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Aboard the Fuso flagship, HMG Three Mountains
Admiral Torasho Yi
0030 hours

[b]CRACK![/b]

The storm brewed ever rougher on the waters in the Strait of Kyunshu, the waters which separated the glorious Empire from the treacherous Shogunate. There had been word of an Izuno attack group or patrol of sorts in the waters, but so far nothing transpired that would suggest otherwise. Hell, there might be a chance they'd scurried off to their docks in fear of the turbulent waves that clawed at the side of the ships, throwing salt water across the deck, blinding the view from the already violent rain. All ships had their beacons turned up to their max, piercing the shrouds of stormy nights as they crested from each monstrous wave to the next.

"Sir, perhaps we should turn back?" a young women looked to Admiral Yi, her inept feet quivered with fear of being swallowed by the waves, "The storm is getting rough and so far there isn't any sign of the enemy."

"No! The enemy is here, the man leading the so-called shogunate navy here is one who has escaped my grasp many times over. He maybe a coward who runs from a true and honorable fight, but tonight he is here, I can sense it." Admiral Yi's aged face, wrinkles chiseled through years of dedicated service, stood as firm as his resolve, his famous unyielding stance stood straight even as the bridge rocked in all directions, "Our sacred Emperor has commanded us to sally forth and destroy the enemy in his name. We shall not falter! Even if the seas open up to devour us whole, I will not end my quest and hither should all of you! For we are sailers of Fuso! There are no finer seamen and women in this world! This so called "violent storm" you worry about is merely a test of our resolve!"

There was a muttering of agreement by the Admiral's speech which soon evolved into a cheer. There was a certain humbleness for the Emperor to personally wish for their skills on the seas, a certain delight of being given divine directions by the bloodline of the Golden Emperor. The crew needed not worry about the ocean, no matter how vigorously it may shake the boat, no matter how dark and fogged the windows may become, not matter how dangerous their enemy was, they had the support of the Emperor behind them. They could not fail! There was only glory and honor to be sought after!

The Admiral's old face cracked a smile as he rested a hand on his XO's shoulder, being handed a small file. Yi had been given a force of 10 ships to erase the enemy. A carrier group of one carrier and its two cruiser escorts, a four-ship strong patrol fleet, a pair of battleships and of course the proud super battleship of the Imperial navy and its flagship, the Three mountains. He looked over the papers before handing them back to; his fine ships all ready to fight for their Emperor.
[hider=ships]Super Battleship: HMG Three Mountains
Battleships: HMG Yonago, HMG Hastuanaga
Carrier: HMG Yuuji
Cruisers: HMG Shinano, HMG Ryukari
Destroyers: HMG Hibiki, HMG Shukari, HMG Dereta, HMG Kariita[/hider]

Admiral Yi looked out the windows and saw the Hibiki skipping over the rough waves, light guiding the way as its sister, the Shukari, did the same on the flagship's other flank. Soon after, there was the whirring sounds of propellers that followed them, leaving quick dashes in the sky. They were fighters and seaplanes, launched from the catapults of ships or the Yuuji, any normal pilot would say that flying in weather such as they could easily kill you from a whole slew of nasty things. Good thing Fuso didn't have normal pilots, but supberb, if not slightly insane pilots, some of which have zealotry on par with Kamikazes. It mattered little to old greyed Yi, the planes would be scouting out ahead, finding the enemy, harassing them a little and telling of their locations.

Thunder cracked as Admiral Yi sat back into his seat, he closed his eyes to invoke serenity once more as he lead the crew on a prayer over the PA system.

[i]"My sword is valor, my armor is honor, my skill is glory and my devotion to his highness unwavering. For you have lead us to greatness, we seek to repay our debt by granting this glorious victory in you name, my Emperor."[/i]

Aboard the Izuno Flagship, TES Kaminari.
Admiral Sato Takanori
0030 hours

Around the same exact moment as the Imperial ships searched their waters for the intruders, said intruders were drawing near, both fleets unaware of this due to the storm, as the Shogunate vessels struggled against the vicious waves and winds to remain in formation, following the lead ship, the Battleship Kaminari, an rather ironic naming for a vessel in their current predicament, it being Thunder in Fusan. The Shogunate Fleet was a dozen strong, at the center of it was the Battleship, along side it were two ironclads, eight destroyers, and the carrier Su.

