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As the Armored Falcon ran silently through the ocean, its caterpillar propulsion system(tottaly silent) not making a single sound, the only noise comin from the sub was the quiet hum of the Bladiean national amthem going through the speakers of someones earphones.


Capitan! we have picked somthing up on sonar!

What is it?

looks like a whale, nothing serious....

ok, well lets not make such a commotion over a sea mammal again okay?

yes sir!

now try and get some rest, ill send the night shift to come and fill your position..

Yes Sir!

The sub went back to its quiet coasting and continued on its way.

OOC: I want this to be a Hunt for Red October type RP. nothing serious, whatever happens in this RP stays in this RP.

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The Armored Falcon

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All was quiet aboard the Armored Falcon, almost everyone was asleep, that is, exept for the night crew. the sub had just surfaced, to receive some supplies from a Bladiean ship. but other than that, everything was normal.

The capitan was lulled to sleep quickly by the fammiler rocking motion that had become a normal thing. the mission had been going quite well, quite well that is, for a mission with no purpous.

as the Bladiean ship finnised up, the sub submerged to a depth of about 150 ft.

Captain Sutherland, Captain off the FCN Ranger, a Delta Class Sub, crept through the waters in his silent Nuclear Sub.

As it crept through the waters, it received new orders....

Surface Action Group Aplha Charlie, 2nd Fleet.

The two Barracuda Barracuda Corvette (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=35757&highlight=) are conducting ASW excericses.

"CIC, Captain radar contact designated Sierra Two four. Possible periscope or submarine relay antenna."

"Any Sonar cintact?"

"Negative sir, just some seismic movements and whale noises."

"Ok keep an eye on it."

"Aye, Aye sir."

"Sir, we got 2 UE Corvettes nearby."

"Wathc them. Mind though, they are friendly."

"Captain, The Falcons Nest reports that the last sonar sweep by their planes have picked up several MAD contacts that appear to be subs, we also have some surface ships in the area."
Captain Mark O'Brian looked at the pad the sailor had handed to him. "Thank you Seaman." He turned to his XO, Commander Matthew Richards. "Matt, signal the Wolf Cub and the Grey Wolf to detach from the carrier screen and join us. We're going to get some sonar practice in."
Matt grinned back at him. "Of course Captain, it wouldn't do to let any of them get too close to the carrier."

O'Brian watched through binoculars as the Wolf Cub and the Grey Wolf broke away from the fleet and joined the Werewolf before all three headed off towards the position of the nearest contact.

The Delta Class Sub, operating in IT waters, dives deep and stays still.

The Delta Class Sub, operating in IT waters, dives deep and stays still.

your gonna have a problem soon. 8)
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DIVES DEEP :D

"This is Sutherland. Bring in the P-12 with LASH."

"Roger."

The Armored Falcon was now bustling with movment. there have now become multiple bleeps on sonar, and they where moving in, the captain decided to elude the subsby dving deeper into the sea.

The Adornian Patrol Sub, White Hawk slips through the water, scanning the area. There had been activity here as of late.

"Captain, picking up contacts bearing zero dash zero decimal five six seven. Designating contacts Tango Alpha through Tango Zeta. I've also got some sort of sub, I think. Keeps bleeping off and on."
"Bring us about and contact Central Command. We might need back-up"
"Aye aye, sir."

The sub slipped silently through the water, closing in on it's prey.

Surface Action Group Aplha Charlie, 2nd Fleet.

Barraccuda Corvette, Barak

"XO, This is the CIC, we've picked up another signal bearing 051 designated Sierra Two Five. Definate contact, single screwed submarine, 18,000 yards around 24 knots."

"Roger, I'll alert the Captain put the helo on alert five."

"Aye, Aye sir."

(remember theyl'l be looking for submarines thinking they're part of the exercise.)

"Captain, sonar and MAD reports that there are at least three subs in the area, but sonar's picking up only two."

