Prologue
Miami Harbor, Federated State of Florida
Jenkins Approached Commander Wales. “Sir, systems nominal, the Portsmouth is running as smooth as the day she completed sea trials.”
Danny nodded. “MacCannon took good care of her, and it seems the shipyard did as well. I especially like the red paint they added to the turrets, because they didn’t look dangerous enough. I’m glad he put his trust in me.”
He heard the thunderclap and looked down at his chronograph. “Ahh, must be time for Miami’s 1100 thunderstorm.”
It was then the Tesla shot struck the rail, causing his hair to stand up. Sadly, Ensign Jenkins was grasping the rail and this would be his first and only report to his CO.
Prussian Airship SZ8, High Above the Florida Coast
Oberst Ewald Bruning, commanding officer of His Imperial Prussian Majesty’s Luft-Fortress SZ8, removed his brass-framed protective googles as the hum and the brilliant flash from firing the airship’s massive forward Tesla weapon faded. Bringing his scope up to his eye, he was gratified to see that his gunners had succeeded in scoring a hit on the largest of the American warships in the harbor. “A hit!” he proclaimed, as the watch standers in the control gondola let out a short cheer before turning their full attention back to their duties.
Swinging his scope around, Bruning surveyed the scene around and below the SZ8. To port, the lean, lithe shapes of the Speerwurfs that comprised Luft-Escort Squadron 5 were preparing to launch their own attacks. To starboard lay the bulk of the Prussian surface forces committed to this operation, centered around Vizeadmiral Hans Von Koester’s imposing flagship, the heavy battleship SMS Brandenburg.
Koester had always been a very aggressive commander, almost to the point of recklessness. However, he also had a cunning streak and a gift for operational misdirection, which had resulted in the Prussian task force arriving off Florida in apparent total surprise. However, as yet Koester’s surface forces, including the Brandenburg, had not yet joined the fray, though that would soon change as the gap between the coast and the Prussian task force rapidly dwindled. No doubt, the wily Vizeadmiral was prowling the bridge of his flagship like a caged tiger, eager to enter the fray; Brunning had to suppress a smile at that mental image. Continue reading →