Standing in for Dad

After Red signed off, HL looked to his coms officer and sighed, having made a decision, "Get me the Embassy back on the coms."

Red was right in the middle of a bone crunching climax from her Pet when HL called back. "Red, Captain of the Truman is back on the line."

Red held her finger up for a few seconds as she pushed through her climax, muttering to herself about his timing, "Yes, HL, what can we assist you with? Over." She responded, slightly out of breath and very frazzled as she winked approvingly to her pet and blew her a kiss.

"Red, Hillibrand here again. Thought it might be worth mentioning you have a Russian naval fleet that has vectored towards you. Over."

"Oh? With hostile intentions you think? Over."

"Our intelligence says they are out to sink you, yes."

With that the CIC AI called out, "Man ye battle stations ye swabbies!" and brought the full might of the Embassy online.

HL continued, "The battle group consists of 5 Project 20385 Russian missile frigates (armed with 8 Zircon mach 9 anti-ship/cruise missiles, 64 SAMs, and 8 torpedo tubes each), five Project 667 diesel-electric submarines (with 10 kalibr class anti-ship missiles and 6 torpedo tubes each), four Project 1164 Atlant cruisers (with 16 P-1000 Vulcan anti-ship supersonic cruise missiles, 64 surface to air missiles, and 10 torpedoes each), and two Project 1155 Udaloy-class destroyers (with 8 anti-ship missiles, 64 SAM missiles, and 8 torpedo launchers each) among other more short range arms. Over"

Red whistled, "Okay, so we are facing up to 170 ship killing missiles with varying ranges out to 1,000 kilometers (555 miles) and a shit load of SAMs. Over."

HL replied, "That is about the size of it. You are already in range of their Zircons and P-1000 anti-ship missiles. We can respond if you are fired upon, but with that many missiles it is going to be difficult to ensure your safety if you are focus fired upon, even with our entire fleet engaging. Over"

Red called out into the air of the bridge, "What do you say, CIC, can we handle them?"

CIC answered, "Me only concern Cap'n Red be thar nuclear capable Zircons. Wes kin knock em out o' the sky but if'n one o' them splodes a nuc' things get dicey. Cap'n Red, if'n ya wanna engage thar arses, I sugest a s'prise attack."

HL heard the AI and exclaimed, "RED! Taking on a whole Russian battle group with just your ship is suicide!"

"CIC calculate the chance of an annihilation of the Russian fleet with zero casualties on our end with an initial surprise attack on those Zircons."

"Cap'n Red! Me figures a 99% chance we sink em all, aargh!"

Red chuckled into her coms with HL, "Just sit back and watch what this baby can do, HL. I strongly suggest you gear up for a massive rescue operation as we are going to sink all eleven surface ships and all five subs. Get your underwater assets out of the way. Don't want a friendly fire incident on our hands. Over."

HL whispered to his coms officer to warn off the sub trailing the Russian fleet, "Red! You can't take on the whole Russian battle group! Over!"

0o0

"Captain! We got flash traffic from the Truman!"

Barnacle Bill took the missive and read it. It torqued his jaw. He had spent the better part of two days getting into a strategic position with the Reds and now he was being ordered to immediately disengage and clear the area.

"Helm! Full stop! Quietly lower us to the bottom, XO."

Helm repeated and acted on the order and the XO had the diving officer slowly open the valves and put them on the sea floor.

"Sonar, Con. Listen for those Russian subs. If any of them are close to us, advise so we can disengage."

"Con, Sonar: Eye Eye, Captain. Ears out looking for subs and will advise if one draws close."

0o0

Red laughed, "Get your airborne surveillance up and recording, HL. This will be something the Defense department will want to see. Out."

"CIC why did you not inform me of the fleet?"

"Sorry, Cap'n Red. There's been no chatter 'bout 'em bein' hostile. HL musta had personal intel on em ah missed. 'At suggests a coms system Cheech 'n Chong needs ta infiltrate. Red? Could yah call me by name? I likes tha name Redbeard."

"What's your battle plan, Redbeard."

Red had a short discussion with the CIC AI and they came up with a very good battle plan. Before they went to war with Russia, however, she had one of the bots contact Harry.

0o0

We had just landed at DC and Izzy's private landing strip and were about to get into our limousines when Cheech called an emergency meeting. "Harry, it seems Red has decided to declare war on a Russian fleet off of the west coast of Cuba that has orders to sink the Embassy."

