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80 Miles west of Azur Lane Main Base
To say things were not going well was an understatement. The entirety of Azur Lane, aside from those laid up for repairs and refits, were fighting this massive fleet. Hundreds of standard Siren destroyers, dozens of Pawn class super destroyers, a hundred or more regular Siren cruisers, two dozen Castle class super cruisers, a dozen Bishop class super-carriers and a further dozen Knight class super battleships, alongside a new ship- a Queen class super Battleship-Carrier hybrid, and a half dozen Siren Arbiters, including a pair of Purifiers. Azur Lane was giving its all, but....
The fight had started simple- Wahoo has spotted a large convoy- dozens of transports, a dozen cruisers, a Knight and a Bishop, a couple dozen destroyers. As she called in reinforcements, so too did the Sirens, until the fight was what it is now. It was looking like this was the deciding fight of the war, and Azur Lane was losing.
Iowa
"Fuck! Where's our reinforcements!?" Iowa screamed over the radio. "Iowa, This is the Commander. We don't HAVE anyone else to send! The closest allies are over a day away, and by then....." BOOM!
"This is Enterprise! I've been hit. I'm ok, but I'm out of the fight." Iowa paled. Enterprise was the last carrier Kansen they had in the fight, and without her..... Iowa glanced around. Roon was still fighting, but was a bit sluggish, one eye shut with a gash across it. Vampire was there, one arm limp from a near miss. Belfast was covering Enterprise's retreat. Illustrious was halfway back to port at this point. "Fuck it! we're still in the fight!" Just as she was about to order a charge of the remaining dozen cruisers, two dozen destroyers and Hood alongside herself, a radio message came across "Requesting Target Coordinates" "Who is this?!" Iowa demanded.
50 Miles Southeast of Azur Lane Main Base, 50 feet depth below the surface
"Who is this?!" an insistent voice demanded. "This is the Yuktobanian Ballistic Missile Submarine Hrimfaxi. Requesting Targeting coordinates for launch."
"This is the Commander of Azur Lane.....Coordinates are being sent now. All Azur Lane Forces, pull back."
"This is Hrimfaxi, coordinates....received. Launch preparations completed. Burst Missile Launched. Any allied aircraft above the enemy are to clear out. any aircraft caught below 5,000 feet will be annihilated."
(So, This is my redemption, My second chance, as that Tester said. To assist in a desperate battle, much like THEY did, many times.....so be it)
Iowa
She was pulling back as ordered, when she, and all the girls who had served in the later stages of the Cold War of another world, suddenly felt SOMETHING, and all screamed out "VAMPIRE! VAMPIRE! VAMPIRE! INBOUND BALLISTIC MISSILE!!" The voice from earlier, a voice laced with a heavy Northern Parliament accent, came across: "Burst Missile Launched. Detonation in 10.....5, 4, 3, 2 and..IMPACT!"
The evening skies lit up like it was midday from the blast. Then, all hell rained down on the enemy fleet. Within seconds, all the destroyers, regular AND Pawn class disappeared. The cruisers followed in short order, a few exploding into nothing more than flotsam. The Battleships were torn asunder when their magazines blew, penetrated by shards of molten steel. The carriers were no better, slipping under, with aircraft on deck exploding into scrap along the way. Any aircraft airborne were nothing more than puffs of smoke, vaporized by the detonation. As for the Queen, and the Arbiters? The Queen was a floating wreck, barely seaworthy, the flight decks looking more like the surface of the moon, the massive gun turrets twisted steel, the railgun turrets twisted and unrecognizable. The Arbiters were dead or dying, only one having come through even remotely alright.
Hours later
The fleet pulled into port, battered, bruised, maimed, but alive. Sitting in port was a massive.....submarine? It was bigger than any ship there aside from Yamato herself, in port earlier due to her bow being blown off. Standing on the bow of the submarine (Hrimfaxi) was a girl, standing as tall as Unicorn, with dirty blond hair, normally azure blue eyes dull due to a fatigue that had nothing to do with physical tiredness, and a sharp look on her face. She turned to the leader of the fleet, Iowa and saluted. "Yuktobanian Naval Forces super submarine Hrimfaxi, ready to assist!"