A Battle Unseen

[Dredd]

[Sovereign Sea, February 3rd, 5610, 03:00 Hours]

Morokov in the dark red lit corridor turned back from his notebook and looked at the captain. The man behind him turned the periscope around 3 times scanning, as he took his eyes away from the machine, pulling down his eyepatch in place he walked over to Morokov and the others at the weapons calculations. Morokov began rechecking the bombardment coordinates for his wolfpack of 8 subs.

Salvo 1: Xsampan ports and warehouses on strategic dockyards
Salvo 2: Known warehouses and storage centers within range with foreign aid and civilian supply
Salvo 3: Electric grids & substations for power outages

But there was one final target that intrigued Morokov, a specific target for his sub alone in the entire 24 submersible fleet. His astute class nuclear submarine, a pride of the Kundrati navy, came equipped with unique 3,500 kilo cruise missiles with a 1000lb payload. He was to fire the 2 onboard, at the Xsampan embassy building, mainly used for diplomatic interactions with all foreign powers. Morokov smirked, the other calculations had been entirely strategic, but this one, was personal.

"Everything in order Lieutenant?" Said the gravelly voiced Captain. "Aye captain, all calculations triple checked for accuracy, the launching tubes are warming up as we speak, we await confirmation from the rest of the flotilla and your orders. The captain nodded and returned to his table, picking up a phone. A short conversation later the distinct words were spoken, "Wolfpack Lirnak, prepare for firing solutions."

In the dark cold waters there was serene silence as the lapping salty waves rolled in the starlit sky, and all at once water began to move, frothing. 28 Submarines in battle formation slowly emerged from the freezing waters, as the launch hatches opened. 30 seconds passed, then minutes, when suddenly in a deafening crescendo the dark night appeared as if it were suddenly day, if only for a few seconds. Fire roared, and 28 cruise missiles soared upward and toward the coast miles away. 30 seconds, and a second salvo, then a third. Over 60 cruise missiles were inbound before the solutions were finished, the Captain before ordering a dive and tactical withdrawal, went up to the viewing deck with his 2 adjutants. They lit cigarettes and waited, until bright flashes emerged on the horizon, hearing the small booms in the distance. The captain smiles as his gold tooth reflected in the cigarettes light, "Men, our work is done, give me the admirals line." The submarines having done their grim duty, perished as if they had never been, and the waters rolled silently again.