Roycelandia
15-05-2004, 15:25
IRAF Glimmer Valley, Roycelandian Colony of Glimmer Twins
The Ground Crews had spent the morning winching the AT-42 Nuclear Torpedoes into the bomb bay of the Lancaster Bomber for the flight to Coral Palm Island, another of Roycelandia's colonies.
The AT-42 was one of the newer developments in Naval Warfare for Roycelandia- a 1kt Nuke in a Torpedo, ideal for taking out Capital Ships, Gigantic Submarines, and Undersea Research Facilities. As such, it was still classified, but initial tests were extremely promising. A live-fire demonstration was to be undertaken in one of the remote, abandoned islands well offshore from Coral Palm Island in the Pacific ocean, hence the flight on a Lancaster.
With the two torpedoes loaded safely in the bomb bay, the ground crew retreated to the warmth of the main hangar as the Aircrew came out of the Ops Room and clambered aboard the giant 4-engined Turboprop Bomber.
Given clearance to take off, the engines sputtered into life one by one, and the Lancaster hoisted itself of the end of the runway and turned south, to better weather and it's eventual destination.
Approximately 250 nautical miles North-West of Coral Palm Island
"Skipper, Number One Engine's overheating." The Flight Engineer looked up from his instruments. The flight had been totally uneventful, including two mid-air refuellings from a "Poseidon" AirTanker. Now, with less than an hour of flight time left before their destination, the outer Port engine was acting up.
"Ok, Shut it down, Spanners. We can manage just fine on 3. Adjust our ETA by another 15 minutes and let CPI know, OK?"
"Done and done."
WHUMP
"What the hell was that???"
"Birdstrike, Skipper- number 3 engine. We should be... uh-oh, she's trailing smoke."
"Birds? This far from land?"
"Probably an Amphibious Albatross. They're all over the show. And we're trailing smoke quite... FIRE! FIRE ON NUMBER THREE ENGINE!"
"Extinguishers on!"
"Fire's going... going... gone. Along with number three engine."
"We're going to be really late, you know that?"
"Thank you, Sparks. Notify CPI."
"Uh, Skip? The electrics are dead. The radio isn't working, and Number two and number four engines are losing power."
"Chances of making land?"
"Absolute Zero."
"We're losing altitude... number four engine gone. That bird must have knocked out one of the alternators, sending a surge through the electrics."
"We can't keep going on one engine- we don't have enough fuel."
"Jettison the Torpedoes, Skip?"
"No, they'll be easier to find if they stay with the plane. Ready the life raft and gather the emergency rations. Then assume Crash Positions..."
It wasn't long before the Lancaster pancaked into the clear blue waters of a coral lagoon somewhere in the Pacific. Clouds in the sky suggested Islands just over the horizon, but the crew of Four (Pilot, Navigator, Radio Operator, and Engineer) didn't have time to get exact bearings before taking to the Life Raft and watching as the bomber sank below the crystal blue waters.
"There should be land nearby- we should head there and wait for someone to come get us" Said the Navigator, a sensible course of action that was soon undertaken.
Coral Palm City, Roycelandian Colony of Coral Palm Island
"The Lancaster hasn't arrived yet, Sir" the Tower Radar operator commented 30 minutes later. "They've only got another hour and a bit's fuel left."
"If they don't arrive in two hours, notify the IRAF, AirSea Rescue, and IIS. And make sure the Media don't get wind of this. We need to make sure those Nuclear Torpedoes don't fall into the wrong hands..."
The Ground Crews had spent the morning winching the AT-42 Nuclear Torpedoes into the bomb bay of the Lancaster Bomber for the flight to Coral Palm Island, another of Roycelandia's colonies.
The AT-42 was one of the newer developments in Naval Warfare for Roycelandia- a 1kt Nuke in a Torpedo, ideal for taking out Capital Ships, Gigantic Submarines, and Undersea Research Facilities. As such, it was still classified, but initial tests were extremely promising. A live-fire demonstration was to be undertaken in one of the remote, abandoned islands well offshore from Coral Palm Island in the Pacific ocean, hence the flight on a Lancaster.
With the two torpedoes loaded safely in the bomb bay, the ground crew retreated to the warmth of the main hangar as the Aircrew came out of the Ops Room and clambered aboard the giant 4-engined Turboprop Bomber.
Given clearance to take off, the engines sputtered into life one by one, and the Lancaster hoisted itself of the end of the runway and turned south, to better weather and it's eventual destination.
Approximately 250 nautical miles North-West of Coral Palm Island
"Skipper, Number One Engine's overheating." The Flight Engineer looked up from his instruments. The flight had been totally uneventful, including two mid-air refuellings from a "Poseidon" AirTanker. Now, with less than an hour of flight time left before their destination, the outer Port engine was acting up.
"Ok, Shut it down, Spanners. We can manage just fine on 3. Adjust our ETA by another 15 minutes and let CPI know, OK?"
"Done and done."
WHUMP
"What the hell was that???"
"Birdstrike, Skipper- number 3 engine. We should be... uh-oh, she's trailing smoke."
"Birds? This far from land?"
"Probably an Amphibious Albatross. They're all over the show. And we're trailing smoke quite... FIRE! FIRE ON NUMBER THREE ENGINE!"
"Extinguishers on!"
"Fire's going... going... gone. Along with number three engine."
"We're going to be really late, you know that?"
"Thank you, Sparks. Notify CPI."
"Uh, Skip? The electrics are dead. The radio isn't working, and Number two and number four engines are losing power."
"Chances of making land?"
"Absolute Zero."
"We're losing altitude... number four engine gone. That bird must have knocked out one of the alternators, sending a surge through the electrics."
"We can't keep going on one engine- we don't have enough fuel."
"Jettison the Torpedoes, Skip?"
"No, they'll be easier to find if they stay with the plane. Ready the life raft and gather the emergency rations. Then assume Crash Positions..."
It wasn't long before the Lancaster pancaked into the clear blue waters of a coral lagoon somewhere in the Pacific. Clouds in the sky suggested Islands just over the horizon, but the crew of Four (Pilot, Navigator, Radio Operator, and Engineer) didn't have time to get exact bearings before taking to the Life Raft and watching as the bomber sank below the crystal blue waters.
"There should be land nearby- we should head there and wait for someone to come get us" Said the Navigator, a sensible course of action that was soon undertaken.
Coral Palm City, Roycelandian Colony of Coral Palm Island
"The Lancaster hasn't arrived yet, Sir" the Tower Radar operator commented 30 minutes later. "They've only got another hour and a bit's fuel left."
"If they don't arrive in two hours, notify the IRAF, AirSea Rescue, and IIS. And make sure the Media don't get wind of this. We need to make sure those Nuclear Torpedoes don't fall into the wrong hands..."