“This is quite the war, isn’t it?”
“You’ve got that right, Julian” Farragut sighed unnoticeably “I wonder if it will ever stop”
“What?”
“The Channel Pact. All the fighting, the killing. It’s been going on for five years now. America is putting everything she’s got into the fight, millions of men are being drafted into the army, but to what avail?”
“It has to end someday Robert. It just has to.”
“I’m not sure if I believe in that anymore”
“These guys, these... dictators, Van Geyte and De Nil. What do you think about them?”
“I’m not sure what to think about them. Foremost, the are the enemy, and we have to defeat them. But what I think...”
“They don’t seem like lunatics to me”
“I don’t think they are either. They are half brilliant, half deluded, and half something altogether... different”
“We are in position sir”
The captain looked up “Signal to all ships, wait for green light”
Simultanously, the radioman pushed a button, and everyone in the control room began watching a board of green lights with great concentration. One by one, the little green bulbs activated, signaling that the fleet was ready. They were blind, yet they could all see.
“Open tubes six and seven”
“Aye Cap’n” the weapons specialist flicked a few switches, and the men could distinctly hear the mechanical sound of hatches opening below the hull.
They were silent, ghosts in the night. Red and blue, us and them
“Torpedoes armed”
“Wait for it”
The captain took a small golden chronometer from his breast pocket, imprinted with the symbol of the Kriegsmarine. Calmly, the men waited. Outside the hull the men could unmistakeably hear the crackling sound of thunder. After what seemed to be an eternity, the captain looked up
“Fire all torpedoes”
The weapons specialist nodded and pushed two buttons “Torpedoes fired”. Allmost simultaneously, the radioman began emitting orders to go hot. “Engage, engage”
One by one, the active green lights on the board began switching colour, as more and more red lights flickered up.
Red was not an appriopriate colour. They were black, silent, deadly.
The captain pressed his chronometer which began ticking.
“Impact in 20”
“Do you miss home, Robert?”
“Sometimes”
“Sometimes?”
“Yeah, I do. But I have a job to do here, Julian. Remember that, we’re here to defend our country. The USN, our first line of defence”
“It seems so... pointless, most of the time. Take the IJN for example. They fought the British for what, three years? They’re all gone now, Japan was bombed flat and defeated. All those dead for nothing.”
“That’s why we can’t give up. We can’t let the same thing happen to America.”
“I guess. Did you get the letter from dad, by the way?”
The Grand Admiral smiled
“Yeah. Looks like he’s still waging his own private war againt the moles plucking his fields bare.”
“Yeah, last thing I heard was that he tried to take them all down by camping out in the field for a week with nothing but a rifle, ammunition and a shovel.”
“He’s still the old one allright”
“Good ol’ pops” The men laughed, amused at the thought of their father going on another typical hotheaded adventure of his.
“But give me a minute here, someone is pulling my shoulder”
Julian moved away from the phone as Robert could hear murmurs in the distance, mixing with the sound of raindrops ticking on glass.
“What do you mean sonar is showing strange things?”
“I don’t know sir, it just...” more murmurs
“Ah, just check it out will you?”
Julian returned to the phone “Sorry for that. Radar is picking up some strange things here. Seems to me that the damn app-” The line shut down
Within a split second, Robert’s bridge was filled with a furiously bright yellow light, knocking many of the staff off their feet in amazement, as a massive shockwave ripped through the ship
“Holy SHIT!”
“What happened!?” Robert quickly jumped up, knocking over most of the radio apparatus in the process, and move to the bridge window looking out towards the USS Virginia.
The fleet was clearly visible now. The USS Virginia had formed into a magnificent blazing torch, lighting up the surroundings for miles ahead. Farragut tried to speak, but the air had left his lungs, as he put his hand on the glass, staring at the ship his brother was on.
“Julian?”
The ship answered him. With a second, volatile explosion, the carriers deck of the USS Virginia snapped in half, as the ammunitions and fuel depots burst, shattering the carrier’s hull into dozens of fragments, flying skyhigh. With the horrible sound of twisting metal the ship finally broke in two halves, each topsizing and sinking into the sea slowly.
Farragut’s men responded sooner than he did
“SUBMARINES! SOUND THE ALARM!!”
Creaking and distorted, the alarms came to life, sounding off a deathly ensemble as the fleet responded.
“ALL MEN! TO THE DEPTH CHARGES! NOW! NOW! NOW!”
The fleet’s destroyer’s surged ahead, attempting to lcoate the submarines that had to be close by, their range wasn’t too great in this weather. But their search was futile, and the storm hid the submarines from sight.
“SIR! SNAP OUT OF IT!” Robert’s second-in-cammed grabbed the Admiral by the shoulders and began shaking him heavily, and Farragut woke up from his paralysis
“Julian... they killed my brother”
“NO TIME FOR THAT NOW, WE HAVE TO RUN! COME SIR!”
Before Farragut knew it, his second-in-command was pulling him through endless corridors, as panicking sailors attempted to get to battle stations. That’s when the other torpedoes hit
The shockwaves came from all around them, as if the seas themselves were drilling a way through the hull. The Republic was hit in the bow, shredding a large part of ballast, as the ship began to lean to the left.
“OH GOD! WE’RE SINKING!”
Behind them, more massive explosions burst forth from the darkness as other American carriers were hit. Debris and wrought steel were flung in all directions. Parts of an airwing were swiped off a carrier deck by a volatile explosion, hitting a destroyer escorting the ship. Blind, the destroyer lost control of it’s rudder, rolling to the side and crashing into the carrier as another series of massive explosions sounded. All around them, the night sky lit up as the downpour was far from sufficient to put out the massive fires that had erupted on the carriers. The waves rocked the destabilized carriers, as many began to capseize, sailors sliding off the decks helplessly as rescue boats scrambled to pick up the survivors. A part of the fleet had detached in panick, attempting to get away, but even they had come under heavy fire, explosions hitting their flanks left and right as torpedoes rained from below. It was over, Farragut thought. And he was right: Two minutes after the men reached the carrier deck, a fire ignited the ammunitions room of the USS Republic, tearing the bridge to shreds. As the lower decks imploded under the enormous pressure, the carrier’s nose slowly dove down and began it’s descent into the vast darkness of the ice-cold Atlantic Ocean.
“Impact”
The captain stopped his chronometer and looked at the men. He did not unfold his periscope, he didn’t need to.
“It is done. Kurt?”
“Yes?”
“Contact the fleet. Hunt all survivors down. Spare none.”
“Yes sir.”
Black and blue, us and them. The captain looked at the marking on the inside of the control room “U-3025”. The Elektroboot, Germany’s new, secret weapon.
Their massive defeat in the Gibbs Fracture deeply shocked the population of America, while military strategists began to realize that advanced German submarine technology would rapidly become a great hazard for the USN, as espionage reports showed that Germany was indeed working on the construction of a ballistic-capable Uboat. But nothing would shock the nation more than the events set to happen on the 1st of January, 1945...