Leiutenant Emily Severide sat in her quarters on Aircraft carrier 1041a, reading through the limited news on her laptop. Her skeleton crew of men were dotted throughout the ship, going about their daily buissness.
They had been stationed in the centre of the Pacific Ocean for the better part of a month now, separated from the rest of the crew, who had remained in what was left of London.
Her commanding officer and close friend, Commander Phillip Redman, was back at the base, awaiting the order from the top to fly out and join the crew on the aircraft carrier.
"Leiutenant Severide, this is Commander Redman, what's your status?" the radio on her shoulder crackled to life, causing her to smile.
"Nothing to report, sir," she responded, scrolling down the crytic news report about another bombing, this time in Miami.
The news had been cryptic, if there at all, since the collapse of the worldwide economy and governments.
"We've been tracking your movements, you have drifted off course for- You just fropped off out satellite systems. I got a guy contacting Greenwich, it's probably just another solar flare," Redman reported, the radio spitting static for a few seconds. "Okay, we got you back. Oh god. Severide you got approximately three doxen bogies entering your airspace, please confirm."
"Please await confirmation," Emily stood up, heading over to the bridge for confimation.
"Currently checking reports," Redman told her as she rounded the corner onto the bridge.
"10-40, sir," she responded. "Alright Jarek, I'm being told we have company imbound."
"Nothing on the radar, Em," Sergeant Jarek Pogozelec, the navigator, told her, looking up at her over his shoulder.
"Double check," she told him, a hand on the back of his chair. She turned around as the ships captain, Captain Micheal Johnson, walked in and took his usual seat at the helm. "Where were you, Johnson?"
"I had to pee."
"I'm picking something up on the sonar," Cameron Mills piped up, having just walked in with coffee and taking his seat at the monitering station. Every crew member was now sitting, or standing, in the bridge area.
"What is it?" Emily asked, moving to where she could see the blue dots moving closer to the center of the radar screen.
"looks like six or seven aircraft headed right for us," Mills reported, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to get a visual.
"Commander we have incoming aerial units, do you have a specific order for us?" the radio crackled before beeping twice. "Dammit we lost connection. Commander can you hear me?"
"Alright men, it appears we are on our own from here on in, gear up and lets get ready for a tussle."
No sooner had they geared up, grabbed tac-knives and guns, and headed out towards the bridge again, did they hear the tell-tale sounds of heavy boots on the metal floor above. Emily used hand motions to tell her men to split into pairs, maintaining radio silence. Emily climbed the ladders to floor above, Jarek on her tail while the other two headed up the staircase.
Micheal and Cameron had barely gotten halfway up the stairs before a man dressed all in black and had several holsters came flying down between the railings. If he wasn't dead when he began the fall, he was by the time he finished it. He had fallen silently, the other intruders still unaware of the incoming attack.
As Emily and Jarek reached the top of the ladders, they dropped down to a crouch, spotting two men in full tactical gear up ahead, facing away from them.
Jarek spotted almost immediatly that they were speaking russian in their hushed voices, not moving from what appeared to be guard duty. He looked at them a little closer, noticing the red button on their eppaulettes.
Coalition? Jarek mouthed to Emily and she nodded almost imperceptibly.
The crew were part of the rebellion, the people fighting to maintain as much as they could of Earth that was. The Coalition were the people intent on taking over and governing what was left.
Another man, clearly a leader, walked over and said something in Russian, causing the two men to turn around, one headed to the stairs the other towards the sleeping quarters.
Emily moved her hands, showing she would take the one on the stairs. Jarek nodded and moved after the other one.
Emily was silent as she stalked after the man, grabbing him from behind and snapping his neck before he even had a chance to cry out. She hoisted him up and threw him over the railing into the stairwell without a second thought. As she dropped back to a crouch she heard the unmistakeable sound of a body hitting the floor.
Jarek crouched and crept back towards where Emily was smiling to herself as Mills and Johnson arrived at the top of the stairs.
"Where'd your guy go?" Jarek whispered.
"Oh you mean the guy who came sailing past our faces a minute back?" Mills whispered forcefully.
"You threw a guy down the stair well?" Jarek scoffed. "My God."