This Isn't My Tank

Royal Navy of the United Kingdom, flagship of the First Fleet.

Battleship H.M.S. Monarch.

The 40,000-ton steel monster remained steady even amid the rough waves. But despite its overwhelming grandeur, the atmosphere on the bridge was heavy and oppressive.

"…It's over."

Admiral William stared down at the map spread across the table, his expression troubled.

"The Republic's defensive line, which had held for centuries, was breached in just a few days. And they even crossed the Gray Forest?"

"Yes. It was a route no one expected."

Lieutenant Colonel Sterling of the Intelligence Bureau held out a sheet of paper.

"This is the man. Lieutenant Colonel Max Jaeger. The real architect of this operation—and the man leading the charge."

"I've never heard of him. Not Falkenheim, but this upstart?"...