O'Brian's brow's furrowed in thought. "Have the Falcons Nest get a couple planes dropping sonar bouys on the contact we're not picking up; active and passive."
"Aye Captain."
"XO, order the Wolf Cub and the Grey Wolf to each take one of the contacts, we'll take Mr. Not There ourselves. Authorise them to use active sonar."
"Right away Captain."

***At 1000 meters below the surface***

The Challenger Class SSN, the Victory, is silently prowling through the bottom of the ocean at a speed of 10 knots.

"Captain, we have several contacts at 12OO..."

"What are they?"

"It seems to be a Seawolf II Class SSN, two Barracuda Class Corvettes, and some other vessels..."

"Speed up to 23 knots and get closer... Prepare tubes 1 through 6 with Swordfish Torpedoes and tubes 7 through 10 with Seaskimmer Missiles. I don't know what the hell is going on, but its definitely not good..."

"23 knots aye sir..."

Suddenly the Victory speeds up to a speed of 23 knots and heads to the commotion.

Underneath the tremal layer and travling silently was the MNV Hazna Akula II. The upper teathered sonar sensor was barley above the tramal layer, keeping track of the comotion going on below. They were ordered to keep track of United Elias's wargames. From the sounds they were picking up, it sounded like it was turning real.

The XO went over to the Captain wanting to know what to do. His orders were simple, flood the forward tubes but keep the doors closed. The sounds of the flooding chambers would sound like background noise comming through the termal. He had the ship take up a deffisive postion. The captains phone light came on, he picked it; it was the sonar, they just had a Challenger Class SSN go above them heavy cavatating. Hell was going to break out, and they were in a prime place to watch.

"Captain! Sonar reports new submerged contact detected bearing 273, heavy cavitation. Sonar thinks their tubes may be flooding."
"Sound General Quarters, alert the fleet, arm all torpedeos and depth charges, spin up the ASROC, warm up the anti-torps, reel in the array, prepare the sonar decoys, have the engine room bring any unactivated engines to standby, and get the Prairie-Masker up and running ASAP!"
The old Bells of St. Mary's clanged throughout the ship sending men scrambling from their bunks and whatever else they were doing to race for their battle stations. The slamming of watertight doors echoed up and down the length of the hull. Within a couple minutes the Werewolf was ready for a fight should it come to that.
Captain O'Brian nodded at the smooth efficency that his crew displayed. "Helm, bring us up to full ahead and steer straight for the new contact."
"Aye sir, helm is answering full ahead, altering course to intercept."

Though the sound of the Franklin Class Light Crusier's passage was inaudible more than a few feet from the hull due to the protecting cloud of bubbles produce by the Prairie-Masker, anyone watching would have seen her heel to port as she picked up speed, her bow gradually rising partly out of the water under the impudious of her engines.

OOC: Here's a brief summery of a Franklin class Light crusier.
Franklin class light cruiser- Relatively small, it is fast, and heavily armed for it’s size. The Franklin class light cruiser is well suited for everything from escort duty to sub hunting to shore bombardment. It is also more than capable of taking on larger and more heavily armed warships if the situation should require it.

Weapons-
1) Sixteen 5 in. dual-purpose guns mounted in eight twin turrets (Each gun is capable of over forty rounds a minute for a total of over six-hundred-forty rounds a minute).
2) Eight 20mm Phalanx close range defense gatling cannon (Each is capable of 6,250 rounds a minute).
3) Four 21 in torpedo tubes with anti-sub capability.
4) Two depth charge racks and four depth charge throwers.
5) Twin rack Bloodhound surface-air, surface-surface missile launcher.
6) ASROC four-cell missile launcher (A missile tipped with either a depth charge or a torpedo, perfect for when you need to reach out and touch someone under water).
7) Anti-torpedo torpedoes.
8 ) Eight RAM light surface-to-air missiles (infrared targeting)