From the Battleship's bridge, Admiral Takanori stared intensely out into the endless, turbulent sea, ineffectively searching for his potential foe as they sailed deeper into hostile waters. This would be his fifth incursion into Imperial territory, the Admiral became a sort of legend in the art of maneuvering, or to be more precise, retreat, not something to be particularly to be proud of for most. Four times he has ventured pass the Strait, and tested the strength of the Imperial Navy, and in each attempt, they had proven to be a worthy foe, forcing him to flee in every engagement, his ship would usually be one of the few returning intact. 

His survival often came at a price in that, he would sacrifice ships in his fleet to the enemy, leaving the fate of their crews to the Imperials. His deemed "cowardly" tactics are often looked upon with scorn from both his fellow officers and the enemy, for different reasons of course. 

Now once again he prods the sleeping dragon, daring to awake the beast and face it head on. This incursion however will be different, he has received very explicit orders from higher up. Either he succeeds his mission and establishes a beachhead, or die trying.

The Admiral continued to stare out into the sea, feeling evermore tense then usual. His XO laying his hand upon his shoulder, "Sir, you alright?"

"Not exactly." he replied. "The damn storm makes it hard to see straight." Takanori paused a moment before turning to face the younger man. "Have our planes spotted any imperial ships?"

"Not yet Admiral, they're still....." He paused as the XO tilted his head to the left, taking notice of dim lights from afar. "Sir.."

The Admiral swirled around in the instant, taking notice in the unnatural pause. Takanori's eyes widened as he spotted the lights from the Fusan vessels, no doubt they spotted his group as well. He quickly reached out for a hailer. "Battle stations!" he shouted out over the intercom of the ship, soon the message was spread across the fleet. 

Fifth Air Recon Squadron - Blue Group
Attached to Carrier HMG Yuuji
Pilot Otome Tsuya
0033 hours

"This is Blue-4," the female pilot spoke into her Kankori's radio, "Anyone seeing anything in this damn storm?"
"Blue-3 here, all black here."
"Negative, Blue-6 isn't seeing anything."
"Blue-1 checking in, we sure the enemy didn't just turn tail?"

"I'm hoping they haven't." Otome turned on the lights inside the cockpit to look at the map provided to her squadron. The navigator of the Yuuji helpfully detailed where they'd be moving and where the enemy should be. Usually this was an easy order, fly around, go see if the enemy is there, send one guy back and shoot at some ships. But tonight was different, for starters, looking for ships in this weather was like looking for a virgin in the Red Light District of Satatasuma. You could feel it there but Shohu knew how hard it was to actually see one. Second, torpedo access was denied this flight, the waves were getting too rough to aim them and there was a good chance the planes would go under from a huge wave if they got that close to the water.

"Blue-2 reporting same story- wait. I see something." 
"Blue-2, this is Blue-4, what do you see?" Otome's hope jumped from her teammates' report, although there was a chance of it being some poor lost fishing boat. Emperor save them in this storm. She looked to her right and saw Blue-2 pointing down wards, downward like her jaw when she saw the fleet. Seems like the bastards showed up after all, "Blue-2, can you confirm visual on target?"
"Understood, moving to-"

[b]BOOM![/b]

Fire suddenly lit up the sky and Blue-2 exploded into a flaming wreckage that plummeted into the icy waters below. The night sky was pierced by lines of white and red as hostile flack opened up, the great boom of cannons soon followed. Seemed like either the Izuno finally showed up or this was one hell of a paranoid and well armed fishing trawler. Otome guessed the later.

