It was a day like no other, you were a Pilot that got stationed on the USS Franklin, a Carrier out north in the Pacific, the second you boarded. The deck was pretty peaceful. Only whispers about you. You enter the bridge and into the Island of the Carrier. You see the Admiral and you extend an hand, She glares at you.

USS Franklin - "You're late. You were supposed to be here 7 minutes ago, you were holding up the entire fucking ship, Pilot."

She said. Her voice was raspy, very coarse, it seemed she yelled a lot.

USS Franklin - "I hope you can make up for that lateness. We're departing to the Bering Sea on a mission to attack the Sakurans. Get down to briefing, pilot."

She said, her voice once raspy again, but harsh. She seems somewhat stressed and mad about something.. You enter the lower deck with a heck ton of planes. You enter the debriefing room and sit down. You see a few pilots goofing off and the commander going over how their going to bomb the enemy fleet. Suddenly, Franklin walked in... All the Pilots shut up and saluted.

USS Franklin - "Attention, Pilots. We are entering the combat zone. If you have any fucking shitty reasoning to want to Desert now, I will personally drive a bullet through your skull. Now, the plan is simple. The fighters will rush in first with AP Rockets to do the fire damage first, then the torpedo bombers will finish the major battleships and cruisers that deal the Anti-Aircraft Gun Damage. Finally, the dive bombers, they will dive and attack the carriers and finish off the rest of the fleet. We will win the battle."

She looks around, she saw a pilot nervous. Shaking in his boots.

USS Franklin - "You. You're demoted. A pilot cannot fear their death. Your a co-pilot now on a Fighter."

She turns to the commander.

USS Franklin - "You will lead your squadrons in. You will return, and you will go for a second run to take out the Second Scout Fleet."

She turned to the rest of the pilots, scanning.

USS Franklin - "You are dismissed."

The pilots and commanders leave, you were so confused about the plan. But went on with it for now. The planes were refueled and prepared for take off... the fighter squadron first took off and flew up. After 5 minutes, the torpedo squadron would go. Then after 10, you, in the bomber squadron would let hell loose.

On the main helm and Island of the Carrier. USS Franklin was planning and doing a shit ton of math to find a advantage point.