Equipment-
1. Active/Passive sonar with optional towed array.
2. Air and surface radar systems (Including advanced gunnery radar).
3. Adjustable radar profile (Can display a radar image to appear on enemy radar as anything from a rowboat to a super tanker).
4. Chaff/flare launchers.
5. Torpedo decoys.
6. Radar and radio jamming systems.
7. Radar detection system (Used to detect enemy radar).
8. Prairie-Masker anti-sonar system (Creates a cloud of bubbles around the ship’s hull, masking the ship from passive sonar detection).
9. Twin rudders for rapid, tight turns.
10. 216,000 hp engines with twin screws that are capable of propelling the ship at well over sixty knots.
11. A double hull, each with 6 in of armor plating.
12. Heavy compartmentalization allows the ship to keep fighting even with heavy damage.
13. UAV (Unmanned Aerial Vehicle) reconnaissance drone.
14. Smoke screen generator.

***Aboard the Victory, 1000 meters below the surface***

"Captain, we have just detected a Franklin class cruiser... Sir, it just disappeared..."

"Damn...they must have their Prairie Masker on... Mr. First, call battlestations... We might have a war on our hands..."

"Aye, sir..." the First Officer replies and begins to speak into a mike and activated a warning klaxon, "Battlestations..."

"Mr. First, what is the nearest friendly vessel?"

"Captain, the nearest vessel is the Virginia II Class SSN, Fearsome. I believe that its running on the surface..."

"Launch a close-beamed transmission beacon... I want them to know that we need their help..."

"Aye, sir..."

***The Ocean above the Victory

Moments later, a transmission buoy floats to the surface, and begins to launch tight-beamed transmissions to the Fearsome

The Federation Scout Vessel FS Dragon was observing the area.

Captain, there seems to be some conflict in these waters, continue observing?

Aye comrade ensign, we will deploy the Chairman's fleet if needed, but I don't think the Federation of Smithania, or the Smithanian Federation need to be involved

Aye captain, I will alert other members of the Federation.

***Aboard the Virginia II Class SSN, the Fearsome***

"Captain, we have an emergency transmission from the Victory. They report a possible hostile action by the enemy. Already a Franklin Class Light Cruiser has used its Prairie Masker..."

"I want this ship to dive to 500 meters and go flank speed..."

"Aye sir... Dive to 500 meters and flank speed..."

The Fearsome dives below the surface and accelerates to 60 knots...

"This is Captain of the FS Dragon, to any ship in The Chairman's fleet assemble at my location, we have hostile action."

The FS Steve Smith-A, the Federation's aircraft carrier flagship comes speeding to the FS Dragon's location

"Captain, this is High Admiral Elli Petersen of the Steve Smith-A, remian neutal unless attacked!"

"Aye Comrade Admiral!"

Before diving, the Fearsome communicates with a comm satellite, alerting the Five Civilized Nations government to the impending conflict.

Alerted, the Five Civilized Nations dispatched three Akula IV Class SSNs to assist. They are the Infinity, Bloodwake, and the Hammerhead. Each of them speeding at 58 knots an hour is proceeding to the conflict zone...

--The King of the Five Civilized Nations

***In the throneroom in the The Blood Elven Capital of Quem'thalas***

"My prince, one of our warships at sea report possibility of war..."

"What is the warship in the area?"

"It is the Sea Naga Class Frigate, Liberation."

"Have it keep an eye on the enemy..."

--From the War Room of The Blood Elves

"Captain, we have contacts lighting up across the board. Surface and submerged."
"Send a radio message in the clear. "Attention all vessels, this is the USGS Werewolf, we are engaging possibly hostile submerged warships. We ask that the area be cleared in case live ordinence must be used." "Then send a coded burst message to the fleet and ask that three ships be detached from the screen to assist in fending off submerged contact. Also that I recommend that the fleet go to full alert."
"Aye Captain."
"Captain, we're in range of the contact."
"Lash em XO."
"Aye Captain, with pleasure." The Werewolf's powerful active sonar came alive and blasted wave after wave of sound through the water.
"We have contact Captain, solid signature."
"OK, keep it up, let's show them it's not a good idea to lurk around the fleet."

