of her glasses before glancing at her flotilla mates and then towards the direction of the Southern Group her other scouts were guiding towards them, she tried to work though something; anything of a plan.

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    Tilting, Smyrna makes a 90-degree turn, away from the carrier group they'd been originally steaming to, and more towards the smoke spotted.
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    ...Or not. Leviathan realized with a bemused start as one of the heavy cruisers; the one her Scouts harassed turned and began heading in a different direction or more specifically they were heading straight towards where the enemy fighters likely came from...

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    Your radar picks up a pair of very fast moving aircraft on the edge of their detection range. Your operators aren't sure what they are, but they aren't getting the same hostile feeling they did from the enemy fighters.
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    More things, Leviathan realized forlornly as that knot in her stomach threatened to bulge, turning her eyes towards where her Radar Operators had detected those ever distant fast fliers, Leviathan ran a hand through her hair before she tried to recompose herself.

    They only had no intel with the only friendly ships that they had any confirmation on were heading towards the danger. There was either a hostile carrier or airbase was supplying fighters and there were likely more enemy ships in the area but there were potentially friendly aircraft in the skies too. And not the least of things being that her own fighters were engaging the enemy.

    We'd need to keep moving, she thought to herself as she glanced around, her eyes scanning the horizon from behind the frames of her glasses; safety in numbers if the enemy fighters broke through but the nearest friendly ships were heading into the unknown. If we stayed were sitting targets for any overwhelming number of ships; they might have one that first engagement decisively but they wouldn't always get that lucky, if they moved though...

    "My fighters have engaged the enemy." Leviathan began with a with a forced calm. "But the ships to the South are on the move towards the Smoke; we need to reach them and soon; s-safety I-in n-numbers and we c-can't afford to get c-cornered."

    With that having been said she tentatively reached for another arrow and began to prime more Seafires for launch as she shifted and looked past the horizon towards where her Southern Scouts flew with in sight of the Southern Group.

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    3x (Northeast) Fairey Fulmars and 8x Supermarine Seafires to engage hostile aircraft.
    4x Supermarine Seafires to act as close air patrol for Shipgirl Flotilla.
     
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    Ryven Razgriz said:
    Ryven Razgriz - Philippines (CB-3/CC-1)
    Situation: Still escorting Habbakkuk (CV)
    Location: Unknown

    "You seriously have a lot of aircraft." I whistled and commented off-hand as she watched the large Iceberg Carrier launch more aircraft towards the enemy.

    "This new group of contacts... USN patrol perhaps?" I muttered to myself as I watch my radar and listened to the others on the radio.

    I tilted my head a bit, thinking before nodding. "No harm in contacting them, if they proved to be hostile... well, Battleships are already in gun-range anyway."

    "Ladies can one of you radio the new group of contact? Preferably someone heavily armored just in case. See if they're not our enemies if not allies. No harm in radioing them." I radioed to the others.

    @shinkiro @Ash19256 @Sturmi @UbeOne @Firebird Zoom
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    "I'll take care of it, I can dip out and bait them if necessary," Harder replies over the radio, before turning to Habakkuk and asking, "Did you happen to see what nationality those planes were?"

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    Thunderer

    SeismicGuide said:
    Your Scout rises to altitude, and after a couple of minutes, reports a small group of ships to your North
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    Thunderer stares at the reconnaissance plane. Not trying to drop bombs on her, so maybe friendly? Or self preservation?

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    This time, your pilots remain at altitude, and are intercepted by a pair of enemy aircraft
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    She probably has that under control. Maybe.

    Probably should have asked for radio frequency a while ago.

    She increases speed, continuing towards the other group.
     
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    "No, I don't think so, and not just because I want to give that carrier a piece of my mind," Smyrna replies after a moment of thought. "I suggest getting close. Risky, if they prove hostile, but they may know more about the situation and I'd like to get to a port." She glances meaningfully at the Taffy destroyers trailing. "More for them, mind."
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    The (Unknowingly dubbed)Taffies beam up at you for considering their slightly smaller cruising range, and Johnston comes up to you, steals your hand and places it atop her head.

    "Right. Well, if they do attack us, we're all good on AA throw weight." The other cruiser says with a nod.

    More chatter comes from her scouts, getting a frown and then a modest widening of her eyes.

