Enterprise Carrier Strike Group consisting of a Ford Class Super Carrier, Amphibious Assault Ship, and various Escort Ships ready to protect the Fleet from any dangers coming from above and below. The Carrier Strike Group and all of its escorts are heading Northeast where the coded message was intercepted earlier.
Onboard the deck of USS Essex the Amphibious Assault Ship, two F-35Bs launched at the deck to provide Anti-Air warfare and Anti-Submarine warfare to the Carrier Strike Group.
F-35B in its latest configuration and previous upgrades it became the most numerous units just like its equivalent the AV8 Harriers in the 80s. it latest configuration, the F-35B uses it powerful radar and electronic suits to detect any potential dangers lurking underneath beyond the naked eye can see.
"Essex to the Flagship Enterprise. According to one of my F-35B's patrolling the area, there are no hostile around 100 miles to our south." Essex deliver her report to Enterprise through the comms.
After the report is received. she walks outside the bridge and leans forward at the railing, she watches her aircraft on deck preparing for take-off.
"I hope nothing wired happens?" she said to herself, as she looks at the fleet sailing in formation to a location with uncertainty.
At the left wing of the bridge of the Dry Cargo Ship, USNS William McLean. William sat there smoking his cigar like the situation of being human the whole shebang was nothing to him anymore. He glances at the vast ocean as he puffs some smoke from his mouth.
"I bet DARPA is behind all of this shit." He muttered to himself.
At the Constellation Class Frigate bridge, Lafayette is seating at the CO's (Commanding Officer's) seat while holding his baguette plushy, as he contemplated to why he's the only kid in the Group, even though he's older than the other new Ship.
Bunker Hill is in the position of Helmsman to her ship, she's in control of her ship like any other Ships using their onboard A.I. to steer their Ships, as the lack of Crew manning the Ship causes some problems, now they were in human body. And human had some limitations on their own.
Lucas is looking through the weapons log at his Ship's Armory Storage, he scrolls down at the various weapons at the log.
Maya the lone Japanese among the Allies that surrounds her, is at the Helipad of her ship practicing her swords skill. She swings her Katana up and down just like in any typical Katana practices.
Enterprise is at the Officer's Cabin, writing-down some reports on the ships logbook. She's recording all the things that is going-on just like how you read in journals. The report or story and the summary of their journey is to unbelievable to say the least. From Ships to being a human in another world, that's quite an Anime Plot like Denver said.
At the wardroom of the Type-26 Frigate of the British Royal Navy. Belfast is seen brewing some tea at one of the tables. Tea is the most stereo typical of British people, but in a situation like this you might wanna need some Tea to calm the situation down.
At the Brand New Destroyer, the situation reverse as Laffey looks through the vastness horizon of ocean. Right in one her hand is a bottle of Booze waiting to be chugged.
Underneath the Carrier Strike Group two longitudinal spherical shape object swims along. Barb and Denver is at their respected Submarine listening and protecting the Strike Group above for any incoming threat from under.
The Strike Group sails to the waves like it's a normal deployment of any US Navy Carrier Strike Group, but they were in another world and they have a human body to begin with. But they all sailed smoothly toward their destination Northeast.
Lucas is walking around the deck of his ship with his newly acquired M27 IAR. As he walks down the stairs he then notices that there is something moving and making squeaky noises at the aft of his ship.
He goes there to investigate, but he saw an unusual creature with feathers and rounded shape. He slowly pointed the end muzzle of his M27 IAR to that unusual creature that looks like a Fat Yellow Chicken.
The yellow chicken saw him pointing his rifle, bullets sweats drops from the Fat yellow chicken as it stared at end of the barrel. With some comedic elements that Chicken starts running away in fear.
Lucas pulls the trigger of his M27 IAR, but the Fat yellow chicken is faster even though it's fat. Lucas radioed the other Naval Vessel about the peculiar situation going-on at the deck of his ship.
"This is Lucas; I am currently boarded by unknown creature that looks like a.... Fat Yellow Chicken." He said the last part confusingly.
Everyone is confused to what Lucas is trying to say, they then heard another gun shots coming from the destroyer. It's not a burst shot, but a sound of automatic fire.
"Hai."
After hearing Lucas call, Maya is about to run across the deck and head to the bridge of her ship. She then came across a Fat Yellow Chicken the same Chicken description that Lucas is trying to shoot at his ship.
"How did you get in here?" The Chicken just blinks in response to her question.
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She then quickly dashes towards the Fat yellow chicken, and tries to slash it in half with her katana. But that Fat of a Chicken was so quick and fast to avoid her attack.