"Alright, Blue group," the young women barked into her radio as she and the rest of her team began to take evasive maneuvers, "Begin strafing run on large target vessels. They haven't put up their full lights so go for the silhouettes. Blue-3, report back to the admiral. Tell him the show is going to start and we'd like some fireworks. Until then boys, lets get this party started."

Aboard the Fuso flagship, HMG Three Mountains
Admiral Torasho Yi
0034 hours

The bridge shook once more, this time from incoming shells. The battle was to commence. The ship captains already new what to do, the destroyers where to harass the enemy while the battleships and cruisers attempted encirclement with Yi's flagship close behind them, the carrier anchored on the riding waves. Once more, Admiral Yi stood up and gave the command, "Brave warriors of Fuso, the enemy is upon us! Let us crush them under the strength of the Emperor!"

Across all ships, a wave of hurrahs and cheer washed over the crew, far greater than any wave nature could throw at them. Quickly, they showed the enemy their resolve by firing their own vollys back to meet them. The once hazy black sky soon was lit up by gun flashes and explosions, the battle was on.

Aboard the Fuso flagship, HMG Three Mountains
Private Todo Hongu
0034 hours

There was a mad dash to the stations as people poured out of ever room, hallway and crack. Chants broke out in the cramped metal corridors, people yelling about dying for the emperor and glory. Hongu was more pragmatic than the rest of them as he slipped on his raincoat in the mess and made his way to the AA cannon only to find it a man short.
"Hongu! Do you know where the hell Taido is? He ain't here!" Hongu's commanding officer shouted, her hair whipping in the rought ocean winds.

Cursing under his breath, Hongu once again opened the door into the ship, dashing down hallways which people still dash about, jumping over the little lips of the doors, sliding down stair cases. Alarms blared behind him as the PA system constantly crackled on and off, Kahari ordering different people around no less. Hongu finally kicked open the door to the comfort ward to, his not-really-surprised-suprise, Taido had mounted himself on one of the remaining girls in the room.

"Oi, Taido," Hongu angrily walked over to the nude man, ignoring the comfort women who pawed at his legs, and threw part of a uniform and a rain jacket at his compatriot, "Quit fucking that girl and put something on. If you can't tell we're under attack."
"Oh, so that's what that racket was about." the older man seemed completely relaxed in the face of danger even though shells landed in the water next to the ship, visible from the windows, "Wondering what that was about. Sorry about it, this little one here reminded me of my wife when she was younger."

Hongu smacked his face, the temptation to throw something heavy at the man was building. Fortunately, Taido got the message and slipped on some clothing and the rainjacket provided before walking out the door. "You all should also head up," Hongu turned to the girls on their beds with limited amount of clothing, "Being part of the comfort corps does not excluded you from carrying out the Emperor's holy orders."

Aboard the Ironclad Dreadnought Aki
Sergeant Roman Kanadin
0034 Hours

All the while the Fusan soldiers prepared for battle, their foe would do the very same, Shogunate soldiers in the dozens came pouring out from the bowels of the dreadnought, all lining up along the deck in a rather disorderly formation, although that couldn't be helped with the ship moving against the violent currents, along with tremors from incoming shells from enemy warships and strafing aircraft. 

Sergeant Roman Kanadin, a Kataylan Refugee, held onto his blade ready for the combat soon to follow, behind him were members of his squad, a group mostly consisting of his fellow humans and the boar-like orcs, their Zensen Commander, and the only Zensen to add, right ahead of him and his fellow officers. Roman turned to face his men with a wide grin. "This is what we've been training for boys!" he said in some horrid fusan. "Once we hit, give those bastards hell!" he shouted, followed by cheers from not only his men, but from other squads. 

What also followed was loud horn, coming from the ship itself as they could feel the ship accelerated towards one of the fusan vessels as they cheered all the way through.  

Aboard the Izuno Flagship, TES Kaminari.
Admiral Sato Takanori
0034 hours

The Bridge shook from the repeated attacks from the enemy fleet, Takanori keeping his balance but to no avail as he fell back against his command chair. "Sir, we just lost a two AA guns and a destroyer, and we're losing the sky real fast!" one of the officers cried out to him.