In the distance O'Brian could see the other two ships doing the same to their contacts, while others were leaving the screen to prosecute the new contacts that were already being pinned down by planes.

OOC: Just as a note, the Grimdalian fleet consists of two fleet carriers and 26 escorting crusiers.

Smithanian vessels report!

Aircraft Carrier: FS Steve Smith-A, Admiral Elli Petersen
Nuclear Submarine: FS Federation-I, Captain Kevin Townsend
PT Ship: FS Dragon, Captain John Redman

Anyone nearby in the Chairman's fleet please come those these encoded coordinates (-- -- --)

Aboard the Hazna, everyman was doing his best to stay calm. Just 900 ft above them was about to turn into a blood bath. The Captian looked over at this XO, "Reminds me of the last family reunion I went to."

"Hows that sir?"

"Everyone gets together, everyone gets roudy, then the cops are called to break up the fight before someone is killed." He smiled at that.

The XO returned the smile,"Yeah, but this is with-out the beer."

Out of nowhere, klaxions went of off everywhere followed by "Fire in the Galley! Fire in the Galley!" screamed by one of the enlisted. Orders started to yelled every where. "Cut the raised the sonar loose, blow all tanks...crash surface, crash surface. And eject the water out the tubes...." A different set of klaxions rang as people where fighting the fire. The Hazna began its quick rise to the surface, the con putting as much forward power into the dive speeding up to 40 knots. It would take less than a minute for the sub to reach the surface, as long as they didn't hit anyother ships along the way.

"Captain, passive sonar reports an emergency blow by a previously hidden contact bearing 78."
O'Brian turned and watched as the submarine broke the surface like a whale breaching before crashing back down. Even before it settled back completely in the water he saw men come pouring out of the hatches followed by black smoke. "Send a blinker signal, "Do you require assistance?" "Prepare the launch, sonar, keep on that other contact, guns, cover him, but don't fire except by my direct order."
Even as the blinker began flashing towards the new sub sixteen 5in and four 20mm guns turned to cover it. A pair of F-28n Sea Raptors jettisoned their external sonar domes and set up a figure eight pattern above the disabled vessel where they were quickly joined by a pair of F-28 Raptors.

"Matt, just how the hell many countries are operating subs in this patch of water? It must look like the center foldout of Jane's fighting subs down there." O'Brian said to his XO.
"Beats the hell out of me sir, but I'm begining to think we should have gone fishing today since it seems the big ones are biting."

3 More Smithanian subs come into view, the FS Comrade, FS Smith, FS Federation-C

"This is Admiral Petersen of the Federation of Smithania, Aircraft Carrier, Steve Smith-A, Registry C:10765 to all vessels, we will offer anyone medical assitence, copy."

"All Smithanian medical ships please report to this area."

This is the USGS Falcons Nest, our sickbay is standing by to recieve casualties and helicopters are being launched to pick up possible patients.

Surface Action Group Aplha Charlie, 2nd Fleet.

Barraccuda Corvette, Barak

"Sir, all hells breaking out, heyre subs everywhere and their some real ass ordnance going off!"

"No Shit!, I dont want to get invloved in this though... Turn 175, flank speed and sound general quarters."

"Aye, Aye Sir."
Claxons sounded and men ran to their battlestations

"Captain, those two corvettes have just lit off their targeting and fire control radars."
"Initiate jamming, radio them, demand that they cease hostile emissons at once, bring turrets one through four to bear and stand by to fire if they don't comply, ready air defense systems. Request that the Falcons Nest continue A/S operations, but ask that the Eagle's Aviary launch her strike group immediately in case the shooting starts."
The Werewolf had yet to fire in anger this day, but it appeared that might soon change.