The Chicken then run, she then gives a chase at the fleeing Fat Yellow Chicken across the deck of her ship.
Lafayette can see the whole shit-show aboard his ships right wing, Lucas starts a fire fight at his Ship, as he tries to shooting that Fat Yellow Chicken. That Fat Yellow Chicken runs and jumps across the deck of the Destroyer avoiding any bullets, while Lucas is shooting at it with precise aim.
"Could you please stop shooting that poor, Chicken?!" Lafayette calls Lucas on the comms.
Lucas retorted back. "Tell that to that Fat Yellow Chicken to stop running, so that I can kill it!"
Lafayette's eye brows twitches, as he watches at the bridge of his Ship. He shook his head in dismay at Lucas action, at the edges of his eyes he notices a Yellow Fat Chicken aboard his ship. The same chicken Lucas was shooting at.
This Chicken is scrubbing the forward deck of his ship. He then yells in the comms. "T-There's a 'Chicken' in my ship!"
He then grabs the nearest mop and starts charging towards that Yellow Fat Chicken onboard his Ship. The Chicken just runs and drops the brush, as it saw him running towards him with a purpose of beating him with a mop.
William in in the bridge of his Ship listening to the commotion going-on at the comms. "Chickens? There's no DAMN chicken in the middle of the—"
He pauses as he saw a Yellow Fat Chicken with a hard hat and a safety vest getting-in and out of the Cargo Bay of the Ship. He drops the radio and heads to the Captain Quarters, he opens the Capt. locker. He grabs an M9 Beretta that is being placed in the safe by the previous Capt. Of the Ship. Like any Old-Man getting their Private property being invaded he heads to the Cargo Bay of the ship, handgun in hand.
"Looks like were having a curry... tonight." He muttered to himself, as he walks all the way to the Cargo Bay.
Essex looks at the security camera screen at her Ship. "What the Fuck!" She exclaimed in surprise, as she saw a bunch of Yellow Fat Chickens lingering in her Hangar Deck.
She grabs her M27 IAR and hurriedly head to the Hangar Deck of her Ship with an intension of shooting all the Chickens at the Hangar Deck.
Inside the Virginia Class Submarine, Barb chases the Yellow Fat Chicken that spawn inside his sub, without any second thoughts, he chases it with a wrench in hand.
"This a submarine you farm animal!" He yells, as he chases the Yellow Fat Chicken.
He's careful not to hit any of the sensitive equipment inside the sub with the Wrench he held.
Denver is whacking that Fat Yellow chicken with a mop she randomly grabbed at the corner, while the Fat Yellow Chicken uses the trey as a shield.
"I don't know what farm did you can from. And this is not a place for you to just roam around!" She then stops from whacking the Chicken, and thinks a bit.
She points as figure on her lips. "We're underwater, so.... kicking you out is not possible without harming you. But the torpedo launches tubes are available...." She grins, the Fat Yellow Chicken is now in a deep shit.
At the Band New Destroyer, Laffey is seating at her CO's Chair while staring down at the two Yellow Fat Chicken inside her ship bridge. The two Yellow Fat Chicken just stood there quivering uncontrollably as bullets of sweat drops and it was followed by a waterfall.
The two Chickens is looking directly at her reds eyes the two shakes in by just feeling her murderous aura leaked-out from her. She's just sat there in the chair.... Menacingly.
Lucas with his relentless firing of his M27 IAR, with all the fire power he throws that didn't hit the target. He then saw the Chicken he's been shooting at and rans toward the other two Chickens.
"Crap! There were three of them now!" Out of option and out decision, he pulls-out a Frag Grenade, pulled the pin and throws it at the group of Chickens gathering around.
"Fire in the hole!" He shouted as he throws the Frag Grenade.
The Chickens saw the frag grenade being thrown at them and immediately run in deferent directions before the Frag Grenade explodes.
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"How the fuck this 'Chickens' manage to avoid a Frag Grenade?!" He exclaimed in surprise reaction.
Enterprise ran frantically to her ship's Bridge and grabs on of the comms to stop Lucas from poking holes in his Ship.
"Stop! Blowing your own ship, Dumbass!" She stops a bit to take a deep breath, she changes the channel and contacted Bunker Hill.
"Bunker Hill, do you have any information about this, ...Chickens?"
Bunker Hill like any other Officers frantically scrolled at the computer screen, as she looks at the Ship's Data Base. She then came across a Data File that is recently being installed among the US Navy Data Base Files.
"According to my discovery among the US Navy Data Base that I've just recently found, these Chickens are called Manjuus. These Manjuus acts as the Ship Crew, Damage Control Team and any other Sailors job on deck. In other words, they belong to our ship as crews."
