Battleship

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Prologue
June 15, 2016

Mothball fleet, in California

Seaman Ned Ingalls woke up in a yawn. Looking at his clock, he saw another five minutes in his shift.

One of the most boring and desolate places in the Navy was the mothball security. In Suisun Bay, the largest US mothball fleet rested. Creaked ships dating back to the second World War along with simply decommissioned vessels that were deemed in fighting shape were stored here.

Ingalls had been enlisted for four years and done an amazing job serving aboard the USS Chung-Hoon while it was in Pearl Harbor. The vessel was one of the finest, participating in conflicts including Libya and Syria civil wars. His operation of the Tomahawk missiles had earned him a commendation and among the best of the Arleigh Burke destroyers in the fleet.

But something happened, his downfall was as rapid as his ascent. Files of a supposed murder of his younger sister brought him down to a seaman. Although he managed to find her killer, he was still deemed of charges, so he took the next best job avaliable to him. Mothball sentry.

The best ship in the mothball fleet was the USS Iowa. Bearing her famous guns, she was the pride of the fleet in World War II. A symbol of hope to the Americans and cold fear to whomever stood against it. Those guns were among the largest in the world. Almost nothing could withstand such a powerful attack from the 16 inch turrets. BB-61 would one day be put back into service with the Russians and their powerful vessels.

Ingalls met with Steven Bryce, who was heading the recomission.

"We shall get started?" Bryce asked, his naval uniform nicely cleaned and pressed, unlike Ingalls.

"Sure." Both walked out to the Iowa.

"Hold on." Bryce said as they began to approach the battleship. "This is the New Jersey."

"Are you sure?" Ingalls asked, more out of curiosity.

"Yes."

Ingalls was still confused. "Then if this is New Jersey, where's Iowa?"