"Nevermind that!" he shouted. "We need to focus on the fusan battleships! I want remaining ships to focus fire on those battleships!." the Admiral gripped the pads of his chair tightly, keeping himself balanced once more, focusing his view onto the battle at hand, what little he can even see that is, he did however caught a brief glimpse of one of the ironclads in view. It was charging straight into the enemy fleet. 

Takanori grinned at the sight of it. "This may turn out well for us."

Aboard the Fuso flagship, HMG Three Mountains
Communications Department
0036 hours

As the battle began in earnest, the communication department was becoming a bit of a mess. Orders and transmission from all over the fleet was streaming in, tactical maneuvers were shouted and right in the middle of it all, the crew had to make sure not to fuck up. Voices piled on to each other, fighting for dominance.

"New orders! The admiral says that destroyers should screen for the battleships!"
"I'm getting reports that one of our cruisers took a direct hit in the citadel and is on fire! The captain of the Ryukari is down!"
"HMG Shinano, you are to hold out until we can redirect one of the destroyers to reinforce."
"Copy that, the Yuuji will be granted automany in regard to aircraft launching. Telling admiral now."
"AA batteries 13 through 18 have been hit, secondary cannon is down, moving damage control and medical crews now."

Aboard the cruiser Ryukari
Captain Itama Rangu
0037 hours

Captain Itama Rangu groggily lifted himself up from the flaming citadel of his ship. There was smoke and fire everywhere, his XO had been catapulted against the window from the blast as his navigator was slouched over a consul, her leg blown off to somewhere. There were bodies everywhere else, pure white uniforms ripped to shreds and blackened by the deadly barrage of shells which had hit them. Behind the metal doors he could hear alarms blaring. His ship was dying and there would be no escaping this fate.

He pulled himself up with the help of the side of his chair, hearing the moans of the crew near him made his heart drop, "H-how many... of you are a-alive?"

Three voices called back to him, three out of 9 people who were stationed here. Not the most promising of odds. Slowly the attempted to rise but one of them had clearly broken a leg and was stuck on the ground. As Captain Itama made his way to the window, banging into the walls at every opportunity. What he saw was even worse.

Looking out of the cracked and blood stained windows, he could see the deck blazing away as what little crew remain desperately tried to put it out. One of the front turrets was gone completely, its base the only thing that marked itself as a turret and the other one now sporting a large dent. While he couldn't see the other side of the ship, it was clear that it couldn't have been doing much better.

However, the one thing he could see from his position was one of those primitive Izuno ironclads charging a battleship. What he did next was something he was certain would gain him eternal honor for his service to the Emperor.

Scrambling to the controls, he set what was left of his ship to full throttle, the remaining engines chugging out what power they could to charge straight for the side of the enemy ship. He leaned over to the ship speakers system and gave what was left of his crew a final message as their spotlights went dark, only the lights of their target ironcald guided them in the darkness,

"To the crew of His Majesty's Grace Ryukari, you are undoubtedly the bravest crew I have had the honor of serving with. I thank the Golden Emperor for leading a crew so distinguished and so worthy as yourselves. As our beautiful ship lays in flames, we must ensure that our death will be honorable and not in vain. For this we must divide the heteric's ship which dare sails in front of us using the golden seal of our divine Emperor. May the heavens decide our worth as we set sail to an honorable end. TENHIKI BANZAI!"

Throughout the rest of the ship, cheers of Banzai erupted as the Ryukari's front slammed into the side of the ironclad, splitting it in two and causing it to be engulfed in flames. Soon after, fire filled the decks of the Ryukari and as the cruiser itself was about to explode, Itima smiled, "Time to serve the Golden Emperor."

On the deck of the destroyer Hibiki
Petty Officer Watashi Nosu
0040 hours

Nosu watched as a great fire ball blossomed from the seas, lighting up the dark stormy skies. The Ryukari had made a glorious sacrifice, a most honorable deed indeed, but there was still another one charging the Hibiki. He turned back to see the naval warriors of the Empire standing in on the deck of the ship, rain and storm not wavering their courage as their blades shone with holy radiance and rifles at the ready.

