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#Post#: 3470--------------------------------------------------
Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: Caos Date: July 6, 2015, 8:21 pm
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((Unless the flares are giant strips of metal that reflect
radar, no. It's a radar guided missile, not heat seeking.))
#Post#: 3475--------------------------------------------------
Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: SomemuttupNorth Date: July 6, 2015, 8:33 pm
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Back in Enduranca, the military heads waited with the President.
Finally, a Navy aide walked in, face grim. The Admiral sitting
read it.
"... The Lycan confirms. It's found the wreckage from the P-3.
There were no survivors."
The President sighed, rubbing his nose. "Send our fleet back.
All of them. We're not prepared to take on something this
scale."
"Sir, " the Admiral said. "We can leave our subs in the area, to
keep searching for the fleet."
"Fine, " muttered North. "But they are not to engage. Silent
running, and turn around as soon as they make contact."
"And tell the Emperor of DEN that he owes us big time for
halving our naval reconnaissance."
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Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: Caos Date: July 6, 2015, 9:59 pm
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DEN
Central Command
1st SS Division
CINCALL
Maximus had his fingers right on the bridge of his nose, and was
letting out a long sigh. He looked down and shook his head. How
on earth could this happen. Their closest ally by distance was
loosing equipment left and right, and all because they strayed
too close. The 7th fleet, he thought, could probably wipe out
the entire Endurancan military at this rate. What made things
worse was now the Endurancan fleet was pulling back to
reconsider and regroup after the recent attacks. This made it
all the worse.
"Tovarishch Emperor, sir, we can still get him. We just need to
get as many people in on this as possible." Sea Marshal Dustin
remarked. Maximus looked back up, let out a sigh, and downed a
cup of coffee, asking a steward for more.
"Aye, Tovarishch. But at what cost? Already our closest ally has
lost two expensive items. They've just given us a bill,
practically, for halving their aerial recon fleet! Comrades,
we've got to step up our game." Maximus said, and brought the
map up again. "We're already starting to work on a plan to get
as many people as possible into Fort Paradise. What I suggest is
we get the fort in Enduranca completed as fast as possible, and
slate for the delivery of... lets say... ten G-47ASW to
Enduranca, no? That should boost their aerial recon fleet
considerably."
"Aye, Tovarishch Emperor. But we still need Gondor in this. They
can help provide a lot of items." Lutz replied, and Maximus
nodded.
"I was just getting to that. In the meantime... lets work on
intercepting the submarines. Rhye obviously must have put his
surface fleet out as a big distraction... and we know he's
heading to Sparta. We cannot let him launch those missiles,
Comrades. Under no circumstances. UBB-BI708 is our number one
priority! UMB-Tm709 is second! Understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good. Lutz, give him those aircraft. And give him them now.
Dustin, spread the 3rd fleet out. Make a wall, and give some
forces to help Enduranca. Lutz, get those goddamned ASW aircraft
to Fort Paradise STAT!" He ordered, and shook his head. This was
going to be fun. Real fun.
*****
Twenty G-47s, four siege class ASW aircraft, ten B-90 bombers,
and twenty B-60 bombers with an escort of forty F-209 Packers
took off from Krepest, DEN, in the early morning. Pretty
quickly, the reinforcements for the Endurancans split off,
leaving ten G-47ASWs and the rest of the group for Fort
Paradise. They hugged the shore, watching the skies and seas for
any targets, and upon finding none, proceeded to their
destinations.
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Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: SomemuttupNorth Date: July 6, 2015, 10:45 pm
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Enduranca Federation
Lewis and Clark Joint Station
President North blinked in the sunlight as he stepped up to the
ten new bombers, idling on the tarmac.
"... Your Emperor knows I was sort of joking, right?" he shouted
to the aircrew over the din of the engines.
As he went up to examine the new bombers, two sleek aircraft
tore into the sky behind him. A flight of two Chimera fighters,
armed with some light bombs, hoping to find and light up this
troublesome fleet.
As they flew over the coast, they made out something in the
water below; a periscope, tearing through the water, leaving a
thin white line behind it.
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Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: Caos Date: July 6, 2015, 11:29 pm
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DEN
Lewis and Clark Join Station
The pilot began turning off his aircraft's large engines, and
powering down the entire thing after the taxi. These were the
G-47 ASW, an ASW variant of the G-47 Gunship, already a massive
ship. Behind him were ten B-60s, and nearby was ten fighter
aircraft, all arranged nicely. When the plane began powering
down slightly, the pilot got out of his seat, and walked down.
"Yes sir, he did. But this wasn't just because of what you said,
sir! We're in the middle of a massive crisis that needs to be
solved right now!"
The pilot looked up, intrigued at the sight of the two fighters
streaking through the air, and covered his eyes from the sun.
"Sir, where are they going?"
Diamond Dogs
Somewhere in the Pacific
7th Submarine Fleet
UAB-T701
"Down periscope." The Captain ordered, pushing the periscope
back up and looking around the control room. The men around him
were carefully keeping the submarine in it's position in a very
good manner. Hopefully, no one would've detected hem. They had
the radar array, ESM mast, and other items up to monitor the air
above them, just in case. "Continue course. Lets get going."
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Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: SomemuttupNorth Date: July 6, 2015, 11:57 pm
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"They're trying their luck at recon," the President said
nonchalantly. "They're faster than an Orion, and have stealth
technology... I'm just hoping they spot this bastard. Get some
intel on him, or his whereabouts. Of course I want to help DEN,
but this ****'s made this personal."
