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The FCN Puddle, a huge cargo ship that looked more like a oil tanker than a Cargo Ship, sailed through the stormy waters off of Rosport. It was a nasty day, windy, rainy, and cold.

Any of those on deck were very wet, and so cold their finger were literally blue. They wandered about on deck, pointing their torches about. One or two uniformed guards carrying rifles wandered by, obviously in a hurry to get inside again.

The wind howled. Rotors could be heard, then dissapeared. The they got louder. The Puddle was no armed, merely a transport ship. Not even radar. Rotors came again. The went. Several of the men on deck ( Marines ) glanced upwards. They were all armed, yet didnt show it.

The, 2 Helicopter appeared, SH-60 Seahawks, and swung round the aft of the ship. The marines and armed guards looked upwards, gazing at the helicopters. They didnt even think to shoot them. Unbeknown to them, dark figures in Battle Gear snuck up behind them with knifes.

The figures sliced their necks, killing them instantly. All the lights on deck went out one by one. And the helicopter came to a stand still over the brige and deck. Ropes flew out, and men in battle gear roped down. Several Marines ran onto the deck, only to get cut down seconds later by silenced machine gun fire.

The soldiers already on deck took the bridge silently. They snuck up on marines, and knifed them, or shot them with silenced weapons. The ship was taken quickly, and the helo's disappeared in the storm.

Yet no-one in the holds knew a thing. The first they knew was when the water tight doors blew open, and figures entered. Some surrendered, some shot back, only to get ripped to pieces by gunfire. No-one stood afterwards. Blood ran along the floor.

In next door holds, the same was happening. A total of 36 soldiers were on the ship, more to come on helicopters. The last hold was left, the most heavily guarded. The soldiers took it quickly. Their commander dashed through. He stood in awe. A hooded soldier stood near.

"What is the Colonel?"

"This, my friend, it the F-32 Python."

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A distance away the Drakonian Destroyer IDS Rapier sliced through the water on it's way to the far off Drakonian Territory of Drako Sava. On the bridge an officer glanced from the Sonar to Radar displays before checking the Transponder read-outs.

"That's odd," he mumbled to himself. "Don't usually see helicopters out this far in this kind of weather." He check all three displays again. "Captain," he called informing the ships captain of the situation.

The Captain, a tall dark ebony skinned man who was of an impressive build, frowned. "Better call them and see if anythings wrong," he ordered to the Communication's Officer.

Within seconds the Communication's Officer was busy. "FCN Puddle, FCN Puddle," he called over the ship communication's systems. "This is IDS Rapier. Come in. Repeat, FCN Puddle, this is IDS Rapier. Come in."

And then, they waited.

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*Transmission from Harmonian Military Forces to Freedom Country Command*

We're currently busy in another conflict, however we'll send ships ans soon as possible.

Over and out.

-Harmona Naval Forces

OOC: *Points out, that the only transmissions have been from the IDS Rapier to the Freedom Country ship* Therefore you would not now anything was happening and neither would the Freedom Countrians. No requests for help have been made. Sorry to nitpick on your RPing, but....

*Radio Crackles, and comes to life*

"Damn that radio" the Commander said. "Turn it off!!"

"Dah, Sir."

*Radio goes off*

"And change course. Head to International Waters, and steam about a bit."

"Yes Sir. What about the plane?

"We will keep it for now."

The Communication's Officer and Captain look at each other questioningly. "What was that," the Officer asks.

The only response the Captain can give is. "I don't know, but I don't like it." He frowns looking out over the storm tossed waters. "Keep trying to get through."

The Communications Channel crackles to life again. "FCN Puddle, FCN Puddle, this is IDS Rapier. Please, respond. Repeat, FCN Puddle, this is IDS Rapier. Please, respond!"

He walks to the Operations Station. "Is there anyone elso out there," he asks the Officer standing there.

"Possible, Harmonan Patrol Vessel," the Operations Officer responds. "No one else that I can detect."

Again, the Captain looks out over the ocean. "Contact, them and see if they know what's going on, and get me the Freedom Country Naval Command see if they know why that ship wouldn't be responding to communications."

The Captain paced across the bridge to the Helm Station. "Move us in closer," he ordered to the Helm Officer. "I want to see if we can see anything wrong on that ship."

*At FC HQ*

"HOW COME I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT THIS, AND THE DAMN DRAKONIANS DID BEFORE US!!!!"

"Sir, because they were the first to try and hail them!!!"

"WELL GET A BATTLE GROUP OVER THERE, AND STAND BY. That was a VERY important piece of technology on that."

"Yes, sir!!"

The Destroyer slipped in closer to the frieghter, silently sliding through the raging waters. Nothing looked out of the ordinary on the frieghter, but even at such a close distance the rain obscured the vision of those looking at the Freedom Country ship.

On the bridge, there was still no word from the larger ship. "Sir," the Communication's Officer reported. "Freedom Country Naval Command, reports they have no idea why there would be no response to our hails."

The Captain frowned look out at the nearby frieghter. The deck was empty and the ship quiet. Almost too quiet and too empty. If not for the storm, the Captain would have boarded the vessel by now, still he hesitated. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he got the fealing of something being wrong, horribly wrong.

"Continue trying to get through," he ordered still standing at the front of the bridge. "And send up a flare over their hull. See if that get their attention."

In a second, there was a flash and the sizzle of the flare. It lance up and over the hull of the freighter shedding an eerie red glow over the both vessels.

"I don't like this," the Captain said to himself. "I don't like this at all."

OOC: THIS ISNT AN ACT OF WAR. THESE GUYS ARE FRIGHTENED TERRORISTS. I will ignore any declerations of war.

IC: The flare aerted the Commander, he glanced up from his map in the blacked out bridge, and saw the other ship through his NVG's.

"Damn the, infidels. Get the LAW!!!!"

"Yes, sir."

Later, 2 men ran out onto the top of the crew quarters, and set up their FC-7452 Armor Piercing Rocket launcher. They had 5 rockets.

On the bridge, a .50 cal HMG was set up, and pointed at the other ship.

"FIRE" yelled the commander. "At best, get them away!!!"

The first rocket ripped off from it launcher, and whizzed towards the other ship. The .50 cal fired on the bridge, and bullets flew from AK's them men were carrying.

750 feet below the two ships, sonarman 1st class Robert Jennings jumped in surprise. "Captain," he shouted, "you'd better come take a look at this."
"What's up?"
"I just picked up sounds of surface combat, directly above us, sounds like a rocket launch and small arms fire."
The Captain quickly moved into the middle of the command center. "Navigation, takes us 100 yards forward and come to periscope depth. I want a look at whats happening up there.

The SNS Zaphod Beeblebrox slowly moved away from the two ships and rose. . .

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The bridge erupted in chaos as the attack came suddenly. The first of the missiles slammed the hull of the Destroyer, exploding against the ship. Chunks of metal armor and bulkheads, slipped into the sea.

"What the hell! Get us clear of them," the Captain ordered. "And give us cover fire with the 7-6ers." The sound of the Twin-Barrelles 7.62mm Machine Guns could be heard shortly after the Captain's order as they fired back at their attackers.

The Rapier pulled forward and clear of the freighter, pushing ahead to escape the sudden attack. Smoke filled the air around the right side of the Destroyer where it had been hit, the rain and ocean water quenching the flames of destruction.

"Contact, Freedom Country Naval Command and the Imperial Drakonian Naval Command and inform them of the situation," the Captain commanded angrily. "And then bring us around and hold position near the Puddle, but keep us clear of their fire." The Communication's Officer went to work. "Oh and you can stop trying to hail that cursed friehgter, I think we just got our response."

OOC: I wasn't declaring war. The Rapier was investigating the situation, offering aid. The flare was merely: A) to get the attention of anyone on the frieghter and B) to shed enough light on the freighter to get a better view of it. See above for picture of the Rapier.

The 7.62 rounds pinged off the bridge, and the terrorists ducked behind the window.

"KEEP SHOOTING!!!"

The Missile Launcher, having reloaded, fired at the leaving ship once more.

*FC Command*

We will try and raid the ship as soon as the weather clears, and a raid is possible. :wink:

BUMPO

The Captain of the Beeblebrox peers through his periscope at the strange events taking place on the surface.
"Can't ID the ships, but it looks like some freighter is unloading all hell on a destroyer up there. The tin can dirver is gonna be embarrassed as hell if he makes it through this alive."
The Sonarman speaks up, "Captain, I've identified the destroyer, she's Drakonian, the Rapier. Intelligence says she's been on patrol here, must've got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Talk about bad luck, can you tell me anything about the freighter?"
"Negative sir, we don't have a database of freighters, I can tell you her make, but that won't tell us much."
"Keep monitoring the situation, we don't want to get involved . . . yet."

The Rapier slipped just out of range as the second missiles slammed into it's hull. The was a blinding flash and then another gaping hole was visible in the hull of the warship. The Destroyer arced around moving again to a parallel course with the frieghter, carefully staying out of weapons range.