The FCN Delta, the aforementioned sub, waits quietly under the waves, while all the activity goes on above.

Quickly, it flashes its acvtive sonar. Many subs, ships and objects turn up.

Including the Armored Falcon.

"Someone else has gone active Captain! We've picked up a new contact from their active sonar about where that ghost reading was."
"Have the newly detached escorts cover that contact, radio, any response from those corvettes or the sub yet?"
"Negative sir."

The FCN Delta began to move forward, slowly, barely making any noise. It slipped through the water, and pinged of one more active sonar, showing up the majority of the Ships in the area.

"WO, load tubes 1 to 4 with Torpedoes, 5 and 6 with Harpoons please."

"Yes sir. Why?"

"Precautions son, Precautions."

Surface Action Group Aplha Charlie, 2nd Fleet.

Barraccuda Corvette, Barak

"Send a message back to the Grimdale fleet,-- Our ships have no hostile intentions towrad Grimdale and our SAG is departing the AO, any hostle action towards neutral ships in international waters such as ours, is illegal and would consititute an act of war against United Elias--. Send it twice to make sure they hear."

"Understood Barak, we will not be shooting at anyone unless they shoot first, but watch where your targeting radar are pointed next time please. Would you like an A/S plane to provide you escort out of the area? Either way, keep your heads down, things are getting ugly down there."

"XO, come to 50 feet, and launch 2 Rocket Decoys upwards. They should rocket out the water. Add to the confusion."

"Yes Sir."


OOC: And to let you guys know, amid all the confusion, Fleet 4 is inbound, with only a skeleton makeup.

--Negative, Grimdale, we can take care of ourselves.---

(BTW who is actually shooting at who and why?)

No ones shooting at anybody.

We are all looking for The Armored Falcon, and while we were looking, it got messy.

"Send out a message both by sonar and radio, to all ships in the area, please annouce your presence and intentions as the probability of someone shooting at this point is high and we wish to avoid such an incident. Also, if anyone has information on the mysterious ghost contact that is approaching our fleet it would be greatly appriciated if you would send it."

OOC: OK guys, here's a chance for everyone to clear up this mess before something screws up this RP.

*2 Rockert Decoys Scream up out of the water, before exploding with a frightening POP!*

The FCN Delta announces it is here to look for the new Armored Falcon, to look at its capabilities and advanced Technology.

We mean no harm.

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Ok

I amnt gonna quote tha, so.

MODALERT

"OH MY GOD, MY EYES, MY EYES, THEY BURN!!!"
OOC: Drastic action will be taken.
"Arm the S(uper) M(ega) I(gnore) T(echnology) E(radication) D(evice)."
"SMITED cannon armed sir!"
"Fire!"

A gigantic hammer appears in the sky over the offending country and smashes it flat, forever removing the annoyance.

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Offense noted for the record. Terra Pandemonium, this is an official warning. A repeat offense will result in deletion.

--The Modified Democratic States of Cogitation
"Think about it for a moment."
NationStates Forum Moderator

"FCN Delta, please provide detail on this Armored Falcon as we may have it located. Is it a threat?

::Friendly bump::

OOC: im back

The captain picked up the secure sat-com and reported to HQ. They had 13 injured crewmen, luckly non serious or life threating. He was ordered to cover up what they were really doing out there and to meet-up with the 2nd Fleet.

The captain got on the general radio to the other ships in the area.
"This is the MNV Hazna, we have had a fire onboard while returning home to Marno. We have everything on board undercontrol and are currently getting ready to set sail once again. We have already radioed our 2nd Fleet and they are on route to meet with us. We thank you for your assisstence."

The captain picked up the secure sat-com and reported to HQ. They had 13 injured crewmen, luckly non serious or life threating. He was ordered to cover up what they were really doing out there and to meet-up with the 2nd Fleet.