"Look there! The enemy dares to charge us!" Nobu bellowed, "They think that they alone can best us in the traditions of boarding, but we will show them our resolve, our devotion and our skill! Beat back the heathens who approach, show them no mercy! Show them nothing but why they cower in fear before our glorious emperor!"

Cheers bursted into the cold air as rifles began to fire. The ships had converged close enough for the true fight to begin. Grappling hooks from both sides were swung into the air, attaching the ships to each other in a deadly dance of blades. Soldiers from both sides jumped on to the other ship's deck. Swords clashed, men went flying over, rifles opened up and a fierce melee ensued. Order was lost in the fighting, it all went down the the ferocity and the moral of the men fighting.
Aboard the Ironclad Dreadnought Aki and Imperial Destroyer Hibiki
Sergeant Roman Kanadin
0040 hours
"Death to the False Emperor!!!" The Commander cried out as he leaped into the fray, soon to be followed by the lower officers and soldiers as they clashed against the imperial soldiers, blades banging against one another and firearms discharging, the once orderly formations of both forces devolved into pure chaos as the fighting ensued. 

Kanadin engaged a fusan soldier in a duel of sorts, exchanging blows against the other, focused purely on the other, ignoring the chaos around them. The Loyalist thrust towards Kanadin, piercing his armor and through his abdomen. The Sergeant acted quickly and leaped back before any worse can be done, now handicapped as he placed one hand over his wound, discarding his blade as he pulled out a pistol from the left. 

The fusan soldier charged once more, all the while Kanadin fired his pistol several times, but kept missing his target, before long one of his men, a large orc, rammed against the soldier, sending him overboard. They briefly exchanged nods as the orc moved hastily onto his next opponent, while Kanadin collapsed against the guard rail, providing what help he can, firing off his weapon against any enemy in view.

Aboard the Izuno Flagship, TES Kaminari.
Admiral Sato Takanori
0041 hours
The Bridge was sent into a frenzy, causality reports were unending, the Admiral forces were almost reduced to nothing. Takanori sat on his chair, hands clamped together, cold sweat seeping from his pours, his body shaking to no end, he was intensely gripped by fear, he knew what is to come, his death, and prayed to the gods for mercy. 

"Admiral! we've lost all our destroyer escorts!"
"All AA batteries down sir! we're exposed!"
"The Su is taking heavy damage from air strikes!"

The fear was too much for the admiral, he remained silent to their cries, and sat there like a statue.

Aboard the Fuso flagship, HMG Three Mountains
Admiral Torasho Yi
0043 hours

The waves once again tested Admiral Yi's resolve, they pounded the side of the Three Mountains to no end like the shells flying from the stormy clouds. Thunder they were, loud noises and scary to a kitten, but it was not lighting, Yi was sure nothing major was seriously hit. With his back straight up like a board, he peered out on to the stormy seas, ships appearing and disappearing at the waves' will. He could see what was left of the flaming wreck of the Ryukari sink down to the frozen oceans along with the ironclad it had split, the old ironclad design must have been older than he was, it should have been in a museum, not the navy.

"Get the ship towards the enemy flagship." the admiral continued to look out the windows, not flinching nor moving.
"How come? Wouldn't that give them a chance to kill us?" someone spoke up, noting his concern.
"I am willing to give this man one more chance to prove his honor and worth. Should he fire back, he shall die a warrior, should he retreat, he shall die a coward."
"Are you sure you aren't doing it out of pity sir?"
"There is always a hint of regret when taking life young one, but one does not win wars nor gain honor with pretty words. The shogunate will dispose of him soon after this battle even if we do not do it ourselves, by the traditions that both Fuso and Inzuo share, at least he will die a soldier and not a prisoner."