The Captain was not happy and the string of language that came from his mouth made that quite apparent to those on the bridge of the Destroyer. "Those bloody...." He stopped mid-sentence. "Do we have any idea who those suicidal idoits, who happen to be shooting at my ship, are," he roared to an unfortunate bridge officer.

"No, sir," the poor officer responded sheepishly.

"Well then, it's time we find out," the Captain continued to rage. "Get me the Marine Captain, on the double!"

"Y-Yes, sir," the officer rushed off to follow the order.

"We're boarding that ship," the Captain informed the bridge staff, finally starting to cool down. "Inform Freedom Country Naval Command."

On board the Zaphod Beeblebrox. . .

Sonar: "Sir, the Drakonian ship has moved off out of range of the freighter's weapons."

Captain: "Smart move on their part, drop back and think about how to deal with this."

Executive Off: "Sir, what are we going to do about this?"

Captain: We're going to stay here, undetected, and watch, however, just as a precaution, load tubes 1-4 with Mk-50's. Target two at each ship, but don't flood tubes or open the outer doors yet."

XO: "Yes Sir."

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The three small black dingys shot forward in the water. Heavy rain and raging waters hide their approach, just as it threw them wildly around. They, the Imperial Drakonian Naval Marines of the Destroyer Rapier would shortly be within range to begun boarding operations of the frieghter.

The Captain had made sure the Freedom Country Naval Command had been informed that he could wait no longer. Action had to be taken, he had been fired on. He had also made sure they knew the frieghter would be escorted to Freedom Countries nearest port and turned over to their authorities.

Everything was in place.

The Sonar operator on the Beeblebrox notices three new contacts on his screen. "Sir," he announces, "I have what looks like three outboard motors outbound from the destroyer, heading toward the freighter."
"Up periscope, I want to take a look at this."
The periscope rises out of the inky, black water, just as one of the rafts goes by, narrowly missing it. "Holy sh--! Down Periscope!" The entire sub crew is intstantly alert. "Do you think they saw us?"
"I don't know sir, but I have to say I'd rather be seen by the destroyer than the freighter, at least we know it's crewed by Drakonians."
"True, we have no idea who might be on that freighter, or what they'd do if they found a sub watching them."

The sub raises it's radio antenna and begins monitoring a wide bandwidth to see if any radio message is sent from the raft to the destroyer.

Hundreds of miles away, in a very luxuriously appointed office, a very luxuriously appointed man was drinking something that tasted not quite entirely unlike tea. He remarked to his secretary, who's shirt wondered why it had found itself on the luxuriously appointed office floor, "Tell me Linda, have we had any report from our precious team commander yet?" "Why no sir," she said, "Although our operative on board the freighter tells us that the cargo is safe and sound." "Which cargo?" said the mysterious man. To which Linda replied, "Both the obvious one and the one that nobody else has any idea just how important and secretive it might just be...to us."

"Wonderful...now get me a danish; and be snappy about it."

OOC: i'm coming in as a third party. the team of operatives is unaware of the odd man out in their midst. And the agenda of that odd man is very unlike that of the others...<grins seductively...or...whatever>

Hundreds of miles away, in a very luxuriously appointed office, a very luxuriously appointed man was drinking something that tasted not quite entirely unlike tea. He remarked to his secretary, who's shirt wondered why it had found itself on the luxuriously appointed office floor, "Tell me Linda, have we had any report from our precious team commander yet?" "Why no sir," she said, "Although our operative on board the freighter tells us that the cargo is safe and sound." "Which cargo?" said the mysterious man. To which Linda replied, "Both the obvious one and the one that nobody else has any idea just how important and secretive it might just be...to us."

"Wonderful...now get me a danish; and be snappy about it."

OOC: i'm coming in as a third party. the team of operatives is unaware of the odd man out in their midst. And the agenda of that odd man is very unlike that of the others...<grins seductively...or...whatever>

Yay! A HHG fan!

Yay! A HHG fan!

OOC: hellz freakin yea. gotta love the guide

*sits around and waits for DI to post*

Bumpariffic

Leading the small forces of Imperial Drakonian Naval Marines was Commander John Cerberus. He called into his radio. "On the move, Rapier," he informed the Captain of the Destroyer. "We should be able to gain control of the ship and turn it back to Freedom Country, shortly."

The radio crackled. "Confirmed, Marine One. No response have been made by FC Naval Command. Your ordered to proceed, anyway."

The small outboard dingys continued there path through the raging stormy seas closing in on the massive frieghter that loomed before them.

OOC: Celack, this is an open RP so I say jump in. Any can everyone try to cut down on the OOC posting, please, it can be a bit annoying.

o.o.c. can I jump in as a sub that was shadowing the frieghter?

o.o.c. can I jump in as a sub that was shadowing the frieghter?

Don't see why not.

Let's just if FC agrees.

o.o.c. can I jump in as a sub that was shadowing the frieghter?

OOC: shadow it. but don't link yourself to it. be an independent who happened to be following it.

It's actually going to be spies wanting to steal the fighter for Celack

On board the Beeblebrox:

Comm Off: "Sir, we've just intercepted a transmission from one of the rafts back to the Drakonian destroyer, there was also a return message."

Captain: "Do we know what the transmissions say?"

Comm Off: "No sir, they're heavily coded, we might know in a few hours, might know in a few days."

Captain: "That's no good, we'll have to assume we were spotted. Leave the antenna up in case the Drakonians try to contact us, but keep working on that coding."

Unknown to the crew of the Beeblebrox their periscope was not seen by the men on the raft.

FC HQ:

We do NOT give you permission to board that ship. Repeat NOT.

We would rather send our own squad in to do it. SENSITIVE MILITARY TECHNOLOGY is onboard. DO NOT repeat DO NOT BOARD THAT SHIP.

3rd Fleet is inbound, and attempts to board the ship WILL BE STOPPED.

FC?

"They're boarding the what? What the hell is THAT? Oh...a ship...well speak clearly. You know its not polite to speak with food in your mouth. Now tell me what the nice man said...yeah...uh huh...okay...gonna die...party...570 Richbell?...okay...really cool jet plane...okay. Thanks alot sweetie. Now you go get in bed and I'll wake you up for school at 7. Goodnight."

As the still mysterious man hung up the telephone, he called for his secretary: "Is Mike here yet? I think I'll need to brief him."

"Yes sir, I was just ...er...talking to him. Let me just wipe the "coffee" off my face and I'll send him right in."

"I'll never understand that woman" said the man.

<door slides open contently and man walks in. For some inexplicable reason, he wears a Boston Red Sox cap. This can only suggest a fetish for gettting a good beating every time he goes to New York....which incidentally just happened.>

"How's it going Mr. X?" said Mike.

"It's been better...and don't call me Mr. X...so cliché...Anyways, I suppose I'll brief you on the situation and..."

"Does it involve me going to New York?" Mike asked enthusiastically.

"No...but you will have to <he briefs Mike>"

"Wow...that's some heavy stuff...you think I can handle it?"

"Of course. Otherwise I would have had you shot after 'Operation Game 6 of the ALCS'. "

"Right....well off I go. I assume all weapons are OSP?"

"Correct. Secure the cargo, and get our man out of there. Then set the freighter back on its original course, and dispose of any and all evidence - human or otherwise. On the bounce, and don't come back without achieving your objective."

"Yes sir."

As Mike walked out of the room, he could have sworn he heard the sound of a thousand people saying "whop" at the same time...strange but content in a job well done.

OOC: OSP stands for On-Site Procurement. This plot line has no relation whatsoever to the Diplomatic government of Not America, but rather to its evil capitalist pig underground movement that went into hiding after the infamous Amerigan Slave Revolt.

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The Communications Officer on board the Beeblebrox has been unable to decode any of the Drakonian messages, but they do pick up the transmission from Freedom Country.

On board the bridge of the Rapier the information was quickly passed between the officers.

"Freedom Country has given us a Ceace and Dissist," the Officer informed the ship's Captain handing him the message from FC Naval Command.

"We'll continue anyway," the Captain ordered. "Inform them we don't care about any Sensitive Military Technology. The ship will be turned over to their people as soon as it's secured. We're out here to maintain order on the high seas and that what we're going to do. Besides, I'm not pulling out my men after there are already in."

The Captain paced over to the Ship's Operations Station. "Give we a sweep of the area. Active Sensors," he commanded. "And I want an ETA on the Freedom Country fleet. The less time I have to babysit that frieghter the better."

The Drakonian Destroyer suddenly went active on it's sensors making a surprising discovery. "Sir," the Operation's Officer reported. "We've lit up a Submarine."

"What," the Captain responded shocked. "Can you identify it?"

"Trying to, Sir." The officer worked busily to identify the Submarine, they had just discovered.

Mike made his way to the single occupancy transport that would take him to the FCN Puddle. As the black cylinder shot into the night, Mike closed his eyes for a five minute power nap. His transport was amphibious, travelling first through water then through the air at frightening speed so as to remain completely hidden to any radar or other detection device.

Bypassing both the destroyer and the subs completely, Mike's transport flattened itself against the side of the FCN Puddle so as to appear a part of the freighter itself. As the airtight seal was complete, structural lasers cut a man sized hole into the hull of the freighter.

