09-25-2020, 04:24 PM
Aboard The EIS Triton, In the South Xiomeran Sea, near Zapotlán
September 12th
Chief Admiral Maria Circè stood on the main deck of the Triton, ignoring the salty most spraying up from the sea. Her Third in command, Commodore Swenson, stood by her side, watching the Eirian landing crafts mingle with other nations' crafts approaching Zapotlán. The few people on deck were nervous, a pair of sailors waiting by the front gun looked to her in anticipation. She was not nervous, or fearful of her life. I lost the ability to feel fear in a battle long ago. Instead, she felt for her crew, and the brave soldiers in those landing crafts about to land on the Xiomeran shoreline.
Her Second in Command, Vice Admiral Keška, was aboard the Athena-class Destroyer Determination, as was Eirian naval protocol. If the command ship gets taken out, the second in command can take over from a safe place. Commodore Swenson didn't seem as nervous as the sailors, though he did seem a bit hesitant, like he wanted to speak, but didn't want to disturb. Her mouth turned up into a smile. I intimidate him. Poor guy's not used to having to take orders directly, since he's been put on patrol duty for years. With his superb battle record, I wonder why.
"If you want to speak, Commodore, go ahead. You have nothing to worry about. A good leader consults their advisors. Please, go ahead."
He hesitated for one moment longer, before speaking up. "I was wondering why the Senate was so insistent on sending a battalion to fight along with the Naval support. I support fighting in this war, and I get sending Air and Naval Support, but why land forces? Eiria isn't exactly known for our army's prowess. It just seems a bit unnecessary to me."
Before Circè could give an answer, a Lieutenant hurried on to the bridge, jumping to a salute when he reached the Commanders. "Admiral, Commodore. We are approaching Zapotlán."
Circè held back a chuckle, glancing over her shoulder. No Shit. "Has the Arion prepared the fighters to launch as soon as we get within range to destroy their defenses?".
"Yes Admiral."
"Good." She took one last look at the approaching coastline and sighed. "All hands to battle stations. Send up the 'Prepare for Battle' signal to all nearby Eirian ships. Let's show those Xiomerans the true strength of the Eirian Navy."
September 12th
Chief Admiral Maria Circè stood on the main deck of the Triton, ignoring the salty most spraying up from the sea. Her Third in command, Commodore Swenson, stood by her side, watching the Eirian landing crafts mingle with other nations' crafts approaching Zapotlán. The few people on deck were nervous, a pair of sailors waiting by the front gun looked to her in anticipation. She was not nervous, or fearful of her life. I lost the ability to feel fear in a battle long ago. Instead, she felt for her crew, and the brave soldiers in those landing crafts about to land on the Xiomeran shoreline.
Her Second in Command, Vice Admiral Keška, was aboard the Athena-class Destroyer Determination, as was Eirian naval protocol. If the command ship gets taken out, the second in command can take over from a safe place. Commodore Swenson didn't seem as nervous as the sailors, though he did seem a bit hesitant, like he wanted to speak, but didn't want to disturb. Her mouth turned up into a smile. I intimidate him. Poor guy's not used to having to take orders directly, since he's been put on patrol duty for years. With his superb battle record, I wonder why.
"If you want to speak, Commodore, go ahead. You have nothing to worry about. A good leader consults their advisors. Please, go ahead."
He hesitated for one moment longer, before speaking up. "I was wondering why the Senate was so insistent on sending a battalion to fight along with the Naval support. I support fighting in this war, and I get sending Air and Naval Support, but why land forces? Eiria isn't exactly known for our army's prowess. It just seems a bit unnecessary to me."
Before Circè could give an answer, a Lieutenant hurried on to the bridge, jumping to a salute when he reached the Commanders. "Admiral, Commodore. We are approaching Zapotlán."
Circè held back a chuckle, glancing over her shoulder. No Shit. "Has the Arion prepared the fighters to launch as soon as we get within range to destroy their defenses?".
"Yes Admiral."
"Good." She took one last look at the approaching coastline and sighed. "All hands to battle stations. Send up the 'Prepare for Battle' signal to all nearby Eirian ships. Let's show those Xiomerans the true strength of the Eirian Navy."
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