"So that's explain why there's a lot of Chickens wearing Flight Deck Jersey on my Flight Deck and Hangar Deck?"
"Probably." Bunker Hill responded.
Enterprise sigh in relief, that she doesn't have to shoot all the Chickens onboard her ship with her M4A1.
"Okay.... What about these 'Cats'." Enterprise turns around to see a bunch Cats that looks like a Stuff-Animal that wore a Navy Officer Uniform, fiddling with the Ship's Navigation Equipment.
"Oh, about those 'Cats'...." Bunker Hill then scrolls down deeper at the Data Files, about the 'Cats'. "They are Commanding Officers for the Manjuus, they are also called Meowfficer. According to the File."
"Meowfficer?" Enterprise asks a bit confused.
"Yes, Ma'am. They are called Meowfficer."
"Okay.... Share this Data to the other Ships. I don't want them to kill their own 'Crews' for no reason as being Yellow Fat Chickens." Enterprise said.
"Yes, Ma'am." Bunker Hill's gaze sweeps across the bridge of her Ship, one Manjuu with a Captain's cap and Meowfficer standing on the corner bullet sweating hand/paws raised.
"You're two are lucky I didn't pull the trigger right away." She said with a could tone, as the Manjuu and Meowfficer quivers in fear.
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Onboard the USS Jack H Lucas the three Manjuu are currently being cornered at the bow of the Ship. In front of them is Lucas breathing heavily while pointing his rifle at them, and talks.
"You Damn Chickens! You make me run through the entirety of my ship to just kill you three."
He then looks at them in the eyes. "Do you have any last words, before I turn you three into Curry." He said it with a devilish smile in his face. The Manjuu starts crying.
Before he could pull the trigger, Lucas receives a direct Data Link coming from USS Bunker Hill. He stops to what he's doing and scratch the back of his head in this awkward situation. His about to kill his crew for a seconds there he just faced palm and says. "Sorry" awkwardly.
Onboard the USS Essex LHA. Essex is about to shoot all the Manjuu with her M27 IAR at the Hangar Deck, then one of the Manjuus saw her and starts raising both of their hand/wings in fear.
Both the Manjuus and Meowfficers are quivering in fear. Essex receives a Data Link on USS Bunker Hill, she then lowers her rifle and slowly sighs in relief.
"According to the Data that I receive you're not a hostile threat?" The Manjuus and Meowfficers nodded.
Onboard the USNS William McLean, William is about to shoot one of the Manjuus wearing a safety vest and hard hat inside the Cargo Compartment of his ship with his M9 Beretta, but immediately stops as she receives a Data Link from USS Bunker Hill.
"So, these Chickens are called Manjuu, huh. Interesting." He said to himself.
He sighs and lowers his M9 and walk towards the group of Manjuus that is gathering inside the Cargo Compartment. He glances around and found himself being surrounded by Manjuus, it then came into his mind that situation his in.
"Damn.... You all look like Minions from that Movie Despicable Me." He said.
Maya in doing a Dogiza (Japanese Traditional Bowing Apology) in front of the Manjuu that she's about to slice in half minutes ago, the Manjuu is confused of what to do.
"Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai!!!" Maya said, as she apologizes for her actions.
Inside the wardroom of HMS Belfast, Belfast is seating in one of the table, as she drinks tea. She was accompanied by Manjuu and Meowfficer the two are also drinking tea.
Barb is tired to tired with all the good 'ol Cock Chase inside his Submarine. He lays down and catches his breath, as he lays there he receives a Data Link from USS Bunker Hill.
"So.... That chicken is my crew, huh?" He muttered to himself.
The Manjuu that he is chasing got closer to him slowly, as the chasing stops. Barb uses this opportunity to bonk it with a wrench in revenge of making chase all the way the corners of his Submarine.
"This is for making me chase after you at the entirety of my boat. Damn Chicken." He said while panting.
Denver is shoving this poor Chicken at one of Torpedo Launches Tubes of her Submarine. Until she receives a Data Link from USS Bunker Hill.
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"Ops... My bad. But I really wanted to know how it feels like to fire a Chicken from a Torpedo Launches tubes, so... shall we continue?" The Manjuu shake its head in disagreement.
"I'm just kidding." She put it down, and let it free.
Onboard the bridge of USS Laffey. Laffey is just staring at the Manjuus and Meowfficers fiddling at one of the Ship's Control Panels, while she sat at her CO's seat. Without sensing any dangers or threat, she chugged the bottle of booze that she's been holding in her right hand.
