Ship Master Jainom Balan was overlooking the final preparations of his new ship, the battleship Iannis, named after Mount Iannis on the Home Islands. Jainom was of the in'fayyum caste. Their patron god was the Crocodile God Fayyumti. His epaulettes resembled a crocodile's head. But the rest of his uniform was a blue color and a saber hung from his side. He wore a blue and white keffiyeh over his head and neck as all soldiers and sailors wore. But the heat wasn't going to get to Jainom on the open seas. He had recevied word that the All-Bulo had organized a powerful fleet to challenge the Nihonites. The Fleet of Righteous Sanity was steaming its way to the northern islands of Nihon to meet the enemy. The Iannis was one of four battleships that the Nihonite navy was going to send into battle. Jianom however just looked over the horizon. His second, Majordomo Kalan Iuann stood next to him. Jianom handed him the note.
"Look at this. The Assemblage of Military Talent indeed. They want our entire battle fleet to engage the Bolu. We only have a scattering of cruisers and ironclads protecting our trade routes. I don't like this, Majordomo Iuann."
Kalan nodded and crumbled up the note. " I agree. But these are our orders. Fleet Master Hunnan wants us to meet up with him."
Jainom just continued to stare at the horizon as the sun rose. "I just don't like it. The Bolu are going to have to engage our main fleet in an effort to control our sea lanes, but the question is...are we ready?" The Nihonite Navy hadn't faced a real oadversary ever in its history. These would be its first test of battle. The Navy was made up of both Nihonite built ships but a majority were foreign built. The Iannis was the only Nihonite-built battleship in the entire Navy. Jainom finally sighed and went into the bridge. From the bridge, he could see one of the new destroyers, and four torpedo boats around his ship. These was all the escort he got. But the Fleet of Righteous Sanity was three times this size. Jianom looked at the helmsman. "All ahead full. Port 32 degrees. I want to be in formation with the fleet in four hours." He turned back at Kalan as he looked at his pocketwatch. "Maybe I am just nervous about the ship. We will win this battle. We will defeat the Bolu here." Majordomo Kalan just nodded in return. He was only about twenty-seven. Young for a man who is a second on a battleship, but Kalan's father sat on Assemblage of Coercive Politics and was a war hero. All expected great things from him. Kalan however just joined in the gazing. May the gods watch over me.