Talk:Winter 2017 Event/@comment-26913812-20170226152229

Day 7 : Night Time  Night Time As the sun goes down and the battle approaches its peak, Nagato is left with 2 decisions. Either to eliminate the last abyssal standing, or hold fire and interrogate the said abyssal. The latter was proposed by Kitakami prior to this specific sortie. If they were to sink their last enemy, they will lose another chance to find I-13 whereabouts. If she chooses the second option, there's a high risk that the enemy will attempt to 'last resort' should they begin to approach them. After thinking for a while, she decided : Escort group, approach the enemy flagship and stay sharp. Carrier group, launch few planes loaded with precision bombs covered by fighters, just in case. Battleship group, adjust your sensors and guns for precision bombardment. Day 7 (Local Zone Time) The Admiral had just returned from a gunfight with a mercenary team in a factory complex. He was tasked to retrieve some documents for scientists, when the mercs ambushed him. Now sitting in a bench in their mobile lab, he inspects his gear. His suit was half ruined, his Saiga only has 10 shot rounds left, while his AK and pistols have been thrown off for running out of ammo. As an emission is approaching, he receives a message in his PDA. It was from Nagato: "Sir, we've managed to locate I-13. No casualties in our side. If it weren't for Kitakami, we might not be able to find her. She suggested to spare at least one of the abyssals alive for questioning. And it turns out I-13 was being held by the Wa-class tagging along with the enemy fleet. She's unconscious as we speak, but she's all right. Awaiting your orders" Perhaps he was so exhausted for the long day, or perhaps it reminds him of some memories few years back. He can only snort, with a slight smile in his face. Anyway, he texted back to the message : "Job well done, fleet flagship. Return to base safely, resupply everyone, and take a good rest. And oh, pack your stuffs. We'll be leaving on Tuesday as ordered. And tell Hitomi I said hi." As he typed the last word, he sighed and leaned to the wall behind him : "Huh, it was two years ago and now this. Oh well, better buy a .45 after this."