Enterprise slump back at her CO's seat aboard her ship while gazing through the horizon. Behind her is the Meowfficers fiddling with Navigation Console. She then sighs in relief that she doesn't have to be a single Mechanic to all her 90+ aircraft that she carries onboard, the existence of the Manjuus is a big help for the maintenance of the ship and its aircraft. one person alone could not do that all that in a big Aircraft Carrier and its entire Air-Wing.
She doesn't also have to worry about good-old fashion Naval Navigation, the Meowfficers are the ones setting the course of the ship and it escorts.
'How did this 1 ½ foot size Manjuu's has the same performance as an adult human doing all the work of loading a heavy ordinance, and they are certified Forklift Operator?' Enterprise thoughts, as she glances at the Flight Deck.
The Flight Deck is full of life, as the Manjuus wearing Flight Deck Jersey in deferent color of rainbow, running around across the Flight Deck and preparing for another aircraft launch.
On the monitor of AEGIS Combat System, 20 blimps suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the monitor screen. Bunker Hill notice the distance was 100 miles Northwest of the Strike Group. She then contacted Flagship at the comms about her discovery.
Enterprise thoughts was cut-off by incoming call from Bunker Hill, she grabs the nearest comms. "Bunker Hill to Enterprise, unknown Naval Vessels appeared 100 miles Northwest to our current direction."
Enterprise responded. "Enterprise to Bunker Hill. That location is clear of any Naval Vessel moments ago according to the report of one of my patrol planes that flew over that location."
"Ma'am, the unknown Naval Vessels appeared seconds ago to the same location your patrol aircraft passed by." Enterprise's eyes swipe across the Radar monitor screen, worried about Bunker Hill's report. The radar screen shows a 20 blimps.
'How did these 20 unknown Naval Vessels appear out of nowhere? And how did my patrolling plane did see it-or maybe they just teleported next to our location?'
She thought of any kind of worst case scenario that could happen and was cut-off by incoming call from Laffey, she then opens the comms.
"20 unknown Naval Vessel sailing 40 knots to our location, Permission to open fire?" Laffey is eyeing the 20 blimps in her monitor screen with her red eyes and a murderous gaze.
"Do not open fire Laffey. We only open fire until we confirm the ill intensions of these Unknown Naval Vessels." Enterprise was not that shock that Laffey wants to launch a bunch of Missile to an unknown Naval Vessel, after knowing much of her murderous personality. The worst part if those Unknown Vessels were Civilian Vessel.
Enterprise in order to confirm the identity of the Unknown Vessels if it is a hostile threat or a civilian vessel. She launched 4 F/A-25 Hellcats along with its drone Wingman to the location of the unknown Naval Vessel.
"Lucas and Lafayette, I want you to intercept this 20 Unknown Naval Vessels 100 mile Northwest to our current location." She also dispatches the two for interception, they cannot let any of the Unknown Vessels to get closer at the Fleet if it caring a hostile intent.
Lucas and Lafayette responded to the comms. "Roger that/Aye eye."
An Arleigh Burke Class Destroyer and Constellation Class Frigate break-off in formation of the Strike Group and headed Northwest. The two Ships are in cruising speed around 20 knots to the designated location of interception of the 20 Unknown Naval Vessel.
Essex in support of ASW launches 4 of her F-35Bs to swipe any lurking Subamrine that their location is now revealed to the unknown of this world.
"Please tell me that we're not trying shoot another Chicken this time?" She said to herself as she looks at her Flight Deck where an AH-64 Apache is being armed with AGM-114 Hellfire Missile by Manjuus.
(AH-64 Apache was adapted by the Marines in 2035. The numerous airframe and down cost, along with the failure of future Helicopter acquisition of Marines. Some of the Big-Green Winnies at the Marine Corp. adapted the AH-64 Apache replacing AH-1 Viper, the Marine Corp. primary attack helicopter.)
Northwest 100 mile away from the Strike Group
An unknown 20 Naval Vessel that looks like an LCS (Littoral Combat Ship of the US Navy that is envisioned for littoral operation)
2 Twin-hull design Aircraft Carrier.
10 Catamaran design similar to Independence Class (LCS) but armed with two cannon from bow to stern.
5 angular shape that size of a cruiser armed with twin mounts turret from bow to stern.
3 Catamaran design with three-gun turret mounted on bow, starboard and port side.
The 20 ship has the same paint scheme Red and Jet-Black
An Albino woman with a Sting ray shape object as her backpack armed with six cannon three on each sides while emitting yellow light. The woman spoke.
"What are you're planning Code-G is not going to work" and grins, as she gazes at the surface of the ocean with her eyes glowing Yellow she's standing on the bridge of said carrier, that is speeding 40 knots to their objective.