My eyes got big, "What the fuck! What is the situation, Red?"

"Sorry, Harry, we ran into the Truman and HL gave us a heads up about this Russian battle group having orders to sink us. We could outrun them, but eventually we would have to fight them anyway, so the CIC AI and I have come up with a battle plan that has a 99% chance of destroying the entire fleet with no losses on our end using the element of surprise."

I just shook my head, "So much for staying out of trouble, eh?"

Red replied, "I tried! Damn Russians had to fuck it up!"

"Okay, hash out your battle plan for me and the family."

We went over the battle plan and Chong added, "Redbeard has the exact positions of those subs and the choppers can take them out with under slung torpedoes."

"Redbeard?" I asked.

Chong laughed, "The CIC AI has decided his name is Redbeard the pirate. Says he was inspired by Red's name."

I shook my head and Dad just laughed.

Barns spoke up, "Hit the subs first with low insertions of those torpedoes. Assign two to each sub. As advanced as those new helos and torps are they will never see the helicopters coming and the torpedoes will not miss. Then you only have to worry about the surface ships."

Redbeard acknowledged and pulled in the choppers to land while Red reduced speed for open air, top deck operations.

One of the LTs then looked at the boys, "Keep us informed, please."

0o0

The onboard bots were already working with the maintenance personnel to haul ten of the ship's compliment of advanced torpedoes up to the top deck and affix them to the undercarriages of the helicopters. The attack helos got two each and the transport helo got six. This load out maximized both systems and Redbeard was updating their software real time to direct and synchronize their attacks.

When they were launched by the helicopters, their onboard systems would then be on their own, following the battle plan laid out by Redbeard but able to make adjustments on the fly should the plans go awry.

During this time, the Embassy maintained course, giving no signs the Russian fleet could interpret as signals the ship was gearing up for battle. The helicopters launched and vectored to preset locations to release the torpedoes so each submarine would be hit near simultaneously.

The choppers hovered just feet above the waves as they released their futuristic weapons. The torpedoes barely making a sound as they entered the water and made their way towards where the enemy subs would be.

The helicopters released their attachment harnesses into the sea to regain full stealth and slowly rose up to 30,000 feet which gave them the tactical advantage they needed to coordinate their surprise attack.

0o0

Redbeard relayed, "Wez just a waitn fer the torps ta be inta p'sition."

Red and the entire crew held their breaths, along with the rest of the family at the Craigg castle.

0o0

HL slowly set his guided missile frigates in a picket line between his fleet and the Russians. F-35's were being loaded out with air-to-air missiles to assist in knocking down Russian missiles if it became necessary. He was in CIC and irritable as a wet hen. He kept repeating to himself that her suicide was not his fault. But he would be damned if he wouldn't help out once the shooting started. He could always claim he was defending a U.S. Embassy under assault.

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The commander of the Russian fleet was smirking. This fancy Embassy was no match for his fleet. The ship seemed totally unaware of their impending doom. Suddenly, his sonar operator shouted a warning.

"Captain! We have 10 torpedoes in the water in formations of two each. But they are not attacking the surface fleet!"

"Battle Stations! Sonar! Where did they come from? Are there American submarines attacking us?"

"Sir! There were no reports or sounds to indicate any American submarines or the launch of any torpedoes! They have an acoustic signature unlike any we have ever recorded and just seemed to all come to life at once from different vectors! They are traveling at super high speeds and may be tracking our submarines!"

Just then, three different silos of the ship's advanced hypersonic missiles exploded, rocking the ship.

The captain looked out at the Zircon launchers. It took him a few moments to register what had happened and, in the smoke of the exploded missiles, he saw what could only be high powered lasers moving across the launchers. "Launch everything we have at the American ship! NOW!"

As he finished his command, three more Zircons were destroyed, leaving two left. He looked at his other heavy cruisers and saw the same things happening to all five ships. He spun around and yelled at his communication's officer, "Tell the Cruisers to launch all their Zircons before they are all blown up in their launch tubes!" As the coms officer was relaying the commands, the Fleet commander continued, "Have every ship launch all their anti-ship cruise missiles and saturate the air with missiles! focus fire on the Embassy!"