The captain got on the general radio to the other ships in the area.
"This is the MNV Hazna, we have had a fire onboard while returning home to Marno. We have everything on board undercontrol and are currently getting ready to set sail once again. We have already radioed our 2nd Fleet and they are on route to meet with us. We thank you for your assisstence."

"Understood Hazna, be careful, we've still got unidentified contacts in the area. Good luck and fair seas."

"OK, Helmsman, get us over that unidentifed contact right now."
"Aye sir."

The Werewolf turned and accelerated towards the cluster of ships that had converged on the unidentifed contact.

"It's about time we get some answers Matt, and I have a feeling they're all inside that unidentified sub." O'Brian said to his XO.

The Armored Falcon was cruising down beneth all of the other known subs, being as quiet as they could possibly be, outside they heard nothing.


*capitan, we have incoming!

**What is it?

*seems to be another sub sir.

**well try and steer clear of it, if it shows any hostilities, blow it out of the sea!

*Yes Sir!!

Captain O'Brian watched as two of the other escorts began to trail their towed passive arrays, another two were using their active sonar to pin down the contact, and the Werewolf and the rest were circling the unknown sub's position, ready to move in and attack should it prove hostile. Overhead F-28n Sea Raptors were dropping sonar bouys and using dunking sonar to track the sub.
"Captain, another sub is approaching the unknown contact."
"Use sonar to warn them that we consider this area to be a free fire zone and that we recommend they stand clear."
"Aye sir."

***Aboard the Victory***

"Sir, the shootings gonna start..."

"Damn..."

"Still no contact from the ghost sub?" Captain O'Brian asked as he leaned over the sonar operator's chiar, the spare headset on his head.
"No sir." The sonar operator replied.
O'Brian turned to his XO. "Have the arming pistols on the current set of depth charges disabled, we've been nice up to now, let's see how they like this kind of message."
The Werewolf turned in towards the contact, where's they normally would have lost contact as they passed over, the sonar from the other ships prevented it, giving the Captain exacting data on his target.
"Fire depthcharges!" As he spoke throwers launched charges several meters to either side of the ship while others rolled off the back of the ship.
After a moment the sonar operator spoke up. "Direct hits Captain, at least two bounced right off his hull."
O'Brian smiled, he knew that the Captain of the sub down there must be very grateful that those charges weren't armed, not to mention very pissed. And though this time no heaving mounds of water had erupted, that would soon change if no response was forthcoming.

OOC: Where is the Armed Falcon? And who is on what side?

***Aboard the Victory***

"Sir we've spotted a Freedom Country Delta Class SSN..."

"Get, me into communication with it, Mr. First..."

"Aye, sir... Transmission on..."

The Captain walks over to the comm unit and begins speaking.

"I am Captain Azar Mutell, aboard the Five Civilized Nations SSN, Victory, to the Freedom Country SSN... Do you copy..."

***Aboard the Fearsome***

"Captain, we are nearing the location..."

"Good, bring the speed down to 10 knots..."

"Aye, sir... 10 knots it is..."

The Captain sits down, eager to learn the situation...

"Captain, we have unidentified submerged and surface contacts..."

"Identify them!!!"

The Hazna kept to the surface on her start to limp to Marnos 2nd Fleet. The Captain up on the tower used his binocs to look out over all the surface ships. A small group of wakes caught his eyes, he followed the wakes to the ships creating them. Thier were six trimar hulled ships, four of them had windows. The only armerment he could see on them was the 30mm cannons mounted on top. On the roofs, he could make out what looked like pop-up missle launchers and on the sides was the flag of Marno.

