Hogsweat
04-03-2005, 23:07
This is a closed RP between me and Praetonia. Tags and other such are appreciated.
The three vessels glided gracefully through the waters, the murky ocean lapping at the steel of the Destroyer, the Daring as crewman Pifosky leaned over the railings of the starboard side of the Type Sixty Two. He watched the blacks and the dark blues of the seas mix together and rock the vessel back and forth as it moved in a delta formation with the rest of it's squadron, the Daring at the head of the six destroyers. On it's right, the anti submarine destroyer, the Desolate, and to it's left the Type Twenty-Eight, the Desperate. Behind them, the Dragon and the Diamond, both Type 28's. Trailing behind was the Defender, another submarine warfare destroyer. They were on manouvres, in practice outflanking a carrier group that also belonged to the Soviet Union of Hogsweat. Pifosky cursed as he felt the first of millions of raindrops to fall in that hour. It hit his back, splashed, and then as he stood up straight more pattered down on top of his beret, on the deck, on the railings, and into the sea. Within seconds it seemed the heavens were opening and occasionally bolts of lightening would smack down into the unprotected seas and the lightening would spread itself over the vast behemoth known as the ocean and dissapear as quickly as it had came, accompanied by the clapping thunder and the dark, forboding clouds.
Pifosky watched the deck get wetter and wetter as he sipped his tea and took a hungry bite out of the warm toast. It sure was getting worse and worse outside.
Thhuuuud.
Pifosky winced, dropped his toast on the plate and looked outside from the superstructure porthole - there was a piece of metal on the deck. He put on his overcoat as a few other engineers were doing around him and with a sigh he opened the door pensively and took a step outside. Turning the corner, he could see that one of the ships IFF Recognisers had fallen off in the heavy rain and storm. One of his companions, Mazravic, attempted to pick it up and was met with a zapping sensation. It did not last, as Mazravic had let go of the piece of equipment.
"Damn. Well, Pifosky, go get the stuff. We'll take it inside and have a look."
Mazravic looked to the sky.
"Bloody weather."
Pifosky had already turned and was on his way, drenched with the cold, biting, rain, to the Engineer cabinet where he, remembering in a split second, tapped in the numbers for a keypad and the wall seemed to open. Pifosky was used to the drills and brought out a large plastic lassoo, or so it seemed, and trailed it outside. There the engineers attached it and they brought it into the workshop. After a brief report to the captain and an inspection it appeared that the IFF recogniser had been completely fried. Several chips had been inserted backwards and instead of repelling the lightening they accepted it and the short burst of electricity had fried the IFF systems... a checkup on all vessels in the formation discovered it had happened to all of them.
The storm was only getting worse, and as it scrambled the radar and such the ships were going blind.. the Datring, Desperate and Defender drifted off to the right, about two thirty to the formation and kept going. They were going completely blind, the fog was everywhere and it clouded the vessels and stopped eye contact within some twenty metres or similar amounts. Half of the formation had completely taken a wrong turning, if you will, and still continued to sail in the random direction....
The three vessels glided gracefully through the waters, the murky ocean lapping at the steel of the Destroyer, the Daring as crewman Pifosky leaned over the railings of the starboard side of the Type Sixty Two. He watched the blacks and the dark blues of the seas mix together and rock the vessel back and forth as it moved in a delta formation with the rest of it's squadron, the Daring at the head of the six destroyers. On it's right, the anti submarine destroyer, the Desolate, and to it's left the Type Twenty-Eight, the Desperate. Behind them, the Dragon and the Diamond, both Type 28's. Trailing behind was the Defender, another submarine warfare destroyer. They were on manouvres, in practice outflanking a carrier group that also belonged to the Soviet Union of Hogsweat. Pifosky cursed as he felt the first of millions of raindrops to fall in that hour. It hit his back, splashed, and then as he stood up straight more pattered down on top of his beret, on the deck, on the railings, and into the sea. Within seconds it seemed the heavens were opening and occasionally bolts of lightening would smack down into the unprotected seas and the lightening would spread itself over the vast behemoth known as the ocean and dissapear as quickly as it had came, accompanied by the clapping thunder and the dark, forboding clouds.
Pifosky watched the deck get wetter and wetter as he sipped his tea and took a hungry bite out of the warm toast. It sure was getting worse and worse outside.
Thhuuuud.
Pifosky winced, dropped his toast on the plate and looked outside from the superstructure porthole - there was a piece of metal on the deck. He put on his overcoat as a few other engineers were doing around him and with a sigh he opened the door pensively and took a step outside. Turning the corner, he could see that one of the ships IFF Recognisers had fallen off in the heavy rain and storm. One of his companions, Mazravic, attempted to pick it up and was met with a zapping sensation. It did not last, as Mazravic had let go of the piece of equipment.
"Damn. Well, Pifosky, go get the stuff. We'll take it inside and have a look."
Mazravic looked to the sky.
"Bloody weather."
Pifosky had already turned and was on his way, drenched with the cold, biting, rain, to the Engineer cabinet where he, remembering in a split second, tapped in the numbers for a keypad and the wall seemed to open. Pifosky was used to the drills and brought out a large plastic lassoo, or so it seemed, and trailed it outside. There the engineers attached it and they brought it into the workshop. After a brief report to the captain and an inspection it appeared that the IFF recogniser had been completely fried. Several chips had been inserted backwards and instead of repelling the lightening they accepted it and the short burst of electricity had fried the IFF systems... a checkup on all vessels in the formation discovered it had happened to all of them.
The storm was only getting worse, and as it scrambled the radar and such the ships were going blind.. the Datring, Desperate and Defender drifted off to the right, about two thirty to the formation and kept going. They were going completely blind, the fog was everywhere and it clouded the vessels and stopped eye contact within some twenty metres or similar amounts. Half of the formation had completely taken a wrong turning, if you will, and still continued to sail in the random direction....