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*BANG*

Tied up body dropped lifeless to the ground.

I slowly moved towards the next prisoner, and aimed my Makarov at his skull. This one was panicking unable to do anything, constrained, forced to look down the barrel.

Prisoner: NononononoNONONO!

*BANG*

I kicked the body off from my ship down to the sea, and made my way to the next loyalist. This one was surprisingly calm. Probably a religious man.

Prisoner: You will burn in hell for this, comrade.

Definitely a religious man.

(Y/N): All the interesting pepole are in hell.

*BANG*

(Y/N): Pffff, screw this slow execution, bullshit.

*BANG, BANG*

(Y/N): I've got a ship to run.

Two last prisoners dropped dead on the deck. I turned my head towards two sailors standing on the deck, behind me.

(A/N): Clean this filth from my deck, comrades.

Sailors: Yes, Capitan!

"Capitan." I like that.
I walked towards one of the hatches leading inside the Typhoon. Pulling my coat tighter. It was freezing outside.

I banged on the hatch with the pistol. Few moments later one of the sailors opened it, saluted with his right arm then went back down.

Inside the sub air reeked of unwashed men, booze and oil. I need to remind myself to exchange the air inside. Walking to the bridge, I saw crewmembers dragging bodies, few of them missing appendages and some of them disemboweled. Corridors were dimly lit. I ordered to conserve power because I have no idea when or if we even can replenish our uranium.

On the bridge, pepole slowly carried out their duties reading informations on monitors and talking trough phones, controlling ships compartments and systems. Specnaz #1 and #2 standing watch making sure they are carrying out their actual orders. I couldn't see my first officer.

Specnaz #1: CAPITAN ON DECK.

Both SpecOp soldiers saluted, with the rest of the current watch bolting upright. I guess they heard the shots.

(Y/N): At ease, comrades. Now can anybody hand me the report and tell me where did my first officer go?

Bridge crew sat back down with the new weapons officer Sasha handing me the report written in neat cyrilic, and I quickly glanced over it.

(Y/N): 43 torpedoes. Food for a week, that is concerning. 39 cremembers dead. Damnit we are short on manpower... Why is there no damage report here?

Sasha: That's what comrade Tanya went to adress, we still got no report from engineering.

(Y/N): I better head down there myself...

Few minutes of navigating the 941 corridors, I arrived before the steel bulkhead leading to the reactor control room. I opened the thick door and a cloud of smoke flied straight into my face.

(Y/N): *cough* For heaven's sake... *cough, cough* KOZLOV! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? NO SMOKING NEAR THE CONTROLS TO THE BIG URANIUM FUELED WATER POT!

I took a step back and listened to any sings of my chief engineer. Lo and behold few seconds later I heard things falling down, russian cursing and I think a bottle falling. Then a short man came out of the foggy room. He was well build, bald and had a beard no lumberjack would be ashamed of. He looked at me and smiled.

Ivan: (Y/N), my boy! I hear that the mutiny went well. Now what can I do for you?

I couldn't help but smile at the small mechanic.

(Y/N): Well I wanted to make sure you don't blow us all up but i'll be content with a small damage report.

Still smiling he said

Ivan: Hull is mostly intact as are all four engines and ballast tanks. Torpedoes and batteries intact.

His smile quickly faded.

Ivan: However we almost had a fucking meltdown. Few coolant pipes ruptured. We managed to weld them back together, before it hit critical but I wouldn't recomend taking another goddamned nuke head on. Oh and half of the engineering is radioactive.

(Y/N): Will there be any problems with the reactor?

Ivan: We will keep it working, don't worry.

I patted his back and walked away back towards the bridge. While he took out another cigarette and lit it on fire.

My ship won't blow up in the near future, that's good to know. We won't have any power problems. How do I get food? For all i know we landed in a world full of alien creatures with acidic blood, where each and every single fruit and vegetable is deadly to humans...

I entered the bridge and I saw turmoil. Pepole frantically talking on phones and checking monitors and gauges.

(Y/N): What the hell is happening?

My first officer appeard from the door on the other side of the bridge.

Tanya: I was looking for you, Capitan! Smoke was spotted on the horizon.

Smoke? That could be a ship and an opportunity for some answers.

(Y/N): What bearing?

Helm: Bearing 148. Change course?

(Y/N): Make it so. Tell the tower watch to come inside, then go to periscope depth. Let's have a closer look at that smoke.

[Timeskip]

Sonar: Contact! Bearing 355. 2... Correction 3 screws.

(Y/N): Distance?

Sonar: 800 metres, capitan.

(Y/N): Periscope up. Helm, get me the same course as that ship. I want a good long look at them...

Moment later periscope emerged from the deck below my feet. I extended it's handles to the side and rotated it, to take a look at the ship.

It was almost dawn but the ship was still visible. Around 100m long... 15 metres high... No visible guns... What's that on thier flag...?

(Y/N): Tanya, take a look at this.

I took a step back and let my second in command take a look. She looked trough the periscope's ocular for a few seconds.

