The Admiral of the Black Continent Fleet, Henry Sturbridge, stood aboard the deck of his flagship, the TNS Imperius, a massive aircraft carrier that towered over the waters of the Mediterranean, stationed off the coast of Cairo. The sun bore down on the steel of the ship, casting a sharp reflection across the waves. Sturbridge's sharp eyes scanned the horizon, but his mind was elsewhere. The fleet, composed of aircraft carriers, battleships, destroyers, submarines, and frigates, was at rest, but the Admiral knew better than to take this calm for granted.
He had just returned to his quarters when a call came through the intercom, its tone formal, direct.
"Admiral Sturbridge, orders from High Command have arrived. It's marked urgent."
The Admiral's brow furrowed as he stepped toward his desk, picking up the receiver. "Patch it through."