Somewhere Southwest of the Wayawa Archipelago, Mazarine Ocean
May 13th, 2018
Zuma xo'Hita Etzli leaned out over the railing of the Dava xo'Zuhua, watching the waves as the Tzonaqi frigate cut through the clear blue water of the Mazarine. The young sailor was bored out of his mind; he always was on his patrol rotations. Being crammed aboard a ship with a hundred other men, with virtually nothing to do, for weeks or months on end, was probably Etzli's own personal hell. It wasn't that he hated sailing, it was just that he hated sailing. Of course, he didn't know that until he was already beyond the event horizon, but, well, it was the elusive twenty-fourth Hell.
"You okay over there, xo'Hita?" Somebody called over. Mico, probably. Smug fucker. "Not sick, are ya'?" Mico suppressed a chuckle, earning a snicker from his two companions.
"Bite me, xo'Sikya!" Etzli turned around to face his comrades, who were sitting just a few meters away. "None of you can tell me you're not bored as shit right now."
"What, you want the Istervani to attack Ilaza?" Mico spat. "Count your blessings, xo'Hita. We could be digging people out of rubble back on the islands right now."
"The tsunami wasn't that bad." One of the others, the one on the left exclaimed.
"Nobody even died." The other on the left confirmed. "But they did say the Northerners were increasing patrols around Wayawa..."
"It was a hypothetical, moron! No news is good news, ya know?"
Etzli sighed and leered past Mico at the horizon. The jackass was right. Still, that didn't mean Etzli couldn't be bored. Speaking of boring...
"Why do you think we didn't see the tsunami?" Etzli asked nobody in particular. "I thought it was going to be really cool, like we were gonna have to brace for a bigass wave. Like, you'd think we'd have seen something - what was the earthquake, like magnitude 7?"
"Tsunamis don't...they don't work like that." Lefty stammered, raising an eyebrow. "Do you even know how the fuck waves work, xo'Hita?"
"I am not a clever man." Etzli conceded.
"A credit to His Majesty's Navy." Mico snickered derisively.
"Well, there's a reason they're called harbor-waves." Righty began to explain. "They don't get dangerous until they get into shallow water. See, because the water is so deep out at sea, the energy of the tsunami gets spread out-"
"Hells, I already don't care!" Etzli cried out, spinning back around to look over the railing.
"Ever think you chose the wrong line of work, man?" Lefty asked.
"Yeah, but I got two more years so..." Etzli trailed off.
"I hear that xa'Chuya has a cavy hidden away somewhere." Mico said. "We should go see if we can pet it."
"How'd she sneak a fucking living cavy past xo'Llaksa? Righty asked incredulously.
Etzli started to tune the trio out, peering down at the clear azure water, trying to pick out the larger fish that were getting thrown aside by the frigate's massive hull. He squinted at a particularly large shape. A school of fish? Some enormous shark?
The young sailor didn't have long to ponder this. With a furious blast, the entire frigate rocked violently, sending Etzli careening overboard with a panicked shriek. Mico and company braced themselves against the railing where he once stood, looking around frantically as alarms blared and sailors rushed below deck to their stations.
"Northern fucks!" Mico shouted, seconds before the entire frigate bucked again and his lungs filled with water.
Sozan, Federal District
Fourteen Hours Later
It wasn't long before news of the disappearance of the Dava xo'Zuhua was reverberating throughout the ancient halls of Sazutzonakxel. Whispers passed between ministers and officers alike as they awaited the verdict of the emperor. Word of the frigate’s sudden vanishing was being kept under wraps for now, but the circumstances demanded swift action: the final transmissions of its tracking system had been very suddenly silenced with no prior warning. Current theories ranged from a new Istervani anti-ship missile, to some sort of catastrophic failure of the Dava’s engines, to a collision with some uncharted islet that surfaced with the recent earthquake. Others entertained more unsavory, unorthodox ideas.
However, the Dawn Council feared another conflict over the Wayawa archipelago, long split between Istervan and Tzonaxiqal, was rapidly approaching, and that the potential destruction of the Dava was simply a test of the Tzonaqi response. The waters around the islands were constantly full of both naval and mercantile traffic; the question was not whether or not Istervani ships were in a position to attack, but if the Federation was brazen enough.
The Dava xo’Zuhua would be announced to the public as officially missing, with heavy implications from state sources of Istervani involvement. Not only were search-and-rescue efforts to begin immediately, but Tzonaqi naval presence in Wayawa was to be dramatically increased. The Imperial Confederation refused to be caught off guard, and there was a place in each of the twenty three hells for those who would cross the Red Throne of Sazutzonakxel.