(Y/N): Who do you think that flag belongs to?

Tanya: I have no idea, capitan...

Then she grinned and turned her head to me.

Tanya: Should we ask?

[Timeskip]

*BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG*

(Y/N): IT WAS A BAD FUCKING IDEA.

I was sitting in the conning tower, with few of my fellow sailiors, getting shot from what now, after the amount of gunfire, appeared to be a military cargo transporter.

I peeked out and aimed at one of the enemy crewmembers, then barked once with the SVD, splatering the head of one of the enemy sailors.
I quickly crouched back behind cover and not a moment too soon as one of the bullets went through my capitans hat.

(Y/N): DAMN YOU! Where the fuck is Greg?

I crawled to the hatch leading inside the sub and shouted into it.

(Y/N): WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SPECNAZ UNIT?

Comms: They didn't report yet, comrade capitan!

More bullets wheezed past me.

(Y/N): I had to ask them nicely.

Once again I peeked out and shot one of the sailiors few times in the chest with the Dragunov.

(Y/N): This is what I get for asking nicely. How was I supposed to know that I am an "Unregistered vessel in Atlas territorial waters"? What the fuck even IS Atlas?

Sailior to the left of me got riddled with shots, wounds quickly covered in ice.

(Y/N): Note to self, give scientist bodies to examine.

Then the enemy ship launched a flare.

The small red light went high in the sky illuminating both my submarine and the cargo ship.

Then they started shouting, as o heard gunshots on the other side of thier ship.

Soldiers: BEHIND!

All soldiers turned around to face the new threat. Big mistake.

I, with the rest of my men on the tower, stood up and let loose on the enemy, my SVD barking loudly accompanied with full-auto fury of AK-47's

After each and every enemy soldier was thoroughly packed with led we stopped shooting.

(Y/N): GREG?

3 men in diving suits stood where enemies once shot at us.

(Y/N): And Specnaz #1 and #2! Took you long enough...

Then the comms officers head popped trough the towers hatch.

Comms Officer: CAPITAN! WE HAVE RADAR CONTACTS! ETA 7 MINUTES!

(Y/N): Huh... I wondered what that flare was for...

I turned around and shouted at the spec ops again.

(Y/N): GREG! YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES! GRAB A FEW WEAPONS THEN SEARCH THIER BRIDGE!

He showed me a thumbs up then ran to loot anything of value. I looked at two sailiors beside me.

(Y/N): You two. Catch anything they throw overboard.

Then at the comms officer still standing in the hatch.

(Y/N): Prepare to go underwater, we are leaving in 6 minutes.

Comms Officer: Sir, yes sir!

At this point specnaz aboard the Atlesian ship started throwing weapons towards us, one of the bulky rifles hitting me straight in the head knocking me out.

[Blackout]

I woke up to the sound of alarm bells, trying to explode my head already ravaged by a furious headache.

(Y/N): Ugh... What happened?

Tanya: We just went underwater.

She was standing over me looking at my head.

Tanya: Greg threw a rifle and managed to hit you in the noggin. Its just a bruise, you will walk it off, capitan.

I slowly managed to get up from the bridge floor.

(Y/N): Anyone got a good look at those airplanes that were inbound?

Thats when I noticed the specnaz team looking over thier loot, talking about bulky Atlas guns and thier magazines. Greg got up and walked up to me.

Grigorij: Those were airships. 1 large and 4 gunships. Oh and sorry for the head, boss.

(Y/N): *growl* You'll get yours Greg, don't you worry.

Comms: Capitan? There is one more thing. I picked up a lot of radio signals at higher bands.

(Y/N): Why didn't you pick them up sooner?

Comms: Since our standard bands were empty I decided to randomly search for other radio broadcasts...
But they don't seem to be voice communications.

(Y/N): Curious... Anyway, helm steer us south. Weapons? Send a farewell gift towards that ship.

Weapons: Aye, aye one torpedo warming up.

[Meanwhile in Atlas Academy headmaster's office]

Winter: General Ironwood?

James looked up from the stacks of paper on his desk, towards Winter Schnee standing in the doorway to his office.

Ironwood: Yes, what is it Winter?

Winter: There was a pirate raid on one of our transporters.

Ironwood's eyes went wide with suprise.

Ironwood: Give me the details.

Winter walked up to the Generals desk and handed him a case file.

Winter: Approximately 40 minutes ago we recieved a distress signal from an Atlas dust freighter the Toucan. We immediately dispatched an air fleet but before they arrived the pirates ran away. One minute later the Toucan exploded, all the dust onboard destroyed.

Ironwood opened the case file and started inspecting the pictures.

Ironwood: Did we get then?

Winter grimaced.

Winter: No. They used a large submarine to escape. We did manage to get some footage of it. We might find more if we recover the black box from the wreckage.

Headmaster of Atlas took out a photo of the Typhoon and carefully studied the details.

Ironwood: This might pose a large problem.

[Another chapter of this garbage. Hope you liked that and as with two former chapters, reviews are welcome.]