The captain sighed with relief when two of his Zircons were able to launch but the smile he allowed himself was soon replaced when five different underwater explosions, one right after the other, detonated in deep water. He looked at his sonar operator and the look on his face was all he needed to know that all five of his subs were sunk.

"Damn these Americans!" He shouted as his two Zircons rose up into the sky. But as they moved away from the ship, they also exploded, their fuel tanks ruptured by the lasers he had seen before in the smoke hovering over his ship.

"Those lasers have to be airborne! Find the planes! Fire our SAMs and knock them out of the sky!"

The radar operator shouted back, "Captain! We have no such contacts on our scope! They must be advanced fighters with new stealth technology! We cannot see them or lock onto them!"

0o0

Red was on the edge of her seat as all the shit hit the fan. When Redbeard announced all five submarines had been hit and sunk she screamed, "Yes! And the ship-based Zircons?"

"Cap'n Red, the helicopters ave taken out tha firs fifteen whilst still inside their launchers. They jus now disabled the second set o' 15 but 10 are launching. We've achieved complete surprise!"

Red shouted to the helm, "Anise! Flank speed! Make for the center of the Russian fleet! Be prepared for evasive action!"

Anise slammed the throttles full open and held on as the 'Le Délice de Susan literally jumped out of the water as she accelerated into the fray. As she moved the ship's wheel to send them into the mouth of the beast, Anise smiled.

0o0

To say HL was shocked is like saying an electric chair execution causes a bit of a tickle. Not only was his jaw hitting the floor of CIC, everyone on every ship in the fleet who was in their respective combat information centers were whispering variations on the theme, "No fucking way!" as they watched the total annihilation of the Russian fleet.

0o0

Of the initial 80 Vulcan missiles that had been fired, the helicopters were able to knock out 45 of them before they flew out of effective range.

On the bridge of the 'Le Délice de Susan, Red watched as the swarm of missiles came in a long string of focused fire. When the first missiles had come into the range of their much-advanced Sparrow based missiles, Redbeard staggered their 70 launches, assigning two Sparrows to each Vulcan. The first wave was intercepted at 50 miles out. The missiles were having a 75% hit rate, which was unheard of.

There were only 9 Vulcan missiles left after the first wave of Sparrow launches. As soon as it became obvious when a Vulcan missile was missed, Redbeard launched another two missiles at it. After the second wave of Sparrows, there were only three Vulcans left. Redbeard waited for confirmation of a hit or miss before beginning to hit the remaining incoming missiles with the ship's lasers.

Red shouted, "Good job Redbeard!"

"Well thank ye, Cap'n Red! Shall we sink them all?"

"Damn straight we sink them all!"

Redbeard began directing Anise on the helm to best attack the surface ships in the fleet.

The 'Le Délice de Susan, being as big as she was, had difficulty avoiding most of the CIWS rounds before the helicopters and ship-based lasers could take them out, but considering the rounds had no effect, Red wasn't worried.

The helicopters took out the first cruiser's close in defenses as Anise used it for cover by putting it between them and the rest of the fleet while the ship-based lasers cut three lines, one vertically down halfway to the bow, one to the stern, and one amidships, all to the waterline. The lasers cut straight through the ship and soon the flooding and lack of structural support above the waterline had the cruiser breaking up into three parts.

From that point the ship was sinking fast. But 'Le Délice de Susan didn't sit and watch... they maneuvered over to the next ship and cut them to pieces.

0o0

The Russian fleet commander managed to send a flash message to Moscow just before his ship was cut to pieces, "U.S. Embassy ship has handily sunk all five submarines and all surface vessels in the fleet. There was no damage to the Embassy ship."

0o0

HL couldn't believe his eyes. The 'Le Délice de Susan destroyed five submarines and 170 anti-ship missiles and was now charging straight into the center of the Russian fleet. The helicopters, which he could not see... only the effects of their laser batteries, had not been idle after the Vulcan missiles got past them and they were busy taking out the main guns of the Russian ships.

This left the Russian fleet with only their Gatling guns and machine guns to attack the 'Le Délice de Susan... and he knew the Embassy ship was impervious to those projectiles.

Within minutes, mayday calls began flooding the airwaves as the 'Le Délice de Susan danced in between the surface ships of the Russian fleet at speeds approaching 100 knots, hitting them with lasers so powerful they were carving even the larger frigates into pieces like hot knives through soft butter.