    "Actually, I think you're right," she amends, sending new orders to her scouts to follow the smoke they saw. "The group to the north is under aerial assault, and my scouts have spotted smoke on the horizon. Changing course."

    Tilting, Smyrna makes a 90-degree turn, away from the carrier group they'd been originally steaming to, and more towards the smoke spotted. Her scouts, too, change direction, heading for the smoke at a considerably greater speed.
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    The DDs and CA follow suit with a quick look at the possibly friendly carrier group, a forgotten instinct bursting to the surface, only to be rationalized with the prospect of being able to get rid of the opposition instead of bringing down enemy air power in balls of flames.

    ravagEr said:
    Thunderer



    Thunderer stares at the reconnaissance plane. Not trying to drop bombs on her, so maybe friendly? Or self preservation?



    She probably has that under control. Maybe.

    Probably should have asked for radio frequency a while ago.

    She increases speed, continuing towards the other group.
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    SirHades2.0 said:
    Leviathan
    Location Unknown
    @ravagEr @Miho Chan

    Sucking in her stomach to try and clench the knot of anxiety in her stomach as a chill ran down her spine, Leviathan couldn't help but wince and swallow anxiously as one of her Fairey Fulmars was shot down by the enemy aircraft.

    It had only been a matter of time before she lost someone and that left one against however many hostiles...

    Or at least it was flying alone until her own dedicated fighters joined the fray; sending one of the bizarre and wrong aircraft down into the sea. Watching the battle from the vision of her remaining scout and eight fighter the usually shy Light Carrier simply glared in the direction of the battle.

    Seafires and Fulmars; break up and engage but stay with your wingmen. Leviathan ordered mentally, her mind racing.

    Unknown but confirmed enemy presence, unknown and hostile filled waters, and more unknown but hopefully friendly ships on approach. Absently reaching up to tap the frame of her glasses before glancing at her flotilla mates and then towards the direction of the Southern Group her other scouts were guiding towards them, she tried to work though something; anything of a plan.



    ...Or not. Leviathan realized with a bemused start as one of the heavy cruisers; the one her Scouts harassed turned and began heading in a different direction or more specifically they were heading straight towards where the enemy fighters likely came from...



    More things, Leviathan realized forlornly as that knot in her stomach threatened to bulge, turning her eyes towards where her Radar Operators had detected those ever distant fast fliers, Leviathan ran a hand through her hair before she tried to recompose herself.

    They only had no intel with the only friendly ships that they had any confirmation on were heading towards the danger. There was either a hostile carrier or airbase was supplying fighters and there were likely more enemy ships in the area but there were potentially friendly aircraft in the skies too. And not the least of things being that her own fighters were engaging the enemy.

    We'd need to keep moving, she thought to herself as she glanced around, her eyes scanning the horizon from behind the frames of her glasses; safety in numbers if the enemy fighters broke through but the nearest friendly ships were heading into the unknown. If we stayed were sitting targets for any overwhelming number of ships; they might have one that first engagement decisively but they wouldn't always get that lucky, if they moved though...

    "My fighters have engaged the enemy." Leviathan began with a with a forced calm. "But the ships to the South are on the move towards the Smoke; we need to reach them and soon; s-safety I-in n-numbers and we c-can't afford to get c-cornered."

    With that having been said she tentatively reached for another arrow and began to prime more Seafires for launch as she shifted and looked past the horizon towards where her Southern Scouts flew with in sight of the Southern Group.

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    2x (Southern) Fairey Fulmars to Shadow the Southern Shipgirl Group.
    3x (Northeast) Fairey Fulmars and 8x Supermarine Seafires to engage hostile aircraft.
    4x Supermarine Seafires to act as close air patrol for Shipgirl Flotilla.
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    Almost immediately, the remaining of you scouts bursts into flames and the pilot bails out, but in return, four enemies are sent spiraling into the sea in flames themselves.

    Another pair of your fighters goes down as the enemy gets lucky.
    Your southern fighters turn around and begin to shadow the Heavy Cruisers and destroyer
    @Miho Chan

    The four of you let time pass as you left things alone to rest for a quick minute.

    A new group has been spotted, and one of your charges is doing her job.

    What shall you do?

