The VNS Stormhawk, Valoria's formidable aircraft carrier, cut through the waves like a beast unleashed. Its deck was a hive of activity as crews scrambled to ready their aircraft for the impending mission. Pilots climbed into their cockpits, their faces set with determination as mechanics loaded munitions onto the sleek dive bombers and torpedo planes. The hum of propellers filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment.
On the bridge, Rear Admiral Christopher Hall surveyed the scene. His sharp gaze flicked between the maps spread across the table and the distant horizon. The report from the Phantom had been clear: a Ruthenian fleet was en route, a massive formation that, if left unchallenged, could spell disaster for Valoria's defensive lines.
"Launch the first wave," Hall ordered. "We can't let them get any closer. Target their carrier and lead battleships. Cripple their ability to retaliate."
