[Im going to need a garbage truck soon enough.]

Craig: Lets see what makes you tick...

Two scientists stood in the lab, bent over a metal table, on which lied an Atlesian Knight. Robot, with white paintjob had a large hole in its humanoid head. Redhead scientist picked up a blowtorch and lit it up.

Craig: You might want to stand back Eddy.

Old bald scientist snarled at his younger colleague.

Richtoffen: Verdamnt amerikan. Hov many times do I have to tell you to call me "Richtoffen"?

Craig put on a welding mask, closed the flame to the arm of the robot and started slowly cutting it off.

Richtoffen: Nevermind. But do please vatch out nov. I do not need another explosion in my lab today.

Craig: Oh come on, how was I supposed to know that stuff would blow up? Besides, "Your lab"?

Old nazi held the bridge of his nose.

Richtofen: You SNIFFED, a NEU und UNKNOVN substance used to pover a VEAPON und I assume zhis var machine. Then SNEEZED. IT IS A MIRACLE VE SURVIVED!

Robot's arm fell off with an audible thud.

Craig: Yeah stuff is rather powerful. Shame Cap won't let us play with it. You tried talking to him about it?

Richtoffen: Ja. Herr Kapitan said as soon as ve find land we can "fick off und experiment" all vie vant. Zhat is vhen vill do some extensive tests on Richtoffium and take some accurate measurements.

Engineer put out the blowtorch and lifted up the mask, and looked at the German disapprovingly.

Craig: Really? "Richtoffium"?

Old man looked back offended.

Richtoffen: Ja. Vhat ist vrong vith zhat name?

Craig: It's... Fuck it, trying to argue with you is like smashing your head against a concrete wall. Why can't we call it something simple? Like... I don't know... "Dust"?

Richtoffen: Do not be preposterous vho vould call it zhat? We vill discuss it later. Now, focus on zee examination.

Ginger huffed, closed his mask and lit the blowtorch back up, focusing on the leg of the robot.

[Meanwhile, few decks below]

*Wrrrrrr, click*

I pulled the hammer of the revolver back, pointed it at my head and squeezed the trigger.

*click*

Crewmembers around me roared with applause. I breathed out then put the revolver down, and poured myself another shot of vodka. Dwarf across smiled.

Ivan: What is it, capitan? Afraid of a little blank?

Why you little...

(Y/N): Don't worry about me Kozlov. It's not me who is losing half of his hearing tonight.

I drank the shot, and focused on my chief engineer. He took the Nagant from the wooden table.

*Wrrrrrrrrr, click*

Cylinder snapped into place and the sailiors around us went dead silent
Midget pulled back the hammer and pulled the trigger.

*Click*

Goddamnit.

Ivan: Haha!

Another defening roar from the crowd gathered around us in tight confines of the reactor control room.
Fifth round of this bullshit.

He put the revolver down and passed it to me, then he threw himself at the vodka bottle. I picked up the gun again and spinned the cylinder.

*Wrrrrrrrr, click*

Ivan: God if you hear me, please let me win! Grant me this one thing and I swear i'll be your most devoted follower!

I put the revolver against my temple, cold steel of the barrel pressing against my skin, without hesitation I pulled the trigger.

*Click*

Kozlov's face paled. With the crowd cheering, I spinned the revolver a few times in my hand, spinned the cylinder and gave it to my engineer with a smile.

(Y/N): Your turn, cheery little fuck.

With a shaking hand he took the gun and quickly pointed it at his own temple.

*BANG*

Blank went off, defening sound in the tight confines of the sub, hot gasses escaping the barrel straight into the poor mans face, burning its right part on the spot. He threw the pistol aside and grabbed his face, falling off from his chair rolling on the ground, rithing in pain.

I slumped back in the wooden chair and chugged the remaining content of thd vodka bottle down, while my engineer was suffering.

(Y/N): Well I guess  that makes you an atheist. Take him to the medbay boys we need you chief up on his feet.

Three sailiors stepped forward and grabbed the fidgeting midget, then slowly walked towards thier destination.

(Y/N): AND REMEMBER, NO MORE SMOKING IN MY GODDAMNED ENGINEERING!

[Few moments later on the conning tower]

Night fell at the sea, submarine slowly bobbing left and right on the waves. I stared at the moon. It seemed familiar, yet I remember my moon in one piece...

Gregorij: Shouldn't you tell the crew?

I kept staring at the broken thing.

(Y/N): They probably already know, rumors travel at light speed.

What could do that to a moon?

Gregorij: Still, it would help if they heard it from you.

Yeah, who knows what men underneath my feet could come up with.
I nodded, turned around and walked towards the ladder leading down. I slid down to the bridge, nodding to Tanya I sat down in my chair, picked up the handheld microphone that was dangling to my right and told my comms officer.