    @SirHades2.0, @ravagEr, @Miho Chan

    You all make a turn for a crosspoint with the southern group
     
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    SeismicGuide said:
    Almost immediately, the remaining of you scouts bursts into flames and the pilot bails out, but in return, four enemies are sent spiraling into the sea in flames themselves.

    Another pair of your fighters goes down as the enemy gets lucky.
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    ravagEr said:
    Thunderer



    Thunderer stares at the reconnaissance plane. Not trying to drop bombs on her, so maybe friendly? Or self preservation?



    She probably has that under control. Maybe.

    Probably should have asked for radio frequency a while ago.

    She increases speed, continuing towards the other group.
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    Leviathan
    Location Unknown
    Fleet 2
    @Miho Chan @CV12Hornet

    Sucking in a tense breath from between her teeth before biting her lip, Leviathan swallowed anxious, her eyes watching the horizon almost absently.

    Two Fireflies, and two Supermarines down. Four in exchange for five hostile aircraft. Not good; not really, but it was battle and it could be going worse, right? She mused nervously as she tried her best to analyze the ongoing situation. But... but this was getting worse and they weren't any close to getting any information either.

    No intel; no idea as to how strong or weak the enemy were; nor who those faster aircraft truly belonged too, or whatever the origin of the Smoke was either. They could be facing all the Aircraft enemy could dispatch or only the vanguard of a larger force or anything in between. And she was losing fighters faster than her own were taking the enemy out.

    If her pilots were shot down; if she lost the skies; then it would only be a matter of time before they were found by the enemy and if that happened then it would be a matter of time before they were sunk.

    And they had already come close once before.

    Safety in numbers, she reminded herself as she casted a glance towards were the other flotilla was according to the scouts she had shadowing them. Ships that were heading straight for danger and doing so quickly. They needed to be warned but the enemy fighters needed to be taken out too if she and the other were to not get found and hunted. Reinforce her fighters, rescue her pilots, regroup with the friendlies, get intel.

    Running a hand through her hair she bit her lip anxiously before reaching for another arrow. Letting it fly a beat later and watching as her reinforcements took to the air the light carrier glanced nervously towards the other members of the flotilla.

    "Still engaging the enemy but I'm losing Aircraft and I-I don't know if they have reinforcements." She murmured anxious, as she split her attention between the battle in the skies, her reinforcements, the sight of the Scouts that shadowed the Southern Group, and her flotilla mates. "We... we need to l-link up with other group or start moving and-and s-soon before the... before more en-enemy aircraft a-arrive and we get l-located."

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    (Southern) 2x Fairey Fulmars to Shadow the Southern Shipgirl Group.
    (Northeast) 2x Fairey Fulmars, 6x Supermarine Seafires to engage hostile aircraft.
    4x Supermarine Seafires to act as close air patrol for Shipgirl Flotilla.
    (New/Northeast) 6x Supermarine Seafires to reinforce fighters engaging enemy aircraft.
     
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    SeismicGuide said:
    The (Unknowingly dubbed)Taffies beam up at you for considering their slightly smaller cruising range, and Johnston comes up to you, steals your hand and places it atop her head.

    "Right. Well, if they do attack us, we're all good on AA throw weight." The other cruiser says with a nod.



    The DDs and CA follow suit with a quick look at the possibly friendly carrier group, a forgotten instinct bursting to the surface, only to be rationalized with the prospect of being able to get rid of the opposition instead of bringing down enemy air power in balls of flames.
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    Smyrna's scout planes soon report back the situation: the smoke is from four destroyers, a small carrier, and what look to be two big cruisers. Once again, the designs aren't ones she's familiar with, but these aren't just unfamiliar. They're wholly alien, and somehow exude wrongness in a way that's hard to explain. The normally easygoing cruiser finds herself nearly biting her cigarette clean in two, and she makes an effort to relax a little.

    Regardless, she finds herself surprisingly eager to lock horns with this group. Something in her gut screams "Hostile!" about them.

    "Alright, the group we're moving toward is likely but not confirmed to be hostile," Smyrna informs her small task force. "Stay on your toes, and keep your firing solutions hot. Good chance we're about to get shot at."

    Her words are accompanied by the cruiser accelerating, heels digging into the water.
     
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