Time: 12:00 AM Date: September 10th, 2019 Location: The Alicorn, 900 Kilometers out from Anchorhead Bay, approximately 6 days after escaping Artiglio Port during the events of Operation Sighthound.

You two were stood at the bridge of the vessel. Engulfed by the deep sea, all around you. The captain turned to you, his tone was... questioning. “Command Duty Officer, what do you think would turn a drill into a real war?” You had no answer. Nothing that immediately came to mind, anyway. “You don't see it, do you?” His tone wasn't particularly accusatory. He was going somewhere with this, clearly. It was only now you realized he was speaking into the PA system. “It's imagination. So use your imagination my fellow submariners! A single shell will save ten million lives!” Even from up here, you could hear cheering going up and down deck, by deck, by deck, echoing across this gargantuan vessel. The crew always hung onto the captain's every last word, they were, to put it mildly, fanatical. Like a personality cult of sorts. The captain switched off the PA system with the flick of switch, sighing long and hard, with an air of calm.

“... Command Duty Officer. You look like there's something you want to say. Go on, speak as you please. It's just us in here.”