Roebuck: The battle of Peleliu finally came to an end in November of 1944. Three bitter months after it was supposed to. When we shipped out for Okinawa, the airfield became a vital asset in the campaign. Among those stationed there are the crews of the US Navy Black Cats. Men who would risk everything before they would leave any of us in enemy waters.

Hank: They are the best of the best.

Dedmos: They must be trying to accomplish their mission.

Sanford: Which is to stop the villainous alliance battleships.

Doc: Hawk and company are helping them.

(At Onikawa)

Harrington: (over radio) Boats, coming over them now.

Booth: Yeah, I see 'em. Landry! Open up comms! Major Gordon... Vessels are now in visual range. Unmarked Japanese merchant fleet, designation unknown.

Gordon: (over radio) They're probably re-supplying the enemy on Okinawa.

Hawk: Legitimate targets?

Gordon: (over radio) Affirmative. They're part of the enemy war machine. Permission to engage. Over and out.

Warthog: Roger that. Laughlin, Locke! Get to your stations! Start picking targets!

Locke: Roger.

(Locke moves from the right turret to the bow turret in the front of the plane and mans the gun. Visible are three merchant boats and various PT boats.)

Red Heavy: Open fire!!! Keep it up!!

Locke: Okay.

(Locke damages merchant ship)

Blue Spy:WHOOAAHH!!! You see that shit blow?!!!

Locke: (sarcastically) Sure I did!

(After Mantaray passes the first merchant boat.)

Jetfire: Get on the rear gun! Taking MG fire on your six!!!

Locke: Understood.

(Locke moves from the bow turret to the ventral turret at the back of the ship. He opens the hatch, places the gun in the turret and mans the gun. Then he damages the second merchant ship.)

Landry: Good job, Locke!

Locke: Thanks.

Blue Spy: Booom!!! Damn right they're resupplying the enemy! Decks are loaded with ammunition!

(After passing the second merchant boat, Harrington can be seen flying by.)

Air Raid: (over radio) HEY!... Watch your fire there!

(Mantaray comes across the third merchant boat.)

Silverbolt: We got infantry on deck...

Red Heavy: Take 'em out.

Locke: Right away!

(Then Locke does so, causing big damage to the third merchant boat.)

Hawk: PT boat sunk. Nice shooting!

Locke: Thanks, Hawk.

(Mantaray passes the third merchant ship.)

Warthog: We're going in for another run.

Harrington: (over radio) Echo that.

(Mantaray makes a turn to the right.)

Blue Spy: Shit!!! Anyone see flak guns on that first pass?!!!

Red Heavy: Taking evasive action!... Everyone, hold on!

(A small, abrupt explosion knocks Locke off of the gun and on the floor. Locke's vision is blurry and his head shakes around.)

Booth: Damn that was close! Locke?!!! Shit! Tell me we've not lost our gunner!

Locke: Ugh…

Landry: He's okay…

(Locke's vision returns to him. He gets up and moves from the ventral turret to the right turret, shooting at various PT boats.)

Air Raid: What the fuck are merchant ships doing with that much firepower?!

Jeftire: That must be some pretty important cargo they're carrying.

Blue Spy: We need to get below the flak! I can't line up a decent shot!

Booth: I hear you... We got MG fire all around. Take out those fucking PT Boats! They're our biggest threat right now!

Silverbolt: (over radio) This is getting too risky! Should we abort?

Booth: Negative. We can do this.

(Then some smokes are seen)

Hawk: We've got a hull breach right above me!

(Smokes start to fire out)

Laughlin: Engine number one is smoking! We got smoke coming from our number two engine!

Air Raid: Takin' her down low! Locke, Laughlin, keep on them... Shoot out those damn spotlights! You put a lotta holes in that PT Boat.

Laughlin: Much more of this and we'll lose that engine! That's a hit!

Locke: Shit.

(Mantaray begins flying right beside the row of merchant ships. After the first ship is passed.)

Silverbolt: Japanese PT boats! 9 o'clock! Get on the left turret!

Locke: Okay, okay.

(Locke moves from the right turret to the left turret. When Mantaray reaches the middle of the second merchant ship.)

Blue Spy: You got it! Come here, ya little shit!

Locke: Hey, come on. I'm trying my best!

(Mantaray passes the second merchant ship and moves from the left turret to the right turret. When Mantaray reaches the middle of the third merchant ship.)

Hawk: Pick your targets, Locke!

Locke: I'm trying!

(Mantaray passes the third merchant ship.)

Red Heavy: Shit. I think we disabled them, but they're still afloat.

Warthog: I'll take us as close as we can... But we need to wrap this up! This is our last pass.

(Locke moves from the left turret to the bow turret and sinks the three merchant ships. After passing the merchant ships, Locke moves from the bow turret to the left turret.)

Harrington: (over radio) I think we got 'em all.

Red Heavy: Oh, yeah... They're going down.

Locke: I hope so.

Booth: Good work, Locke. You've saved a lot of lives on Okinawa. We're done here... Get some altitude. Headin' back to base.

Harrington: (over radio) Echo that. We got pretty roughed up on that last run, Booth.

Hawk: Confirmed, Hammerhead... You got smoke comin' from your number two engine.

Harrington: (over radio) Gauges ain't hitting red... We should be able to hold her... As long as we don't run into any more trouble with the enemy.

Air Raid: Oh hell... Captain... Distress call coming in... The fleet was hit en route to Okinawa.

(Locke makes his way from the left turret to the bow turret, but looks at Landry to see what he is saying. Landry is turning knobs on some radios and is listening to them on a headset.)

Landry: Air support's too far out... At least one Infantry transport ship has already gone down.