Keishu Agent Ise
HMG Hibiki
0045 hours

Ise looked down from her perch on one of many of the Hibiki's radio tower, the melee underneath her causing more and more blood by the second. Even up here, the sounds of blades and the screams of pain were louder than the storms they rode. Warriors on both sides fought hard and brave, but it was clear that the heathens would win this one, their monstrous orcs were simply too strong and brute to be gracefully cut down like humans and traitors, the Empire was loosing ground quick, Order 227 was to be invoked.

Her black cloak fluttering down, Ise jumped down the radio tower, making her way across different levels and stairs, parrying the stray strike, dodging the poorly aimed bullet and made her way into the ship. Alarms sang their loud cries, conducting the mess of movement. Reinforcements from under the ship charged up as the lucky few were being dragged to the medical center, their wounds leaving a heavy trail of blood in their wake. Ise ignored these trivial matters, in return most of the crew didn't notice her as they made her way to the ammunition cache. 

The room was empty, its members on the upper decks fighting. Thankfully there was enough ammunition for the order to work and Ise wasted no time moving the carts of ammunition around to a central location.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?", it seemed that one of sailors had remained down here for reasons unknown, "You can't just move stuff aroun-"

BANG

Blood trickled between the sailor's eyes as they rolled into his head and he fell to the floor, within seconds he was no more than a corpse in a pool of blood.

"Nobody shall stand in the way of the Emperor's will," Ise scorned the body of the fool who questioned her, frowning beneath the metal mask she wore, "Nobody."

Drawing out a satchel of explosives, the agent set the clock and placed it snuggly between the shells. There was no more a chance of victory for the Hibiki and it must not be tainted by the stench of the heathens. As with all things, the ship was the property of the Emperor, and it could not fall into enemy hands.

The ominous ticks drifting through the corridors, Ise made her way back out to see that the sailors had been pushed back even further, the fools they were. Climbing back on to the highest point of the ship, her cloak produced a grappling gun with a magnet, her extraction drew near. Seeing a low flying Kankori, she fired it upwards and the head of her new toy stuck straight on to the wing of the fighter, pulling her away from the ship.

The bomb finally hit its last tick and detonated, the explosives filling the halls with fire as the entire ship was about to explode. A great boom echoed through the seas as the engines were the second to go, adding more fire to roast anyone still on board the ship. Ise had finished her job, Order 227, better known as the edict of "die for the emperor, or die trying".

HMG Hibiki
Sergeant Roman Kanadin
0045 hours
And like that it happened, the shogunate and imperial warriors were thrown upwards as the ships had exploded like a blossoming flower, metal, shrapnel, blood and bodies thrown all around the frozen waters. An unconscious Kanadin and few others were sent flying towards the Ironclad from the force of the explosion, however this was not a miracle he would awake to, the ironclad was severely damaged from the blast, a fault of it's old age.

The ship slowly sank along with the remnants of the Hibiki, pulling down the ironclad to the ocean. Kanadin's slowly opened as he would soon go down with the ship, knew that it was all over for him, there was no escaping this fate, he was die in a cold death. He however, was fully content with himself, he fulfilled his duties to the Shogun, and as such, his family would no longer be bound by those horrid refugee slums, and have a relatively stable life elsewhere.

He lost conscious once more, now aware this would be his last time.

Aboard the Izuno Flagship, TES Kaminari.
Admiral Sato Takanori
0047 hours
An grim and oppressive atmosphere had gripped all in bridge, the staff and the Admiral looking out the windows to see all ships in the fleet as burning husks or sinking to the ocean, the flagship was all that remained. Worst of all, the much larger enemy flagship was closing in, nearly point blank range. 
"Sir, the enemy flagship is approaching."
"No doubt what's to come next..." Admiral Takanori muttered. "But it would not matter...I die here...or back home..."
"Orders sir?"
The Admiral had remained silent once for a moment. "I'm tired of this...running...I will face them head on as a warrior, I will preserve what little of my honor and integrity I have left. We make our final stand here.."
All was silent in the bridge. "It has been an honor serving with you all." He said. "Open fire."

