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March 4th, 1939 - The Arrival of the Ruthenian Fleet

The gray dawn cast a cold light over the choppy waters as the Ruthenian fleet sliced through the frigid sea, their ironclad hulls glistening with the spray of saltwater. The horizon was a wall of dark clouds, heavy with the promise of a storm, yet it did nothing to deter the fleet's grim purpose. They had come to send a message, one that would echo in the halls of Valoria's Volkshalle and challenge their sovereignty.

The Ruthenian fleet was an impressive armada, meticulously organized into a formation designed for both intimidation and combat readiness. At its heart were the four battleships, their massive 16-inch guns capable of reducing coastal defenses to rubble from miles away. Each battleship displaced over 40,000 tons, their decks bristling with anti-aircraft guns and secondary batteries.

Ruthenian Fleet Composition:

4 Battleships (flagship: RNS Imperator):

RNS Imperator (flagship)

RNS Tsar Alexander

RNS Peter the Great

RNS Catherine

6 Heavy Cruisers:

Designed for long-range bombardment and anti-ship engagements, each cruiser was armed with 8-inch guns and torpedo launchers.

8 Light Cruisers:

Equipped with rapid-firing 6-inch guns, these ships were positioned to provide anti-aircraft cover and screen the fleet against smaller, fast-moving threats.

12 Destroyers:

These agile ships patrolled the outer perimeter, their torpedo tubes and depth charges ready to engage any submarines or fast attack craft that might attempt to breach the formation.

The fleet moved in a V-shaped formation, with the battleships at the center, flanked by the heavy cruisers on either side. The light cruisers formed a protective layer around the capital ships, while the destroyers spread out in a wide arc at the front and rear, like wolves guarding a pack leader. The RNS Imperator, the fleet's flagship, led the charge, its imposing silhouette a testament to Ruthenia's naval might.

Admiral Sergei Orlov stood on the bridge of the Imperator, the cold wind tugging at his heavy overcoat. He stared through his binoculars at the faint outline of Valoria's coast, now visible on the horizon. The sight sent a thrill through him—not of excitement, but of cold determination. They were close enough now for their presence to be impossible to ignore.

"Distance to Valorian territorial waters?" Orlov asked, his voice cutting through the steady hum of activity around him.

"Five nautical miles, Admiral," responded Captain Nikolai Sokolov, standing at attention beside him. "We are holding position just outside their claimed boundaries."

Orlov nodded, satisfied. "Good. Have the fleet maintain current speed. All ships are to hold position at the edge of their territorial waters. I want them to see us, to feel our presence like a knife at their throat."

A flurry of activity erupted on the bridge as orders were relayed through the radio to the rest of the fleet. The ships adjusted their speed, holding at a steady 10 knots, their engines rumbling with restrained power. The destroyers at the vanguard adjusted their positions, ready to respond to any signs of aggression from Valoria.

***

Julieanne hurried through the grand corridors of Volkshalle, her heart racing as she made her way to Alexander's private office. The tension in the air was almost palpable; news of the Ruthenian fleet's arrival had spread quickly among the high-ranking officials. The guards stationed along the hallways stiffened as she passed, sensing the urgency in her stride.

Reaching the large, heavy doors to the Supreme Leader's office, she paused only briefly to collect herself before knocking. The moment she heard Alexander's voice bidding her enter, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Alexander was standing by the large windows, his back turned to her, gazing out over the sprawling city of Volkstadt. The morning light cast long shadows across the room, but there was a storm brewing outside that mirrored the one simmering in the corridors of power.

"Your Excellency," Julieanne said, bowing slightly as she entered. "I bring urgent news."

Alexander turned, his eyes sharp and focused. "What is it, Julieanne?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying the weight of command.

Julieanne approached his desk, the folder clutched in her hands trembling slightly. "The Ruthenian fleet has arrived near our territorial waters," she reported, her tone steady despite the gravity of the news.

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "How close are they?"

Julieanne opened the folder and quickly scanned the latest report. "Five nautical miles from our border, sir. They've halted just outside the line, holding position. The fleet includes four battleships, six heavy cruisers, eight light cruisers, and twelve destroyers. They are in a V-shaped formation."

A heavy silence hung in the room as Alexander digested this information. His gaze turned icy as he processed the implications. "This is no coincidence," he muttered, mostly to himself. "They're trying to provoke us, to force a reaction."

Julieanne nodded, her eyes on him. "Admiral Orlov is commanding the fleet, Your Excellency. They've sent a message asserting their right to operate in international waters and cautioning us against any interference."

"Of course they have," Alexander replied, his voice laced with disdain. "Ruthenia wants to see if we will back down. They're testing our resolve."

He turned to face her fully, his expression hardening. "Have they made any aggressive moves so far?"

"No, Your Excellency," Julieanne replied. "They're holding their position but are maintaining a combat-ready posture. Our coastal batteries and patrol ships are on high alert, but we've made no moves to escalate."

"Good. Let's not give them an excuse to claim we're the aggressors. But we cannot afford to show any sign of weakness."

He walked to his desk and pressed a button, connecting to the command center. The line crackled for a moment before the voice of Admiral Reinhardt, the commander of Valoria's naval forces, came through.

"Admiral," Alexander began, his tone firm, "we have a Ruthenian fleet just outside our territorial waters. I want the VNS Titan, two heavy cruisers, and four destroyers deployed immediately to establish a defensive line just inside our borders. Do not engage unless they cross the line."

"Acknowledged, Your Excellency," came the Admiral's voice, steady and resolute. "We will be in position within the hour."

Alexander ended the call and turned back to Julieanne. "Draft a formal statement to the Ruthenian government. Make it clear that while we recognize their right to operate in international waters, any breach of our territorial boundaries will be met with a swift and decisive response."

Julieanne nodded, already mentally composing the statement. "Understood, Your Excellency. I will have it drafted and sent through the proper channels within the hour."

"Good," Alexander said, his eyes flicking back to the map of the Valorian coastline pinned on the wall. "Let's see if Tsar Ivan is truly prepared to escalate this. But if he is, we'll show him that Valoria will not be bullied."