Adjusting his eyes to the light, Mike tightened the straps on his fatigues and honed his only weapon, a small combat knife, while waiting for the go signal from the mole.

OOC: waiting to see what happens before i take action to secure my secret cargo. No one finds my operative...yet.

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The massive battlefleet churns through the water off North Carolinia. Aboard the flagship, VRS Atlanticia,

"Sir, we have picked up radio transmissions of a major battle"
The Admiral picked up the transcript and read it.
"Is this from Low Gap?"
"No sir, it is a totally different battle."

The Admiral looked out at the swells of ocean.

"Notify the High Command of this, there is little we can do, we are already committed to assist the Federation of North Arkansas."

The Fleet churned on throught the rought seas.

OOC: uh...point?

and a bump and a two and a three and a four

Im here, sorry.

HQ: WE DO NOT WANT YOU TO BOARD THAT SHIP!!!

The FC fleet is there already, or at least a day away.

OOC: And none of those futuristic transport thingies. Current Tech Only.

On the Puddle :

"Sir, we got several quick boats coming in through the waves. I can see them through the NV Bino's."

"Damn, its the FC USDT Team!!! OPEN FIRE NOW!!!"

*Machine Gun fire erupts from the top of the ship, and the mounted .50 cal (ships only weapon) fires continuosly for up to a minute, running out of ammo after a while*

The Challenger Class SSN, the Destiny silently listened to the hysterical scene on the surface from 500 meters below the surface.

Captain, we're detecting machine gun fire... Should we make ourselves known?

Yes... Put sonar on active...

Aye, sir...

The Destiny's sonar goes active, sweeping the seas and alerting everyone to the Destiny's position.

OOC: BTW, the guys on the boat dont have a clue the subs are there.

AND, in a twist, the reason I dont want you on is because the fighter is revolutionary, and there are some CHEMICAL weapons onoard, and in rockets on the plane, due for Terepa.

OOC: The Federation of Not America developed rocket-powered personal transport modules over 3 game months ago. As a nation of our size, we retain the right to the discovery of electro-sensitive alloys and micro-rockets. All attempts to block this advent will be I.G.N.O.R.E.D.

IC: Mike removed his nano-radar from his pouch and monitored the positions of the destroyer, subs, ships and dingys withing 100 miles of his position. His heartbeat sensor (read Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy) gave him positions of all the members of the team onboard the FCN Puddle. A beacon on this showed the exact position of the cargo he was hoping not to have to remove from the Puddle.

Meanwhile, inside the mess hall of the Puddle, the lone demolitions expert of the terrorist team dropped a small black backpack. As he hurried away, he pushed a small button on his watch, signalling Mike to begin his operation.

OOC: Nobody finds the bag. Mike can be detected, but not ID'ed and not caught. He will not remain in surveillance long enough to cause an alert. Just go with me on this guys.

The CNS Secion sat approx. 200 meters off the stern of the Puddle.
The were supposed to board the freighter and steal the plane. 5 minutes until the would begin the op when the terrorists took over the freighter. The Secion watched as the other ships approached. They sat under water in immense tension that they would be discovered. They sta for a while only submitting passive sonar every 5 minutes when the other sub made's it presence known.


ooc.Five Civilized Nations You stole my IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOC: Sorry about the delay

IC:

Sonar pings reverberate through the hull of the Beeblebrox. "Sir," shouts the sonar operator, "we've been lit by active sonar from the destroyer!"
"Son of a, well, we can't play invisible anymore, radio them a message."

A lightly coded transmission is recieved by the Rapier, it reads:

To: IDS (Imperial Drakonian Ship?) Rapier
From: SNS Zaphod Beeblebrox

We assume that you know we are here, and before you make any actions, you should know, that we are here on a simple peacetime patrol mission. Do not, repeat, do not attempt any hostile behavior toward us. We have no intention of attacking your vessel, our presence here is only to monitor this stray freighter. As you may know, our country takes a very aggressive stance toward international terrorism prevention. We hope that we can work through this encounter peacefully and cooperatively. Thank you.

***HQ***

DONT BOARD THE SHIP!!!!

OOC: Not America: I.G.N.O.R.E.D

The CNS Secion sat approx. 200 meters off the stern of the Puddle.
The were supposed to board the freighter and steal the plane. 5 minutes until the would begin the op when the terrorists took over the freighter. The Secion watched as the other ships approached. They sat under water in immense tension that they would be discovered. They sta for a while only submitting passive sonar every 5 minutes when the other sub made's it presence known.


ooc.Five Civilized Nations You stole my IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOC: Sorry... Oh well...:)

RBAF Coastal Command
1st Attack Squadron (A-10s armed for anti-shipping/armour)

"Good ev, hmm, actually, good *morning* lieutenant. Sorry to wake you up at such a hideous hour, but you are the duty all weather strike unit."
"No problem Sergeant, I was doing my taxes anyway. What's the situation?"
"Well as you know we've recently completed offshore radar/sonar stations in our coastal neighbours territory as part of BSADA (Britmattia/Swampadom/Archangelia Defense Agreement) and have them monitoring coastal waters. The radar/sonar station off Swampadom's southern coast went nuts about 20 minutes ago, we're not sure of the total forces in the area, but there's at least two submarines and one destroyer, tenatively ID'ed as the Rapier, as well as an unID'ed foreign freighter."
"I see. And we're being sent out to take a look-see are we?"
"Yessir, they're not actually within our, or our allies, territorial waters *yet* but if the weather continues they'll be so in about four hours."
"I see. Well yes, I'll scramble a flight."

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friggin bump again.

The Captain watched the flashes of gunfire coming from the frieghter and then the meeting flashes from the small outboard Marine boats. This was quickly getting out of hand.

"Sir," the Communication's Officer spoke up. "The comm. channels are flooding with chatter. I've got FCHQ yelling away on one channel and that submarine on other."

"Ignore FCHQ," the Captain stated as he turned. "We've made our statement to them." He walked to the Communication's Station. "Bring up the message from the sub."

The message from the Squornshelous Submarine appeared and the Captain quickly scanned it. "Well." He read through it again. "At least, that's good news. Send a response."

The Captain thought for a second. "Squornshelous Naval Ship Zaphod Beeblebrox, this is Imperial Drakonian Ship Rapier.

"We recieve and confirm your message. We also our on peace time operational patrol. Standing Naval Orders, state that 'Drakonian Vessel are not to initiate hostile action against any ship not designated as an enemy vessel.' So you have nothing to fear.

"As I am sure you know, Drakonia also takes a very aggressive stance toward international terrorism, and as I am also sure you know, we are currently conducting an operation to bring this vessel back under the control of it's owner, the government of Freedom Country. We are willing to cooperate peacefully. Rapier, out."

There was a few second of silence and then the Communication's Officer responded. "Message send."

The Captain looked back out to sea. "Good, now will someone get me a report of the status of those Marines."

OOC: The Rapier hasn't detect the Britmattia aircraft or the other submarine, yet.

RBAF 1st Strike Squadron A Flight
Lieutenant Alexi Bader
"Command, this is Red Dog Lead, we're currently at about angels 10 above the incident, can't see shit in this weather though. Requestin permission to do a lo-fly..?"
"Red Dog Lead, you have permission to do a lo-fly, you are not weapons free however, if fired upon break off and request further instructions."
"Roger that Command."
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"Red Dog Lead to Red Dog 2, you stick on my wing, everyone else, keep orbiting."
"Roger that Lead."
"Uh Alexi, bear in mind we've only got about an other 80 minutes worth of fuel before we're bingo."
"Acknowledged Red Dog 3, none the less.. Red Dog 2 let's go."
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"Shit."
"That's a rog-o on that RD2, Command are you linking from my cameras?"
"Affirmative RD Lead, but picture quality is poor, can you tell us what you're seeing?"
"The Rapier's been hit with something, I can't tell what, but there's visible damage. Doesn't appear to be critical..crap! There's zodiacs in the water and the freighter has uhh, looks like HMGs firing on them? I don't know what the hell is going on down he, FUCK!"
"RD Lead? RD Lead? What's going on RD Lead?"
"Command, someone on the freighter just noticed me and popped a stinger off, little bastard only just missed too. ROE remains the same?"
"That's a roger for now RD Lead, resume orbit, we're bumping this upstairs."
"Roger that command. RD Lead out."
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RBMilCom
"And that's the text of the report Sire. Your recommendations?"
"Get the Drakonians on the wire, I want to know what the fuck is going on."
"Sire. and the ROE?"
"Well...no. The 1st are not to come into firing range again for now, and get the rest of them airborne in a rotation as the A flight come in. However, if whoever's on that freighter connects, they are weapons-free, no one's going to lob missiles at *my* bloody airforce."
"Sire."

OOC Not declaring war! But these guys are *very* militaristic and so far for them not sinking the freighter is being lax.
AND
1st Strike Squadron has 32 aircraft, flights consist of 8 planes under an FL and we're assuming all are in working order for the purposes of this RP.

bloody BUMP.

*FCHQ*

"Keep pestering the idiots on the Rapier to not board the ship. Hope the terrorists hold them off."

