Talk:AIF/@comment-13740085-20150322172719

The coast was unfamiliar to the Americans. Indeed for most of them this is the first time they've seen the Home Islands in person.

The American fleet, recently reinforced with several lone detachments that couldn't make the original rendezvous, bringing 1st fleet to over 400 ships, closed the distance to their first target.

"Navigation, that city is Neviston, correct", Guy asked.

"That's my best opinion, sir", the officer replied, "the Office of Intelligence isn't the most knowledgable source for Imperial geography, but I don't think that city could be anything else."

"Good enough."

As the distance closed, thoughts continued to swirl in his head. It's been two days since his fleet was transported, and they hadn't seen so much of a fishing boat since then. Did the coalition still not know they were here? Was their surprise that total? Analysts had projected losses could be as low as 10%.

Guy had scoffed at that, those same analysts said he was also to expect up to 65% casualties is surprise was lost early. Now those conflicting statistics, and the current situation had him thinking. Not exactly guessing, but thinking.

"Sir, we have approximately thirty minutes until we enter Nevistons estimated defensive weapons range", his tactical officer alerted him.

"Very well. Prepare to record a message to the city," Guy stated. An acknowledgement followed, then a nod of readiness.

"This is Admiral Guy of the United States Navy. An armada of over 400 ships is approaching your positions. In several minutes, we will be in firing range for the majority of our weaponry. This is an offer to surrender, to avoid destruction or bloodshed. But should you choose to not accept, by all applicable international laws, I am justified in firing upon military and government facilities with precision weapons. You have thirty minutes to accept."