***
Pacific Ocean
Enduranca Federal Navy
SSN-80 ENS Skinwalker
"Stow periscope", the CO announced, as the boat continued to
speed westward. The newest vessel in the Navy was fresh out of
the docks, and was giving her engines and reactor all they had
to catch the rogue fleet.
"Hell of a shakedown cruise," his first officer said, grinning
lightly as she tucked some hair behind her cap.
"Indeed," he nods. "Who knows? We could get a baptism by fire
too. How long till we reach Lycan's last known position?"
"10 hours, sir," a helmsman responds.
"Excellent."
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Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: Caos Date: July 7, 2015, 12:06 am
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"They better not get too close if they know what's good for
them." The squadron leader remarked, and then started walking
around. "Come, sir. I'll show you around."
Diamond Dogs
Pacific Ocean
7th Submarine Fleet
UAB-T701
"Bridge, Sonar." The speaker said, and the captain looked up,
listening.
"Sonar, bridge. Go ahead." The reply came, as the Captain
waited.
"We've got a possible sonar contact bearing two-seven-zero, at
30 knots, sir. Massive reactor noise." Sonar replied, and the
Captain stopped, waiting. Their own ship was travelling rather
slowly, just under twenty knots, and could remain that way
silently easily. "Sounds like pumps... and sounds like screws...
Sir, we have a positive contact."
"Roger that. Continue monitoring. Pilot, right full rudder, take
us down to 200 feet. Come in right behind their baffles." He
ordered, and the pilot repeated the order of right full rudder.
The U-Boat suddenly began to silently turn in the water, it's
Ballast tanks beginning to fill and the diving planes angled
down, the ship beginning to move deeper under water. The Captain
smiled. They had a contact.
#Post#: 3569--------------------------------------------------
Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: Sparta Date: July 7, 2015, 8:28 am
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OOC: Bump for Caos
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Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: SomemuttupNorth Date: July 7, 2015, 4:39 pm
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Somewhere over the Pacific
Enduranca Federal Air Force
1st Fighter Wing
SF-37 Chimera, "Taurus 1"
Nothing.
They'd been at this for over an hour, and there wasn't a sign of
the fleets. The commander shook his head and sighed.
"All right, Taurus flight returning back, status is 10 minutes
to bingo. Sorry, we've got nothing."
--
Pacific Ocean
Enduranca Federal Navy
SSN-80 ENS Skinwalker
"Sonar to bridge," the sonar-man hesitantly called.
"Go ahead," the captain replied.
"Sir, requesting a drop of speed- the reactor's giving us a lot
of feedback."
"Understood. Helm, reduce speed to 20 knots... and while you're
at it, change heading to two-zero-zero."
"Sir?" the helmsman asked.
"This fleet's heading south. We might miss them by going due
west. Maybe at an angle we can counter that."
"Aye sir, changing head to 200. Maintain current depth?"
"Sir," the XO said. "Let's dive a little. If we're at periscope,
we could be seen from any sub-hunters."
"Alright. Bring us down, new depth 150 meters."
The big sub slowed and began to descend a little, unaware of the
tailing hunter.
But the waters were busy...
Pacific Ocean
Enduranca Federal Navy
SS-23 ENS Wendigo
"Contact, sir," whispered the sonarman. "Turning to 2-0-0.
Propellers... reactor noise... it's ours, sir."
The captain nodded. "Alright. Mantain silent running, but get
the gertrude ready to-"
"Uh... sir?" the crewman said again. "I'm... hearing pumps."
"Ours?"
"No, sir, it's different. No engines, but... no, little props...
it's ballast tanks, I think. Could be another contact."
The Captain frowned. He had heard the Lycan's commander talk
about a possible contact way back when...
"Keep on it. Ahead slow."
#Post#: 3685--------------------------------------------------
Re: Distress on the High Seas
By: Caos Date: July 8, 2015, 1:18 am
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Diamond Dogs
Pacific Ocean
7th Submarine Fleet
DDS UAB-T701
The Tetrarch submarine had come in right on the baffles of the
enemy sub, and switched to battery power, cutting the noise down
to nearly nothing. They had their reactor offline, but on
standby, and could run for 36 hours on battery. The captain had
ordered the entire crew to be silent. Inside, a tomb would be
louder. Everything that could possibly make noise was silenced:
pits tied down, and doors locked.
The silence was barely broken by a whisper.
"Captain... We've got a lock on the sub." The weapons officer
reported, turning around to look at the captain. "Range, 1000
yards."
"Bridge, Sonar."
"Sonar, Bridge. Go ahead." The captain said, interrupted by the
sonar room.
"We are picking up another contact, coming in from behind. Looks
like a surface ship." The sonar room replied. They were very
close, and could pick up the sounds of conversation. They could
tell you what the man in the last bunk was saying easily. So
finding a ship that was behind them was easy.
"Roger that, Sonar. Torpedo room, reload 1 and 4 with SLAMs.
Flood tube 2... And fire." He ordered. The second tube was
flooded as the first and fourth was reloaded, Sending a homing
torpedo out into the water. The torpedo listened and pinged
intenittantly, and found its target. It instantly began pinging
fast, homing in on its target at 45 knots. "Ready the
noisemakers!"
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