Booth: Okay... Locke, seal the ventral hatch. We'll be putting down on the ocean... Let's go get our men.

Locke: All right.

(Locke moves to the ventral turret and then he removes the gun from the turret and closes the hatch. He then moves to the bow turret and mans the gun. Decepticons then begin to fly by and assault the black cats.)

Harrington: SHIT! You hear that?

Booth: Zeroes! Right below us! Shit! Take down as many of those damn planes as you can! Get firing, Locke! Radio the fleet! Tell them Tojo's headed right at them! We've got enemy fleets! Coming in fast!

Locke: Roger.

(The Aerialbots, Mantaray and Hammerhead go into battle, and then the music "Call of Duty: WoW-Black Cats Soundtrack (remix: less pauses, more sound).mp4" begins to play.)

Hawk: 11 o'clock! Low!

Warthog: 9 o'clock!

Red Heavy: 3 o'clock!

Blue Spy: '10 o'clock! High!

Air Raid: 12 o'clock!

Silverbolt: 6 o'clock!

Warthog: DAMN IT... We lost Hammerhead! We're on our own... Okay, people... the fleet still needs our help... Anyone want to back out? Didn't think so... We're going into a hot zone. I want everyone sharp and ready for anything. Bastards wiped out most of our ships.

Hawk: Holy shit... Do you think anyone's gonna be alive down there?

Red Heavy: Well, I-I see multiple casualties in the water.

Blue Spy: Shit... Poor bastards...

Landry: We better not be the only ones responding to this distress call. We ain't got room for all of them.

Jetfire: We'll do what we can... Taking us down.

(Mantaray and the Aerialbots drop to the water, and begin floating towards the destroyed American fleet.)

Silverbolt: Egg Bois! 2 o'clock! High!

(The Egg Bois crash themselves into the American ships.)

Booth: INCOMING! RIGHT SIDE!

Locke: Damn it!

(Locke moves from the bow turret to the right turret.)

Hawk: Sink those damn PT boats before they rip our men to shreds!

Locke: Okay, okay.

(U.S. Marines from the destroyed fleet can be seen swimming towards Mantaray. They can be heard pleading for help.)

Locke: Over here!

(He saves the U. S. Marines, but some CIS Droid DropShips are seen)

Warthog: CIS Droid DropShips!

Red Heavy: 3 o'clock! High!

Blue Spy: Shit... Mercenary Robots! 5 o'clock!

Jetfire: This is Jeftire... The fleet is down. Repeat, the fleet is down! We have multiple casualties in the water! Taking heavy fire from enemy aircraft. Requesting immediate support!

Hawk: Jetfire! Any word on that air support?

Jeftire: I'm getting nothing on the radio.

Warthog: Keep trying... We better pray that they show up! INCOMING! LEFT SIDE! That was close!

Locke: Indeed.

(Locke moves from the right turret to the left turret. Bakugou smashes into the water next to the ship, but the N. E. S. T. Soldiers are saved.)

Red Heavy: 9 o'clock! Take out those fucking PT Boats!

Locke: I'm trying.

Blue Spy: Where the hell's that support?

Hawk: There's no response!

Blue Spy: Shit! We gotta go!

Warthog: Not yet, Laughlin. We can't abandon our men!

Blue Spy: Sons of bitches! 9 o'clock! 7 o'clock! 10 o'clock!

Hawk: INCOMING! LEFT SIDE! Take out those fucking PT Boats!

(Mantaray shakes violently.)

Warthog: DAMN! We're hit! Laughlin! Make sure we're not taking water!

Blue Spy: I'm on it!

Hawk: Locke! Take his place on the dual 30.

Locke: Okay.

Blue Spy: Port side's pretty torn up, but we're holding!

(Locke moves from the left turret to the bow turret.)

Hawk: A. A. H. W!

Red Heavy: They're all around!

Warthog: Keep 'em off what's left of the fleet! Locke! You need to take out some of those villains before I can take us up! Stay on that trigger. It's all on you…

Locke: Roger.

(Zeroes begin to fly by.)

Hawk: 1 o'clock!

Blue Spy: Shit! Ammo's running low! Right 50 Cal.'s almost out!

Red Heavy: That ain't good!

Blue Spy: Shit... Our right wing's torn up! 1 o'clock!

Warthog: 1 o'clock!

Blue Spy: Dammit! I'm out! Right turret's out of ammo! Left 50's almost out!

(Some time passes.)

Blue Spy: We got fire in the engine! Shit! We're out! Left turret's out of ammo! Booth, we gotta get out of here!

Booth: There's too many of them! Let's hope there's enough left on the front! Locke! Make those shots count! 12 o'clock! We got CIS Droid DropShips too! Coming in fast!

Locke: I guess this is the end.

Bakugou: This is the end of you, losers!

(Three Zeroes fly towards Mantaray. Locke's turret runs out of ammo, and the CIS Droid DropShips also close in for the kill on Mantaray, but in slow motion, they explode and fall into the ocean. A lot of Republic gunships and ARC-170 Starfighters pass over Mantaray, having shot the enemy planes down in an ambush with their own weapons.)

Howzer: Glad we came here just in time to save you guys.

(Music ends)

Jetfire: Heavy, prep for takeoff! Spy, patch us up as best you can. Okay... Taking her up...

(Mantaray begins moving and eventually begins flying.)

Hawk: How did we do?

Warthog: Bunks are full. Thanks to Locke, we saved everyone.

Locke: You're welcome.

Hawk: Okay... Taking us home.

Blue Spy: Halle-fucking-lujah...

(Mantaray flies off, with the Republic gunships and ARC-170 Starfighters flying around the surviving ships of the destroyed American fleet and shooting down any remaining enemy planes as they attempt to retreat from the more powerful gunships.)