He looked down at his surface radar and didn't get anytype of reading on them. On the side of the lead ship was the name Blackjack, she came along side of the Hazna and opened one of her crew hatches. Captain Waller stuck his head out and yelled up at Captain Otto, "Were here to escort you to the second fleet. We have two more ships that will be joining us in a few minutes. The Triton Support Vessles can take of themselfs while we take-up support postions." From inside the Blackjack a crewman spoke up, "SIR!! The AIs onboard the Myst and Riven says that they are still picking up lots of contacts. They are taking up anti-sub warfare postions." The two Captains shook their heads and Captain Waller ducked back inside, closeing the hatch behind him. To him, having six Blue Knight PT Boats to protect a sub was overkill.

Sorry, went to bump one of mine and clicked on this one by mistake.

OOC: "Hello, anyone out there?"

This RP is dying....

:cry:

The FC sub, knowing everyone knows where it is, lights up the area with active sonar.

***Aboard the Victory***

"Captain, the Delta Class SSN has gone active!"

"Damn... Sonar go active and give me firing solutions..."

"Aye sir," the sonar officer responds.

"Firing Sloutions found captain."

"Good, good. Now, go deep and quite, make them think weve evaporated."

"Roger sir."

***Aboard the Victory***

"Captain, the Delta has gone quiet..."

"What in damnation is that captain thinking... Rise to 100 meters... All stop..."

"100 meters, all stop aye sir..."

The Super Carriers Draco and Draca are sailing home IN THE DRACO capain Ruger was geting ready for bed when an alarm came out the sonar man said "Captain we have 2 subs on sonar one is stop the other is deep" "Contact the Draca warn her keep the anti sub chopers on standby" the captain yelled hope this does not turn ugly he thought to himself

***Aboard the Victory***

"Captain, we have two unknown carriers and escorts..."

"Damn't... Does everyone have ships here?"

"Captain, we have a laser-communications message from the Fearsome... They're in the area and ready to help..."

"Good. Tell them to keep an eye on all non-Five Civilized Nations ships..."

"Aye, sir."

4th Fleet has arrived. They are instructed to keep an eye on all movements, and have anti air/ship aircraft in the air at all times.

***Aboard the Fearsome***

"Captain, we are reading multiple surface contacts... Its a massive fleet."

"Identify them..."

"From the distinctive shape of the vessels, they're Freedom Country's."

"How many ships..."

"Dozens..."

"Dear lord...

OOC- All in favor of turning this into a shooting war since it looks like this thing is dying please say yea.

Yea!

OOC: It will be a shooting war, but not yet...

***On the Draca***

"Captain massage from the Draco 2 subs and more on the way and giving off tranmations alart the escorts" the comms officer

"you heard the Draco alart the fleet YELLOW ALERT YELLOW ALERT" captain kayes yelled" as the fleet speeded up to 3/4 speed and the fleet move into counter postion

A short distance away:

The Hazna had a pair of gangplanks going onto her from the MNV Restoration and MNV Constant Triton support vessles. Both of them were modifed Kresta II Cruisers, they were still armed enough to defind themselves if need be. The injued men were being taken aboard both ships.

A half dozen men, all armed with assult rifles, brought a prisoner up onto the subs hull. Captain Otto walked over to them, "What is the meaning of this?"

One of them spoke up, "Treson sir. We found Crewman Jacobs with a lighter and a small amount of a flamable liqued. He has already volintared his confession and his alegance with FEN."

"Is this all true Jacobs?" Otto turned and looked at him. Jacobs just nodded yes, "Well then crewman, by The Principality of Marno's Naval Forces and Military Code of Conduct you are found guilty of Treson. Your sentince is to be Death by Firing Squad, this it to be carried out emditly."

A crewman walked Jacobs over to the side of the hull while the riflemen lined up infront of him. They went and put on heavy metal weights around his lower legs. The crewman moved away from Jacobs, Captain Otto nodded to the riflemen and they fired. The body was hit with five frounds and slowly fell backwards, it hit the watter and made a hollow sound. The weight caused the body to sink, and if he was alive there was no way for him to swim. Their was a brief moment of silice while everyone wonder where the shots came from and then got back to work.