"Is that a battleship?"
It was a sunny and peaceful day as what this girl can remember back then. Walking around the beach and enjoying the beautiful Southern Sea view was her fond memory with her mother. Her mother came to her while the girl just stared at a rusty and old corpse of a warship. Her mother just looked at it before shaking her head with a warm smile while patting her head.
"No, it was a cruiser. I think it was either the Japanese or the United States ships,"
"A cruiser? Why it was here?"
Her mother's face changed as she looked over the horizon of the sea.
"You know? Back then, Japan was in war with the American over some issues. Seas at here were one of their battlefield. You could imagine what it was like when you could only the sea suddenly filled with something that don't really match the beauty of nature,"
The girl whom still young and not getting the idea what her mother meaning just looked at mother confusedly. Her mother just get the message quickly enough with a smile.
"Talk about between the Japanese people fighting American people,"
"So, who's the bad guy?"
Her mother's face changed once more time.
"I don't know,"
Tachibana Yumi doesn't know what to do now expect to stand and wait for ten minutes as she stared deadly and straight at the starry night sky and sea along with some officers and sailors in the bridge. No one moved expect the SITREPs (situation reports) from CIC (Combat Information Centre) which keep buzzing into their ears. She still haven't issued the order to stand down because it just ten seconds after a wave of aircraft attack. Twenty went straight to them, pounding whatever they had on JDS Kongo. According to the damage report, they had a hit on the stern which had the helicopter landing pad. Report was an airdrop bomb that caused it. The flame at there had been extinguished long ago but smoke still puffing out from the hole as if they had a campfire in it.
Sweat started to form from her forehead as she tried to reach there to wipe it from through her helmet. She started to feel tension and many crews onboard also felt the same. They don't know if this was the final attack on them or not. Third Support Fleet and Fifth Assault Fleet had been advanced into enemy's position that trying to carpet bombing Shanghai just now and reported to have taken down most enemy' ships. Fuck the Abyssal, are they trying to copy World War 2 events? It was the exact time and date when the former Imperial Japanese Navy launched an air assault over Shanghai. However, the difference is that they don't succeed in carpet bombing.
Still, JMSDF (Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force) along with their newly fielded 'personals' against these 'aliens' won't expecting much thanks from China after what happened to them now. US will praise them but China will surely continue to bombard them to leave their sea after this whole mess. Talk about bad relationship since World War 2.
Ten minutes past and still no news. Suddenly, Yumi's headphone buzzed to life.
"Bridge, this is radio room. We received news from Yuzuna and Shinaka Fleet. Enemy fleet had been destroyed and now they are preparing to come back for Izumo. Look like we can pull back now," said a radio operator.
Finally, with a sigh of relieve, Yumi nodded. "Copy that,".
She later took the radio of PA (public address) and gave out her order to stand down and cease battle station mode. She started to feel the tension evaporated from all crews as the bridge started to feel with all sort of relieve. She too, relieved that she won't be dealing with anything now. Finally, she can go back to Maizuru and take some rest. She ripped off her helmet, revealing her pink dyed short but messy hair as she zipped off her jacket.
"Look like everything is over, captain," said her Executive Officer, Commander Kanzaki, as he wiped sweat all over his face. Even his shaggy jet black was soaked with sweat of tension.
"Yeah, finally we can get back to Maizuru," answered Yumi as she threw every of her equipment back to its place. "Set heading for rendezvous with Izumo before going back to Maizuru,".
"Aye, ma'am," replied Kanzaki as he barked order on the navigator. The navigator nodded and the ship now turned for the course.
"XO, take care of the ship. I getting some fresh air from outside for a few minutes," Yumi said as she pasted the current stag for Kanzaki.
"Got it, captain. Take your time," smiled Kanzaki back as he returned his gaze on his duty.
Leaving the bridge toward the open air outside of it, she finally could take some fresh air from the ocean. She could feel the cold wind from her navy blue uniform as she looked at the watchmen saluted to her. After returning the salute, she being to take her own time by puffing a cigarette.
"Captain, can I have one to release some stress?" asked one of the watchmen nervously as he waved at her.
At first, Yumi stared at him before nodding. "It's peace now. Better take some time before you know when you will get a bullet inside your brain or somewhere below," grinned her as she put the stick into her mouth.
The watchmen laughed as they thanked her before starting to take their own time with chatting and smoking. She did too but not without peace when Kanzaki took a peek at her, wondering if she really fine from all the battle tension. He chuckled at the sight of Yumi smoking.
"Captain! I know that you're thirty now but you doesn't seem like one at all! Smoking doesn't suit you at all!" joked Kanzaki as crews joined his laugh.
Yumi blushed with embarrassment quickly but she quit relieved that the crews were okay after the battle. They barely scraped their lives without any 'fleet girls' or 'fleet aircrafts' covering their arses. Yet, now they can joke and laugh. Good sign.
True enough, she been called liked a child since her body was petite and her face still looked at though she still in late middle school although she's already thirty this year. She's old, maybe, thought herself. Sometime, she even stopped from taking a smoke at a park somewhere back then and end up have to show her identification card to every person that called her to stop smoking. Mind your business. She even refused for beer, not to mention prevented from entering a bar much to her anger.
She sighed at once after thinking over all of that. She just have to get over it and finish up her off-time before getting back to serious mode. She watched the sea as thought it might miraculously dissolve her entire stress and tiredness. It did, usually, by calming down her mind little by little. Probably the best. She could not finish thinking that she might be in somewhere else, doing the usual reports if not because of the 'aliens'.
Still, she dreamed to become an admiral, like her late mother.
'Mom, I going to aim for it, nothing else,'