Happy May Day to everyone!>>658084>>658535You let everyone on the bridge hold their positions for a moment while you slowly walk around and scan the room and its occupants. On the one hand, you feel a bit guilty since most of those that have been snapped to attention were those currently operating a station in some capacity. On the other hand, a moment's reprieve from their duties will probably not harm anything important at the moment given that the ship doesn't seem to be currently moving.
During your examination of the people present, you spot who you judge to be the people the guards mentioned, Captain Durand and Commissar Rossi. Of the two, only Durand returns your gaze. Rossi instead chooses to stare in what seems to be another direction entirely.
"As you were, ladies and gentlemen." You eventually say. In response, everyone relaxed and returned to their tasks. As they did so, the two people that caught your interest before, the two officers, captain and commissar, began to walk over to where you and Rosa stood.
"I wasn't expecting you to join us so early, Comrade Admiral." Rossi, who was dressed in a black uniform with red highlights and was clearly the older of the two said. "Captain Durand was going to check the readiness of the 1st and 2nd battle groups while we waited for the rest of the participants for today's meeting."
As she said so, her eyes glanced towards the young-looking girl next to her, who just looked back at Rossi with what you interpreted to be annoyance.
After that moment passed, Durand turned to face you, now all smiles. "In any case, it is good to see you again, Comrade Admiral!"
"Likewise." You said simply. "Now, what sort of situation have I woken up to exactly? Lieutenant Vallon already gave me the brief version, but I'd like to hear the full brief before the meeting begins."
Durand frowned slightly before she started. "Very well, then we should start from when we all went to bed, I suppose. There were no issues or any abnormal readings at all until 0230, when some sort of… anomaly was detected, and all foreign radio signals suddenly ceased completely."
"We checked with other ships, and they noticed the exact same thing happen at the same time. Since then no sea traffic has come in from outside either, not even the regularly scheduled merchant convoys from our allies in Altan and the Bastillien. Thus, the chairman of the CDR approved an immediate shift to wartime readiness and the use of one of the Fleet Reserve battlegroups to conduct coastal and nearby ocean reconnaissance," Rossi says, calm and steady as a rock.
You think for a moment before you respond. "So there was no warning at all, not from the weather station at least or even the port authority?"
"None, sir."
That was concerning. Not only were you stuck in the position of a fleet admiral for a nation that you were unfamiliar with, but it seemed increasingly like some sort of… event happened that separated this entire nation from its original world. The fact that their sea charts didn't match their existing ones anymore STRONGLY hinted towards a sort of "Island In The Sea of Time" type of scenario. Which you're quite sure was going to make the meeting soon with the other flag officers quite interesting.
"How is the situation in the fleet right now?"
Durand, the young captain, and apparently the captain of CA Progrés as well, spoke up after your question. "Besides the higher alert, the overall situation is fine. At most, the crew is just nervous."
Good, that was good. At least nobody's going crazy and stabbing anyone.
However, another question still remained. If this odd, French-esque socialist nation you were now stuck with was not in the world it was originally supposed to be in… where exactly were you then?
"Ma'am, we're getting a transmission from one of the M19Ns we sent out on air patrol."
"Patch them through, ensign." Durand responds.
Within a few seconds, the young crew member has already managed to patch the transmission from the pilot into the bridge's overhead speakers.
"This is Pigeon 1, I have eyes on several ships. Repeat, I have eyes on possible contacts."
"Progrés here, this is Captain Durand speaking. We read you, Pigeon 1. Can you describe the contacts?"
"I'll try to get a closer look, Captain, but from what I can tell already from where I'm at, these ships look like they jumped out straight out of a history book. Over."
There was a short silence before Pigeon 1 resumed his transmission.
"Yeah, definitely history book material. These ships look to be wooden-hulled, three masts tall, with sails. Lots of them. Definitely not civilian, from what I'm able to see, all of them look to be armed. They also have what look to be cannons. Like real old-school muzzle-loaded cannons. Over."
Again, the information gave everyone, including you, some pause.
"Wait, there's something written on the sails…" The pilot muttered, trailing off for a moment before continuing. "M-a-r-i-n-e… Marine."
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