Atticus Dominicus looked at a map of the Americas and "Aurorea" (Or Pelagia, as Myroria now put even more emphasis on separating the Auroran Coalition from Myroria, from separating "us" from "them"). He had served in the First Canadian War - injured himself and rode in the back of an ULTRA AP full of the dead, before taking control of it himself when it crashed into a tree. He was promoted to Major after that, and transferred to the navy, as his father and his father's father served. Now he had control of his own little battle cruiser, the Massive; though his men liked to call it the Testicle, because it was run "by the manliest man in the Myrorian navy".
Back to the map. Atticus had gotten word that the Loyanese fleet had already steamed out of Vancouver; he would have to leave earlier than scheduled from Portsmouth, Inglo-Scotia to meet them and the larger First Navy Fleet to steam - under cover, mind you, this was a "conflict", not a "war" - towards the northwest. The word "war" makes the populace cry. Though the Massive would have to leave early, it was still supplied all right, the off-shore leave would just have to be cut short, and, unfortunately, there was no room for a shuffleboard court, so the sailors would have to deal with the sea again. His sailors had already boarded, feet dragging, and he was ready to go. The dashboard in the bridge had nothing on it - no ash tray, no alcohol. Atticus was teetotaler, and a non-smoker. Which was something, when you lived in Myroria, and every teenager looked forward to smoking his first fat blunt with his friends.
The First Navy Fleet, Portsmouth Group, consisted of the Invincible, a small aircraft carrier and its flagship, three battle cruisers (including the Massive), two submarines, and seven patrol boats. The First Navy Fleet they would be meeting would absorb them like the Borg absorbed that asshole on Star Trek: With as many small aircraft carriers as the Portsmouth group had patrol boats, and TWO flagships, this behemouth was Myroria's finest fleet of the most modern ships. Oh, how they loved their navy.
And then there were the Loyanese, who were pretty cool guys, whenever the sailors had met them. They'd give them some cigarettes, since they were the least of Atticus' concern. When the Massive wasn't the Testicle, it was Hardened Teetotaler. Portsmouth was about five miles behind the Massive now, and ahead of them was boring ocean. All the way around Inglo-Scotia until they could meet somebody. Boring, boring, boring!