"Well, they seem well equipped."

"Good. They will probably use the .50 cals aswell. Maybe they will use the side mounted rockets."

"Probably. Well, military command suggests we bomb the fuck out the ship, and sink the Rapier and make it look like an accident."

"With what? The MA-10's?"

"Yes, sir. Will I give them the all clear?"

"Yes, you do that."

Both saluted, and the Advisor left with his orders.

*The Puddle*

"Keep firing!!!! We make sink some!!!"

"Sir, we have found side mounted unguided rockets, and a M134 minigun on the ships side!!!"

"USE THEM!!!! And tell the soldiers to ready the boats, and C4. Set charges on all entrances. No-one gets in or out!!"

"Roger, will do"

Several rockets sream at the small boats, and a chain gun opens up in small bursts. The .50 cal with more ammo fires once more.

*FCAF Borxburgh*

3 MA-10's taxi in a line to the main runway. Each has lights on, and are heavily armed. There is nothing about but them, and the circling MA-3 AWAC's plane.

"This is Gold Lead. Permission to take off and engage mission plan."

"Roger, you are cleared. Take off and complete mission."

"Roger, we are hot."

The 3 MA-10's take off one after the other down the runway, circle once and head in V formation to the ships.

Two of the MA-10's area remd with 1,000 pound bombs and MAM-139 Pounder anti-ship missiles. The other is loaded with Air to Air missiles.

OOC: My plan, as you may have seen, is to sink the ship containing the aircraft and chemicals. I also plan to take out the Rapier and any small boats. These planes are stealth, so they cant be seen. They will fly high, and launch from 50 Miles away, hopefully out of sight.

All ships will be hit by Harpoons. Any planes will be shot out the sky by the ALRAAM's (200km+ range), and nobody will know a thing.

"Sir there is a fierce battle on board the freither. I suggest we go to plan b."
"Do it."

The Secion moved so it was 5 metres away from the freigther and suddnely surfaced. As soon as it was clear on the water the hatch on the tower oppeened up


o.o.c. the tower is 10 meters tall when the subs is surfaced. How tall is the frieghter on the water?

OOC: About 30 metres. I wouldnt do that, if you knew what was coming on the MA-10's.

IC:

The MA-10's close to within 100 miles of the ships.

"This is Gold 3, I am picking up some damn A-10's right over the target."

"Roger that. Launch AA-3's, NOW!!"

"Launching....4 missiles, away at all targets."

RB Radar Station <Swamapadom Station>
*BING*
"Christ, more contacts? what the hell now? Hmm.."
[radar technician patches through to Blue Dog Lead]
"Blue Dog Lead, this is Newt 02, you've got got 3 airborne inbound contacts, their IFF is not tagging them as friendlies."
"Uhhh, any chance of anything more? We've got possible Drakonian friendlies in the area..I don't really wanna piss off and leave them for no reason."
"Well...oh. Their IFF beacons are broadcasting in clear, they're Freedom Country airscouts."
"Weird, they're a long way from home. Any chance the freighter might be theirs?"
"No clue BD Lead, we're passing to ComSec to challenge em."
"Roger that Newt 2, BD Lead out."
...
"Unidentified Freedom Country Aircraft, this is RBAF Coastal Command, you're approaching our territorial airspace and there is currently a situation developing in the area you're vectoring to, what're your intentions, over?"
"Freedom Country aircraft, this is RBAF Coastal Command, did you recieve our last transmission, over?"
...
"BD Lead, they're still approaching, we're projecting them as MA-10s from their approach speed/height...We have no idea of intentions at present and they're not responding to radio hails."
"Crap. Can we have a ROE update please Command?"
"Relaying now BD"
...
"Yes. Tell them to turn the fuck around now. No one's got any hostile warships out there so they're not achieving spit. Is that flight from 6th Squadron there yet?"
"They're still inbound Sire, there was a small accident at their airbase delaying them."
His Most Glorious Militaristic Majesty grunted. "How about the Drakonians? Any word yet?"
"No sire."
"Alright, broadcast the vector of the inbound Freedomers in clear. Are those A-10s homeward bound yet?"
"Yes sire, they're pulling out now."

o.o.c. thing is I don't.....I was planning on having my guys cut through the hull and steal the plane...Whoopsie this is suposed to be Celack psotuing....

i.c. A spec-ops team climbs out of the subs and walks up against the hull of the freighter. They take out a welder and open a hole in the side fo the freighter.

OOC: Erm, the MA-10's are steal, especially to A-10's.

What about the missiles.

IC:

Gregory Mikhailov leaned on the freighters wall. He smoked, and cleaned his weapon. Suddenly, the wall behind him lurched. He looked right, to see sparks flying from the wall further down. He was confused, and frightened. He picked up his weapon, and emptied a mag into the wall.

The MA-10's moved ever nearer, to within firing distance of the ships. The all launched their missiles from 50km away, one missile launched at the Rapier. 1 was even launched at the sub.

All the missiles streamed in, and the MA-10's turned, still unseen (they are stealth, see?)

BD Lead <Some distance outside BSA territorial waters>
"Holy..the Freddies are launching on us! GO EVASIVE, REPEAT EVASIVE NOW! All Blue Dog Element, light out for home, max speed!"
...
"Sire, the Freddies have launched 4 souped AAMs at our boys from range, no impacts as yet, ah! we have an impact, no two on one our boys, crap."
"What? WHAT DAMNIT!?"
"He's going down sire. the other two missiles failed to hit. The rest of the section is hauling ass homeward."
"What about those 6th Squadron boys?"
"They're just entering medium range AAM distance now sir. ROE?"
"Weapons free. None of those Freddie pricks are going home."
"Sire."
"And get me their leader and the damn Drakonnians. I want to know what the HELL they're doing off my coast with this shit. And fuel the B1s up. I want to be ready if this goes further."
"Sire."
...
<6th Squadron Alpha Element, Captain Julia Deans, Easy Tiger Lead>
"This is ET Lead, I have a missile lock on the bogies/This is ET2 I have a/This is ET 3 I have/This is ET 4 I have/ ET Lead FOX ONE!"
...
"Sire, 6th Squadron launched on and destroyed 2 Freddie aircraft, the last one had a fit of the vapors and ran for home."
"Good."
"We've gotten a clearer report from the BD element sir, the pilot in the A10 we lost is definitely a goner, the 2nd missile impacted on the cockpit."
"Ah. Get me his next of kin's address, I have a visit to make in the morning. Or as soon as possible."
"Yes sire.

DONT DECLARE MY LOSSES!!!!!

You cant delclare my losses, my young friend.

And the MA's were STEALTH. Cmon, be realistic.

The man wielding the cutter recieve several bullets in the chest. Luckily the kevlar stoped most of them. unluckily one of them went throught the kevlar and into his gut. he was rushed on board the subs while the rest of htem team fired their silenced weapons throught the wall.

DONT DECLARE MY LOSSES!!!!!

You cant delclare my losses, my young friend.

And the MA's were STEALTH. Cmon, be realistic.Stealth doesn't mean that if they fire missles they are still invisible.....plus sound...

OOC The MA10 im assuming is some sort of maritime version of the a10, and as such is pretty much unstealthable. Unless you want to declare it's some sort of invisible super plane which is not only capable of all weather attack but invulnerable too? Real stealth aircraft CAN NOT fly in the conditions we're describing. You're ignoring the fact that the Destroyer is sure as shit running ever radar it's got, we've got no less than 12 aircraft orbiting as well as radar stations on land, all concentrating in the area.
If it's not a maritime version of the A10, what is it before we go further?

Want a pic?

Here:

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/ucav-lm2.jpg

The f-22 and F-35 can fly in this type of weather. Trust me. It is not invisible, just stealth. And remember, they are HIGH, above the clouds and any weather, which would be low for the storm.

So, I am right.

You're bombing ships at night from high altitude? You're definitely NOT right. And still, you'd be visible on radar, stealth does not mean invisible, especially not radars like the F15C's, let alone the coastal arrays.

Anyways on a different topic what happened to the terrorist?

Its possible. And the F-22 cant be spotted on radar until it is 9 Miles away from and F-15C.....I am 50

So, I am right. With modern weapons, its possible.

ANYWAYS.....Moving right along.....did the terrorist die form the four guys shooting throught the wall?

Most of the rounds pinged off around th metal, many didnt penetrate. Several terrorists down the ship arrived.....just in time to see the terrorists body fall, from a bullet to the heart.

The leader throws a grenade at the hole, where it lands just short. They then run away, up the stairs, behind a barrier of C4.

They didn't finish cutting throught the hull so there is no hole....

Yes there is. Read the post. Or the start of the hole, if you like....

"grenade!!!!"

The spec-op troops drop to the groud and wait for the explosion. the grenade explodes and takes out a chuck of the hull with it. (it would). The spec-ops troops rush in throught the hole and see the hatch where the terrorist retreated to.

The lead terrorist drops a smoke grenade down the hall, before slipping on thermal goggles.

"They shouldnt be able to see the C4, my friend. Now retreat!!"

Meanwhile, the Anti Ship missiles close in, to within 30 seconds....

