![]() There, not more than 600 yards in front of her, floated an enemy battleship.įire director’s damaged. Ignoring the horde of damage reports flooding her bridge, Trinitite propped herself up on her elbows and directed her attention to the battle around her. If you want any of the aircraft inside, you’ll have to re-assemble them topside. We've kept the damage in the hangar low, but there’s significant warping around both elevators. 1 catapult is still operational, and we still have functional arresting gear, but there isn’t much deck in between them. brighter?Ī good portion of the flight deck is missing. Groaning, Trinitite rolled onto her back, easing herself further onto the beach. The pain that had up until now been unnoticed flared, and with a sharp inhale the Carrier removed her hand. She groaned, raising a hand to her burned deck. Assessing damage to the flight deck and superstructure. One moment, she had been launching bombers, the next her bow was buried in one of the Atoll’s sand bars.įires extinguished. Command re-established.ĬFS Trinitite could have been out for minutes, or maybe hours. With that, a fourth of the Crossroads Fleet’s carrier division was disabled, fires scouring the unconscious Abyssal as she wallowed in the Atoll’s subdued waves.īridge Casualties stabilized. Like a fuse had been blown, the light in Trinitite’s eyes disappeared and the blast knocked the abyssal out. The explosion shattered the Wo-class’s bridge, tearing through her command crew before She’d fully comprehended what had happened. Half of the Abyssal's strike evaporated as Trinitite was engulfed in a fireball, the shockwave tearing one of the launching Hell Divers off her catapult and sending it spinning into the atoll's bay. A white-hot shard of the rocket’s casing, traveling just under Mach 3, cut through one of waiting hell dive bombers like wadded-up paper and into the high-explosive bomb slung underneath. The six fully fueled and armed bombers on her deck, however, weren’t nearly as well-protected. If the missile- its payload only able to poke a hole in her deck on it's own- had arrived at any other time, she would have absorbed its shrapnel and barely notice. It detonated right above her deck, peppering the Wo-class with supersonic shrapnel. It was too fast to be an airplane, and nothing that small was one of The Firebringers… Trinitite was halfway through launching another bomber strike when one of her Bearcats detected a flicker of movement below. For the first few hours of the battle, it seemed the invaders would either find themselves driven off or at the bottom of the sea. However, the comforting layer of fog that blanketed The Princess’s abode concealed her comrades, breaking up the enemy’s strikes without firing a shot. The fleet steaming in from the northwest contained six carriers, while between Trinitite's sisters and The Princess herself, they could only answer with four. ![]() The incoming fleet was worrying, but it meant that things were going to be resolved, one way or another. The Firebringers had been hitting the Princess’s throne for weeks now, forcing her to abandon it and putting the Crossroads Fleet on edge. In a way, CFS Trinitite had been relieved when one of Firestorm’s scouting aircraft spotted the enemy fleet.
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