(Y/N): Put me through to the whole ship.

Anatoli nodded back, flicked a few switches and showed me a thumbs up.

Here goes nothing.

(Y/N): Comrades. Brothers and sisters. Men and women, sailing with me, under my command. It is time to adress a few things.

First, I want to thank you all. If not for you, we would still have to endure that marionette of a capitan. Thanks to you, we are in command. You came to my help and I will not forget that. You trusted me to lead you, and that is exactly what I intend to do.

Secondly, I am aware of certain rumors floating around the ship, and I wish to adress them. I won't lie to you. Yes. Yes, we are stuck in another world. Yes, we are slowly running out of supplies. Yes, we won't be able to come back.

On board our ship we carry a device. Its capable of flinging us great distances in the blink of an eye.
That device put us in this new world.
That decide is the only thing that can take us back.

But I ask you: Do you want to go back?

Go back to the system that put you behind bars? System that shackled you down? System that kills pepole that can't find a decent job? Where you are afraid for your life, on each and every single one step?

We are on board the most powerful vessel ever created by man. Armed with the most powerful weapon made by man. We can sneak up anywhere, deliver a strike onto anything, then dissapear before anyone can figure out what happened.

I ask you, will you stand with me, once again, against this new world? Will you show the enemy, any enemy, what kind of monsters are you? Are you with me?

I put the microphone slowly back on its place. On the bridge reigned total silence. Then my Tanya stood up, and saluted.

Tanya: Yes, comrade (Y/N)!

Pepole rose up from thier stations, saluting me, repeating the words of thier first officer. Exept for comms station. Anatoli was busy taking in reports from various parts of the ship.

Anatoli: Engineering says yes, torpedo bay reports full combat readiness, reactor confirms, watch crew is looking out for a target....

That continued for a few minutes. I guess I don't have to worry about loyalty for now.

[2 days later]

Comms: SHIP SPOTTED!

I jerked back to life from my nap.

Tanya: Bearing?

Finnaly. I was about to give up searching for another ship on this damned sea.

Comms: 30.

(Y/N): Helm, course to intercept. Somone notify Greg to get him and his boys into swimm suits. And get the dingy out. Ah, screw it im going to tell him myself.

I stood up and run to the armory. Darting past few sailiors getting to thier stations.

Armory was below the bridge, so I didn't have to run for long. I banged on the reinforced doors.

(Y/N): NAT! OPEN THE FUCK UP!

Few bangs later and the door opened, and I saw the ruffled head of the local gun nut Natasha Kuznetsov. In her thirties, long black hair, medium height and athletic build. She was responsible for taking care of our small arsenal of weapons.

Nat: What the hell do you want so early in the morning?

(Y/N): A gun. Duh.

I pushes her back and unceremonialy barged in. The armory was a long room, divided into two sections. In the back was the actual armory with a small collection of weapons, in front a small workshop and the current living space of my gunsmith, a barred gate separating the two.

(Y/N): Not my fault you decided to sleep here. Oh and im looking... for... Greg...

And they say you can't catch a specops with his pants down. But lo and behold, Grigorij in just his nickers, lying on what was the only matress in the room. I looked at Nat then back at sleeping Greg. She blushed.

(Y/N): Oh for fuck sake. You two lovebirds tried this thing two times already, and it failed. You don't learn do you? As to you Greg...

I looked around the room, for any good "wake up call" material. Finnaly I settled on a large wrench. I walked up to the sleeping Specnaz then started wildly banging on pipes by his head.

Soldier immediately opened his eyes, his hand shooting out towards my ankle. Oh no, no, no.

I managed to jump back just as he was closing his hand. He lookes up at me then at still blushing Nat.

Greg: Boss...? BOSS!

He jumped up and saluted. In his underpants. Just his underpants.

(Y/N):  Good you are awake. Put something on. I have a job for you.

I turned around and barked to Nat.

(Y/N): Open it up.

She slowly walked up to the gate, grumbling and took the key off from her neck, quickly unlocking the gate to the weapon stash.

I walked in looking at rows of Soviet weaponry. AK47's, AK74's, AKS-74u's SVD's... And in the middle the biggun. The 20kg anti-tank rifle... PTRS. Chambered in massive 14.5mm rounds. Capable of penetrating 40mm of steel... From 300 metres.

No. No i can't. It's too large for fighting inside a ship. Not yet.

I turned around and grabbed an AKS-74u. Short carabine will be perfect for tight confines of a ship.
Then i turned around to my now calm and collected gunsmith and my finnaly clothed soldier.

(Y/N): Nat, I need three mags and a silencer. Greg, we have a ship on the horizon we are going to board it. Get your Specops.

He nodded then ran out of the room.
The girl handed me a silencer and three 5.45mm magazines. I loaded one into the carabine and put the rest into the pockets of my trench coat.