The troops start firing at the terrorists back and climb out the hole while waiting for the smoke to discipate.

"Sir i haerd one fo them say soemthign about c4. We should be careful."

The terrorists run away down the corridor, and the last fires a burst of his AR down the hatch, before running away. Another throws onw more smoke grenade down the hole.

Meanwhile, the missiles move ever closer....

OOC:

POST LOSSES FROM MISSILE ATTACKS!!!!

The terrorists run away down the corridor, and the last fires a burst of his AR down the hatch, before running away. Another throws onw more smoke grenade down the hole.

Meanwhile, the missiles move ever closer....

OOC:

POST LOSSES FROM MISSILE ATTACKS!!!!
O.O.C me?

Yes, your sub has surfaced, and a single missile was launched against it...

Oh......

The missle strikes the deck of the Secion and creates a 3 meter wide hole. A crew of volunteer fire fighters rush to put out the blaze and once it is out they water-seal off the damaged part of the sub.

OOC quick point, you shot all your AAMs at the A-10s, so what're you shooting at the F15s?

IC
<RBMilCom, Royal City, Heartlands Demense>
"Gentlemen, thank you for assembling so quickly. I've decided we're going to wait for a response from the other two nations involved in this ugly little squabble before going any further with military action. The Freddie propaganda can claim the hell what they like in the future but our fighters came off clean. Thank God for our partners radar stations or we'd have had no idea they were coming. The current situation is this, we shot down one fighter for the loss of one A-10, but the other two freddies got away clean, and we think they've launched some sort of tricky bastard ASM at the Rapier. How it's supposed to steer around a freighter within about 500m is beyond me, but the Freddies seem to think they can.. anyway we still have no idea what's going on at water level until the the Rapier tells us what on NS brought this all about. The F15Cs are remaining on station for now."
"Any chance of taking a look see with anything else?"
"The King has informed me that he's already visiting one family today and telling them they've lost a son for no known reason, he's got no desire to visit two, so no, no one's going in closer. We may send a Commanche unit out if the weather clears up, if the Rapier doesn't reply to us soon and fill in the blanks."
"Are we taking any punitive action against the Freddies for unprovoked attacks?"
"Well.. they launched from outside our waters and it's unclear if the BD Flight was within them either at the time of impact. So we're reserving judgement on launching the Lancers. They are however fueled and ready to go, should the proverbial hit the turbine. For now, we wait."

The terrrists on deck, seeing that the sub is damaged, see the hole up top. One, and ex cricket player, drops a grenade down onto the water seal....

Just before the 2 MAM-139 Slammer missiles smask thrpugh the bridge of the ship, down, exploding before the explosion hurls through the far side of the ship, raining debrie on th sub. The second one hits just above the water line, explodes thrpugh the ship and opens a gaping hole on the other side, letting in the whole sea to the freighter. The ship begins to sink nose down.

A missile still flies towards the Rapier.....

OOC: A 3 metre hole from 500 lbs of Destex? I think not. It would explode THROUGH the sub, making a gaping whole through the other side. But, I cant declare losses, so.... please rethink? :)

I will wait for the guy who owns the Rapier to post loss....

OOC you crazy sob, that's your ship you just blew a sodding great hole in O_O!

o.o.c the sub is one tough bugger....and anyways one of the terrorists lokking down could see a black sub, in the middle of the ngith, in a storm for that MatteR? And accuratly drop a greande into a 3 metre hole?

i.c.
"Get the team down here. Fire anti-air missles. When the team ios in here dive. Prepare the torpedo's in case of trouble"

The ship that carries a chemical warhead, a fighter prototype that nobody is supposed to know about and a nuclear warhead. I MEANT TO SINK IT!!!

Do you really think I want anyone to know.

Right, pause the RP until the other guys appear.

They are wearing themal goggles, or NVG's. He played cricket. All you do is drop it.....

The Sub couldnt dive after that, it would fill with water and sink. Ever with a flimsy seet of metal over it......

And cmon, it would never go anywhere if it was THAT tough.....

And the planes are 50 miles away, and leaving quickly. They would be 70 now. No way a missile could reach that, apart from a ground or sea based one....

OOC I know but still, the T's coulda had hostages or some shit! heck man if i'd known IC i'd have offered to chopper out Spec Ops dudes and retake the bugger, I am a corrupt dictatorship after all ;)

btw, AAM RAM or whatever it is, the 120 accelerates to and stays at Mach 4 til it runs outta fuel or hits something, these could easy nail those aircraft, but...as it's sub dude shooting, yeah probably not an option to shoot AAMs from a sub ;)

hehe

But you didnt. And becide, Hostages arent as important as a nations security...

Anyway, the UN banned Chemical's......

But I amnt in the UN, so....

OOC meh, like i'd listen to them anyway, they cant tell me off til we get a rep, and im the only one in my region who's a member. Damn this. As long as it's dark and stormy out there I can't get any presence other than air :/

They are wearing themal goggles, or NVG's. He played cricket. All you do is drop it.....

The Sub couldnt dive after that, it would fill with water and sink. Ever with a flimsy seet of metal over it......

And cmon, it would never go anywhere if it was THAT tough.....

And the planes are 50 miles away, and leaving quickly. They would be 70 now. No way a missile could reach that, apart from a ground or sea based one....Fine.....

They used metal bulkhead doors to water seal it. Water sealing on my vessles is shuiting all doors to those areas......

The 3 MA-10's land gracefully on the runway, and taxi to their underground bunkers.

IC:

Mike heard explosions coming from his left. He decided that if he didn't act now, he might be stuck on a sinking ship. He darted out of the room and stopped short of a very precariously placed C4 charge. He thought it might be a good idea to go the other way around the bulkhead. As the gunfire and explosions continued, Mike, following his beacon, began to get nervous has he was guided closer to it. He thought it a double edged sword - he needed a weapon...

OOC: At this point, the operative can be wounded, but not killed. If he is encountered he will come away with at least one gun, and one extra clip. That means at least one casualty by knife. If any of you have female team members, keep them alive...and if anybody is in the engine room, post an extra patrol to make things more interesting. FC's terror squad can detect my mole, but will not find out his motives nor his origin. Just remember, he's your only demo expert.

The Rapier's message to the Beeblebrox is recieved.

Suddenly, all hell seems to break loose on the surface.

Sonar Operator: Sir, we have missile explosions, and another sub on sonar! She just surfaced next to the freighter. Breakup noises from the freighter, she's going down. Missile impacts on the destroyer and the sub.

Captain: Up Periscope, I want to see what the hell's going on up there.

bump like a sleeping policeman :P

bump

its bumptastic

ABOARD THE ADMIRAL KUCHEROV (Udaloy-II Class)
"Yob 'tvoyu mat! Captain, explosion, bearing two-five-five, contact fourteen at range ten thousand just dropped off the scope! Detecting one inbound missile at five hundred knots, designate Vampire-1."
The Captain blanched for a moment. His first cruise of his first command, and already he could be landed in the middle of a shooting war. This was just meant to be a regular long-distance patrol!
"What was contact fourteen again?"
"Unidentified large freighter. It's very close to eleven, the IDS Rapier we talked to earlier. That's probaably the target for Vampire-1."
"Oh shit. Come to two-five-five, all ahead two thirds. There may be survivors, and they haven't a hope in hell on a night like this. We can't launch the choppers until there's a break in this storm. Make ready the launches for rescue, attempt to hail whatever ships are out there. And contact Navy HQ in case we've landed ourselves in a little bit of trouble."

Old Macdonald had a farm. . .

with a bump, bump here,
and a bump, bump there,
here a bump,
there a bump
everywhere a bump, bump.

bump

The small zodiacs dance along the water below the frieghter, bullets wizzing by them and the storming waves crashing over them.

"Damn, it," the Commander John Cerberus yelled over the storming waves. "We'll never beable to get on board in this weather."

A missile slammed the water where the lead zodiac had just been exploding at as it hit. "Shit," someone yelled, clutching a scrapnel wound.

"Get us back to the Rapier," Commander Cerberus called over his radio headset. The three zodiacs turned and sped back to the Rapier, some of the marines inside still firing up at the the terrorist above.

<RBAF Monitoring Station, Swampadom>
*boooowww, boooowwwww* OOC (thats meant to beant to be sonar)
"Oh hell. ComSec, can you relay to MilCom that we've just run a sonar sweep of the area again, and it's damn well crawling with ships now. We've got a Udalyov-II that's matching the Kalmykhian's 'Admiral Kucherov' , and at least *two* unidentified subs in the area."
"This is ComSec, we've relayed that."
OOC Fear the IC bump!

The Captain looked out over the sea still seeing flashes of light that marked the battle between the Marines and the Terrorists.

"Sir," the Communication's Officer spoke franticly. "The Comm. Channel are still flooded."

The Captain turned and stared at the man for a second. "With what now," he asked, clearly annoyed.

But before the Officer could responded someone else was yelling. "Bogeys incoming," they yelled.

"What," the Captain screamed.

