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March 4th, 1939 - The Tides Turn

The air inside the Volkshalle command center was suffocatingly tense, each officer anxiously awaiting the next report from the front lines. Alexander stood before the vast map of the Valorian coastline, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished wood of the table. The distant rumble of artillery echoed faintly through the telegraph line, signaling that the standoff between the Valorian and Ruthenian fleets had reached a critical juncture.

Julieanne's fingers flew over the telegraph keys, transmitting Alexander's orders to the fleet. She looked up, her usually calm demeanor cracking ever so slightly. "Admiral Reinhardt reports that the RNS Imperator has fired another shot, sir. It landed dangerously close to the Valeria. The Ruthenians are pushing us to the brink."

Alexander's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the news. "They've crossed the line," he said quietly, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. "Orlov is daring us to act. Very well, we'll give him what he wants."

Turning to Julieanne, he gave his orders with cold precision. "Inform Reinhardt that he has my authorization to engage the Ruthenians. Tell him to use whatever means necessary to drive them back. This standoff ends now."

Julieanne nodded, her face pale but resolute as she relayed the Supreme Leader's command. The message was sent, each click of the telegraph key a countdown to the inevitable clash.

Aboard the VNS Titan, Admiral Reinhardt received Alexander's message with a grim nod. His eyes burned with renewed determination. The Supreme Leader's directive was clear: they would no longer stand idly by while the Ruthenians toyed with them.

"Captain Brandt," Reinhardt barked, "prepare to engage the RNS Imperator. Target their main battery and engines. I want that ship crippled before they can fire again."

"Aye, Admiral," Brandt responded, his voice tight with anticipation. The gunnery crews sprang into action, adjusting the elevation and bearing of the Titan's massive guns. The heavy cruisers Valeria and Resolute followed suit, their turrets swiveling to lock onto their targets.

"Admiral," the communications officer called out, "we're receiving new orders from Volkshalle. Supreme Leader Alexander has authorized full engagement."

Reinhardt's lips tightened into a thin line. "Then let's make sure our first strike counts."

The order to fire was given, and the Titan's 16-inch guns roared to life. The deck trembled as a salvo of high-explosive shells shot toward the RNS Imperator, streaking through the air like fiery comets. The heavy cruisers followed suit, launching their own barrage at the Ruthenian fleet's center formation.

Onboard the RNS Imperator, Admiral Orlov watched through his binoculars as the Valorian fleet erupted in a hailstorm of fire. The water around his battleship exploded in towering columns as shells impacted dangerously close.

"Damage report!" Orlov shouted over the blaring alarms.

"Forward turret has been hit, but no breach!" Captain Sokolov reported, clutching the rail as the ship shuddered under the impact. "They're targeting our main battery!"

Orlov's face twisted with fury. "I want every gun we have trained on that Valorian flagship. If they want a fight, we'll give them a war they'll regret."

The Ruthenian fleet responded in kind. The Imperator's massive guns roared, sending a barrage of shells toward the VNS Titan. At the same time, the heavy cruisers RNS Tsar Alexander and RNS Peter the Great opened up with their 8-inch guns, their shells whistling through the air like deadly harbingers.

The sea between the two fleets became a cauldron of fire and smoke, each side unleashing everything they had. Explosions lit up the darkening sky as shells found their marks, sending shards of metal and plumes of water skyward.

In Volkshalle, Alexander stood silently, listening to the cacophony of reports flooding in from the front. Julieanne's fingers continued their relentless dance over the telegraph keys, transmitting orders and receiving updates in rapid succession.

"They've engaged fully, Your Excellency," she reported, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding hundreds of miles away. "Reinhardt is focusing fire on the Imperator, but the Ruthenians are retaliating fiercely. Both sides are taking damage."

Alexander's eyes were cold, his mind calculating. "Tell Reinhardt to deploy the torpedo bombers," he ordered. "We cannot afford to let the Ruthenians gain the upper hand. Their battleships are powerful, but they're vulnerable to aerial strikes."

Julieanne nodded, transmitting the order with urgency.

Aboard the VNS Titan, the deck was a flurry of activity as torpedo bombers were prepared for launch. The pilots, hastily briefed, climbed into their cockpits with grim determination. The roar of engines filled the air as the aircraft taxied down the flight deck and took off, their wings slicing through the stormy sky.

"Admiral Reinhardt, torpedo bombers are en route," reported Captain Brandt, his voice raised above the din of the ongoing battle.

"Good," Reinhardt replied, watching as the first wave of planes disappeared into the horizon. "Once they make their run, we'll press the advantage."

The Ruthenians, however, were not caught off guard. Anti-aircraft guns on the Imperator and her escorts sprang to life, filling the sky with flak. The Valorian bombers weaved and dodged, several of them breaking through the defensive screen and releasing their deadly payloads.

Explosions erupted along the side of the RNS Catherine, one of the Ruthenian battleships, as torpedoes found their mark. The ship lurched violently, smoke pouring from its starboard side.

"Direct hit on the Catherine!" came the jubilant report over the radio. "She's taking on water!"

Admiral Reinhardt allowed himself a rare, tight-lipped smile. "Press the attack. We have them on the ropes."

Meanwhile, on the RNS Imperator, the situation was growing dire. The combined assault from the Valorian fleet and the torpedo bombers had left several of Orlov's ships in disarray.

"Admiral, we've lost two destroyers and the Catherine is heavily damaged!" Captain Sokolov shouted, his face pale. "We need to regroup!"

Orlov's eyes blazed with defiance. "No! We will not retreat. Signal the Tsar Alexander and Peter the Great to push forward. I want their flagship sunk!"

The Ruthenian heavy cruisers surged ahead, their guns spitting fire as they bore down on the VNS Titan. Reinhardt, however, was ready.

"All ships, focus fire on their heavy cruisers," he ordered. "We break their spearhead, and they'll have no choice but to retreat."

The Valorian fleet responded with deadly precision, their guns finding their marks. The RNS Tsar Alexander was hit by multiple shells, its superstructure crumbling under the relentless barrage.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that the scales were tipping in Valoria's favor. The relentless coordination between Reinhardt's fleet and the aerial strikes had left the Ruthenians reeling.

Back in Volkshalle, Alexander listened as the reports came in. "The Ruthenians are faltering," Julieanne reported, her eyes shining with the thrill of impending victory. "Our forces are pushing them back."

Alexander's expression remained coldly triumphant. "Good," he said softly. "Let this be a lesson to Tsar Ivan. Valoria will not be intimidated."

But as the last rays of sunlight faded, the outcome of the battle remained uncertain. The Ruthenians, though bloodied, were not broken. Both sides had taken heavy losses, and the specter of war loomed larger than ever.

"Prepare for the next move," Alexander said.