(Y/N): Let's do this.

[Few minutes after dawn]

[Author's note:
Russian,
English.
Yeah. I just realised that I should probably try to avoid someone asking "Why is everyone on a Russian submarine speaking english?" So whenever we'll have 2 languages to operate, I'll just use this system. Comment if you prefer it the other way around.]

(Y/N): It's fucking raining.

We moved out on a inflatable boat, ahead of the sub. Greg steering the boat in the night. Specnaz 1 and 2 checking thier silenced carbines. We all had black swimsuits and nightvision goggles on. I looked at green silhouette of the back of a large container ship in front of us.

(Y/N): It just had to rain, didn't it?

Three special operations soldiers sat around me grinning.

Specnaz 1: Cheer up, capitan! If all goes acording to plan, we will be back in the warm can we call home in no time!

Specnaz 2: Yeah. We will take care of everything.

Both of them laughed at the same time.

(Y/N): That's exactly what I am afraid of. You taking care of things. I need a few pepole alive for information. Just... don't shoot anyone on the bridge.

They looked at each other suprised.

Greg: You heard the boss. Non-lethal on the bridge, everything else is free game.

Both Specnaz cocked thier rifles.

We slowly closed to the stern of the ship, our small boat rocking on the waves caused by screws of the large container ship.

It had the similar utilitarian futuristic design, the other a Atlas ship had. It was very close to container ships in our world, just a little slanted.

Greg took out a grappling hook and shot it at the aft barrier. Hook slowly rose up and reached its target. Then he tied the line from the hook to the rubber boat. The specnaz soldier put the small AKSu on his back then slowly climbed the rope up.

We waited for a few seconds then a body in a raincoat, fell over the barrier and hit the water. After that Greg appeared and waved at us.

One after another we climbed up the rope towards the ship. I made my way over the barrier and grabbed the rifle from my back.

Greg took out a small flashlight and flashed a few times towards our sub.
Then he turned around to his subordinates.

Greg: Go from the right side and move up to the bridge. Eliminate all targets on your way. Radio us when you reach the bottom of the bridge.

Both of them nodded and crouched, slowly moving right.

Greg: We are taking the left side.

We moved, checking corners around containers, towards the tower in the middle.

Ship was around 180 metres long, thanks to the nightvision goggles I could make out one sailior around 30 metres in front of us slowly walking towards the bridge. We chatched up to him then Greg took out a knife.

Specnaz walked up behind the sailior, grabbed his head then in one fluid movment slit his throat before he managed to scream. Then he chucked him overboard.

With no obstacles remaining we quickly made our way to the bridge just in time for the second team to radio in

Specnaz 1: We are at the bottom of the bridge, over.

Greg responded over his hand radio.

Greg: Understood. Move up. Over and out.

Bridge had to be few floors above us. Probably just above cargo. We took stairs leading up looking around for anyone willing to take a walk in the rain. After some slow climbing we heard voices

???: ...only 2 days left to Vale. I could finnaly eat something normal, instead of the puke Cook makes.

???: Tell me about it. He cooks worse than Atlesians do.

English? Now that I think about it, I did heard some back on that atlas transport...

???: So... What do you think is in those Schnee containers?

???: Fuck if I know. They paid well enough not to ask questions.

Crouched we moved to the windows to take a peek inside.

???: Oh please, I know you are more curious than I am about them. Hell it can't just dust otherwise he would ship it himself, right?

???: I don't know. I heard he lost a ship.

???: How?

Bridge looked quite advanced for a cargo vessel... Blue panels with text and various graphs, dials, switches, most importantly two pepole casualy talking inside and two others manning consoles

???: I heard pirates sunk his ship.

???: Pirates? Don't be ridiculous... There wasnt any piracy on Atlesian waters for 20 years! Last time I heard about piracy, was when some ship was boarded north of Menagerie 6 years ago.

Oh you are going to hear all about piracy in a second, all right.

Greg whispered something into the radio then he tapped me and pointed at the door leading inside.

We entered the bridge from port, slowly entering the room. From starboard second team entered similarly to us. We lined up, each one of us aiming at a different target.

(Y/N): About that piracy...

Guy sitting in the chair located in the middle of the bridge turned around shocked. He had a capitans hat. Good that some things don't change.

(Y/N): I'll be taking over now, capitan.

He raised his hands and slowly stood up.

Capitan: How did you get on board...?

(Y/N): Oh come on now. Im supposed to start a explaining everything now?
No, no, no, no...

I walked up to him and smashed the stock if my rifle into his face, knocking him out.

(Y/N): Tie the rest up and signal the sub.

[Holy fuck. I wanted to get this out earlier, but alas life is a bitch. I do promise to work out some sort of a schedule...
Anyway thanks for reading.]