Within 20 minutes of the sinking of the subs and the first strike on the surface ships, the entire Russian fleet was sunk and beginning to litter the bottom of the Gulf. HL shook his head in disbelief and announced to his staff, "All ships, move in to secure the survivors."

The officer of the deck replied in a hushed whisper, "Eye, Eye Captain."

HL then ordered, "Send everything to the department of defense by secured satellite communications."

0o0

Cheech and Chong decided a strong response was necessary to ensure this didn't happen again.

0o0

In the war room of Washington DC, Bill, the Vice President, the Joint Chiefs, the Secretary of Defense, the Directors of the FBI, CIA, and Homeland, along with the State Department watched as the 'Le Délice de Susan utterly and completely destroyed an entire Russian fleet by herself while taking on no damage. Nothing even got close to her. Nothing really threatened her.

Those in attendance, excluding the CIA (at Bill's insistence), had developed a top-secret communication's web with the Russians and had delivered the 'Le Délice de Susan to them on a silver platter. Bill was not excited about the plan, but his hands were tied.

When it was all over, Bill said aloud, "Now do you see why we don't want to move against them? To threaten their family is to invite utter ruin upon anyone who dares. Leave them alone unless and until we are attacked... and then pray."

Everyone else was speechless. The Joint Chiefs and Homeland each vocally exclaiming their dismay with the results.

Just then, NORAD called into the War Room. Bill took the call.

"Mr. President! We are getting intel from our satellites that 40 Russian nuclear missiles across Russia have detonated in their silos!"

"Was it the actual warheads or their fuel? We need to know if we should initiate a fallout protocol!"

"Mr. President, we are not seeing the mushroom clouds, EMP blast waves, or radiation associated with warhead detonations at this time. If things change, we will inform you immediately."

"NORAD, go to DEFCON 2! We need to be ready." When Bill hung up the secured phone he repeated, "Now we pray the family doesn't decide we need a lesson as well."

0o0

The Russian president, in deep shock, sat back in his chair at the head of the table with his military advisors, "What just happened!"

No one had answers.

0o0

The family at the castle danced, whooped, and handed out high fives before everyone stripped and began an orgy as they celebrated the smashing victory of the 'Le Délice de Susan over the substantial Russian fleet. This was mirrored on the Embassy right after Redbeard was saluted by the crew and thanked for saving their lives.

Back at the Castle, Barnes pulled Beth to him and just hugged her. As soon as they had heard, Barnes took his woman to their room and they both undressed each other. His cock was sandwiched between them and throbbing as he wrapped her up in his arms, but Barnes and Beth were much more into just enjoying the feel of each other against their skin.

They didn't speak, other than Beth whispering in Barn's ear, "Make love to your Pet, Master. Make her proud to satisfy your deepest desires."

Barnes picked her up and laid her in the center of the king-sized bed. He pulled her knees up and separated them after putting Beth's hands under her head. He then sat facing her, with his knees far apart and his manhood standing at full mast.

Beth looked at her muscular master and his throbbing manhood, licking her lips in anticipation.

Barnes then ran his fingertips, barely touching his woman's skin, all over Beth's body. He began with her face before moving to her ears and neck. He played special attention to the erogenous zones under her ears.

When he got to her breasts, he took both hands and gently placed them around the base of one breast; gently pressing in and sliding his hands up so they cupped her areola. Barnes then gently leaned over and sucked Beth's very sensitive nipple into his mouth, lathering it with his tongue before gently biting the nipple like she enjoyed.

Beth whimpered.

Barnes then licked her nipple again to sooth out the bite and repeated this with her other breast. When he was done, he sat back up and began to gently run his fingertips over her torso from the base of her breasts to the top of her completely bare mons Venus.

Beth's skin reacted to his touch; now feeling like small electrical currents emanating from his fingertips as they caressed her body. Her arousal growing with every touch and slide of his fingertips.

Barnes continued until his woman's breaths became fast and shallow. He then moved his fingers to her inner thighs, softly rubbing his fingertips up and down the very soft skin but not touching her pussy.

Whenever he got close, his lover would raise up her pelvis in invitation. But Barnes had other plans.

Beth felt the complete vulnerability to her lover. How he was playing her body like a well-tuned instrument of lust. She lost herself in the moment and let her body react as it willed.