Modern Weapon System 9 Cvn-78 And The Other Carrier Strike Groups

"Wow, what a view," Lance said as the aircraft carrier was launched from the port alongside with its escort.

The carrier strike group consisted of the CVN-78 aircraft carrier itself accompanied escorts of other ships.

The ship was escorted by not one or two missile cruisers but by four of those Ticonderoga guided missile cruisers. The destroyer also doubled on their required minimal amounts for a carrier strike group, which were six Arleigh Burke-cla.s.s guided-missile destroyers. There were also three supply and oiler ships in the present next to the carrier strike group. The amphibious a.s.sault group was also present near the aircraft carrier considered of three Wasp-cla.s.s ships, four San Antonio cla.s.s ships, and finally five Harpers Ferry cla.s.s ships.

Not stopping there, but there were also other carrier strike groups with similar equipment, albeit with different aircraft carriers, which were the CVN-76 and the CVN-75.

'Gee, one of those groups, and we can project power that Beats the entire country military force. What a truly magnificent view,' He mumbled as he flew in a circle around the carrier strike group that was sailing on the open sea.

[System has finished the reward procedure]

'I don't know what your definition of an escort is, but thanks.'

Lance made an approach to the aircraft carrier, and the CATC acknowledged him and started to land the plane.

CATC: "Acknowledged for landing, general you may land."

Lance made a slow approach to the carrier and landed on the carrier successfully after the rope that was attached to the Hook of the aircraft stopped it.

CATC: "Nice landing, general."

Lance aircraft was towed into the hangar inside the aircraft carrier, and he got out of it. He got greeted by the Rear Admiral of the ship, which was the commander of the entire group.

With his flight suit still on his flight suit and that Admiral was in a formal uniform. "General, nice to meet you. My name is Harold Andersen, I'm the commander of this fleet."

"Nice to meet you, Admiral, show me the way to the control tower, please," Lance said to the Admiral.

"Follow me please," the Admiral lead the way as he climbed the stairs.

"Admiral, how many crews do we have in this carrier?" Lance asked him.

"Currently, about 4500 personnel are on board, and 65% of them are women," Admiral Andersen said as he climbed a ladder into the landing deck.

"65%? That is an unusual number. On average, only about 15% of the personnel are female," Lance said to his Admiral.

"Trust me general, with the woman on board, morale has boosted so much. Though there are some flaws here and there, we are working to solve it out," The Admiral said as they arrived at the bridge of the carrier.

Lance looked out of the windows of the bridge. The carrier and the ship lights were shining, giving the Illumination of a small town in the afternoon. It's genuinely like a small town indeed considering the number of ships that were there.

Lance decided to go for the flight deck to observe the strike group. The aircraft carrier was sailing right in the middle of the convoy. The corners were covered by missile cruisers, and the convoy was protected by missile destroyer. The radar of the CVN-78 can detect a target with a distance more than 400 kilometers, so any threat will be eliminated without ever becoming a threat, what a truly amazing power projection.

Suddenly, a figure approached Lance from behind him. The figure poked Lance's back, "Hey there tovarisch, why do your eyes always look so empty when you're looking at something? Comrade is here to help you with a shot of vodka and a piece of good Russian advice," he said as he embraced lance from the back.

"Thank you, Dima, but I pa.s.sed on the first one," He said to Dima, who was wearing a BDU for Navy and a four-star on his clothes.

"Haha, I see, so Lance, what do you have on mind right now? Just like I said, Comrade is here for ya," Dima said with his thick Russian accent as sea wind blew his cap away.

"Hmm Dima, I'm a bit confused right now, you see, do you know how to do a diplomatic solution to take someone else belongings right from his front door without he gets angry and tried to take it back," Lance said.
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Dima crossed his hands, "Well, Lance, What do you mean by this belongings, and who do you mean by he?"

"These belongings that I mean is my land, at least it used to. The he I mean in this context is the king and the landlord himself," Lance said to Dima.

"Peacefully and fairly?" Dima asked him with an unsatisfied face.

"Yes," Lance replied.

"Well, you can build up everything from scratch by the first step, which is getting noticed by the landlords. From that point, you can build up a relationship with the king and get some n.o.bility status. After that the king will give you a piece of land somewhere in the region. If everything went smoothly, I say it will take about twenty years or so. My point is if everything went smoothly," Dima explained to him.

"Might as well live as a normal family and live in the mainland for the rest of my lifetime Dima. What do you mean by everything went smoothly?" Lance asked him again.

"Smoothly mean that everything went according to plan. We don't even know who the person that was sinking your ship was. We don't know if the kingdom still wants you. We don't know if there are any possibilities that the kingdom actually wants to a.s.sa.s.sinate you. We don't even know the secret ingredients of the tsar vodka," Dima explained everything that he worried about.

"I agree with you, except for the last point. Even does the kingdom wants me to disappear? Why?" Lance asked Dima.

A breeze of wind hit our face, and this time was a bit warmer because the air was coming out of the afterburner of the F/18, "Any reason for a.s.sa.s.sinating your family is considered as invalid if the king was the one that requested it. Tsar would kill anyone that he wants to kill just by pointing his hands at the person, any question left?" Dima asked Lance.

"In my mind, a peaceful diplomatic is simply by making some agreements with the landlord or the king himself. Maybe it will take longer, but the outcome will result in less conflict and better future," Lance gave out his idea of peaceful diplomatic with the high bra.s.s.

"Not that I hate that idea, but I also don't like it either," Dima said.

"What's on your mind then?" Lance asked him again for his advice.

"A peaceful diplomatic solution by the mean of intimidation and fast and accurate power projection."