Lion’s guns roared, and a great fireball erupted from the leading battleship as they struck something vital. He picked himself off the cold steel flor of the aft conning tower in time to see the crippled Lion swing sharply to port, her four turrets turning to bear on the great host of twisted, unworldly black ships pursuing their line.
Lutzow’s aft turrets fired a salvo in return, landing short of her target. A bang echoed across the waves as the infernal shell exploded against her aft turret, cutting down crews attempting to hose down a fire on her stern. “Helm, bring us about!”įranz von Hipper stumbled as Lutzow was struck again. “Rally the men! We will not sell our lives lightly!” He commanded. “We fight!” Beneath their feet, Lion rumbled in agreement. This time, a spark seemed to catch light, and a firm chorus responded. I ask again, are you going to surrender? Or are you going to fight?” He repeated, nearly shouting above the sound of another salvo. Should we fail here, we open the gates for a great and terrible evil. “Behind our great navy lies Britain, the continent, the entire world. He closed his eyes as his mind thought to his two sons and his wife, living in the shadow of a war that was now eclipsed by a foe much more terrifying. The officers before him glanced at each other, some quiet “Ayes” drowned out by the roar of shells slamming into the ocean around them. Are you going to surrender, or are you going to fight?” “We find ourselves with our backs to the wall. “Gentlemen!” He spoke, catching their attention. Strain from three hours of frantic combat seemed to catch up all at once as the adrenaline drained away to be replaced with the certainty of death. There was no way out, and no rescue looming on the horizon. With her machinery shot to pieces and a shaft shattered by shellfire, Lion was already dead. A battlecruiser under fire and unable to flee was a battlecruiser soon to die. For a battlecruiser, speed was their shield. While the men continued to fill their duties, the chaos on the bridge did little to mask the fear of everyone aboard. The air seemed to chill at that pronouncement. “Damage control has stopped the flooding, but half the boilers are wrecked and there’s no way for us to fix the broken shaft. Not that being in the lead had saved Lion.Īn officer stumbled off the ladder, soot and blood staining his uniform.
To be willing to assume the tail of the massive battlecruiser column in their run to the north took uncommon bravery. Eight pillars of water shot up into the air around her as a salvo of shells missed the German battlecruiser, but she doggedly stuck to her course. Vice-Admiral David Beatty stood silently, an island of calm as he watched the Lutzow pull ahead of the crippled battlecruiser. “How are the boilers? If we can’t get underway again we’re all doomed!” Fifteen dead, at least, and many of the wounded aren’t going to make it.” “The portside fire has been contained, but three of our secondaries have been burned out. Click to shrink.Did someone say fat-bottomed girls? >.>Ī fragment from a longer story I’m working on.
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