To: Ausitorian Command
From: Admiral Fenrir
Encryption: Maximum/Top Secret
We are moving to assist ASAP. Pillowlandia has requested we reinforce the 2nd Bluewellian Fleet, near Southcreek. I say to do this, we must first dispose of the Phenyzian fleet. We are entering the range of engagement as we type this, and will be engaging momentarily. Let's show these genocidal maniacs the wrath of a Panessian assault.
The Rhinoceran fleet had moved well within 2,000 kilometers of the enemy fleet. All vessels were at full alert, all stations manned. Our radar saw them, which meant they likely saw us. It was now or never. On Fenrir's order, 12 Hellion cruise missiles tore from each Longbow, as well as 6 from each Templar, and 4 from each Sea Lion. These missiles sped across the space separating the Rhinoceran and Phenyzian fleets, locked onto their targets. Meanwhile, the fleet was prepared to defend itself from a counterattack, with activity buzzing across the fleet as everyone tries to scour for potential threats, be it on the surface, below the surface, or in the air. The fight for Southcreek was underway.
To: 2nd Bluewellian fleet
From: Admiral Fenrir, Rhinoceran Imperial Navy
We have been asked by Pillowlandian command to reinforce you. I urge you to fall back and temporarily merge with us, as your small force will be unlikely to survive the exchange that is about to unfold, without further support. Time is of the essence, make your decision quickly.