"Several aircraft," the man shot back, looking intently at the one of the sensor monitors. "They've just made a pass of the freighter. Appear to be...." The man paused and then looked up questioningly. "Britmattian?"

The Communication's Officer again spoke up. "I've got Britmattia on one of the Comm. Channels. They want to know what the hell we're doing out here."

The Captain turned from the one officer to the other thinking things over. The situation was quickly becoming complicated and he was going to have trouble staightening everything out in his report to Naval Command in Drakonia.

"Sir," another Officer cut in. "The Marines are back. Commander Cerebrus said that in this weather and taking so much fire, there is no way they can board that ship. Their loading back up now."

"Damn it," the Captain swore. "Inform the Britmattians of our situation and--"

"Missiles incoming!" The entire bridge jumped.

"What the...," the Captain's continued swearing was cut off by Officer.

"I've got two contacts inbound. One look like it heading for the frieghter and the other is coming in for us," the shocked Officer informed everyone in the loudest voice he could muster.

"Anti-Air Guns," the Captain ordered still swearing up a storm.

The Tactical Officer turned, as outside the ship Gatling Guns turned to track the incoming missile. "Already, engaged. Their tracking...."

A chorus of Twin-Barreled Gatling Guns opened up, spewing bullets along the trajectory of the missile. The crew waited, but there was no explosion.

"All Hands," the Captain ordered over the intercom, seeing the missile would hit. "Brace for impact!"

The missile shot in, the Gatling Guns still firing away. Then there was a massive violent explosion just above the deck of the ship, it seemed to engulf the entire left side of the ship. The bridge crew was blinded by the light as the Rapier shuttered.

The Captain kept his feet below him. "Damage report," the Captain called out.

For a second there was no response. Crew members picked themselves off the deck. "Communications are down," someone called.

"Port side, Short-Range Missiles are down," someone else said.

One of the bridge crew stood up shakenly clutching a bloody wound over hit eye. Another man did not move from where he lay on the floor.

The Tactical Officer look out of the bridge window and down to the deck of the ship below. "Looks like only minor hull damage," he reported. "The Gats must have got it just before it hit us."

"Fire teams dispatched. Causalty reports coming in," someone else cut in. "Four, no... Seven dead. Unconfirmed numbers of wounded."

The Captain himself moved to look down at the damage. "Pull us back further from the freighter," he ordered anger rising in his voice. "Find out what the hell, just happened."

"Yes, Sir," the First Officer responded, a cut visible on his cheek where he connect with a console as he fell to the floor. The man turned. "Switch over to secondary comm. systems. Contact the Britmattians and that sub. Someone must know what just happened."

The crew continued to work, some helping the seriously wounded from the bridge while the rest dedicatedly manned their posts.

"This is IDS Rapier, to Britmattia," the Communication's Officer spoke into his headset. "We're a routine deep sea patrol and encountered an apparently hijacked Freedom Country frieghter. Working with a Squornshelous Submarine to investigate further and have been attack by an air-launched missile, over. Please, responded."

OOC: There that should catch me up.

"IDS Rapier this is General Dumas, RB Unified High Command, we're tracking those missiles as having been launched from Freedom Country MA-10s, they were stealthed but left their IFF beacons on. They shot at our A-10s and downed one, and they're yet to respond to any querys made to them.. We've got F-15Cs orbiting at about angels 40 over your location, so if you need top cover you've got it...also our track plot of that last missile had it impact on you, do you require medical assist?
There's also an other sub and a Udalayov II in the area if you haven't already picked up on them, we don't know their intentions, but you have our full co-operation in this. The HMS Pendragon and it's battlegroup are headed to your location, they should be on-site in about 5 hours.
Dumas out."

"Get those causalty report confirmed," the First Officer called out. "And get a update from Damage and Fire Teams. I want to know what we're dealing with."

"Sir," the Communication's Officer spoke catching the Captain's attention. "Britmattia is responding."

"On audio," the First Officer ordered as both he and the Captain marched over to the Communication's Station.

The Britmattia transmission played over the bridge speakers.

"What in God's green earth are they thinking in Freedom Country," the Captain roared. "Firing on us!?"

"Sir." The First Officer attempt to calm his Captains anger. "It may have been a mistake or it could be some kind of trick by the terrorist or another party."

"Mistake," the Captain roared louder. "That was no bloody mistake!" He thought everything over and then spoke calmly. "Make sure the Beeblebrox got that transmission from Britmattia, too. Looks like at least we have some help. And, pull us even further from that cursed freighter."

"Yes, Sir." The crew went to work as the Captain thought about his reply to Britmattia.

He looked to the Operation's Officer. "Who is the nearest Imperial ship," He asked.

The Officer looked at the console in front of him. "The frigate IDS Swiftsure, Sir."

"Good," the Captain looked more confident as his ship put still more distance between itself and the frieghter on which this chaotic event pivoted. "Contact, them, and ask her Captain to rendezvous out here with us. We need the support."

The Captain turned walked to stand at the shoulder of the sitting Communication's Officer. "Okay, responded to Britmattia," he commanded. "Ask them to confirm that it appears Freedom Country did this. Also tell them, we're not sure, yet if we need medical assistance, causalty numbers have not been confirmed, but, we will need assistance. It may be very likely we will not survive another one of those missile strikes." He paused and waited for the Officer to confirm. "That is all."

The Captain paced back to the bridge windows. This is one hell of a routine patrol, he thought to himself.

<RB High Command>
"Sir the Drakonians have responded, they want a confirmation that it was definitely the Freddies shooting at them."
"What do we have on that which we can share?"
"Without compromising the LIDAR, we can send them our SONAR/RADAR reports from the monitoring stations, also, the com monitoring station in ArchAngelia has picked up a LOT of traffic coming out of the Freddies, including between the MA-10s and mainland FC, we're pretty sure they were ordered to fire by someone in authority, what this says about their politics at present..we have MilInt working on decoding the transmissions right now sir, do you want us to send those to the Draks as well?"
"Relay them. I want as close to full communication with them as we can get, after the Pendragon arrives we'll review that, but they are the power on scene at present."
"Yes sir, and the 6th are to keep rotating?"
"Yes."
"Sir."
"Now to brief Lord Drake and his Majesty. These developments will hopefully calm the King down and I can get him to take the Strategic Forces off Yellow status."
"Hope so sir."

::Transmission from SNS Zaphod Beeblebrox to Britmattian forces::

We are/were on a "routine" patrol mission in this area. We are attempting to work in cooperation with the Drakonians. Please tag us as a friendly.

::End Transmission::

The mood on board the Beeblebrox is one of frustration. With the hijacked freighter sunk and all attacks coming by air, the crew has nothing to unload on. The one exception to this is the as yet unidentified (ICly) sub on the surface. A message is sent by the underwater sonar phone.

This is the SNS Zaphod Beeblebrox calling unidentified submarine. Please ID yourself and your intentions, or you will be treated as a hostile vessel.

<HMS Warwick, Athena Class Attack Submarine>, escorting:
<PIV Gladys, LR 5 Search/Rescue Submarine>
"Captain, we've just entered the Emergency Area sir. The Gladys is reporting that the freighter is clearly visible, but has broken in two pieces, the middle and latter third appear to be fairly undamaged, but the bow is wrecked."
"Very well Ensign. Have the Gladys begin operations as soon as the freighter touches bottom."
"Sir."
"And inform the Beeblebrox that we acknowledge their transmission and we're designating them friendly. Oh and tell them we're taking a look see at the freighter with the LR 5."
"Aye Aye sir."

bump!

***FC HQ***

Secret IC: "Damn them, HOW THE HELL DID THEY FIND OUT!!!"

"Sir, the MA-10's left their IFF beacons on"

"Damn. Well, tell them to go out there and do it AGAIN!!"

"Sir, the freighter has been sunk. It under the waves, looks like few escaped the blasts and sinking."

"Well, get those MA-10's back out there, and tell the Fleet to launch several helo's. Make sure the fleet moves within 3 miles, and machine gun ANY SURVIVORS in the water. And say it was'nt us who did the strike."

Message to all:

Freedom Country does not believe this has happened. We do not condemn the freighter was even military, as it was on frequent shuttle runs with Crookfur, exchanging goods. We do not confirm there was the F-32 onboard.

We do not know how that airstrike could have happened. We have no naval assets in the area, other than the fleet which is 300 miles away. This fleet is watched by the IT community, and could not have launched a strike.

We are sorry for all those lost in these explosions, and pronounce IT WILL NOT happen again.

"Captain, no luck raising the Rapier on the horn. She seems to be... shit, she's just been hit! We've lost the freighter, it seems she's gone down."
"Can we go any faster? There'll be people in the water, and they'll be lucky if they survive five minutes."
"Not in this weather. We'll damage the ship. ETA ten to fifteen."
"Keep trying to raise them."
"Nothing from Fleet Commnad yet, sir. Should we go to danger ROE?"
"No, remain as before. Fire only if fired upon."

*On the FCN Deiant*

"Flight 221, 222 and 223 on the flight deck. All eyes to the sky. Hit the buzzer." Blares a loudspeaker.

"Roger, lets kick the tyres and light the fires." Reports the lead pilot.

