Vastiva
09-11-2004, 08:53
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“Well, we have SEAL teams training with their IDF counterparts at Hurghada, and the troopers of the 927th Corps have been down as far as Bir Shalatein, but we only have twenty-two reports of incidents. Considering how many ships crews and troopers we’re talking about, that’s very minor.”
“Well, they are Vastivan.”
“True, sir. Perhaps that’s why they agreed to this training exercise.”
“Possibly. XO, briefing.”
The tall officer tapped on his laptop; the table sprung to holographic life.
“It’s a simple exercise. IDF surface ships are going to set out from Aqaba and their submarines from Sharm El Sheikh. Our surface ships will begin near Aden, and submarines will deploy from Mocha. The objective is for our surface vessels to find their subs and prevent them from leaving the Red Sea, defined as 12’30” degrees latitude. Theirs is to find ours before they can get north of Uyun Musa.”
“Forces?”
“We’ve both agreed to limit our fleets and discount any land-based assets, as well as any permanently emplaced oceanic defenses. We both get to use drones to record the process, but the ones used to record can’t be used to detect. The fiddling is in the hard copy.” He touched a key.
“Submarine forces on both sides to be mixed diesel and nuclear, with at least five diesels. At least five of the submarines have to be SSGNs. Submarines cannot be used to find other submarines. Submarines are “killed” with a directed triple ping, following gaining a shooting solution on the boat. They must surface directly afterwards. Surface ships will have to endure a similar method for being disabled, but the game is evasion. A submarine pinging will show up quickly enough.”
He touched another. “Both fleet commanders may choose a total of twenty surface ships as the hunters, not including support ships which may not actively participate. One carrier maximum, we’ve announced we’re using the Argotha.”
“A deGaulle?” The Admiral stroked his chin. “That would make it look bad on the IDF if they used anything bigger.”
“But of course.” The XO smiled easily before continuing. “The fleet may deploy as it wishes, but we may not go north of Jiddah, and they may not go south of 20’ latitude.”
“Time limits?”
“It’s a five day operation in theater, with fleets having a one hour delay after submarine launches.”
“More then adequate, considering the distances. What are the projections?”
The XO cleared his throat. “Officially?”
“Unofficially.”
“We’re going to get our heads handed to us, but we should be able to get a few over the line. The Pierponts have the best chance, then the Kilos. If a Slinger makes it over…”
“You’ll lose a wager?”
The XO smiled again. “Well, aye sir.”
“Who did you bet?”
“Captain Zeiss.”
“Tableau?”
“Aye, sir.”
“You might lose. Buck is one of our better. He requested the transfer to a Slinger, from one of the Seawolves.”
The XO blanched a bit. “I wasn’t aware…”
“I do hope the wager wasn’t… excessive.” The Admiral nodded. “I’ll have a fleet roster in the morning. Who will be running the drill opposite?”
“We don’t know yet, sir. You’re supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow, to discuss and finalize the wargame.”
“Very well. Take the rest of the night off, gentlemen. We’ll assemble at 0800 for first briefing.”
A chorus of “Aye-aye, sir!” accompanied the Admiral departing the bridge.
***
“Well, we have SEAL teams training with their IDF counterparts at Hurghada, and the troopers of the 927th Corps have been down as far as Bir Shalatein, but we only have twenty-two reports of incidents. Considering how many ships crews and troopers we’re talking about, that’s very minor.”
“Well, they are Vastivan.”
“True, sir. Perhaps that’s why they agreed to this training exercise.”
“Possibly. XO, briefing.”
The tall officer tapped on his laptop; the table sprung to holographic life.
“It’s a simple exercise. IDF surface ships are going to set out from Aqaba and their submarines from Sharm El Sheikh. Our surface ships will begin near Aden, and submarines will deploy from Mocha. The objective is for our surface vessels to find their subs and prevent them from leaving the Red Sea, defined as 12’30” degrees latitude. Theirs is to find ours before they can get north of Uyun Musa.”
“Forces?”
“We’ve both agreed to limit our fleets and discount any land-based assets, as well as any permanently emplaced oceanic defenses. We both get to use drones to record the process, but the ones used to record can’t be used to detect. The fiddling is in the hard copy.” He touched a key.
“Submarine forces on both sides to be mixed diesel and nuclear, with at least five diesels. At least five of the submarines have to be SSGNs. Submarines cannot be used to find other submarines. Submarines are “killed” with a directed triple ping, following gaining a shooting solution on the boat. They must surface directly afterwards. Surface ships will have to endure a similar method for being disabled, but the game is evasion. A submarine pinging will show up quickly enough.”
He touched another. “Both fleet commanders may choose a total of twenty surface ships as the hunters, not including support ships which may not actively participate. One carrier maximum, we’ve announced we’re using the Argotha.”
“A deGaulle?” The Admiral stroked his chin. “That would make it look bad on the IDF if they used anything bigger.”
“But of course.” The XO smiled easily before continuing. “The fleet may deploy as it wishes, but we may not go north of Jiddah, and they may not go south of 20’ latitude.”
“Time limits?”
“It’s a five day operation in theater, with fleets having a one hour delay after submarine launches.”
“More then adequate, considering the distances. What are the projections?”
The XO cleared his throat. “Officially?”
“Unofficially.”
“We’re going to get our heads handed to us, but we should be able to get a few over the line. The Pierponts have the best chance, then the Kilos. If a Slinger makes it over…”
“You’ll lose a wager?”
The XO smiled again. “Well, aye sir.”
“Who did you bet?”
“Captain Zeiss.”
“Tableau?”
“Aye, sir.”
“You might lose. Buck is one of our better. He requested the transfer to a Slinger, from one of the Seawolves.”
The XO blanched a bit. “I wasn’t aware…”
“I do hope the wager wasn’t… excessive.” The Admiral nodded. “I’ll have a fleet roster in the morning. Who will be running the drill opposite?”
“We don’t know yet, sir. You’re supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow, to discuss and finalize the wargame.”
“Very well. Take the rest of the night off, gentlemen. We’ll assemble at 0800 for first briefing.”
A chorus of “Aye-aye, sir!” accompanied the Admiral departing the bridge.