Aboard the Fuso flagship, HMG Three Mountains
0046 hours

The Kaminari got the fire shots off, the blowing holes into the sides of turrets, wiping out AA guns and secondary cannons, denting the armor and causing cracks. But the Three Mountains was not about to take the beating untested, it roared back back its own guns, flaunting power of its epic 500mm guns on the Izuno ship. It was a fierce, but but brief engagement, both sides knew the outcome from the start, there was no "if", only a "when".

Admiral Yi walked over to the side of the cabin, his old sight not hindered by age nor the rought currents, both ship were on fire but the Kaminari got the worse of. It was going down no doubt, even as some of the crew tried to save it. From his position her could see into the other cabin of the Kaminari and, in an unexpected twist, he pull off his cap, sling it over his heart and bowed. Yi wasn't sure if anyone over there could see his gesture, but it was his final message of respect to the forlorn captain which escaped him so many times. Beyond the zealous fanaticism of his younger peers, the old admiral had always placed honor before zeal. There was no doubt the newspapers and radios would say other wise, probably embellishing the story which tales of courage, valor and undying loyalty (The Ryukari would definitely be a huge point). Perhaps the Emperor would reward him with another metal or title, it mattered little to Yi in his old age, matured above such trivialities.

"Bowing to the heathens sir?" one of the crew questioned his superior like an Ishin-Shishi.
"No, respecting an old friend," Yi snapped back, correcting the young zealot, "When the sunsets, he is still a Zensensashi like us, just flying different colors for his own god-emperor."

Aboard the Izuno Flagship, TES Kaminari.
Admiral Sato Takanori
0046 hours
Takanori fully aware of his fate, had retired briefly from the bridge, walking outside in the rain and winds along with smoke and fire rising from the ship, not even the weather could put out the fires, wouldn't matter either way, the ship slowly was sinking in the frozen waters. Takanorai took his final chance to take in the view, the raging currents having their own beauty to them despite the death and destruction tainting it.

His wondering eyes soon gazed upon the enemy flagship, as takanori took notice of a well-dressed figure from the distance, no doubt the opposing admiral, the very same admiral who he survived several engagements for some years from. He lifted his cap, placing it over his chest and bowed to him. Takanori, offering his own final respects, did the very same, bowing to Admiral Yi. "And so the hunt finally ends, well met..." he said to himself, making a unheard compliant to Yi.

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The Next Day
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[h3]The Shogun Times[/h3]
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[h2]Defeat! Izuno Naval Force sunk to the last man![/h2]
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[center]On January 10th, 1940, the 15th Shogunate Battle Group led by Admiral Sato Takanori valiantly struck into enemy waters, but unfortunately had faced grueling defeat by the Fusan Loyalist Navy. Fusan Sailors say the battle lasted nearly seventeen hours before it's bloody end, there were no reported survivors for 15th Battle Group.
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[h3]The Imperial Truth[/h3]
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Jaunuary 10th, 1940
Edition XXVII[/i]

[h2]Glorious Victory to Imperial Navy![/h2]
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An epic victory to the Fusan Imperial Navy on the high seas!

As many of us where sleeping away last night, the brave men and women of the 8th Imperial Naval Group, lead by legendary Hero of the Seas, Amdiral Torasho Yi, where fighting the heretic shogunate forces in the stormy seas of the Strait of Kyunshu. Many stories of courage and bravery can be seen on page 5, told truthfully and honestly straight from the soldiers themselves! 

As some of our readers may know, the HMG Ryukari and the HMG Hibiki were destroyed by the enemy. Shady, dishonorable tricks must have been used by them as their floating tin cans can't even hurt trees! But before she sunk, the Ryukari honorable sacrificed itself by ramming into one of the enemy battleships, splitting it cleaning in too before exploding, taking the filthy ship of the heathens with it. The Emperor himself has given praise to their bravery and loyalty stating that "it is what makes us the true inheritors of the divine mandate, not the treacherous heathens who dare claim the throne of my ancestors". A mass honor is sechduled in two days with the Emperor calling for all to join it. (cont. Page 3)