"Ok ladies, showtime!!"

3 F-32's are on the deck, surrounded by presonnel. They are lightly armed with AA-2 ASRAAM's and JDAM's. One is wheeled over to the catapults, in front of the ski ramp.

"All gear check, everything functioning."

"You are good to go 221, on Cat 2, free!! Light the bonfire 221."

"Roger, engine starting."

The engine whines up, and the F-32 is connected to the second catapult. Full engines are up.

"V1, repeat V1. Ready."

"Beacon Niner, launch Cat 2 and ready Cat 1."

"This is Beacon Niner, go!!"

The F-32 jolts forward, pushed by the catapult. The Catatpult stops, and the F-32 powers up the ramp and into the air.

"Cat 1, hooked with 222."

"Beacon Niner, go!!"

Second F-32 goes into the air.

"223, clear!!"

"Cat 3, ready and hooked. Go for 223."

"Go!!"

3rd F-32 leaps off the end of the deck after a short run, and flies into the air. All the F-32's turn and head back over the carrier.

"Flights 221, 222 and 223, tracking. Well dont guys, cool the beacon and crank the Cats."

<RBN Flagship HMS Pendragon> [Allfather Class SuperDreadnought]
(Admiral of the Fleet Vladimir, Duke of Bathame, Commanding)
"This is the HMS Pendragon to all non aligned vessels in the designated emergency zone, we are now announcing an interdiction of the area, all non Britmattian vessels are to go to com channel 38 and co-ordinate with Battle Group Command."
"Pendragon, this is the Warwick, damn are we glad to see you guys, we've been feeling awfully exposed with no surface monkeys out!"
"Pendragon this is the Gladys, we have 2 prisoners to transfer aboard, both unconcious, both probable terrorists. We've also found some rather neat things inside the freighter's hulk which we're transferring up to you now.
"Roger that."
*repeat of interdiction transmission*
"Admiral, Coastal Command have picked up the FC fleet headed in."
"Excellent. Set the LIDAR to active, blast any of their aircraft which head into the interdiction area with the HVMs and railguns, and get a firing solution on their ships of the line for the guns and Tomahawk 4s."
"Aye Aye Your Grace."
OOC The Pendragon is *the* ultimate battleship if it had been taken to the furtherest the basic premise could go. Don't accuse me of godmodding with this one either, HVMs, LIDAR, railguns are all possible with near modern tech, and a ship the size the Pendragon would concievably be would be able to carry armour thick enough to ignore anything smaller than a 15" round off an Iowa Class. It's also the reason why my guys fly old planes, my budget went on it ;P

*The F-32's*

"This is 221, Flight 678 lead, closing in on interdiction zone. Got some heavy activity in the area, with ships and the lot."

"Roger, this is 222, we see it too. Looks hot. Flyover and ROE still the same."

"Ya. Right, lets hit the gas. Supercruise, and do a pass over the target. Inform all vessels in the area."

<HMS Pendragon>
"Do we fire your grace? The Freddies may well launch unexpectedly.."
"Commander.. come now. They are a civilized country. And those pilots are well aware, while their stealth baffles missiles and radar, it does not baffle a depleted uranium slug doing Mach 12. So no, we will not fire unless they are very stupid indeed. How are the recovery operations going?"
"They're complete sir. We've gotten everything off what we now know to be the Puddle, the Gladys has come on board and the Warwick has taken up a guard position. The Drakkies and the Squishies are co-ordinating, the medical section think all the wounded drakkies should pull through."
"So there's nothing left on the surface?"
"Not a thing sir. Apart from the serious military tonnage floating around."
"Very well. Tell the Freddies we have two terrorists they can take their angst out on, who'll be shipped out in the morning when the weather clears up. Oh, and have the Warwick's divers blow what's left of the Puddle. What we got from it was quite useful, but I don't really want the Freddies to know we've got it. Plus we don't want anyone *else* to either."
"Aye Aye your Grace."

*FCHQ*

"Sir, its official. They have tw terrorists, and our satellites saw 'em pick up some of the remaining hulk of the F-32 out of the water. Some of the chemical warheads are in the water."

"Well, tell them TO STEER THE HELL CLEAR OF THEM, as the are FC property."

"Rogio, sir"

*F-32's*

"This is Lead, over the battleship. Yup, definately chemical weapons in the water."

"Roger, no action. Launch flares to signal your arrival."

*F-32's power over the battleship, ejecting 4 flares each*

<HMS Pendragon AA FireControl>
"I wonder if those Freddies'd be so keen to pop flares if they knew it silhouetted their jets so clearly Frank?"
"I should say OI, Nooo, nobody ever won a battle because the oppositions gunners' could see him clearly eh Mark?"
<HMS Pendragon Brige>
"The Freddies are warning us off collecting the chemical rockets in the water sir."
"Eh?"
"They're FC property apparently."
"Damn things contravene the UN ordinances on WMD. But we'll make the Iraq weapons inspectors and not see them because of politics eh Commander?"
"With all due respect sir.."
"Just kidding Commander. No, alright. Leave the rockets alone. the jet tucked in and secured?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Tell the Freddies they can collect the damn rockets should they so choose, but we're relaying a report to the UN *if* they lob anymore missiles at us. Should they choose not to and remove the buggers, they can go about doing so in the morning."
"Aye Sir. Er, what about the Drakkies? We're relaying from the LIDAR to their sensors..and the Freddies have shot at them, what if the Drakkies want to get some licks in?"
"Then we shall see Commander."

OOC: We are not in the UN :roll:

And I have said it wasnt me.

OOC yeah but no one's gunna believe you :P + I am in the UN, so I gotta play by their rules.

hehe

You do, I dont.

It was pretty convincing. And if you read my other RP, you would know some Rebels in my country stole several MA-10's from a runway at FCAF Broxburgh not long ago. It was myseriously armed with MAM Slammer missiles :shock:

"HMS Pendragon, this is the Admiral Kucherov. We are proceeding to the area to aid in picking up survivors. Please advise, over."
"Captain, we're detecting some unidentified airborne signals, very weak, short range. Dunno if they're real, but we've started a track, designate Flight One."
"Keep a close eye on them, they could be hostile stealth planes. What was the last satellite plot for that Freddy battlegroup?"
"Over five hundred nautical miles, but that was six hours ago. Don't the Freddies have some sort of new stealth plane or something? I remember reading that in Air Forces Monthly, I think."
"It's news to me. Tell the AA defence crews to increase readiness."

*F-32's*

All, the fighters break, one going straight ahead, the other 2 left and right.

They all begin flying sweeps over the area.

The 2st F-32, armed with modified JDAM's, goes straight down towards where the wreck of the Puddle is. It releases 2 JDAM's, before diving low over the waves. Diving over the HMS Pendragon, it flies off at top speed, Mach 2.3. The other remain.

The 2 JDAM's hit the water. Instead of exploding, the continue to sink. They eventually hit the bottom, where they explode, mangling the wreck of the Puddle. But, accidentally, 1 of the Chemical Warheads is puncured.

The Destiny after making its presence known dived to 1000 meters in order to remain circumspect... The crew listened with interest at the raging battle on the surface... The submarine had orders to not intervene unless attacked...

"Sonar reports two low-frequency explosions bearing two-six-zero, about the last position of that freighter."
"Shit! There must be a sub out there! We getting anything?"
"No, sir."
"Hammer them with active!"
"Four contacts, two subs, one near where the freighter went down, another near the Pendragon. Surface contacts are the Rapier and the Pendragon."
"Shit, which one is it? Get the chopper airborne in case we need to prosecute, and contact Navy HQ for support!"
"The chopper can't fly in this weather!"
"It'll have to, or we're screwed. And get the RBU's manned. Now!"

The other 2 F-32's continue to circle.

One drops several sonobuoys into the water, froma pod under one wing.

<HMS Pendragon Bridge>
"Well?"
"JDAMs sir. We watched them all the way in. No damage to any friendly units, the Freddie chemical warheads are gone but one has breached on the surface. CBW procedures have been instituted and we're functioning as a closed environment while we deal with the spill."
"Bloody hell. Freddies and their half assed warmaking. I bet their grandfathers never nailed a King vampire to the drawbridge still kicking and watched the sun come up. Humph."
"Probably not your Grace."
"Get the spill cleared up, make sure the Drakkies and Squishies are alright and if anymore bloody Freddies hove into view, give em a warning shot through the bloody canopy."
"Aye Aye your grace."

The Sonobuoys splatter on the surface, revealing 2 of the subs.

Captain, the FC have dropped sonobuoys...

Damn't, don't they already know we're here!?! Get me communications... I want to transmitt to every bloody vessel in this area about our presence...

Aye sir...

Within seconds a coded transmission is sent to every warship in the area

***Broadcast on all Channels***

This is the neutral submerged warship the Destiny... We are currently in this area in transit back to our base, when this shooting war began... We request that all nations involved respect our neutrality.

