Stevid
14-02-2005, 11:31
HMS Lion Heart Maxus Class Sub Hunter
Alarms rang out across the ship, crew were running to battle stations. A megaphone sounded.
“This is Captain Bellion to hands! The Lion Heart’s underwater sensors have detected and unknown submarine twelve degrees Starboard heading right for us. The sub has not followed standard Royal Navy protocols and is now considered hostile. No allied submarine is reported to be in this sector and the admiralty has confirmed this. All standard anti- submarine countermeasures are to be considered. This is not a drill! All hands to Action Stations!”
The once calm and brightly lit corridors were now flashing blood red lights. The bridge was dark, only the computer monitors penetrated the darkness. Unlike the rest of the ship, the bridge was calm; the occasional shout across the room above the bustle activity was the only thing out of place among the calmness.
The first officer was leaning over the radar operator staring at the screen observing a small red dot on a part green part black radar screen.
The radar operator turned to the first officer.
“It’s very faint,” he said pointing to the red dot. “The new SAMPSON underwater radar nearly missed it altogether, I had to wait for the second sweep before I could confirm the find. It almost doesn’t turn up on the screen itself.”
“Then you’ve got very good eyes lad. Keep me informed.”
The then walked over to missile control, a dark secluded corner on the bridge. It didn’t look like a vital console and this moment in time, and generally most of the time it wasn’t.
“Lt. Brigs, weapon status?” he barked.
“Fully operational sir! No faults detected we can launch a anti- sub VLS missile of your choice at any time sir.”
“Keep it up!” he turned to the captain’s chair “Everything sir!”
A tall grey haired man of about 54 years of age got up out his chair. He spoke as if his iron grip on the ship’s crew was immensely powerful. Over the megaphone he sounded a lot less like a 54-year-old man.
“Good.” He growled “Prepare to fire on my orders.”
“Aye sir!” shouted missile and convention weapons control. “Depth charges ready to go!”
“You may fire at will Lieutenant Brigs.”
Five barrels rolled off the back of the Lion Heart and plunged into the deep dark depths of the sea. Everyone on the bridge (and all over the ship for that matter) was silent and on edge. All those on the deck were crowding around the aft section of the ship wait for the huge plume of water that would erupt from the depths upon detonation.
Five explosions, five huge columns of water and 57 soaked crew members came only minutes after the launch of the charges.
The red dot on the radar screen disappeared as swiftly as it had appeared. The debris now came to the surface, as did parts of the control tower and the some of the crew.
The Lion Heart did not change her course, searching for survivors would have been a waste of time.
Alarms rang out across the ship, crew were running to battle stations. A megaphone sounded.
“This is Captain Bellion to hands! The Lion Heart’s underwater sensors have detected and unknown submarine twelve degrees Starboard heading right for us. The sub has not followed standard Royal Navy protocols and is now considered hostile. No allied submarine is reported to be in this sector and the admiralty has confirmed this. All standard anti- submarine countermeasures are to be considered. This is not a drill! All hands to Action Stations!”
The once calm and brightly lit corridors were now flashing blood red lights. The bridge was dark, only the computer monitors penetrated the darkness. Unlike the rest of the ship, the bridge was calm; the occasional shout across the room above the bustle activity was the only thing out of place among the calmness.
The first officer was leaning over the radar operator staring at the screen observing a small red dot on a part green part black radar screen.
The radar operator turned to the first officer.
“It’s very faint,” he said pointing to the red dot. “The new SAMPSON underwater radar nearly missed it altogether, I had to wait for the second sweep before I could confirm the find. It almost doesn’t turn up on the screen itself.”
“Then you’ve got very good eyes lad. Keep me informed.”
The then walked over to missile control, a dark secluded corner on the bridge. It didn’t look like a vital console and this moment in time, and generally most of the time it wasn’t.
“Lt. Brigs, weapon status?” he barked.
“Fully operational sir! No faults detected we can launch a anti- sub VLS missile of your choice at any time sir.”
“Keep it up!” he turned to the captain’s chair “Everything sir!”
A tall grey haired man of about 54 years of age got up out his chair. He spoke as if his iron grip on the ship’s crew was immensely powerful. Over the megaphone he sounded a lot less like a 54-year-old man.
“Good.” He growled “Prepare to fire on my orders.”
“Aye sir!” shouted missile and convention weapons control. “Depth charges ready to go!”
“You may fire at will Lieutenant Brigs.”
Five barrels rolled off the back of the Lion Heart and plunged into the deep dark depths of the sea. Everyone on the bridge (and all over the ship for that matter) was silent and on edge. All those on the deck were crowding around the aft section of the ship wait for the huge plume of water that would erupt from the depths upon detonation.
Five explosions, five huge columns of water and 57 soaked crew members came only minutes after the launch of the charges.
The red dot on the radar screen disappeared as swiftly as it had appeared. The debris now came to the surface, as did parts of the control tower and the some of the crew.
The Lion Heart did not change her course, searching for survivors would have been a waste of time.