10 The Mainland (1/2)
Meanwhile, Lance and Dima were walking to the island, the Admiral meeting room, to be exact. Because of the numbers of the personnel that was available at the moment, only a few of them were called to the meeting.
Only a handful of captains and commanders were being called to the meeting. Lance and Dima were also summoned by the Admiral.
In the hallway of the carrier, ”Dima, which one is better, Natasha or Melody?” Lance asked him. What a freak Lace is, Dima felt that he was asked the question in the same context as, ”Whose dick is bigger yours or mine?” In the middle of a shower.
”You urod, well, let's see, I go with Tasha obviously,” Dima said while climbing the ladder.
”Mhmm,” Lance nodded as they opened the door to the meeting room, and several officers had already waited there. Admiral Andersen had already written his plan on the whiteboard.
Lance sat at one of the chairs while the Admiral explained his plan, which far from the idea that Lance had in mind.
”So gentlemen, we will move the carrier to about 20 kilos from the shoreline and dispatch one LCS to the shoreline. Any question?” The Admiral said.
”Admiral, I think this distance is ok for the most part, but don't you think its largely underpowered considering the amount of fleet that we brought here?” Lance said to his Admiral.
”Ok, so what do you have in mind?” Admiral Andersen asked him.
”A cruiser, two destroyers, and one LC to the shoreline sir,” Lance said.
”Objection, sir,” one of the captain said to me.
”Why?”
The Captain explained her opinion, ”Respectfully sir, if your Objective is not to spark some conflict, we should just send a patrol boat to the shoreline. The size of our smallest LCS is bigger than the biggest battleship that they have.”
”Opinion denied, Captain, we have to play safe here, and sending only a patrol boat is quite risky,” said the Admiral to her.
”Ok, whose ship is going to be chosen?” Lanc asked.
”Commander Vasiliy one, CG-52 and other ships,” The Admiral said.
”Ok, the plan is set and dismissed,” Dima said in the meeting as the others left their chair.
Lance returned to his quarter and packed his clothes in his 90L backpack. Dima did the same too. They left their quarters which Will be preserved for them and for them only.
They walked to the flight deck with an empty SH-60 Blackhawk on the deck. Lance wore the flight helmet and sat down on the helicopter pilot seat.
”You can pilot a halo comrade?” Dima asked.
”Hell, Dima, I can fly everything,” Lance said as he flipped a few knobs on the helicopter.
The ship's name was USS Bunker Hill. She carried enough firepower to take down an entire port. Once Lance landed the helicopter at the ship, Dima got out first and greeted his fellow Ruskies.
”Tovarisch, its good to be seeing you,” Dima said to the commander.
”Nice to meet you too, General Dimitri,” Commander Vasiliy said to him while Lance was carrying his massive backpack into the ship.
As Lance walked passed them, he said this, ”Dima, your belongings are still in the cargo.” He walked into the ship while leaving the helicopter parked on the rear section.
After some minutes, the custom finally came. In the form of a tiny boat, which about 1:100 in the scale against the might of the Littoral Combat Ship. It was pretty amusing when the crew was on their combat position as soon as the custom threw a hook at the ship.
It also funs looking at the customs officer who got intimidated just by looking at the ship that has a size more significant than the biggest ship that they had.
'Blimey, they can give us a more polite way of approaching someone else ship, well, at least they don't approach us in their first-rate battleship,' Lance mumbled as he saw the crew of the ship approached the sailor while some of the other was on top of the M2 Browning Heavy Machine gun turret. They didn't forget the Bushmaster 20mm that the sailor used and the other weaponry that they had.
He walked to the customs officers while the other sailor was on stand by with their sights on the head of the customs officers. about 150/300 personnel has their rifle aimed at him.
”Who is in charge here?” the custom asked.
Lance walked between the sailor and said, ”I'm in charge here, what can I do for you, gentlemen.”
Dima whispered from behind his ear, ”Lance, it looks like we need some diplomatic solution here.”
Lance looked at the customs officer, ”Pardon me for the intrusion, what do you need?”
”Thanks, could you give me the details about what are you bringing here?” The custom asked.
”Well, 330 people are on board, anything else?” Lance replied unwillingly.
”No, I mean the cargo,” The custom said.
”Sorry, but its a secret,” Lance said.
”Well, it looks like you have to pay the fine for about two gold coins. If not, then you must return back to your homeport. Forcing to gain entrance, then our ship and fort will open fire. Mind you, that our port here has four first-rate battleships and a fort that can blast your ship out of the sea,” the custom tried to give a threat through power projection.
'I got a fleet of a carrier strike group that can blast that precious ship of yours multiple times to oblivion and beyond' He wanted to say that, but that's not going to work. Instead, he took a more peaceful action, ”Two gold coins? Well, wait for a minute, ok.”
1 Platinum= 100 Gold coins
1 Gold = 100 silver coins.
1 Silver = 100 Copper coins.
However, although the distance from the CVN was about 30km, with jets, well, the thing that makes the trip took time is the take-off procedure, which took about two minutes, maybe. The commander who was very smart indeed, sent an emergency transmission to send us the gold coins in the form of cargo pod that will be dropped at the ship.
After about five minutes, the jet made a low pass flight in afterburner and dropped the cargo pod right at the water behind the rear deck at an exact location. The pilots were good pilots, after all. The sailor fetched the pod, and after that, they opened it and revealing a lot of containers and one of them contained the gold coins.
”Wow, what a gold you have there,” He complimented him.
”Thanks,” Lance replied as he shot the custom officer with his FN Five-seveN. The sailor cleaned the body and threw it into the sea and rammed the small boat with the cruiser.
The ship started to sail again and revealed the huge port of the city. The Portsmouth Harbor, located in the city of Portsmouth. This is one of the main trade ports of the Soulisphate kingdom. Used to be managed by his father, this town was a thriving society by itself.
The ship convoy anchored down at the port and the whole crowd around the port was surprised looking at the largest ship they've ever seen. Most of them were scared, but there were some soldiers that had some sinister look. They had a goosebump when they saw that ship
”There she is, my hometown, Portsmouth,” Lance said as he looked at the port from the side railing of the ship.
”Hehe Comrade, Feeling homesick again?” Dima asked him.
Some sailor was bringing two HK416 and two cans of ammo and two Glock 17. The sailor gave it to them, and when they docked down at the harbor, the admiral came, ”Sir, we will wait until the LMSR ship arrives at the port. Why don't walk around, sir? We will be your bodyguard for today” he said as he shook Lance's hand and saluted with the other five sailors that were wearing a navy BDU and holding an M4 on their hands.
The sailor lowered a bridge for them to cross, and after they went for the port, the ship stayed there. The bodyguards around them were on standby and also impressed by the medieval era society, ”Well, Gentlemen, Let's find a tavern, shall we?” Dima said to the other sailors.
”Sure, I know a bar near here,” Lance said as they walked away from the port while carrying a heavy armor rig and an HK416 in each hand. The view of the harbor just spectacular. Merchant traffic was here and there trying to sell their things in the port market.
Dima felt an immense amount of hostility from around him. A bunch of people wore criminal clothing, and some of them had a skull on their hat. He readied his rifle every time, but Lance told him to calm down. Nobody wants a shootout in the middle of the day.
They walked down the road just like a backpacker. They finally arrived at the bar, 'Ala folks bar.' ”Dima, this is the bar, let's get in. The room is good as far as I knew,” Lance said as he let Dima opened the door.
The bar was still empty since it's still in the afternoon. Dima and Lance took a sit on the barstool while the other sailors sat on a table near the window while putting their weapons on the table. Then this beautiful bartender lady appeared, a woman in his thirties with a light brown hair which was fitting for Dima considering his age.
”Hi there, what can I get you?” The bartender asked.
”A bottle of Vodka, please,” Dima said to the beautiful bartender, but that's for his age.
”Vodka? What is that?” The bartender seemed to be very confused.
”The only bartender that is purely stupid and mentally retarded that asked what is vodka to a Slav,,” Dima complained.
Lance added, ”Just give him anything strong.”