--Captain Joshua Taylor

On the bridge, the Captain went pale
"Shooting war?" he breathed. "Right, that's it. No communications from Naval Command?"
"No, sir."
"Those planes that flew over are probably the ones that fired on the freighter, and hit the Rapier. Spin up the Buks. All frequencies broadcast: unidentified fighters, this is the Admiral Kucherov. We have reason to believe that you may be involved in a pirate attack. Immediately cease all operations in this area and proceed outside a 100-km exclusion zone centred on the spot where the freighter sank. End transmission. All righ, boys, go to general quarters. If those planes come within ten klicks, splash 'em. we're not going the way of the Rapier."

May we reminf you that that freighter was OURS , we have the right to do WHT WE WANT TO IT!!

And the rapier was struck by renegade forces in Rebel hands, and was not called for by naval or aerial command. Also, out fleet was out of range when the apier was hit.

OOC: I know that, the people on the ship don't. They don't know anything. They're quite scared, they've landed themselves in the middle of a vey tense situation, and things have started exploding. I'd be shit scared, especially if I had a big expensive ship and lots of people to keep safe. I'm not gonna wait til confirmation comes, because confirmation could be a big hole in the ship, with lotsa dead people.

IC:
"Sir, the planes are refusing to leave the area."
"If they come within twenty klicks of this ship, shoot them."
"But sir, we're in international waters!"
"Yes, and I have reason to believe that these planes have committed an act of piracy or war and constitute an extreme threat to this ship. If they come close, or launch missiles, we shoot them down. Understood?"

"Are the fires under control," the First Officer asked a crewman, looking tired.

"Yes, sir," the crewman answered. "They've all been put out, damage control is still working, though."

"They'll be busy until be put into port," the First Officer responded.

Across the bridge the Captain watched the chaos continue a ways away where the frieghter had been sunk. The entire sea seamed to be crawling with ships and now aircraft were making arcs in the air.

At least, the weather had cleared, the Captain thought, looking at the bright blue sky, dotted with white puffy clouds. The sea was calm, but on board the Rapier and the other ships it still seemed like a storm. The sun had risen, but it still seemed like night. War, could easily come from this incident and all knew the fine line that they were walking (or rather, sailing).

"Finally," the Commication's Officer cheered. "I've got the communications back up."

The Captain looked over at the man. "Get us a status report from the Pendragon. Coordinate with them, and find out where the Swiftsure is."

"Uh, Captain," the First Officer said pointing off in another direction. The Captain followed his Officers finger and spotted frigate moving in.

"Good, good," the Captain responded not at all sounding happy. "Contact, Naval Command. Inform them of the situation."

He watch the frigate Swiftsure sail in slowly closing the distance between the ships. This was one bloody violent routine patrol, he thought to himself for the second time.

bump!

*runs over a possum*
BUMP

*F-32's*

"This is 221, we are bingo, RTB on Quebec, via waypoints NOVEMBER, INDIA and SIERRA."

"Roger, this is 222 and 223, RTB on Quebec via waypoints NOVEMBER, INDIA and SIERRA."

*The F-32's wing low over the Rapier, on their way east, on a high, round loop back to the carrier.*

***FC HQ***
-----Message to all---------

We did NOT commit that strike, it may have been a terrorist group or a whole other country. The facts are:

A) We sell MA-10's on a worldwide basis, and they have sold to many countries.

b) It was coming in from a flight channel over INTERNATIONAL waters, not over FC waters.

C) We have no reason to strike the great empire of Drakonian Imperium and the other fine nation shere.

D) You do not even know for certain the were MA-10's.

OOC: YOU CANNOT DICTATE THAT THE IFF BEACONS WERE ON.

So, everytime I launch a F*CKING strike, I BLOODY HAVE TO GO LIKE THIS:

IFF beacons off
Communications off
Radar off
Trackers off
Jammers off
Radio Silence

ALONG WITH A LONG LIST OF OTHER F*CKING STUFF.

NO!!!

Everything was off, you CANNOT dictate that.

Not what happens to other peoples stuff.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief. "The planes have left, and it turns out it was a terrorist attack. For a while there, I thought we had landed us in a full-scale war. Radio the Freddies: We understand entirely, and apologise for earlier rash statements. However, we would request that you inform us before any aircarft approach within fifty klicks. We also inform you that any unauthorised incursion into a five kilometre exclusion zone will be met with lethal force. We cannot afford to take risks with terrorists on the loose. We will proceed to the site of the attack and assist in any way possible. End transmission."
Suddenly, a cry arose from the deck. "What's happening?" the captain asked.
"Sir, people are dying on the deck."
"I noticed! Quick, seal the hatches, go to self-contained status. Issue a warning to all ships in the area, chemical agents may be live, the terrorists may have used them in their attack. And contact HQ again."

Due to the recent events near Britmattia in International Waters, the Imperium would like to ask that the Freedom Country Carrier group nearby hold position so that a thorough investigation can be conducted to assertain who's aircraft attacked the Imperial Destroyer, IDS Rapier. We would also like a list of nations that Freedom Country has sold MA-10s to.

Also, the Imperium would like to ask Britmattia for all of the data they collected on the aircraft that attacked the frieghter and the destroyer.

We are sure all parties, especially Freedom Country due to the loss of the freighter Puddle, are very interested in getting to the bottom of what happened out there and will cooperate with the Drakonian Intelligence Agency as they investigation incident.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

Item the First: We tracked what were visibly FA-10s in from international waters to a location 50 nautical miles from the incident.

Item the Second: The FA-10s then launched AAM and ASM missiles at respectively A. Our A-10 patrol in the air, downing one and killing the pilot.
B. The FC Freighter the Puddle, sinking it. C. An as yet unidentified submarine, damaging it enough to make it relatively noisy on sonar. It's still on scene but has not contacted us. D. The IDS Rapier, damaging it enough that we provided medical assist from the HMS Pendragon.

Item the Third: We've examined the possible launch radius of the FA-10s based on their known flight time, with or without drop tanks. Unless your terrorists also stole a fuel tanker aircraft, they definitely launched from somewhere near the FC.

Item the Fourth: Our F-15F Pilots, the 6th Air Combat Squadron, are an experienced combat unit, having recently seen action versus the Druze. In the Flight Leader's judgement manouveres like the FA-10s would have taken more training than most terrorists have, and the FA-10s, which were visible to the F-15Fs' radar, if not the AAM-RAMs, match the configuration of FC FA-10s, this may be because the terrorists have failed to modify them.

Item the Fifth: We intercepted heavy radio traffic between the FA-10s and radio stations operating within the FC. We are yet to decode these transmissions, but we are confident of the broadcast and recieve sources.

I, Andrew, Duke of Edinburgh, Commander of the Royal Forces, attest these findings as reported to me by:
Royal Britmattian Diplomatic Corps, John, Lord Ringo.
Royal Britamttian Military Intelligence, Thomas, Lord Clancy.

You know nothing, do you.

Stealth planes, such as the B-2, F-117 and F-22, have been proven to NOT be seen by F-15's until they are as close as 9 miles. NINE MILES.

I was 50 away, most radars cant see a small UAV from that distance, stealth or not.

Also, you CANNOT dicate what others aircraft do. My aircraft were on radio silence (they are on every mission they are sent out on), so no radio was heard, apart from when they left, up to 5 miles away from the airport (which was 500km AWAY from the combat zone). No radar can reach that far.

Also, I am neighboured by 2 nations, one on either side. Both are within the same ombat distance as me. And if you calculate right, since we are in the middle of International Waters, many nations are closer to us. If you remember, I dictate where the freighter was, and it was near the coat of Terepa, which is neighboured by several nations. We are in the middle of a goddamn corridor of nations.

So please, act like you never really saw 'em, cos strust me, its almost impossible.

<HMS Pendragon>
---Open Broadcast---
All RBN ships will be returning to port as of now, any further incidents in this location will be ignored. That is all. Pendragon out.

*apologizes for his long abscence*

Sick of being pinged by so many different people, the Beeblebrox sends out a maximum power sonar pulse, to clarify the tactical situation.

PING!

Slowly the destroyer, IDS Rapier, and the frigate, IDS Swiftsure, turned started their journey home. The sun shown down on both ships, it rays cutting through the sparatic white cloud cover, painting them red, pink, and orange as it made it's own journey toward the horizon.

After being repaired the Rapier would be back out to sea. With conflicts brewing in Al Anbar (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=85060) and the Drakonian ally Andaman and Nicobar (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=86159), it was likely that both the frigate and destroyer would be seeing combat very soon.

On the bridge of the Rapier the ship's Captain looked out over the waves, his thoughts falling on what had transpired.

"Sir." The Rapier's First Officer appeared at the Captain's side. "The Reports in from Naval Command. Freedom Country is claiming it was terrorist and not giving in to our demands for more information."

For a second, there was silence. "I guess we'll never know," the Captain stated, his gaze never wavering. "For sure, that is."

OOC: And that's a rap. Cue, Theme Song and Credits.

OOC: Um... Didn't this RP end?

OOC: Um... Didn't this RP end?

OOC: I think so.

Well it has now.....

dammit! RP over and I didn't even get to shoot anyone!!!!!!! :evil:

OOC sorry about leaving, i got tired of FC's stealthwanking. :evil: