NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is a open/serious RP. Anyone can join. Godmodders will be ignored. Please stick to the RP. Please have at least decent RPing abilities. Thanks!

IC:
We wish to alert the international community that one of our battleships, lead by Captain Mickey Johnson, has gone AWOL. They have dropped off our tracking system, as well has communication being lost.

Those around Mr. Johnson have said he has been acting strange as of late, and worry that he may now be planning something.

We wish to alert everyone that the ship, an Iowa-Class battleship, is fully armed, and had been modified to accommodate two nuclear torpedo's. There currently is one on the ship.

We ask your help in finding this ship, and taking control of it. Please no not attack it unless they fire upon you first. We prefer the crew be unarmed, the Captain brought in for questioning.

Thank you.

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On the battleship Halo
Somewhere Near Gibraltar Straight

"Jasper, get your fucking ass in here!" the Captain demanded, having already killed three of the men ahead of Jasper, the Lieutenant Commander. Jasper opened the door, clearly worried, shaking uncontrollably with fear.

"Y-y-y-yes Captain?" he stuttered out. "Well, you know what happens to those who don't obey my orders, correct?" Johnson asked, pointed his gun at Jaspers head. Jasper nodded, "Yes sir. What do you... need?" he asked, glancing at the three dead men next to him.

"Prepare the ship for battle. We're going to block the strait. Any ship that does not heed out warning and turn back will be destroyed. Is that clear?" he ordered. "Yes, it is clear." Jasper replied.

As Japser turned to leave, the Captain stopped him, "Oh, and you know what will happen if we fail at destroying the opposition?" Mr. Johnson asked. "You're going to kill me?" he asked in a near mutter. "Hahaha, well, close. In the end you'll be dead. But it will be painful, I assure you of that." he said. "Now, go, prepare the ship."

Jasper turned around, and upon reaching the door, four armed guards shoved him out the door.

On the battleship Halo
Somewhere Near Gibraltar Straight

Shortly after, the Captain recalled Jasper. As Jasper entered, Mr. Johnson asked, "Well, is the ship ready?" Jasper was suprised he asked so soon, he must know it takes longer than 15 minutes to fully prepare this ship. Nothing had been ready before hand. Nother. "Sir, no, it's not ready. It's only been..." the Captain pointed his gun at the Lt. Commanders head, "I'll ask you again. Is it ready?"

Jasper nearly fainted, but knew he couldn't. "Yes, it will be in a moment. Do not worry your self Captain. We're almost ready." he said. "Good, good. Once it's done, any ship that tries to pass will not be permitted through. We will give them a warning. The only way they will be allowed to pass is by paying us a fee of $500,000 USD. If they refuse, they must be turned away. If they ignore our warning and continue, destroy them. Even if it's a civilian ship. No one, and I mean NO ONE, gets through without paying us that money. Clear?" the Captain ordered in a booming, nearly yelling voice.

"Y-y-yes, yes it is Captain. I'll get right on it. We're wasting valuable time." Jasper said, quickly spinning around and hurrying out to speed up the preparations.

The 3rd Omega Battlegroup, which consisted of one of Cotland's four Omega class trimeran Battleships (purchased from Praetonia) and its assorted escort ships were under way towards their patrol area in the Mediterranian and would need to cross the Gibraltar strait. If they maintained their current course and speed (24 knots), they would be at the strait within twenty hours.

The leader of the battlegroup, Rear Admiral "Big" Joe Howe, sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Omega class battleship ICS "Cole Rotan" and read the latest intelligence reports. One of them stood out. 'A rouge battleship with a nuclear torpedo? My God.' The admiral got out of his seat and paced for a little while before walking over to the RADAR/LIDAR scope and checking the area. Several ships were near the Gibraltar, just as expected. It was nothing to worry about. After all, the rouge captain wasn't crazy enough to take on an entire battlegroup. Or were he?

OOC: Mind if I join?

OOC: Feel free to :) this should be fun...

Well I'll be damned, the Admiral thought. No word from ViZion for all these months, and now they let some friggin' nutcase get hold of a nuclear-armed battleship. He grinned....ViZ didn't screw up much, but when he did, it was a cluster-fuck of momentous proportions.

" Ensign, contact the Emperor. Our old buddy ViZion has popped up, and it's a serious situation. Tell him it may involve significant amounts of radiation..."

"Yessir, Admiral, right away."

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The Palace was abuzz with the news: ViZion was back, and he had a problem.
Alaric Tan'it, Emperor of Xeraph didn't know whether to be amused or furious.
" John, get in here and let's figure this out."
John Strickland, or rather, General Lord John Strickland, Supreme Commander of the Xeraphian Forces, was cleaning his antique Luger, but quickly put it away when he heard the tone of alarm in the Emperor's voice.
" It's that nuke-battleship, right?", he asked.
" Yeah, and the renegade is an unknown. Just went snapioca. And he thinks he can demand a half-million USD from every ship that wants passage thru the Straights."
Strickland paused for a moment, then said " Why not just a full frontal assault. There's not much that a nuke would damage there, if he was to set one off."
"Theyr'e nuclear torpedoes, John", the Emperor said. " They can be programmed to hit anywhere. And, if I'm not mistaken, those are the new torps that can double as a missile."
" Friggin' great," Strickland mumbled. " Now what?"
" I'm going to contact our people in Black Katana, and see what they can come up with."
" Ah, good idea. If they can't get us info, no one can."

The TU-26 "Backfire" Heavy Bomber, piloted by Captain Vasili Hanski of the Kelgradian Air Forces, was the first to encounter the rouge ship. Glancing down, Hanski spotted the massive ship making lazy circles around the mouth of the Straight. Hanski depressed the small red button on the front of his oxygen mask, as radio was the only way to talk to his co-pilot over the roaring engines. "Josef, look at this. 10:00 low. What the hell are they doing?" Josef Starvick, his co-piolt, raised his binoculars. "Beats me. Radio it back to base." Hanski nodded. "Doghouse, this is Black Lab, do you read, over?" "Roger, Black Lab, this is Doghouse. We read loud and clear. Over." "Umm, base, we are about 3 hours out from Waypoint Foxtrot, and we have a huge ship down in the bay, looks to be battle-ready, but is making some weird manuvers. Contact them, see if we can be of assistance, alright? Over." The tech back in Kelgrad locked into a satilite and broke through into the ship's radio. "Attention, unknown ship. You were spotted by a recon flight nearby who has expressed concern as to your situation. Do you need assistance? Respond on transponder 3, 1067.93. Over."

When Senior Admiral Koss was breifed about the rogue battleship he was slightly worried. "A rogue battleship with a nuclear torpedo? Were in some deep shit now." He thought to himself as he boarded the flagship of the small fleet. The NNS LiveWire, a Splinter-Class Battleship, the flagship of the 13th Fleet was being sent to the parimeter of the Gribalter Straight. The 13th Fleet consisted of
NNS LiveWire, a Splinter-Class Battleship (Slightly larger than a Yamaho)
2 Imperium-Class Battleships (Slightly larger than Iowas)
1 Arkayne-Class Escort Carrier
1 Vixan-Class CGN
1 Ticonderoga-Class CG
2 Linccess-Class DDG
3 Meszeran-Class DD
8 Gonear-Class FF

As they departed the docks, off the coast of the 3rd largest Navy Base of Nycton, in the island chain of Nyctania he gave the order to start open communications with Cotland.
"We must start planning."

" M'lord, the Emperor requires our assistance."

Ghenghiz, Lord of The Republic of The Black Katanas, glanced up at the messenger. " The renegade battle-ship, right?"

" Yes, M'Lord. Alaric wants to know more."

Of course he does, Ghenghiz thought. " Alright, get the squads currently on duty, and have them meet me at 1735 hours, ready to go."

" Go where, M'Lord?"

" Why, to Spain....where else can you go to save the world, and have a good meal afterwards?"

The TU-26 "Backfire" Heavy Bomber, piloted by Captain Vasili Hanski of the Kelgradian Air Forces, was the first to encounter the rouge ship. Glancing down, Hanski spotted the massive ship making lazy circles around the mouth of the Straight. Hanski depressed the small red button on the front of his oxygen mask, as radio was the only way to talk to his co-pilot over the roaring engines. "Josef, look at this. 10:00 low. What the hell are they doing?" Josef Starvick, his co-piolt, raised his binoculars. "Beats me. Radio it back to base." Hanski nodded. "Doghouse, this is Black Lab, do you read, over?" "Roger, Black Lab, this is Doghouse. We read loud and clear. Over." "Umm, base, we are about 3 hours out from Waypoint Foxtrot, and we have a huge ship down in the bay, looks to be battle-ready, but is making some weird manuvers. Contact them, see if we can be of assistance, alright? Over." The tech back in Kelgrad locked into a satilite and broke through into the ship's radio. "Attention, unknown ship. You were spotted by a recon flight nearby who has expressed concern as to your situation. Do you need assistance? Respond on transponder 3, 1067.93. Over."
"Captain, we got..." the Captain cut off the young man, "Do not reply. Only if a ship tries to pass do we communicate." he said. "Yes sir."

The ship continued its movements, keeping an eye out on the water for any ships headed their way. At one of the guns, a seaman stood there, acting as if he was shooting at the plane. Just as he aimed infront of it, he slipped, accidentally firing, though far enough infront of the plane at not to hit it. "FUCK!" he said, looking at the plane to see if he had hit it.

The data came in hot and fast, seems Vizion couldn't hold onto its own Battleships. Immediatly Admiral Kamov, busy with his Black Fleet, he had uttered a few simple words into the telephone reciever. "Send the Grey Storm." and that was the end of it.

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Already patroling the Atlantic, the Grey Storm was a merchant raider that packed the punch of a battleship. However, she would be used due to the fact she carried a platoon of SARTF soldiers, and two V-84T VTOL transports. The vessel made good speed at 35kts towards Spain, while an EB-15 AWACs took off from deep in Artitsa. She would be ready to provide situational awareness for the ship, and first detection, therefor surprise.

Surprise came in another fact that she looked like a Merchant Vessel from a distance... until you saw the 14" ETC cannons.

The Planning and Strategy Room was a murky, smoky miasma of stale cigarettes and sweat. You could cut the apprehension with a knife.

" OK, gentlemen, the situation is as follows. We have a renegade captain, name unknown, who flipped out, reason unknown, and is attempting to collect $500,000 USD from every ship that crosses his path, reason unknown.
The battleship is armed with two nuclear torpedoes, and he says he's going to use them if anyone tries to run by him."

" This info is accurate?" asked a colonel of the Kingdom of Auralinia.

" Yes, little as it is", answered Alaric of Xeraph. The Black Katanas paid a high price for that info. Two squads of 12 men each went aboard....eight didn't make it back,and Ghenghiz was severely wounded."

" So, what's the plan, Alaric?" It wasn't unusual in Xeraph to hear the Emperor called by his first name, as he had insisted that every citizen of Xeraph were an equal to the highest heads of government. One day, a street-sweeper took him up on it, and he'd been 'Alaric' to all of Xeraph ever since.

Alaric glanced at the staff-seargent who asked the question,and grinned. " Well, Sam, it appears that we have a stand-off on our hands. We can go in with guns blazing, and kill off about 75,000 Gibraltan citizens, or we can.......negotiate."

Several people stiffened at the "N" word. They all knew Alaric hated to negotiate. "Get it over with...right or wrong," was what they were always told to do.

"Er, uh, Alaric, this is a bit different. Those torps can be in any populated city in minutes if we push his buttons."

" True, and we're not in this alone. We need to restrain ourselves and ask the other nations' involved to join us in making a decision. Although I don't really see any alternative at this point."

" Destroy it?"

He looked at the seargent. " Yes, seargent............it appears that that's what we're gonna have to do. May God have mercy on all those souls......"

OOC: Xeraph, I'm sure it'll end up being destroyed, as well as many other ships, considering there's nuclear weapons on it, but please, don't just destroy it... ;) It'd like to have this turn into a big RP... :)

"Well, Captain. Looks like no ships wish to pass yet. No ships are coming our way yet." said Jasper, giving the Captain a thirty-minute update. "Looks like we can relax for a while." he said.

The Captain looked displeased, and once Jasper suggestion relaxing, his face turned stonefaced. "Relax? Re-fucking-lax?!" the Captain yelled. He pulled out his gun and fired four shots towards Jasper, the first one nicking his leg. "What the fuck was that for?!?!" Jaspered screamed in fright and pain. "That, Jasper, is what happens when you relax... Now get back to work." the Captain ordered. Jasper was quickly picked up by a guard and once again, shoved out the door.

"Relax..." the Captain muttered under his voice, "What was he thinking? Next time, we'll have another body to get rid of."

Yellow tracers zipped in front of the Backfire, far enough not to do any damage, but close enough to panic the pilots. "Oh fuck! Pull up, pull up!," Hanski screamed. "Doghouse, this is Black Lab, the unidentified ship has fired on us! Do you read?" The base technitian's voice came through his head set. "Roger, Black Lab, you have permission to engage. We reccomend guns, command wants this ship intact, if possible. Apparently it may bave a nuke on board. Do you read?" "Roger, base, going in with guns. Guns armed. Begining our run now."

ooc: Yeah, I want this to go on as long as it can. hanski and whats-his-name are toast, but I might try to send on some special ops guys later.

The 3rd Omega Battlegroup recieved new orders and increased their speed to 32 knots before changing course for Island. Something was brewing up there and the battlegroup was needed.

ooc: You don't want the ship destroyed. Then you don't need my 20" guns.. sorry.

Yellow tracers zipped in front of the Backfire, far enough not to do any damage, but close enough to panic the pilots. "Oh fuck! Pull up, pull up!," Hanski screamed. "Doghouse, this is Black Lab, the unidentified ship has fired on us! Do you read?" The base technitian's voice came through his head set. "Roger, Black Lab, you have permission to engage. We reccomend guns, command wants this ship intact, if possible. Apparently it may bave a nuke on board. Do you read?" "Roger, base, going in with guns. Guns armed. Begining our run now."
Seeing the bomber go into evasive manuvers directly after hearing shots fired, the Captain knew it was time to show off some firepower. He hit the alarm, and over the intercom, ordered, "Battlestations! Battlestations! Incoming bomber! Destroy it!"

The gunner who fired the first shot jumped up, and got back to the gun. Within seconds, six deck guns were blazing into the sky, while two missile launchers were being loaded with sea-to-air missiles. (OOC: As noted in my Big Book O' Facts, link in my signature, all our ships are armed to fight aircraft...)

The 3rd Omega Battlegroup recieved new orders and increased their speed to 32 knots before changing course for Island. Something was brewing up there and the battlegroup was needed.

ooc: You don't want the ship destroyed. Then you don't need my 20" guns.. sorry.
OOC: No, the ship can be destroyed, but let this RP last a while, not be over tongiht, lol)

CANADIAN NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY STATION
ViZion City, ViZion

Canadian Senior Intelligence Analyst, Zachary Bowers looked over the incriminating documents of a ViZionarian Naval Captain gone rogue, he drew several notes down on paper so he can be debriefed by President John Maybury.

Zachary Bowers was an intimidating man, he served as an Intelligence Officer for the Canadian Forces before his recruitment into the CNIA as a Field Operative. He was a big guy, clean-shaven and a bald head and given a light tan by the ViZionarian sun.

Senior Agent Bowers was incharge of the Canadian Intelligence Mission based in ViZion and headed the operation jointly with the Director of ViZion Intelligence (VZ). He stood to his feet as he put his files into the briefcase and headed for the transport helicopter waiting for him to bring him to the Presidential Building.

- Tag VZ -

The sky above the ship was instantly awash with machine-gun fire. The Backfire was a sturdy craft, but it wasn't invincible. The machine guns under the wings opened up, ripping apart the few men caught in their path on the forward deck. As the Backfire raced toward the ship, several slugs penetrated the forward armor and ripped through Hanski, killing him instantly. He slumped forward onto the control stick, locking the jet in a free fall, directly toward the ship. The jet carried two stingray anti-ship missles, still tucked safely inside the bomb-bay, and dormant. Starvick tried to pull up, but the corpse beside him was pinning the controls down. The jet screamed ofther the conning tower of the ship, missing by a few inches, and sent maassive waves washing over the deck as the missles detonated underwater.

CANADIAN NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY STATION
ViZion City, ViZion

Canadian Senior Intelligence Analyst, Zachary Bowers looked over the incriminating documents of a ViZionarian Naval Captain gone rogue, he drew several notes down on paper so he can be debriefed by President John Maybury.

Zachary Bowers was an intimidating man, he served as an Intelligence Officer for the Canadian Forces before his recruitment into the CNIA as a Field Operative. He was a big guy, clean-shaven and a bald head and given a light tan by the ViZionarian sun.

Senior Agent Bowers was incharge of the Canadian Intelligence Mission based in ViZion and headed the operation jointly with the Director of ViZion Intelligence (VZ). He stood to his feet as he put his files into the briefcase and headed for the transport helicopter waiting for him to bring him to the Presidential Building.

- Tag VZ -
*Assuming the flight was made, blah blah blah...*
"Hello Mr. Bowers! How are you today?" Asked Mr. Maybury as Mr. Bowers exited the helicopter. "As you well know, we have a grave situation right now. One of our battleships, who was out on a patrol, began going off course. We continually radio'd them without getting a single reply. Shortly thereafter, the Captain, a certain Mickey Johnson, sent us a message." With that, he gave the paper to Mr. Bowers.

It read:
Today is a God-given glorious day. For I shall forever be known in the history books. Nuclear war to end all wars and to destroy evil will ensue this grand campaign. God be willing!

"After that, we lost communication with them. They also dropped off our trackers and radar screen. They invisible except to the naked eye. We know nothing more but that there is one, possibly two, nuclear torpedo's, and the ship is filled to the brim in ammunition." he finished. "That is all we know."

The sky above the ship was instantly awash with machine-gun fire. The Backfire was a sturdy craft, but it wasn't invincible. The machine guns under the wings opened up, slaughtering the majority of the men on the forward deck. As the Backfire raced toward the ship, several slugs penetrated the forward armor and ripped through Hanski, killing him instantly. He slumped forward onto the control stick, locking the jet in a free fall, directly toward the ship. The jet carried two stingray anti-ship missles, still tucked safely inside the bomb-bay, and dormant. Starvick tried to pull up, but the corpse beside him was pinning the controls down. 'So this is how it ends. I hope the we are a bitch for these guys to clean up.' And with that, the massive bomber slammed into the ship.
OOC: Wowa, I was willing to forgive you about trying to say you killed a buncha my guys on the forward deck since you're new... please note, that's considered godmod, AKA cheating, if you try to claim you killed others. But, no, you cannot claim your plane smashes into my ship. That certainly is godmod. Your post is ignored, but since you're new, I wont ignore you. Please try redoing your post. :) Thanks!

OOC: Wowa, I was willing to forgive you about trying to say you killed a buncha my guys on the forward deck since you're new... please note, that's considered godmod, AKA cheating, if you try to claim you killed others. But, no, you cannot claim your plane smashes into my ship. That certainly is godmod. Your post is ignored, but since you're new, I wont ignore you. Please try redoing your post. :) Thanks!

I was just going to say that some guys were killed and there were some deck fires, not that the ship was taken out or anything. Sorry.

Senior Agent Bower walked beside President Maybury, "Can you be a gentleman and hold my briefcase while I go over the report thoroughly?"

The President took the briefcase with a firm nod of acceptance. Bower looked over to the President, "What was the latest known coordinates after your naval communications lost contact with the battleship? Because we can assist you with recon sattelites, that way."

The Chancellor was sitting at a heavy oak desk, pouring over recon photos of the ship, when the report came in. "Sir, we just lost Flight 242. They took fire and went down in the ocean. There were no survivors." "Very well. How soon can we get more air cover out there?" The captain looked grim. "Not for atleast 8 hours, sir. Most of the air force is still tied up bombing those troops in Kalinengrad. We can have a flight of our first strike bombers sent out, but that would leave us defensless in the event of a major threat." The Chancellor slammed his fist down, making all of the men in the room jump. "YOU DON'T CONSIDER A MADMAN WITH NUCLEAR CAPBILITIES A THREAT? Scramble the bombers. Have them land at Fort Reed and link up with some MiGs for protection. We are now operating at a state of full war." The captain saluted and left the room. 'My god, what is going on with this world?', Chancellor Sundberg thought bleakly.

I was just going to say that some guys were killed and there were some deck fires, not that the ship was taken out or anything. Sorry.
OOC: No prob... dont worry about it :) just lettin ya know... always tryin to help new RPers out...

The sky above the ship was instantly awash with machine-gun fire. The Backfire was a sturdy craft, but it wasn't invincible. The machine guns under the wings opened up, ripping apart the few men caught in their path on the forward deck. As the Backfire raced toward the ship, several slugs penetrated the forward armor and ripped through Hanski, killing him instantly. He slumped forward onto the control stick, locking the jet in a free fall, directly toward the ship. The jet carried two stingray anti-ship missles, still tucked safely inside the bomb-bay, and dormant. Starvick tried to pull up, but the corpse beside him was pinning the controls down. The jet screamed ofther the conning tower of the ship, missing by a few inches, and sent maassive waves washing over the deck as the missles detonated underwater.
OOC: just a tip, you could have left it at the part about it heading towards the ship... then I (or anyone in my position) can RP, say, blowing it up, or allowing it to hit, etc... :)
IC:
"Hit the deck!!!!" screamed one of the gunmen as he dove down. Everyone tried getting away from the area the plane may hit. Seconds later, a massive splash could be heard, followed by an explosion, and water shooting nearly 100 feet into the air, then soaking the deck. "Holy shit that was close!" said one of the other men on the deck. "Ya, no shit." said one of the gunners.

Immediately, the Captain got on the intercom, "Back to your battle stations, they know we're here now. Ships will be coming soon. Man your stations!"

Senior Agent Bower walked beside President Maybury, "Can you be a gentleman and hold my briefcase while I go over the report thoroughly?"

The President took the briefcase with a firm nod of acceptance. Bower looked over to the President, "What was the latest known coordinates after your naval communications lost contact with the battleship? Because we can assist you with recon sattelites, that way."
"We lost them due east of the strait exactly 98.3 miles." replied (err, sorry, I don't know the coordinates of the area...) "But, they were heading straight for the strait. This is going to get messy."

"I am sure I can get the Department of National Defense to lend us several recon sattelites to spot where your missing battleship. Do you know of any possible targets that the Captain Johnson may target?"

Grans Admiral Togtmam, Supreme Commander of the entire Imperial Deltan Military, arrived on the bridge of his flagship, the nuclear-powered Iowa-class battleship I.D.S. Avenger. "Report", he said. "Sir, we have intercepted a message transmitted by ViZion. They have a rogue battleship armed with a nuclear torpedo on the loose", reported Commander Hawk. "What kind of ship", asked the Admiral. Hawk responded, "an Iowa-class battleship sir. They have no idea where it might be or where it's going." "Relay that message to the Emperor at once!" Togtman ordered. "Then signal all ships, BATTLESTATIONS." Commander Hawk was confused, "all ships, sir? You mean..." "That's what I said, Commander. All ships. The entire Imperial Navy. We must be prepared in case that rogue battleship apears in our waters."

Four vague outlines appear on the horizon. The Javean merchantman Mediocrity and her escort of a Yuri class destroyer and two Kora class corvettes are carrying an important scientist known only as "Billy Bob". Within his mind is the only blueprint for a prototype JRW (Javean Robotics Works) processing core, and it is vitally important to the scientific community that he safely reach his destination of Desatra.

Several flashes could be seen on the far horizon...


Bridge of the Belial Destroyer

The moment he caught sight of the Belial Captain Ulong knew he was way out of his league. A man of his naval experience deserved such a position...or so he told himself. Many a fish lost its life in his old trawler's nets back in the day, and really...in peace times, you see more bloodshed on a fishing boat than a warship. A string pulled here and there had gotten him his most recent assignment, and he'd be damned if he let some green punk 20 years his junior command him about.
The task of escorting the Mediocrity was his first assignment as captain, and everyone knew it'd be a cakewalk. Usually merchantmen were given a UFAC or two at the most as escort, so Ulong suspected he was being tested. The crew groaned whenever he wasn't within hearing distance -- they wanted some real action, not this escort bs. Sometimes they didn't seem to care if he overheard or not.

The flashes were unnoticed by most of the crew, but the few who weren't intoxicated or sleeping welcomed the distraction from their mundane lives.

"*cough* ..uh...'Sir'...," the distaste dripping from the ensign's lips, "I do believe that was an explosion on the horizon."

Awaking in a pool of his own drool, Captain Ulong paused for a moment to gain his bearings. "Figures..." he grumbled to himself. He'd been eagerly awaiting some action for the first 79 hours of the voyage, and had only just fallen asleep.

Radar/Comms chimed in. "Sir? For a few seconds there appeared to be some sort of engagement bearing 278 degrees, but nothing's showing up on radar."

Ulong stared blankly out the window. "Carry on." he stated, before unceremoniously plopping his head back into the shiny pool.

*BWOOOMB*

"What was that?!?"

Comm's mate Quinn was in no position to answer; she was currently rolling on the deck in extremes of pain.

"Kelly, Achmed, get her out of here." barked Captain Kerridor. The VSS Frank Burns had been holding position at the bottom, performing routine reconaissance of the channel. It had been quiet - so quiet, the Captain had let his guard lapse.

That mistake wouldn't happen again.

"XO, status?"

Commander Sahab Entravii gave his Captain twelve seconds of silence before answering, his attention far more on a playback - with the muffler turned on.

"Sir, we have multiple small detonations, followed by several larger ones going off above us. ScanSet says torpedoes or missiles detonating. There are several large vessels moving above us... from several directions. Mostly inbound."

"Frack! COMSAT? ELWAS?"

"Too deep for a COMSAT feed, sir. Nothing on ELWAS from IDF."

Kerridor listened to the creeks and groans - mostly imaginary - around him. The Halibut-class vessel was rated for this, but hardly in the best position. And what in frack-hill was going on up there?

A click and a decision were made at the same time.

"Torpedo room, Load Dolphin tube one."
"Aye-aye, sir!"

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OOC: Yes, I've set one of my submarines generally under the lunatic with the nuke (near the bottom of the Straits), and I'm about to launch what most will probably see as a torpedo if they see it.... this should be fun. The sub is entirely expendable.

"I am sure I can get the Department of National Defense to lend us several recon sattelites to spot where your missing battleship. Do you know of any possible targets that the Captain Johnson may target?"
"This would be a welcome move, but it will take a while, wouldn't it?"

Four vague outlines appear on the horizon. The Javean merchantman Mediocrity and her escort of a Yuri class destroyer and two Kora class corvettes are carrying an important scientist known only as "Billy Bob". Within his mind is the only blueprint for a prototype JRW (Javean Robotics Works) processing core, and it is vitally important to the scientific community that he safely reach his destination of Desatra.

Several flashes could be seen on the far horizon...


Bridge of the Belial Destroyer

The moment he caught sight of the Belial Captain Ulong knew he was way out of his league. A man of his naval experience deserved such a position...or so he told himself. Many a fish lost its life in his old trawler's nets back in the day, and really...in peace times, you see more bloodshed on a fishing boat than a warship. A string pulled here and there had gotten him his most recent assignment, and he'd be damned if he let some green punk 20 years his junior command him about.
The task of escorting the Mediocrity was his first assignment as captain, and everyone knew it'd be a cakewalk. Usually merchantmen were given a UFAC or two at the most as escort, so Ulong suspected he was being tested. The crew groaned whenever he wasn't within hearing distance -- they wanted some real action, not this escort bs. Sometimes they didn't seem to care if he overheard or not.

The flashes were unnoticed by most of the crew, but the few who weren't intoxicated or sleeping welcomed the distraction from their mundane lives.

"*cough* ..uh...'Sir'...," the distaste dripping from the ensign's lips, "I do believe that was an explosion on the horizon."

Awaking in a pool of his own drool, Captain Ulong paused for a moment to gain his bearings. "Figures..." he grumbled to himself. He'd been eagerly awaiting some action for the first 79 hours of the voyage, and had only just fallen asleep.

Radar/Comms chimed in. "Sir? For a few seconds there appeared to be some sort of engagement bearing 278 degrees, but nothing's showing up on radar."

Ulong stared blankly out the window. "Carry on." he stated, before unceremoniously plopping his head back into the shiny pool.
"Captain, we..." one of the young men began to speak as they saw ships appearing on the horizon, as well as radar. "Yes, yes, I know." the Captain said. He swiftly walked over to one of the radios. "I need to communicate with that ship. It's to bright to use the lights right now." the Captain said.

After a moment of figiting with the radio, it was ready. The Captain began to speak.
"Unidentified ships. You are ordered to stop at your present position. You are being ordered to turn around, or pay a fee of $500,000 to pass through, per ship. If you do not obey our ordered, or dare to fire upon us, within a moment of this message, you will be destroyed. Keep in mind, we have a number of nuclear torpedo's on this ship, and if we go down, there will be no strait left, nor will you remain on this planet. You have 60 seconds to choose. Out." The Captain stood there, a sly grin creeping across his face.

*BWOOOMB*

"What was that?!?"

Comm's mate Quinn was in no position to answer; she was currently rolling on the deck in extremes of pain.

"Kelly, Achmed, get her out of here." barked Captain Kerridor. The VSS Frank Burns had been holding position at the bottom, performing routine reconaissance of the channel. It had been quiet - so quiet, the Captain had let his guard lapse.

That mistake wouldn't happen again.

"XO, status?"

Commander Sahab Entravii gave his Captain twelve seconds of silence before answering, his attention far more on a playback - with the muffler turned on.

"Sir, we have multiple small detonations, followed by several larger ones going off above us. ScanSet says torpedoes or missiles detonating. There are several large vessels moving above us... from several directions. Mostly inbound."

"Frack! COMSAT? ELWAS?"

"Too deep for a COMSAT feed, sir. Nothing on ELWAS from IDF."

Kerridor listened to the creeks and groans - mostly imaginary - around him. The Halibut-class vessel was rated for this, but hardly in the best position. And what in frack-hill was going on up there?

A click and a decision were made at the same time.

"Torpedo room, Load Dolphin tube one."
"Aye-aye, sir!"

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OOC: Yes, I've set one of my submarines generally under the lunatic with the nuke (near the bottom of the Straits), and I'm about to launch what most will probably see as a torpedo if they see it.... this should be fun. The sub is entirely expendable.
"Sir! Our radar! We're detecting sounds becoming from below!" yelled the young man at one of the radars. "Submarines. Damn them. Alright, time to depth charge. Hurry! Depth charge!" yelled the Captain, once again sound the alarm. Over the intercom, "Depth charge! Depth charge! Submarine below us!" he yelled.

Within two minutes, the splashes began, one after another, after another, 7 seconds apart.

Commodore Tirazov had been in direct communications with the EB-15 Arkbird for sometime now, which had been monitering the Iowa Class Battleship. That paticular class was smaller than any battleship in the Artitsan Navy, but it was still bigger than the Grey Storm.

The 14" ETC guns did outrange the Iowa however, and Tirazov believed they still had the element of surprise. A single V-84A took off from the airpad, and headed out towards the battleship, followed by a V-84T carrying 12 SARTF soldiers. They flew in low and fast, waiting for the Iowa to make the first move.

Commodore Tirazov had been in direct communications with the EB-15 Arkbird for sometime now, which had been monitering the Iowa Class Battleship. That paticular class was smaller than any battleship in the Artitsan Navy, but it was still bigger than the Grey Storm.

The 14" ETC guns did outrange the Iowa however, and Tirazov believed they still had the element of surprise. A single V-84A took off from the airpad, and headed out towards the battleship, followed by a V-84T carrying 12 SARTF soldiers. They flew in low and fast, waiting for the Iowa to make the first move.
"Sir..." one of the men said as the Grey Storm came onto radar, "Another ship." he finished. "Good, good, communications..." the Captain said.

Just as communications were ready, "SIR! A plane (helicopter?) incoming! I think they may have come from the ship that just appeared on radar! It's coming from that area!" he said quickly, clearly a little worried.

“Sound the alarm. Let’s start moving towards the ship. Don’t fire upon the plane unless they make the first move. Full speed! Prepare the nuclear torpedo!” the Captain said.

“Now, to my message…” he mumbled, walking back over to the radio.

”Order your plane back. We will attack if you continue your aggressiveness. If you wish to pass through the strait, you must pay a fee of $500,000, or you will not be permitted to pass and are ordered to turn back. We do have nuclear torpedo’s, do not force us to us them.”

The nuclear torpedo was currently being loaded and readied to fire if forced to use.

The ULCC 'Oceanic Adventurer' was on the final leg of an arduos journey, storm after storm had wracked theship damaging its sattelite communications gear

Sir! Radar shows a large ship in the starights, looks like its trying to blockade the straight.

Hail it.

::To Unknown vessel::

This Is Oceanic Adventurer to Unknown Vessel, please respon, we have a full load of crude oil being transported to nations beyond your apparent blockade, please advise as to your disposition and be aware that damaging or destroing us will cause untold ecological damage and will be considered an act of war againt the Mondothian Government.

[PAUSED]
I'm "pausing" this RP until the 27th, as I'm going to bed now and tomorrow at 3:00 am I'm going to New York... wont be back til the 27th... sorry! Gonna have to wait til then!

"This would be a welcome move, but it will take a while, wouldn't it?"

"I have to speak with the proper authorities through a secure phoneline with the Secretary of Defense to see if he can have strategic poistioning recon sattelites head over toward the strait. At the time being, I do not know the time constraints. However, I'll be giving Secretary Harding a full report that two of your nuclear weapons arsenal are missing. This is a threat to the people of the world."

yea, thats where youll find the ship, and all you wankers.

"Captain, we..." one of the young men began to speak as they saw ships appearing on the horizon, as well as radar. "Yes, yes, I know." the Captain said. He swiftly walked over to one of the radios. "I need to communicate with that ship. It's to bright to use the lights right now." the Captain said.

After a moment of figiting with the radio, it was ready. The Captain began to speak.
"Unidentified ships. You are ordered to stop at your present position. You are being ordered to turn around, or pay a fee of $500,000 to pass through, per ship. If you do not obey our ordered, or dare to fire upon us, within a moment of this message, you will be destroyed. Keep in mind, we have a number of nuclear torpedo's on this ship, and if we go down, there will be no strait left, nor will you remain on this planet. You have 60 seconds to choose. Out." The Captain stood there, a sly grin creeping across his face.

As the message played on the bridge speakers, an eerie silence descended on all present. Captain Ulong groggily stumbled over to Comms. "Patch me through to our ships."
Comms flicked a switch and nodded.
"Neverhal, you are to continue along the planned route to Desatra with the Mediocrity. Captain Mull, I'm placing you in command until either I tell you otherwise or you are relieved at Desatra. The Belial and Trabadeur will be breaking off to investigate a possible terrorist plot against the Javean Corporates. Ulong out."

[PAUSED]
I'm "pausing" this RP until the 27th, as I'm going to bed now and tomorrow at 3:00 am I'm going to New York... wont be back til the 27th... sorry! Gonna have to wait til then!

OOC: Xeraph, I'm sure it'll end up being destroyed, as well as many other ships, considering there's nuclear weapons on it, but please, don't just destroy it... ;) It'd like to have this turn into a big RP... :)


OOC> don't worry. just setting the stage. we need to have: 1...a consensus among all nations involved, 2...what all of the nations will do individually BEFOREHAND. we need to know so we don't get in each other's way. I think there should be one of the torps destroying a city somewhere, and when the second one is launched, we intercept it before it hits. This is in addition to the gradually escalating attacks on the rogue ship. Or something like that.. :rolleyes:

In the Special Actions Room (Presidential Residence)

Prime Minister Herbert had been monitoring the situation for several days; and had realized that covert action had to be taken to preserve the relative peace that could be destroyed by the renegade Captain and his antics. "Adm. Horne how long would it take to send a Fast React Force that consited of a Tri Carrier and a special operations detachment to the last known location of the Halo?" Prime Minister Herbert asked. "Well, Sir we could have a group there in two day but the weather is getting bad so I would shoot for four." Adm. Horne stated. 'Very well, activate the Alpha Team and you have my permission to launch Fast Reaction Group 12. That is all dismissed."

Admiral Moranis studied the reports, then studied them again. "We're only going to get one shot at this," he thought. " That renegade captain is seriously unstable, and he will push the button."
" Chief, where exactly is the AWOL ship now?"
" Sir, it's approximately 20 miles due east of the Straits, circling irregularly. There doesn't seem to be much activity on the deck at this time, possibly due to the stranglehold he has on the crew."
"OK, lets put the 163rd CBG just west of the Straits, blockade formation. If he comes at us, we'll have no choice but to engage him. We'll leave him alone otherwise, for now. When and if the Emperor says to hit him, then and only then will we do so."
" Aye, sir, the 163rd is on it's way."

OOC: I hope you don't mind me making my introduction while this is paused, if not just ignore it and I'll post agian later.

Nexus Hall, Downtown SoaH City
In a hevily guarded, dark, windowless room, SoaH's leader and revolutionary sat at a massive computer console. He'd been intecepting all communications personaly since the AWOL Battleship had been reported. He knew now was the time to make himself known to the world, and he would do so by assisting in the takedown of a madman. The leader, 13 year old Councilman Keaton Prower, pressed a button on his control console. "It's time. Launch the rocket men," he spoke softly, with a slight smirk.

Mecca Forrest Military Outpost

Meanwhile, deep in Mecca Forrest, two rockets soared into the sky, to the edge of the straight, as that same millitary base sent out a message. "This is The Democratic Republic of SoaH, you have been labeled a terrorist and a global threat by SAF and have two extremely hevily armed soldiers heading directly for your vessel. Surrender now and you just might live. Out."

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Intra departmental communications for the Office of Wartime Affairs of the Republic of Bob gog gog
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From:
Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet

To:
Foss Anging
Secretary of the Exterior


Attached are newswire and intelligence data regarding a rogue foreign Navy vessel.




Pleased with your prompt reply,



Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet

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Intra departmental communications for the Office of Wartime Affairs of the Republic of Bob gog gog
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From:
Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet

To:
Foss Anging
Secretary of the Exterior


Attached are newswire and intelligence data regarding a rogue foreign Navy vessel.




Pleased with your prompt reply,



Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet



OOC: sheesh, if i have more than one fleet- they must be made of bathtub toys! (:

OOC:Mind if the Heart of Armmaggedon(HOA)(Sometimes known as the Red Tide Mafia) finds the ship and tries to purchase a nuclear torpedo(just to remove the warhead and place it on one of their FROG-7 missiles).

IC:Although the Red Tide Goverment had no bone with the problem(tending to keep out of other peoples buisness), the HOA found this as a great opportunity. Appearing on radar of all the vessels were 3 Mi-17 Transport Helicopters, one modified to be loaded with electronic equipment, the other two containing HOA Thugs... and cash. They apopeared to stop, there was a pause for a few minutes, then a encoded message was sent to the battleship, "Attention, Battleship HALO, yes we know your ships name, we have a proposition. We are aware that your ship is carrying nuclear tipped torpedos. We are proposing a purchase of one or more of these torepedos. With a offer of 50 million United States dollars per torepedo. We await your response."

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Intra departmental communications for the Office of Wartime Affairs of the Republic of Bob gog gog
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From:
Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet


To:
Captain Gimmets of BgN Slender BB



Attached are detailed orders.

Here is a summery:

Transfer your command to BgN Griffin DDG.

You are to have the following support:
2 FFGs.
1 FFR.
6 PGs.
1 AD.
1 AOE.
1 AH.

Proceed to the attached coordinates.

We will be airlifting negotiators to your vessel within 72 hours.

While it's unlikely that we will be of great assistance during this crises, it is mandatory that we show strength and support to those who are most affected by these unfortunate events.

Godspeed.




Pleased with your prompt reply and acceptance,



Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet



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OOC: got the above fancy designations from http://www.nvr.navy.mil/class.htm

Also, BgN means Bob gog Navy

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"Sir! Our radar! We're detecting sounds becoming from below!" yelled the young man at one of the radars. "Submarines. Damn them. Alright, time to depth charge. Hurry! Depth charge!" yelled the Captain, once again sound the alarm. Over the intercom, "Depth charge! Depth charge! Submarine below us!" he yelled.

Within two minutes, the splashes began, one after another, after another, 7 seconds apart.

OOC: *looks over glasses at you* Sheesh, Viz, give it a sec to develop. Your ship isn't the one who the "torpedo" would be headed towards.

Kelgrad International Airport, recently seized for military operations.
The Chancellor was onhand to watch the 10 Bear bombers and their 15 MiG-29 fighters take off, headed towards the Straight of Gibralter. Each bomber was armed with a 2 Kelt missles. The number of bombers was not necissary for one battle ship, but the Chancellor knew that navies from all over the world were assembling in the region, and he wanted them all to see Kelgrad's might at work. Chancellor Sundberg turned to his aide. "Ready a message for the heads of government in Imported_viZion, tell them that we will no longer be attempting to take the ship intact. We will make every effort to sink the ship with the warheads intact, but our main priority is now to avenge the pilots of flight 242. Our Kelt missiles can be fired from far enough out that our bombers will be safe, but a few of the missiles are expeced to be lost to gunfire or other countermeasures. Send the message immediately." His aide saluted and left for the nearest computer.

This is battle fleet six 0 one niner of the Survo armed forces calling. we have sited one of your ships and he is not respondin.... DAMMIT!!! SOS SOS!! HE HAS FIRED EVAC EVAC!! SOS SO.......

ooc: Kelt missles are powerful and really fast, but they are very, very big. They are mostly used as distractions these days, made up to appear on radar to be planes. If the rouge battleship has anti-missle Vulcan guns, you can expect them to take out about 35% of them. Just so you know.

OOC: I'm back from NYC, but I'll post in about an hour or two (we're going out to eat and doing a couple other things..)

As the message played on the bridge speakers, an eerie silence descended on all present. Captain Ulong groggily stumbled over to Comms. "Patch me through to our ships."
Comms flicked a switch and nodded.
"Neverhal, you are to continue along the planned route to Desatra with the Mediocrity. Captain Mull, I'm placing you in command until either I tell you otherwise or you are relieved at Desatra. The Belial and Trabadeur will be breaking off to investigate a possible terrorist plot against the Javean Corporates. Ulong out."
"Captian... they are continuing. The radio is ready..." said one of the men at the radios. "Oh, no, no radio. Looks like talk wont do anything. Let them get into range... and blast them to hell." the Captian ordered.

OOC: I hope you don't mind me making my introduction while this is paused, if not just ignore it and I'll post agian later.

Nexus Hall, Downtown SoaH City
In a hevily guarded, dark, windowless room, SoaH's leader and revolutionary sat at a massive computer console. He'd been intecepting all communications personaly since the AWOL Battleship had been reported. He knew now was the time to make himself known to the world, and he would do so by assisting in the takedown of a madman. The leader, 13 year old Councilman Keaton Prower, pressed a button on his control console. "It's time. Launch the rocket men," he spoke softly, with a slight smirk.

Mecca Forrest Military Outpost

Meanwhile, deep in Mecca Forrest, two rockets soared into the sky, to the edge of the straight, as that same millitary base sent out a message. "This is The Democratic Republic of SoaH, you have been labeled a terrorist and a global threat by SAF and have two extremely hevily armed soldiers heading directly for your vessel. Surrender now and you just might live. Out."
OOC: It's fine, I just didn't want 60 pages of new roleplay for me to have to respond to... lol
IC:
The Captain listened to the radio message. He turned to the one of the men at the radios. "Yes sir." After a moment, it was ready for him to communicate. "Well, nice to meet you, too, SoaH. I'm so scared that we have been labeled a terrorist threat. The ship it just shaking because I'm so scared." Laughter could be heard in the background as the men in the room cracked up. "Look. You don't honestly was your people to be slaughtered here, and then have our ship head for your nation with nuclear weapons, do you? After all, we would much rather play battleship. But then again, I guess the game 'Nuke The Enemies' isn't a boring game, either." In the background, a roar of laughter broke out again. "But, alas, I guess you will do what you want. We'll be awaiting you in whichever form you come in. Out." Communications were cut as th Captain sat back, quite happy of his message, waiting for some ships to engage in or some land to turn radioactive.

3rd Escort Fleet, Convoy Duty, Strait of Gibraltar

A full ten ships, including a Lion Class Cruiser, four Praefele Class Destroyers and five Jupiter Class vessels, was steaming gracefully towadrs the Strait of Gibraltar. This was an odd occurance indeed that the Imperium would choose to escort her convoys so outside of wartime, but the Strait of Gibraltar had long been an unstable area of the world, and it was deemed necessary. Besides, it was a good source of lowish-risk on-duty training for new recruits.

Captain Gregorius Tallarn, commander of this particular fleet, was asleep. It was a hot Mediterranean afternoon, and there was nothing happening here. On the bridge of the lead ship, the cruiser, there a rare burst of activity. The radar arrays of the PWS Puma had just spotted something rather large, although not too large, on radar.

"It matches the radar signature of an Iowa Class Battleship, sir," the young Midshipman informed the Lieutenant he had just called over to his station.

"Hmmm... we shall have to wake the Captain," the man said, sadly. He didn't like waking the Captain. It would mean they'd have to do something.

Ten minutes later the Captain was on deck, adjusting his scruffy uniform.

"What is it, Polus?" he addressed the Lieutenant.

"It appears to be an Iowa Class Battleship, in the middle of the Strait."

"Hmph," the Captain snorted, indicating what he thought about Iowa Class Battleships and being woken up in general, "Ignore it. I'm going back to sleep."

OOC:Mind if the Heart of Armmaggedon(HOA)(Sometimes known as the Red Tide Mafia) finds the ship and tries to purchase a nuclear torpedo(just to remove the warhead and place it on one of their FROG-7 missiles).

IC:Although the Red Tide Goverment had no bone with the problem(tending to keep out of other peoples buisness), the HOA found this as a great opportunity. Appearing on radar of all the vessels were 3 Mi-17 Transport Helicopters, one modified to be loaded with electronic equipment, the other two containing HOA Thugs... and cash. They apopeared to stop, there was a pause for a few minutes, then a encoded message was sent to the battleship, "Attention, Battleship HALO, yes we know your ships name, we have a proposition. We are aware that your ship is carrying nuclear tipped torpedos. We are proposing a purchase of one or more of these torepedos. With a offer of 50 million United States dollars per torepedo. We await your response."
The Captain sat back, quite smug that someone finally was smart enough to know a bit more about their ship than that where was something nuclear on their ship and that they were rouge. He was also interested in this proposition. He decided to make a reply.

"Hello Red Tide. About your proposition. As is, we will not accept. However, if you are willing to send a couple of ships to our location and help us cut off the Strait, as well as allowing this ship, Halo, and its crew to become part of your naval forces, with the crew keeping their current positions, on top of the $50 million USD you offer for each torpedo, we will accept. Anything less than that and we will not accept. Thank you." The Captain was quite excited, but was somewhat doubtful that it would not be accepted, as he knew many government would not want the risk of a crew of rouge seamen like them selves in their naval forces. Some, however, might take this risk.

OOC: *looks over glasses at you* Sheesh, Viz, give it a sec to develop. Your ship isn't the one who the "torpedo" would be headed towards.
OOC: oops... lol... well, they haven't hit you yet... ;)

Kelgrad International Airport, recently seized for military operations.
The Chancellor was onhand to watch the 10 Bear bombers and their 15 MiG-29 fighters take off, headed towards the Straight of Gibralter. Each bomber was armed with a 2 Kelt missles. The number of bombers was not necissary for one battle ship, but the Chancellor knew that navies from all over the world were assembling in the region, and he wanted them all to see Kelgrad's might at work. Chancellor Sundberg turned to his aide. "Ready a message for the heads of government in Imported_viZion, tell them that we will no longer be attempting to take the ship intact. We will make every effort to sink the ship with the warheads intact, but our main priority is now to avenge the pilots of flight 242. Our Kelt missiles can be fired from far enough out that our bombers will be safe, but a few of the missiles are expeced to be lost to gunfire or other countermeasures. Send the message immediately." His aide saluted and left for the nearest computer.
OOC: How many of these missiles are going to be launched? All 20, or what?

The 13th Fleet come to the Gibralter straight, just outside the ranges of the AWOL battleship.
"Well, this is a pretty FUBAR situation were in boys, but we will get it all sorted out." Said Senior Admiral Koss as he wiped off his forehead with his sleeve.
"I guess we can explore and some options. A, we can trry to make radio contact with him and negotiate. B, we could unleash hell probably resulting in some mushroom clouds here and there. C, we pay for his troubles and try to negotiate. I like C. Open radio broadcasts to the battleship"

He pulled down a radio from above him and pushed the button with his thumb.
"This is "Senior Admiral Koss of the 13th Fleet of Nycton. We wish you no harm whatsoever. We would like to offer a deal. We would like to come aboard your ship, and try to negotiate a deal with you. We will pay you 1,000,000 dollars just for the trouble. That is double the amount your charging for passing of ships through the strait. I don't want you to blow me off while your there either. You must work with me and my aids to try to defuse the situation you have created in this world theater. We must warn you though, there are three battleships under my command that are much bigger than you are, and will not hesitate to fire along with support from the rest of the fleet under my command if you try any funny business while a deal is being struck onboard your vessel. If you end up trying do something to me and firing a nuclear weapon in result of our attack, you do not know the sheer force every man in the Nycton military and government will throw down on you. Please think about this carefully, there are not drawbacks to this. And really what can you lose in even trying this? This is Senior Admiral Koss, out."

He hooked down the radio, and communications were cut.
"Lets see if the fishy takes the bait." They continued to sit afloat with much of the main batteries of all the ships pointed in direction at the AWOL battleship.

3rd Escort Fleet, Convoy Duty, Strait of Gibraltar

A full ten ships, including a Lion Class Cruiser, four Praefele Class Destroyers and five Jupiter Class vessels, was steaming gracefully towadrs the Strait of Gibraltar. This was an odd occurance indeed that the Imperium would choose to escort her convoys so outside of wartime, but the Strait of Gibraltar had long been an unstable area of the world, and it was deemed necessary. Besides, it was a good source of lowish-risk on-duty training for new recruits.

Captain Gregorius Tallarn, commander of this particular fleet, was asleep. It was a hot Mediterranean afternoon, and there was nothing happening here. On the bridge of the lead ship, the cruiser, there a rare burst of activity. The radar arrays of the PWS Puma had just spotted something rather large, although not too large, on radar.

"It matches the radar signature of an Iowa Class Battleship, sir," the young Midshipman informed the Lieutenant he had just called over to his station.

"Hmmm... we shall have to wake the Captain," the man said, sadly. He didn't like waking the Captain. It would mean they'd have to do something.

Ten minutes later the Captain was on deck, adjusting his scruffy uniform.

"What is it, Polus?" he addressed the Lieutenant.

"It appears to be an Iowa Class Battleship, in the middle of the Strait."

"Hmph," the Captain snorted, indicating what he thought about Iowa Class Battleships and being woken up in general, "Ignore it. I'm going back to sleep."
"Sir... our radar is showing a clump of possibly ten ships, a convoy it looks to be, heading this way." The Captain took a look. "Well... let them get closer before we send a message. They're still pretty far off. We'll see if they continue this way for another four hours. By then, they should turn off if they're not heading here."

Kelgrad International Airport, recently seized for military operations.
The Chancellor was onhand to watch the 10 Bear bombers and their 15 MiG-29 fighters take off, headed towards the Straight of Gibralter. Each bomber was armed with a 2 Kelt missles. The number of bombers was not necissary for one battle ship, but the Chancellor knew that navies from all over the world were assembling in the region, and he wanted them all to see Kelgrad's might at work. Chancellor Sundberg turned to his aide. "Ready a message for the heads of government in Imported_viZion, tell them that we will no longer be attempting to take the ship intact. We will make every effort to sink the ship with the warheads intact, but our main priority is now to avenge the pilots of flight 242. Our Kelt missiles can be fired from far enough out that our bombers will be safe, but a few of the missiles are expeced to be lost to gunfire or other countermeasures. Send the message immediately." His aide saluted and left for the nearest computer.

Radio transmission from the bridge of the NNS Livewire to the flight of Kelgrad
Unknown flight of Kelgrad, please turn around and return back to base. This current fleet is in subject to attack if you do. If you continue with the attack on the AWOL battleship, you will be destroyed with Anti-Aircraft missiles from the fleet before you reach the target. Respond.

The 13th Fleet come to the Gibralter straight, just outside the ranges of the AWOL battleship.
"Well, this is a pretty FUBAR situation were in boys, but we will get it all sorted out." Said Senior Admiral Koss as he wiped off his forehead with his sleeve.
"I guess we can explore and some options. A, we can trry to make radio contact with him and negotiate. B, we could unleash hell probably resulting in some mushroom clouds here and there. C, we pay for his troubles and try to negotiate. I like C. Open radio broadcasts to the battleship"

He pulled down a radio from above him and pushed the button with his thumb.
"This is "Senior Admiral Koss of the 13th Fleet of Nycton. We wish you no harm whatsoever. We would like to offer a deal. We would like to come aboard your ship, and try to negotiate a deal with you. We will pay you 1,000,000 dollars just for the trouble. That is double the amount your charging for passing of ships through the strait. I don't want you to blow me off while your there either. You must work with me and my aids to try to defuse the situation you have created in this world theater. We must warn you though, there are three battleships under my command that are much bigger than you are, and will not hesitate to fire along with support from the rest of the fleet under my command if you try any funny business while a deal is being struck onboard your vessel. If you end up trying do something to me and firing a nuclear weapon in result of our attack, you do not know the sheer force every man in the Nycton military and government will throw down on you. Please think about this carefully, there are not drawbacks to this. And really what can you lose in even trying this? This is Senior Admiral Koss, out."

He hooked down the radio, and communications were cut.
"Lets see if the fishy takes the bait." They continued to sit afloat with much of the main batteries of all the ships pointed in direction at the AWOL battleship.
"I smell a rotten fish. We wont let them board our ship! Do they think we're CRAZY?!?!" the Captain yelled. "Open communications."

After a moment, the communications were opened. "Admiral Koss. Nice of you to recognize that trying to pass through without paying right off the bad is not a smart idea. However, we will not allow anyone to board our ship. What we will do is board your ship, if you are willing to do this. However, it will be my Lieutenant Commander who goes on board, not my self. As I am sure you realize, a Captain must never leave his crew. He, as well as his guards, will also be armed. Any try to disarm them, or try any funny business, will result in your execution, and an attack upon your ships. That is all. Out."

Inside Blackhawk 471

"Sir, we are inside missle range," the pilot said. "Very good, from here on in it is radio silence and alert me when we are in drop range," Captain John Good of the Alpha Team said. "Captain, we need to go over the attack plans," Lieutenant Stewart stated. "Okay then, men listen up when we are in range we will be dropped in the minisub and proceed to the Battleship Halo. After that we will scale the edges infiltrate into the substructure and use Quick Tactic 7 to neutralize all enemy units. Then I will call in the 471 and all of us will depart withe awol Captain who will stand trial. It shouldn't take more than three hours."

"I smell a rotten fish. We wont let them board our ship! Do they think we're CRAZY?!?!" the Captain yelled. "Open communications."

After a moment, the communications were opened. "Admiral Koss. Nice of you to recognize that trying to pass through without paying right off the bad is not a smart idea. However, we will not allow anyone to board our ship. What we will do is board your ship, if you are willing to do this. However, it will be my Lieutenant Commander who goes on board, not my self. As I am sure you realize, a Captain must never leave his crew. He, as well as his guards, will also be armed. Any try to disarm them, or try any funny business, will result in your execution, and an attack upon your ships. That is all. Out."

He pulled down the radio again from above. "This is Senior Admiral Koss again. I trust that you will be in open contact with your XO the entire meeting and will negotiate with me, your XO and my men to try to get this from getting heated up more than it already is. We accept. I shall board a destroy and meet you half way at your ship, you can either take your ship to mine, or board the a small craft and come to the destroyer. You have us easily outgunned, we will be in no position to try anything funny. I am boarding the destroyer on confirmation."

He ordered several armed men to board a LCAC and several of his staff to get ready and down in the LCAC Docking bay. He ordered his XO to get ready for him and have his things in the bay waiting for him.

Inside Blackhawk 471

"Sir, we are inside missle range," the pilot said. "Very good, from here on in it is radio silence and alert me when we are in drop range," Captain John Good of the Alpha Team said. "Captain, we need to go over the attack plans," Lieutenant Stewart stated. "Okay then, men listen up when we are in range we will be dropped in the minisub and proceed to the Battleship Halo. After that we will scale the edges infiltrate into the substructure and use Quick Tactic 7 to neutralize all enemy units. Then I will call in the 471 and all of us will depart withe awol Captain who will stand trial. It shouldn't take more than three hours."

Radio transmission from the bridge of the NNS Livewire to Blackhawk 471
Blackhawk 471, we see you on long range radar scans. We do not know of your intentions, but we are negotiating at this time. Any risk of you putting a Nycton Navy ship, the 13th Fleet, and crew in peril, will result in your destruction before range of the Rogue Battleship. Respond with your confirmation.

He pulled down the radio again from above. "This is Senior Admiral Koss again. I trust that you will be in open contact with your XO the entire meeting and will negotiate with me, your XO and my men to try to get this from getting heated up more than it already is. We accept. I shall board a destroy and meet you half way at your ship, you can either take your ship to mine, or board the a small craft and come to the destroyer. You have us easily outgunned, we will be in no position to try anything funny. I am boarding the destroyer on confirmation."

He ordered several armed men to board a LCAC and several of his staff to get ready and down in the LCAC Docking bay. He ordered his XO to get ready for him and have his things in the bay waiting for him.
"Yes, I will be in contact, until we come under attack by others, in which case I will be leaving all talking to my Lieutenant Commander. He knows exactly what I want. We will move our ship a little closer, however my XO and his guards will be boarding one of our small boats to arrive at your destroyer. We look forward to meeting with you. Out."

Within ten moments, the ship began moving towards the Nyctonian ships to be in range in case something happened, but still in position to hold the Strait.

Lieutenant Commander Jasper an 15 well-armed guards loaded onto a small boat. After the ship got into position, the small board was lowered into the water, and set off to the Nycton destroyer.

Radio transmission from the bridge of the NNS Livewire to Blackhawk 471
Blackhawk 471, we see you on long range radar scans. We do not know of your intentions, but we are negotiating at this time. Any risk of you putting a Nycton Navy ship, the 13th Fleet, and crew in peril, will result in your destruction before range of the Rogue Battleship. Respond with your confirmation.

Blackhawk 471

"This is Blackhawk 471 and we acknowledge your concern, but we will continue our present mission," the pilot said.

"Sir, we're getting intercepted messages between New Zambuda and Nycton."

Nyctron to Blackhawk 471, NZ: Blackhawk 471, we see you on long range radar scans. We do not know of your intentions, but we are negotiating at this time. Any risk of you putting a Nycton Navy ship, the 13th Fleet, and crew in peril, will result in your destruction before range of the Rogue Battleship. Respond with your confirmation.

Blackhawk 471, NZ to Nyctron: This is Blackhawk 471 and we acknowledge your concern, but we will continue our present mission.

"Your orders, Sir?" one of the Commanders requested.

"Prepare to fire upon this 'Blackhawk' from New Zambuda when it comes in range." he ordered.

"Sir, we have been scanned by active radar and at present a missle can launch and hit us," pilot O'Leary stated. "Okay then everyone into the minisub and pilot prepare to drop. We are going to have to do this early." Captain Good announced. The pilot began the countdown, "3, 2, 1 and drop. Sub away I repeat sub away." Severeal seconds later the twelve person sub was fully underwater.

OOC- You can still fire at the helicopter because it is needed for their pickup later, and if you shoot it down then it complicates my plans."

"Yes, I will be in contact, until we come under attack by others, in which case I will be leaving all talking to my Lieutenant Commander. He knows exactly what I want. We will move our ship a little closer, however my XO and his guards will be boarding one of our small boats to arrive at your destroyer. We look forward to meeting with you. Out."

Within ten moments, the ship began moving towards the Nyctonian ships to be in range in case something happened, but still in position to hold the Strait.

Lieutenant Commander Jasper an 15 well-armed guards loaded onto a small boat. After the ship got into position, the small board was lowered into the water, and set off to the Nycton destroyer.

The destroyer came close to the Battleship and men were piled into LCAC's and it traveled about a 50 yard distance until it reached a small ramp/staircase on the side of the boat. The Captain boarded first, followed by a upward amount of 35 men. Columns of men stood in formation on the deck.
A man smiled and greeted him with a salute.
"Sir, Captain Bernette rendering command of this vessel, and reporting for duty as your active XO, Sir!" He talked clearly and loudly.
"Very well, Captain Bernette. Dismiss this columned men and put them to duty. You are in command of this ship, report to the bridge. Start this vessel halfway the the rogue battleship and come to a complete stop. We will be waiting in the lobby of the super-structure."

The aids of the Senior Admiral and himself walked inside as the crew of the destroyer scrambled to their duties. The Destroyer pulled away from the large Battleship and the rest of the fleet on it's short trip, lazy speed.

"Sir... it appeared a sub just went under... there is, however, a helicopter. I believe they just..." the Captain cut the young man off, "I know what they just did. We need to destroy the helicopter. NOW!"

After only thirty seconds, two sea-to-air missiles were launches, as the anti-air guns began to blaze, all aimed at the helicopter.

The Captain once again sounded the alarm. "Everyone, grab your arms! Prepare to depth charge again!" he ordered. "Sir, their sub... we're only getting updates here and there. I cannot pinpoint exactly where they are, but they're still a bit of a distance from us yet."

The destroyer came close to the Battleship and men were piled into LCAC's and it traveled about a 50 yard distance until it reached a small ramp/staircase on the side of the boat. The Captain boarded first, followed by a upward amount of 35 men. Columns of men stood in formation on the deck.
A man smiled and greeted him with a salute.
"Sir, Captain Bernette rendering command of this vessel, and reporting for duty as your active XO, Sir!" He talked clearly and loudly.
"Very well, Captain Bernette. Dismiss this columned men and put them to duty. You are in command of this ship, report to the bridge. Start this vessel halfway the the rogue battleship and come to a complete stop. We will be waiting in the lobby of the super-structure."

The aids of the Senior Admiral and himself walked inside as the crew of the destroyer scrambled to their duties. The Destroyer pulled away from the large Battleship and the rest of the fleet on it's short trip, lazy speed.
Finally the small board reached the ship. Jasper took a deep breath and said a prayer, then looked up at the men on the destroyer heading back to their duties. Damn... what has the Captain gotten us into? he thought. He knew he couldn't cause any trouble, trying to flee the Captain, as for the 15 guards with him, as the Captain has two remote-controlled bombs on him, and if tried to defuse, it would signal the two bombs to explode. He signalled to Senior Admiral onboard the destroyer that they were ready to board.

Finally the small board reached the ship. Jasper took a deep breath and said a prayer, then looked up at the men on the destroyer heading back to their duties. Damn... what has the Captain gotten us into? he thought. He knew he couldn't cause any trouble, trying to flee the Captain, as for the 15 guards with him, as the Captain has two remote-controlled bombs on him, and if tried to defuse, it would signal the two bombs to explode. He signalled to Senior Admiral onboard the destroyer that they were ready to board.
The staircase was lowered, and the atleast 40 armed man stood around toward the front deck of the ship. Two chairs set opposite eachother and wooden table, sat in the middle with several folders on top. Once the XO had reached the ship he said
"Good day, Sir. I am Senior Amiral Koss. Welcome aboard the NNS Hunterkiller." With a salute.
"If you could get seated, we will need to business immediatly."

Inside Blackhawk 471

"Sir, two missles are hot with us," the copilot said. "Okay, lets eject and turn our becons on." "Why," the copilot asked. "Well this is blackops so if we are captured then no one says we exist. If we bail then our rescue beacons can let a naval team save our asses. So bail!" Seconds later both men bailed into the sea.

Inside Alpha's Sub

"Two depth charges have appeared and are on a course to intercept us," Ensign Stone yelled. "Okay lets calm down we just need to dive and things will be all right, but if not everyone suit up in dive suits." Capatian Good said.

Diplomatic Communique to Vizion

We need a copy of the Halo's blueprints.

-End

The staircase was lowered, and the atleast 40 armed man stood around toward the front deck of the ship. Two chairs set opposite eachother and wooden table, sat in the middle with several folders on top. Once the XO had reached the ship he said
"Good day, Sir. I am Senior Amiral Koss. Welcome aboard the NNS Hunterkiller." With a salute.
"If you could get seated, we will need to business immediatly."
"Good day to you, Senior Admiral Koss. I am Lieutenant Commander Jasper of Halo. Thank you for allowing us to board your ship and meet with you." Jaspered replied, returning the salute.

Jasper look a seat, ready to talk. "Now, I would like to first say that my Captain, Mickey Johnson, is a very strong-willed man, and wishes to see to it that his demands are met. If you do not accept his demands, our ship will continue, at what ever cost. And he does have full intentions of using his nuclear weapons if things get complicated. He gets what he wants." Jasper began.

OOC: I g2g for a few min, gotta pick up dog from friend...

OOC- I gotta go till 9 or 10 EST.

"Good day to you, Senior Admiral Koss. I am Lieutenant Commander Jasper of Halo. Thank you for allowing us to board your ship and meet with you." Jaspered replied, returning the salute.

Jasper look a seat, ready to talk. "Now, I would like to first say that my Captain, Mickey Johnson, is a very strong-willed man, and wishes to see to it that his demands are met. If you do not accept his demands, our ship will continue, at what ever cost. And he does have full intentions of using his nuclear weapons if things get complicated. He gets what he wants." Jasper began.

OOC: I g2g for a few min, gotta pick up dog from friend...

"I see. Well..." He flipped open folders and began turning some pages and skimming through the paragraphs. "...the Nycton Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Nycton Ministry of Security, and I have talked about negotiation plans the entire voyage to this straight. We have several options and plans for your Captain to take and get his utmost way. Now I shall begin.

The Ministry of Foreign affairs has offered a plan to buy your battleship for a total lump sum of 7.5 billion dollars. The money would go straight into your Captains bank account. He shall drive the battleship to Nyvidaan, a tropical island owned by Nycton in which the third biggest naval base is at. He and his crew will depart the vessel and everything onboard not owned personally will be Nycton Navy property. Any ViZion willing to return to his home country will be let to, via free plane tickets and hotel rooms provided by the Nycton government. Anyone else willing to stay may stay in Nycton as long as he wishes. The Captain, will be provided with a large house on the beautiful island of Nyvidaan, and do whatever he pleases as a Nycton citizen, under the protection of the Nycton government. The Nycton governent will deny any criminal charges placed upon him. He will be able to live out his happy life there or anywhere in the world he desires with his billions of dollars.

Does this sound desirable by your Captain, or does he have his own demands on how to rid this situation. You and your Captian must face it. There are many inpatient and triggy happy nation's out there ready to throw barrages of shells and missiles onto you. You will then continue to use your nuclear weapons killing everyone on your ship, and the enemies entire fleet. Even if you managed to survive, you would have nothing to blackmail with. Your situation will be ended sooner or later, be it negotiation or a horrific naval battle deciding your fate. I suggest you think wisely."

help! please! this is the captain of the ship sunken by the rogue! we need help! wait... here a rescue boat comes... NO NO!!! HES KILLIN US AL...

Inside Blackhawk 471

"Sir, two missles are hot with us," the copilot said. "Okay, lets eject and turn our becons on." "Why," the copilot asked. "Well this is blackops so if we are captured then no one says we exist. If we bail then our rescue beacons can let a naval team save our asses. So bail!" Seconds later both men bailed into the sea.

Inside Alpha's Sub

"Two depth charges have appeared and are on a course to intercept us," Ensign Stone yelled. "Okay lets calm down we just need to dive and things will be all right, but if not everyone suit up in dive suits." Capatian Good said.

Diplomatic Communique to Vizion

We need a copy of the Halo's blueprints.

-End
(Assuming we hit the Helicopter since you're ditching...) "Captain, we got the helicopter. However, one of our watchmen said it looks like two bailed." said one of the gunmen, requested to report to the Captain.

"Good. I want you and three others, armed, to go out and see if you can find anyone alive. If so, bring them in. We've got plans for them." the Captain ordered, pushing the gunmen out the door. "GO!" he yelled after him.

help! please! this is the captain of the ship sunken by the rogue! we need help! wait... here a rescue boat comes... NO NO!!! HES KILLIN US AL...help

"I see. Well..." He flipped open folders and began turning some pages and skimming through the paragraphs. "...the Nycton Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Nycton Ministry of Security, and I have talked about negotiation plans the entire voyage to this straight. We have several options and plans for your Captain to take and get his utmost way. Now I shall begin.

The Ministry of Foreign affairs has offered a plan to buy your battleship for a total lump sum of 7.5 billion dollars. The money would go straight into your Captains bank account. He shall drive the battleship to Nyvidaan, a tropical island owned by Nycton in which the third biggest naval base is at. He and his crew will depart the vessel and everything onboard not owned personally will be Nycton Navy property. Any ViZion willing to return to his home country will be let to, via free plane tickets and hotel rooms provided by the Nycton government. Anyone else willing to stay may stay in Nycton as long as he wishes. The Captain, will be provided with a large house on the beautiful island of Nyvidaan, and do whatever he pleases as a Nycton citizen, under the protection of the Nycton government. The Nycton governent will deny any criminal charges placed upon him. He will be able to live out his happy life there or anywhere in the world he desires with his billions of dollars.

Does this sound desirable by your Captain, or does he have his own demands on how to rid this situation. You and your Captian must face it. There are many inpatient and triggy happy nation's out there ready to throw barrages of shells and missiles onto you. You will then continue to use your nuclear weapons killing everyone on your ship, and the enemies entire fleet. Even if you managed to survive, you would have nothing to blackmail with. Your situation will be ended sooner or later, be it negotiation or a horrific naval battle deciding your fate. I suggest you think wisely."
"My Captain likes most of your options, however, he would also request that he become a Captain within your navy, head of another battleship modified to fire nuclear torpedo's. He says he will not go rouge on your naval forces. He has also ordered that I be under his command.

"He also knows there are many nations willing to destroy out ship, however also wishes to know what nation is willing to risk a nuclear strike upon innocent civilians of their own, or other nations, in exchange to take out one single ship, and bare the responsibility of such."

OOC: Survo, please stop. Thanks! :)

If ya wanna RP in here, RP correctly... :)

Encrypted message to Red Tide from Captain Mickey Johnson:

The nation of Nycton is willing to buy our ship for $7.5 billion USD. Are you able to beat this? They also offer myself a safe place to live, free of crime-charges, and we are currently trying to get them to agree to make myself Captain of another nuclear ship.

Encrypted message to Red Tide from Captain Mickey Johnson:

The nation of Nycton is willing to buy our ship for $7.5 billion USD. Are you able to beat this? They also offer myself a safe place to live, free of crime-charges, and we are currently trying to get them to agree to make myself Captain of another nuclear ship.

"After several minutes privatly discussing this with the on a cell phone the Minister of Defense, Grand Field Marshal Greninger. He returned with a large grin.
"Grand Field Marshal Greninger has accepted. Please head your the now, NNS Halo to the fleet." He opened up a small palm pilot. "What is the Captians bank account? The transaction of $7,501,000,000 will be made, half once the fleet merges with the Halo, and the second half once the Battleship is docked and the entire crew has fully exited the vessel.

"300 miles West of the Straits of Gibralter, On the bridge of the Montana class SuperBattleShip "Firestorm"

Vice Admiral Sutherland was going over the orders he had received from Naval Headquarters for the 4th time in 20 minutes, he was to take the Montana Class Nuclear powered battleships Firestorm, Magician, the Nuclear-powered Carrier Alexander along with 2 Aegis II class Guided Missile Cruiser, 4 Lancer Guided Missile Destroyers, and 2 support/supply vessels, and head towards the Straits of Gibralter to provide support to ViZion and allied forces in the capture or destruction of the AWOL Iowa Class Battleship armed with one or possibly two nuclear torpedoes, and any ships helping it.

From his chair the Vice Admiral look over his CBG, The 2nd CBG under his command, these men and the ships they serve on are the best that The Silver Sky Navy has to offer, they have taken on fleets almost twice their size and won in military exercise with other nations, but they haven't ever been up against a nuclear armed battleship before, Vice Admiral Sutherland wondered how him and his fleet will stand up to the pressure.

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OOC: I'm a new RPer, so please help me along.
Also my Montana Class BB's are based off an american design during WW2 the last superbattleship ever designed, they are said to be superior to the Yamato(sp?) class superbattleship in all aspects, mine are armed with 12 16inch Electromagnetic guns (or is this too future tech, if it is then just regular guns with long ranged rocket assisted 16inch shells) in 4 turrets of 3 guns each, and all ships are armed with Sniper long ranged (70 miles) SAM's and advanced Silver Shield Anti missile Systems (more advanced then the US anti-missile system.)

OOC: Survo, please stop. Thanks! :)

If ya wanna RP in here, RP correctly... :)
what do you mean?

"President Maybury... uhh..." Jack took a deep breath and shook his head, "Apparently Captain Mickey Johnson has... uhh... sold the ship. And not just that, the nation of Nycton, making the purchase, has, well... given his immunity to any and all charges." Jack said, bracing himself for a rage from President Maybury.

"Did you just say he SOLD OUR SHIP to them? AND he is immune to charges? You've got to be kidding me." President Maybury said. "Nope..." Jack said, handing him the fax report.

President Maybury read it over, his face growing red. "FUCK!" he yelled. "That ship has been modified. Those nuclear missiles are... top secret! They're testers! This is not good. Get me in contact with them, NOW!" he screamed.

Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... Jack thought, having expected an extended version of the rant.

After a few minutes, "President Maybury, you can talk to them now..."

Hello, I am President Maybury of ViZion. We have received intel that you have bought the ship HALO from the rouge Captain, as well as giving him full immunity from charges over this. If this is so, we are not pleased.

"Short but to the point. We can't allow that Captain to get away with this, and we surely cannot let the ship and torpedo's to get into anyone elses hands." the President said.
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"The Captain said he will be waiting a little while before joining, and in the mean time, he will continue to connect the $500,000 from each ship, while will be sent directly to you, Admiral. He said he still controls the Strait until he leaves, and that will be a few more hours, as he wants to collect some more money for you in exchange for this deal you have given him.

"He also wants clarification that he will be Captain of a similarly modified battleship or destroyer, having nuclear torpedo's on board and the ability to launch them. He also wants clarification that he will not be handed over to foreign governments, including that of ViZion, and that he will not be charged for anything relating to this incident, thus being able to settle down safely in Nyvidaan as a citizen of Nycton, living a carefree and crime-free life.

"Basically, he wants to be assured that no one can charge him, including your government, over this, and that he can live where he wishes without fear of your government, or foreign governments, including ViZion, having the ability to take him to court, jail, execution, or torture - that he can live a normal Captain's life.

"He also wishes to inquire the fate of his ship, Halo, as well as the nuclear torpedo's."

what do you mean?
OOC: I mean, are you trying to role play? You cannot say I am attacking you, only I can say that. If I say I am attacking you, then you can say you're overboard and need help, or something like that, but what you're doing isn't part of this role play as I haven't attacked you, and you're role playing ability isn't to good... take a look at my posts and other peoples posts, compare to yours... you need your posts longer, and please, include talk, using quotation marks, and be more discriptive...

You can say something about your ship entering the area... I'll send you a warning... you ignore it and continue... I attack... you call for help and go overboard... you can't just say I am attacking you... you call your shots, I call mine... you call your casualties, I call mine... is that helpful?

"President Maybury... uhh..." Jack took a deep breath and shook his head, "Apparently Captain Mickey Johnson has... uhh... sold the ship. And not just that, the nation of Nycton, making the purchase, has, well... given his immunity to any and all charges." Jack said, bracing himself for a rage from President Maybury.

"Did you just say he SOLD OUR SHIP to them? AND he is immune to charges? You've got to be kidding me." President Maybury said. "Nope..." Jack said, handing him the fax report.

President Maybury read it over, his face growing red. "FUCK!" he yelled. "That ship has been modified. Those nuclear missiles are... top secret! They're testers! This is not good. Get me in contact with them, NOW!" he screamed.

Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... Jack thought, having expected an extended version of the rant.

After a few minutes, "President Maybury, you can talk to them now..."

Hello, I am President Maybury of ViZion. We have received intel that you have bought the ship HALO from the rouge Captain, as well as giving him full immunity from charges over this. If this is so, we are not pleased.

"Short but to the point. We can't allow that Captain to get away with this, and we surely cannot let the ship and torpedo's to get into anyone elses hands." the President said.
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"The Captain said he will be waiting a little while before joining, and in the mean time, he will continue to connect the $500,000 from each ship, while will be sent directly to you, Admiral. He said he still controls the Strait until he leaves, and that will be a few more hours, as he wants to collect some more money for you in exchange for this deal you have given him.

"He also wants clarification that he will be Captain of a similarly modified battleship or destroyer, having nuclear torpedo's on board and the ability to launch them. He also wants clarification that he will not be handed over to foreign governments, including that of ViZion, and that he will not be charged for anything relating to this incident, thus being able to settle down safely in Nyvidaan as a citizen of Nycton, living a carefree and crime-free life.

"Basically, he wants to be assured that no one can charge him, including your government, over this, and that he can live where he wishes without fear of your government, or foreign governments, including ViZion, having the ability to take him to court, jail, execution, or torture - that he can live a normal Captain's life.

"He also wishes to inquire the fate of his ship, Halo, as well as the nuclear torpedo's."
"It is being arranged now. He will be given a month of vacation. Once that is complete he is scheduled for a dinner at the Commander of the Navy's House. Afterso, he will go to a breif Naval Academy to fimiliarise himself on Nycton Naval policies. He will be given a major ship. Possibly, the Halo back. If he wants nuclear power though, he will have to probably go into submarines, which is the only sea vessel which carries armed nuclear weapons at this time. We will probably make a expectation for you though. You are a very bright and intelligent naval officer, that has stressful experiences that we admire.
The Halo will be studied and technology copied from the ViZion navy and it's systems. She will be modified and upgraded to interact with Nycton technology, and some caliburs of guns and what not will be interchanged to accomodate standard calibur of weapons of the Nycton Navy. The Nuclear Torpedo's will be takin under jurisdiction of Strategic Command, the fifth military branch of Nycton which has command over all weapons of mass destruction. It is unknown to the fate of them, but my personel guess is that they are studied very hard, and disassembled/disarmed."

"It is being arranged now. He will be given a month of vacation. Once that is complete he is scheduled for a dinner at the Commander of the Navy's House. Afterso, he will go to a breif Naval Academy to fimiliarise himself on Nycton Naval policies. He will be given a major ship. Possibly, the Halo back. If he wants nuclear power though, he will have to probably go into submarines, which is the only sea vessel which carries armed nuclear weapons at this time. We will probably make a expectation for you though. You are a very bright and intelligent naval officer, that has stressful experiences that we admire.
The Halo will be studied and technology copied from the ViZion navy and it's systems. She will be modified and upgraded to interact with Nycton technology, and some caliburs of guns and what not will be interchanged to accomodate standard calibur of weapons of the Nycton Navy. The Nuclear Torpedo's will be takin under jurisdiction of Strategic Command, the fifth military branch of Nycton which has command over all weapons of mass destruction. It is unknown to the fate of them, but my personel guess is that they are studied very hard, and disassembled/disarmed."
He chuckled at the comment about 'stressful experiences'. He thought, Ya, stressful alright... the Captain makes sure of that... After all, if he shows you your grave if you don't obey him to your teeth, and straps bombs to you in situations like this and you can't call that stressful, well then tell me what is... but he knew better than to say that outloud, as the Captain was likely listening to his every mumble. "Ahh, yes, I learn a great deal from my Captain about stress. He's a very hard-riding Captain, and expects the best out of everyone.

"The Captain likes this very much, and is very pleased with your assurance. He accepts, and is very glad to be a citizen of Nycton and a Captain in the Nycton Naval Forces, as well as the Halo being officially a ship of Nycton property. He has ordered ViZion's flag to be burned, and orders a makeshift Nycton flag to be put in its place. He said in three hours he will order the ship to join these fine ships, as he wants more time with the Halo. It's his love, sir. And he intends on getting you some money thanks to his fees."

"Vice Admiral Sutherland, we have entered comm range of ViZion forces, would you like to send a message sir?" asked the Captain of the Firestorm. "Yes, patch me in." replied the Vice Admiral. "Done sir." replied the comm officer. "This is Vice Admiral Michael Sutherland of the 2nd Carrier Battle Group of The Silver Sky Naval Forces, we have been ordered by our President Jason Garner to contact you and offer our help in this situation, my CBG consists of 2 Montana Class Battleships, 1 Sky Class Carrier, 2 Aegis II Class GMCs, 4 Lancer GMDs, and 2 supply vessels, we are currently nearing 200 miles west of the Straits of Gibralter, we will continue to sail until we stop at 100 miles from the straits, there we will wait for 24 hours for you to contact us or our government, if you haven't already, before sailing back to port. End Transmission."

The transmission cut off and the Vice Admiral sat back down. "Hopefully they contact us and we don't go to waste, but for now just continue on course towards the straits." said Sutherland to the Captain. "Yes Sir." "Good, I'll be in my quarters, contact me if we receive a transmission." The Sutherland saluted the Captain who saluted back, "Yes, right away sir."

"Vice Admiral Sutherland, we have entered comm range of ViZion forces, would you like to send a message sir?" asked the Captain of the Firestorm. "Yes, patch me in." replied the Vice Admiral. "Done sir." replied the comm officer. "This is Vice Admiral Michael Sutherland of the 2nd Carrier Battle Group of The Silver Sky Naval Forces, we have been ordered by our President Jason Garner to contact you and offer our help in this situation, my CBG consists of 2 Montana Class Battleships, 1 Sky Class Carrier, 2 Aegis II Class GMCs, 4 Lancer GMDs, and 2 supply vessels, we are currently nearing 200 miles west of the Straits of Gibralter, we will continue to sail until we stop at 100 miles from the straits, there we will wait for 24 hours for you to contact us or our government, if you haven't already, before sailing back to port. End Transmission."

The transmission cut off and the Vice Admiral sat back down. "Hopefully they contact us and we don't go to waste, but for now just continue on course towards the straits." said Sutherland to the Captain. "Yes Sir." "Good, I'll be in my quarters, contact me if we receive a transmission." The Sutherland saluted the Captain who saluted back, "Yes, right away sir."
"Vice Admiral Sutherland, this is Captain Rich O'Ryan, we thank you for your aid. We are currently waiting on unconfirmed news that the Captain is attempting to try to sell that ship.

"You are welcome to engage, but we must warn you, they have a nuclear torpedo, and we worry they are willing to use it. You must be careful, and we hope we can get the ship and the Captain back in one piece. God speed!"

"Vice Admiral Sutherland, this is Captain Rich O'Ryan, we thank you for your aid. We are currently waiting on unconfirmed news that the Captain is attempting to try to sell that ship.

"You are welcome to engage, but we must warn you, they have a nuclear torpedo, and we worry they are willing to use it. You must be careful, and we hope we can get the ship and the Captain back in one piece. God speed!"


Vice Admiral Sutherland was back on the bridge in a matter of seconds, "Captain Rich O'Ryan, we thank you for letting us cooperate with your forces, the news that the AWOL battleship might be sold is very distressing, and we would like to operate as part of your fleet, as to avoided miscommunication, and accidental firing on the AWOL ship, until the crisis has passed if that is fine with you, to do this we would need the location of you nearest surface fleet, and if the fleet is on the other side of the strait we have a 12 ships in the Mediteranean near the coast of Israel under my command. Also if the ship is sold, May god help us all."

"Vice Admiral Michael Sutherland at your service."

:Aboard the Oceanic Adventurer:
Sir, theres a lot of ships out there, it looks like somethings going on but no ones talking to us.

Put out a general alert, if they don't respond we'll keep going.

To All Ships!
This is the Ultra Large Crude Oil Carrier Oceanic Adventurer, we are now expressing our desire to pass through the straights of Gibraltar. We do not have aggressive intent, repeat, We are Unarmed. All ships, please advise of disposition to the Ultra LArge Crude Oil Carrier 'Oceanic Adventurer' passing through the straits of Gibraltar
:Message repeats:

Vice Admiral Sutherland was back on the bridge in a matter of seconds, "Captain Rich O'Ryan, we thank you for letting us cooperate with your forces, the news that the AWOL battleship might be sold is very distressing, and we would like to operate as part of your fleet, as to avoided miscommunication, and accidental firing on the AWOL ship, until the crisis has passed if that is fine with you, to do this we would need the location of you nearest surface fleet, and if the fleet is on the other side of the strait we have a 12 ships in the Mediteranean near the coast of Israel under my command. Also if the ship is sold, May god help us all."

"Vice Admiral Michael Sutherland at your service."
"We, too, feel very distressed that this ship may be being sold, and Nycton has not gotten back to our President on what it going on. So, currently, we do not know the status. All we know is that they're hostile, and if at all possible, we want it in one piece. Though we wouldn't be suprised if someone blows it out of the water, as they will likely be the aggressor."

"We are merging with your forces and are within firing range of the AWOL ship, but we will not open fire until you give the ok, or the AWOL ship fires at any ship. If it comes to blowing it out of the water, we would like to be the ones to do it, as would anyone else."
"Vice Admiral Sutherland over and out."
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OOC: going to bed soon

Admiral Coyle took a long look through his binoculars at the ships of the various nations that were assembling west of the Straits. There appeared to be over 150 vessels there, spread out in an arc 20 miles long. Xeraph itself accounted for approx 70 of those vessels, all in blockade formation. They could see the renegade still moving in lazy circles. No one had as yet made a move to overtake the AWOL ship. The Admiral knew his Emperor well, and he knew that Alaric wasn't going to wait much longer. To have such a large number of ships tied up with just one renegade was not good business. There were "hotspots" all over the world needing Xeraph's attention, and the ships sent here were going to be needed elsewhere very shortly.
" Ensign, have we any reports from the Cobras' yet?"
"Aye, sir, but they're inconclusive. That ship is not making any overt moves of aggression, nor are they asking for help from anyone. They're just steaming along, seemingly minding their own business."
Yeah, right, Coyle thought to himself. Just minding their own business. I wonder just what that business is.
" Any word from the Emperor?"
" Nothing new, sir. He's probably chomping at the bit to attack that ship."
Everybody seems to know the Emperor, Coyle thought as he grinned at the ensign. " Yeah, you know it. But we have to wait. Our allies want the ship in one piece, and they don't want any of the nuke-torps launched. So....we wait."

Notice to all nations involved in the situation with the AWOL ship:

Xeraph not only has 70 naval vessels west of the Straits, but a significant presence in the MedSea Zone, both naval and air. Also, we have approx 15,000 troopers stationed in various countries around the Mediterranean Region. If the Coalition wants to consider a joint maneuver to overcome the rogue ship's commander, we are ready to serve.

Near the Battleship Halo

"Captain we are approaching the target," the Ensign said. "Time to get to business, we will surface and swim to the ship and then use magnetic ropes to climb the hull and enter the substructure right at the first gun encampment. The targets are listed in order: Engine Room, Any dangerous ordinance, Power Station, and finally Captain. Also we will have to let a retrieval team pick up the sub because our transport was shot down so I will call in a new helicopter on completion of the mission. So everyone will be in two teams and its time go!" the Captain yelled. The sub surfaced and its twelve crew departed and started to wade toward the ship under the cover of darkness.

OOC- I remind everyone that my best special forces team is near the ship and if they get blown up there will be hell to pay. By the way here is some of the training they recieve:

Ati Terrorist Training
Close Quarters Fighting
Demolitions Training
Urban Combat Training
Weapons Training (any CFA weapon)
Naval Training (Boats, nautical, etc.)
Air Drop Training
Covert Espionage Training (Any training my intelligence forces recieve they recieve as well.)
Must have 8 years combat expierience

The Alexander-Class Battleship RNS Leopold III with her two Calcome and two Liberty II escorts heads near the AWOL vessel but keep out of range of it's weapons.

OOC: sorry

IC:

This is the army of survo offering thier assistence. becouse you are an engaged party, you cannot do anything. however, being neutral i can do what i wish. we will assist you. for a small fee. 1,000 dollars. however, if the other party gives us 1 billion dollars, i shall assist them. we shall assist in our own means and will do no action until we have been paied.

Near the Battleship Halo

"Captain we are approaching the target," the Ensign said. "Time to get to business, we will surface and swim to the ship and then use magnetic ropes to climb the hull and enter the substructure right at the first gun encampment. The targets are listed in order: Engine Room, Any dangerous ordinance, Power Station, and finally Captain. Also we will have to let a retrieval team pick up the sub because our transport was shot down so I will call in a new helicopter on completion of the mission. So everyone will be in two teams and its time go!" the Captain yelled. The sub surfaced and its twelve crew departed and started to wade toward the ship under the cover of darkness.

OOC- I remind everyone that my best special forces team is near the ship and if they get blown up there will be hell to pay. By the way here is some of the training they recieve:

Ati Terrorist Training
Close Quarters Fighting
Demolitions Training
Urban Combat Training
Weapons Training (any CFA weapon)
Naval Training (Boats, nautical, etc.)
Air Drop Training
Covert Espionage Training (Any training my intelligence forces recieve they recieve as well.)
Must have 8 years combat expierience
As the guards patrolled the decks, one of the men thought they saw something in the water. He quickly went to one of the officers, who quietly gave orders to turn on one of the flood lights in the area the man thought he was seeing something, only about 50 feet from the ship.

As the light shone bright, they saw something moving. Alerted, he radiod the Captain. "Well, shoot at it, damn you stupid mother fucker!" he screamed into the radio. "It's probably some covert spec ops! Kill them!" After that, he ordered the engines to go 100% as he turned the might nuclear ship in the direction they said they were in.

On the deck, the men began firing into the water at the area.

OOC: sorry for crappy post, dinner...

"Oh shit, everyone back in the sub! Now! Now!," Captian Good screamed. All of the men eventually make into the sub but one man gets clipped by a bullet on the head. The minisub dived under the boat barely missing the side of the massive ship. "New plan, we will distract them. Johnson, Bates take some of the charges and swim to the ship. Attatch them to the opposite side to get there attention then we will climb up." Good said.

Situation Room, Kieta

Defense Secretary Wilson gave the Prime Minister and update,"Prime Minister, Alpha Team is having problems infiltrating the ship. The Captain appears to be a very cunning man." "Thank you, okay tell those boys that we are depending on them. The largest commercial fleet ever sent by this nation is approaching that strait and it cannot be held up. Trillions are at stake. If they cannot inflitrate that ship then I will order a tactical nuclear strike on the target in question."

OOC: sorry

IC:

This is the army of survo offering thier assistence. becouse you are an engaged party, you cannot do anything. however, being neutral i can do what i wish. we will assist you. for a small fee. 1,000 dollars. however, if the other party gives us 1 billion dollars, i shall assist them. we shall assist in our own means and will do no action until we have been paied.
OOC: That's ok... but I'm trying to figure out exactly what ya mean by if you're engaged, you can't do anything?

And lemme show you a better way to talk...
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Transmission to Naval Forces in the area:
We, the Armed Forces of Survo, offer our aid to you. For a small fee, of course. It will cost you $1,000 USD. However, if the opposing party wishes, they may pay us $1 billion USD and we will aid them. This is the only way that we will take any action, even if it is simply to save an overboard crew from drowning.

Thank you,
General **********
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That would be a good way to introduce your self into this RP...

Admiral Coyle took a long look through his binoculars at the ships of the various nations that were assembling west of the Straits. There appeared to be over 150 vessels there, spread out in an arc 20 miles long. Xeraph itself accounted for approx 70 of those vessels, all in blockade formation. They could see the renegade still moving in lazy circles. No one had as yet made a move to overtake the AWOL ship. The Admiral knew his Emperor well, and he knew that Alaric wasn't going to wait much longer. To have such a large number of ships tied up with just one renegade was not good business. There were "hotspots" all over the world needing Xeraph's attention, and the ships sent here were going to be needed elsewhere very shortly.
" Ensign, have we any reports from the Cobras' yet?"
"Aye, sir, but they're inconclusive. That ship is not making any overt moves of aggression, nor are they asking for help from anyone. They're just steaming along, seemingly minding their own business."
Yeah, right, Coyle thought to himself. Just minding their own business. I wonder just what that business is.
" Any word from the Emperor?"
" Nothing new, sir. He's probably chomping at the bit to attack that ship."
Everybody seems to know the Emperor, Coyle thought as he grinned at the ensign. " Yeah, you know it. But we have to wait. Our allies want the ship in one piece, and they don't want any of the nuke-torps launched. So....we wait."

The Belial and the Trabadeur slowed to 5 knots as they came upon the battle scene.
Radar/Comms broke the silence on the Belial. "Captain, you need to have a look at this."
Ulong craned his head over to see the screen. Dozens of surface contacts were visible, and more were showing up by the second. Amazingly very little appeared to be happening, despite the explosions seen earlier.
"Broadcast to all ships present: Javea will not give in to the demands of terrorists. If this madman commits any hostile acts against Javeans or friends of Javea, we *will* be forced to act. End transmission."
Ulong waited for a response from either group.

The Belial and the Trabadeur slowed to 5 knots as they came upon the battle scene.
Radar/Comms broke the silence on the Belial. "Captain, you need to have a look at this."
Ulong craned his head over to see the screen. Dozens of surface contacts were visible, and more were showing up by the second. Amazingly very little appeared to be happening, despite the explosions seen earlier.
"Broadcast to all ships present: Javea will not give in to the demands of terrorists. If this madman commits any hostile acts against Javeans or friends of Javea, we *will* be forced to act. End transmission."
Ulong waited for a response from either group.
The Captain ordered a response:
"If you do not have any plans to cross the Strait without paying us $500,000, you need not worry. Only those choosing to not pay us to cross will be in harms way. You shall be wise not to cross unless you pay."
The Captain sat back, quite smug. This is getting funner by the moment... he thought to him self. This sly and cunning dare-devil loved living on the edge. The newspapers in ViZion, upon hearing of him, dubbed him Mad Man Mickey, and rightfully so with his rouge actions.

The Captain ordered a response:
"If you do not have any plans to cross the Strait without paying us $500,000, you need not worry. Only those choosing to not pay us to cross will be in harms way. You shall be wise not to cross unless you pay."
The Captain sat back, quite smug. This is getting funner by the moment... he thought to him self. This sly and cunning dare-devil loved living on the edge. The newspapers in ViZion, upon hearing of him, dubbed him Mad Man Mickey, and rightfully so with his rouge actions.

"King, prep a volley of harpoons, to be fired on my command. And load the mark 32s."
The captain paced the length of the bridge.
"Still no word from the gathered fleets?"

"Sir... our radar is showing a clump of possibly ten ships, a convoy it looks to be, heading this way." The Captain took a look. "Well... let them get closer before we send a message. They're still pretty far off. We'll see if they continue this way for another four hours. By then, they should turn off if they're not heading here."
The ship continued on her course, as no order was given from the Captain to do otherwise. The presence of the battleship, whilst slightly unnerving, did not have the crew unduly worried.

"What do you think they're doing there?" One Enlisted sailor whispered to his mate. Both were inside one of the armoured dual 6" gun mounts to the fore of the cruiser.

"No idea, but I don't think they'll give us any problems."

"Why do you think that, Castor?" Chipped in another man, also standing ready to man his gun.

"Well they have to know what would become of them if they fired, eh? We've destroyed entire navies in the past... one antiquated battleship isn't going to block our way. Why would it want to anyway?"

"Money?" Answered the second sailor.

"The Cap'n doesn't have any money!" Retored the first.

"True, true," the second admitted, "but it's damned odd. I hope someone isn't blockading the Strait again... that Chellis fiasco was a damned inconvenience."

They sat, and waited...

The ship continued on her course, as no order was given from the Captain to do otherwise. The presence of the battleship, whilst slightly unnerving, did not have the crew unduly worried.

"What do you think they're doing there?" One Enlisted sailor whispered to his mate. Both were inside one of the armoured dual 6" gun mounts to the fore of the cruiser.

"No idea, but I don't think they'll give us any problems."

"Why do you think that, Castor?" Chipped in another man, also standing ready to man his gun.

"Well they have to know what would become of them if they fired, eh? We've destroyed entire navies in the past... one antiquated battleship isn't going to block our way. Why would it want to anyway?"

"Money?" Answered the second sailor.

"The Cap'n doesn't have any money!" Retored the first.

"True, true," the second admitted, "but it's damned odd. I hope someone isn't blockading the Strait again... that Chellis fiasco was a damned inconvenience."

They sat, and waited...
"Sir, the clump of 10 or so ships... they're definately heading straight for us..." said one of the men watching over the radars. "Open up communications." the Captain ordered to one of the radiomen. Once it was ready, he began to speak.

"We, the NNS Halo, hereby order your convoy to halt. You will not be allowed to pass through the Strait without a payment of $500,000 to us. We will engage you if you do not obey and decide to try to continue without payment in full. We warn you, we have nuclear torpedo's on this ship, and will use them if necessary."

The Captain leaned back into the chair. "Ahhh..." he said, "How nice it is..."

The Commodore was baffeled. How the hell could an Iowa launch a torpedo? Where were the launchers? He stood over the deck, and watched the 14" ETC guns swivle towards the Iowa. Down in the firecontrol room, the shells guidance was being informed of their target... the RADAR.

The Grey Storm was possibly the only ship in the fleet that had anti-radiation shells. Sure every shell in the Artitsan navy had LIDAR and GPS, but not a ANTI-RADIATION system. The GPS location of the IOWA was loaded in, and now they waited for the order. They were still outside the range of the Iowa's 16" guns, and would be for a long time.

The order was given, and a large thunderous boom resounded throughout the ship as it rocked side to side. The shells were sent screaming into the air, 6 in total. They reached their pinnicle in their arch, and four fins extended. Immediatly they began course adjustments based on the GPS reciever, and the radiation detection system. They guided the shells all the way to the boat, and hopefully into the RADAR system that controlled the SAMs.

[OOC: Not that it really matters, but there are 10 warships, and another 30 or so cargo ships armed only with 30mm cannon and the like.]

"Sir! Incoming transmission from the Iowa Class!" A Midshipman shouted from his radio-station.

"Let's hear it," the Lieutenant replied, and the message was broadcast across the bridge:

"We, the NNS Halo, hereby order your convoy to halt. You will not be allowed to pass through the Strait without a payment of $500,000 to us. We will engage you if you do not obey and decide to try to continue without payment in full. We warn you, we have nuclear torpedo's on this ship, and will use them if necessary."

The bridge crew were rather stunned. The ships were still moving forwards, indeed it would be difficult to stop them, but the Lieutenant barked the order to slow, and to wake the Captain.

The Captain, even more disgruntled than he was a few hours ago, stepped on to the bridge and shouted gruffly,

"This better be good, or someone isn't getting off this convoy duty any time soon," staring at the Lieutenant.

"A renegade ViZionian battleship is threatening us with a nuclear device unless we pay them a ransom of $500,000."

"Damn fools!" He barked, not perturbed for a minute, "We don't have any money. Tell 'em where to get off, and remind them of what happens to foreigners who sink His Majesty's ships."

"Errr... sir, they have a nuclear torpedo," the Lieutenant appealed, but the Captain had already left the bridge. If this went badly, then it would cost him his commission and possibly his life, but he was supremely confident in the naval dominance of Praetonia, and he knew himself that no foreign power would stand in the way of a vessel which flew Praetonian colours. Such blind patriotism was unfortunately common in the Praetonian military and Praetonian high society.

"Keep going, and broadcast static on all channels," the Lieutenant ordered, hoping that that would buy some time, or at least prompt them to send a helicopter to meet in person. What would happen then was beyond his sight, but knew that he could turn about now and lose his commission and be disgraced before his family and friends. He couldn't let that happen, but at the same time he didn't want to be killed by a 16" HE shell.

OOC: Mind if I join this late?

RP: The SR-71 Blackbird reconnaissance airplane of the Van Luxemburgian Airforce flew high and fast to the Gibraltar Straits, after being dispatched by the Grand Duke himself. "that may only happen in an emergency" the pilot thought by himself. "Black Eagle, this is Airforcecontrol. try to avoid the ship at all costs, we don't want an expensive plane like yours lost, over" "WTH," the Pilot said to himself "sending me out and then ask me to be careful? you must be kidding, i'll fly right over the ship, High and Fast, let's see what's happening"....

10 minutes later, the Grand Duke's office:

BAM!!! the assistant of the Grand Duke walked up against the glass door of the Grand Duke's office. "not again....*Sigh*" the Grand Duke said to himself, because his assistant was always walking up against the glas door. "what's up?" he asked. "the Blackbird is not obeying your orders Sir, he seems to be approaching the ship directly" "damnit, then we need to call him back, get him back here now! i don't want that multi-million toy destroyed!" "okay sir, i'll contact airforcecontrol as fast as possible" "and you better be fast!, otherwise you will not walk up against that door ever again!"

The Commodore was baffeled. How the hell could an Iowa launch a torpedo? Where were the launchers? He stood over the deck, and watched the 14" ETC guns swivle towards the Iowa. Down in the firecontrol room, the shells guidance was being informed of their target... the RADAR.

The Grey Storm was possibly the only ship in the fleet that had anti-radiation shells. Sure every shell in the Artitsan navy had LIDAR and GPS, but not a ANTI-RADIATION system. The GPS location of the IOWA was loaded in, and now they waited for the order. They were still outside the range of the Iowa's 16" guns, and would be for a long time.

The order was given, and a large thunderous boom resounded throughout the ship as it rocked side to side. The shells were sent screaming into the air, 6 in total. They reached their pinnicle in their arch, and four fins extended. Immediatly they began course adjustments based on the GPS reciever, and the radiation detection system. They guided the shells all the way to the boat, and hopefully into the RADAR system that controlled the SAMs.
"Captain... uhh, what appears to be an Artitsian ship has begun firing at us." one of the watchmen said just as the shells began hitting the water around the ship. "Full fucking speed ahead!" the Captain yelled at the top of his lungs. Just then, a shell struck portside, into where many of the bunks lay. "Fucking assholes. Return fire!!!" he screamed. "Sir, we're out of.." "Shut up you dumb ass! Get us there!"

Another shell hit, this time hitting the deck, again portside. The ship was ordered to head directly for the Artistian ship, nuclear torpedo readied. "I want to send them a message." the Captain barked. "Sir, it'll be pretty staticy, I think one of the shells knocked the antana's off-kilter." one of the radiomen replied. "I don't give a fuck. Does it look like I give a fuck? No!"

After a moment, they were able to send out the message.
"Artistian ship, we order you to cease fire. We will return fire if you do not leave the area. We also have nuclear torpedo's, and will use them if you force us to. And it may not be military targets, either. Are you prepared to bear the responsibility of forcing us to launch a nuclear attack upon civilians, or another nations naval forces, just so you can destroy one battleship? Again, we order you to leave the area or be destroyed."

Just as he sat down, "Sir!" yelled one of the men at the radar. "Oh, what the fuck now?" the Captain asked. "The clump of ships... I believe they are Praetonia. But that doesn't matter... what matters is, they're heading our way!"

"Prepare to fire upon them if they do not stop..." the Captain replied. Just then, one of the seamen came in to give a report, "Captain, we have lost 17 men, another 21 are injuried. We just got two fires under control now. The haul is slightly damaged, but it holding. Any direct hit, and we're done for, sir. I would like to re..."

"I know what you'd like to request, but..." the Captain pulled a gun out, "I'd suggest you go back, alert the men we're going straight for the ship that fired upon us. We may be using the nuclear torpedo soon, too."

"Yes sir." he replied before turning and heading back.

The Blackbird has reached the location of the Halo, not obeying th orders given to him. "this is airforcecontrol, return immediatly!" "no, this to damn interesting, they are shooting eachother!" "airforcecontrol here, what else do you see?" "I see a bunch of ships laying around everywhere, it looks like only a few have been shooting, sir" "keep watching it, the Duke has given orders right now to get closer to the Halo, airforcecontrol out." "this is Black Eagle, coming closer with pleasure!"

The Blackbird has reached the location of the Halo, not obeying th orders given to him. "this is airforcecontrol, return immediatly!" "no, this to damn interesting, they are shooting eachother!" "airforcecontrol here, what else do you see?" "I see a bunch of ships laying around everywhere, it looks like only a few have been shooting, sir" "keep watching it, the Duke has given orders right now to get closer to the Halo, airforcecontrol out." "this is Black Eagle, coming closer with pleasure!"
"Captain, there's a plane... looks like a Blackbird, that's been circling around the area. I can't tell you what country it's from, but someones camming us." said a watchman. "Ahh, don't worry about it. We got enough fighting to worry about. I could care less about any plane that does not posess firepower. He's not seeing anything that these other ships aren't. They all know what we have, where we are, and what we look like." the Captain said.

The Lieutenant put his binoculars to his eyes and surveyed the drama unfolding to their port.

"Sir, the Artitsans are exchanging fire with the Halo. The ViZionians say they've readied the nuclear torpedo," the same Midshipman shouted across the bridge.

"Ready combat systems, prepare to engage. Order the cargo ships to break off and scatter. Oh, and wake the Captain again even if he doesn't want to be woken."

Missiles in the various VLS cells throughout the fleet were armed, and the sum total of the fleet's gun armament, ten 6" guns and twelve 4.5" guns, were being readied to fire. It was hoped that ti would not come to that, but he could not turn back, and going forwards meant a fight. It would be best to do so here, with the Artitsans to support, that further on in the Strait and within torpedo range.

A single small UUV was launched under the waves, and a UAV was also launched into the air. The UUV traveled towards the Iowa incredibly slowly, avoiding detection by the Iowa's meager sonar system. The UUV would study the underside of the hull, and look for any torpedo tubes. The UAV would look for any Torpedo tubes on the deck... It would be safe since the RADAR was apparently quite damaged.

Meanwhile the V-84T and two V-84A's hovered a fair distance away, awaiting further orders to strike.

The Commodore was baffeled. How the hell could an Iowa launch a torpedo? Where were the launchers? He stood over the deck, and watched the 14" ETC guns swivle towards the Iowa. Down in the firecontrol room, the shells guidance was being informed of their target... the RADAR.

The Grey Storm was possibly the only ship in the fleet that had anti-radiation shells. Sure every shell in the Artitsan navy had LIDAR and GPS, but not a ANTI-RADIATION system. The GPS location of the IOWA was loaded in, and now they waited for the order. They were still outside the range of the Iowa's 16" guns, and would be for a long time.

The order was given, and a large thunderous boom resounded throughout the ship as it rocked side to side. The shells were sent screaming into the air, 6 in total. They reached their pinnicle in their arch, and four fins extended. Immediatly they began course adjustments based on the GPS reciever, and the radiation detection system. They guided the shells all the way to the boat, and hopefully into the RADAR system that controlled the SAMs.

Out of the distance, the 13th Fleet moved to copy the Halo's movements.
The 9 x 20" Electro-Thermal Chemical Guns on the NNS Livewire (Larger than a Yamato), and the 9 x 16" guns Electro-Thermo Chemical Guns of the two Imperial-Clas battleships all moved to to point in the direction of the Artitsa ship.
"TERAIS Guidance processing projectory by motion detection, GPS Guidance, RADAR, and heat detection." Said one of the sailor's on the bridge.
"Targeted. Main batteries are ready to fire, Sir."
"Fire." Said Senior Admiral Koss
"Aye Aye, Sir," The Sailoy slammed on a button and moved to a microphone infront of him, "Bridge to Main Battery Control, Engage, Engage!"
The normal lights of the Battleships truned off, and a red light lit the inside of every ship in the fleet, meaning battlestations. A moaning was heard and a thunderous boom was heard of nine, 20" projectiles and eight teen, 16" projectiles was went spiraling in a arch at the super-structure of the Artitsa Ship.
"TERAIS is reloading the main batteries."
"Commence firing with the main batteries at the Artitsa ship(s), until it is sinking. It will be a hint to never fuck with a Nycton owned ship. That Iowa is ours."

"Senior Admiral Koss to the Halo, you are ordered to merge with the fleet now, and head due South West toward Nyctania. Respond."

An encrypted message was sent to the Nyctonian naval forces in the area.

Senior Admiral Koss, this is Captain Mickey Johnson of the NNS Halo. Artitsian forces have begun firing upon us. We did not fire the first shot. I repeat, we have come under attack by Artitsian forces. We request backup, as we know this will lead to a massive battle. Our lone ship likely cannot come out of this in tact, as there are near 100 opposition ships, many of then armed, to engage us now. NNS Halo, as you are well aware, is Nyctonian property. One that you have vested interests in, might I add. Again, NNS Halo is under attack. Requesting your aid.

The ship continued steaming ahead straight for the Artitsian ship, preparing to engage. "Sir, we'll be in range in 45 seconds..."

Out of the distance, the 13th Fleet moved to copy the Halo's movements.
The 9 x 20" Electro-Thermal Chemical Guns on the NNS Livewire (Larger than a Yamato), and the 9 x 16" guns Electro-Thermo Chemical Guns of the two Imperial-Clas battleships all moved to to point in the direction of the Artitsa ship.
"TERAIS Guidance processing projectory by motion detection, GPS Guidance, RADAR, and heat detection." Said one of the sailor's on the bridge.
"Targeted. Main batteries are ready to fire, Sir."
"Fire." Said Senior Admiral Koss
"Aye Aye, Sir," The Sailoy slammed on a button and moved to a microphone infront of him, "Bridge to Main Battery Control, Engage, Engage!"
The normal lights of the Battleships truned off, and a red light lit the inside of every ship in the fleet, meaning battlestations. A moaning was heard and a thunderous boom was heard of nine, 20" projectiles and eight teen, 16" projectiles was went spiraling in a arch at the super-structure of the Artitsa Ship.
"TERAIS is reloading the main batteries."
"Commence firing with the main batteries at the Artitsa ship(s), until it is sinking. It will be a hint to never fuck with a Nycton owned ship. That Iowa is ours."

"Senior Admiral Koss to the Halo, you are ordered to merge with the fleet now, and head due South West toward Nyctania. Respond."
"Sir, Koss has ordered us to merge with their fleet... NOW." he one of the radiomen. "We'll obey those orders."

The ship turned, preparing to merge with the fleet. He ordered a message to be sent to Koss. "We are merging with you now."

EDIT:

"Wait, don't turn the radio off yet!" the Captain yelled just as he was sitting down. "I remembered something else..." he said, grinning, as he walked back over to the radio.

"Senior Admiral Koss, I request the ability to launch nuclear torpedo 1 at the merging Artitsian/Praetonian forces to destroy them, giving us a scotch-free escape while all other forces are destroyed, damaged, or to stunned to react until we are well out of the area."

"Open hostilities! Full weapon status, open up with everything! Take down those shells!"

The massive 16" and 20" shells that came towards the Grey Storm were almost the size of a small car... and easy pickings. The four lasers mounted aboard had a field day picking off almost a dozen, while missiles slammed into the surviving shells. The Grey Storm picked up speed to 47kts, and pulled out of their range, but now readied the other weapons.

"This is the AMS. Grey Storm, we are under attack by Nycton vessels, and require immediate destruction of the force."
"AMS. Grey Storm, this is Contoller 019915, fully copy, dispatching shipping. K-991 Boxer-Class SSN within operating range, will engage. Aircraft will be launched in T - 2 minutes."

The Grey Storm began cycling off its 96 AM-98A heavyweight Anti-Shipping Missiles as well as its 64 AM-12 MAW standard anti-shipping missiles. The AM-98A had a 650kg warhead, and a speed of Mach 4 whilst sea skimming. They were incredibly advanced and would prove difficult to shootdown. The AM-12's were a smaller more nimble version, with a 200kg warhead. (I can give full stats).

From the Boxer Class SSN, 48 AM-98A's were launched aft of the sail, heading straight for the Nycton fleet. The EB-15 AWACs, previously unnoticed, now directed each and every anti-shipping missile to its target, while attempting to jam the Nycton ships RADARs enough to prevent intervention.

From the South Coast of Artitsa, 24 Su-53's, 6 Su-55's, and 4 F/A-211's were taking off and heading towards the battle zone. The Su-53's carried 6 AM-12 MAW's each, and the F/A-211's carried two AM-98A's and 4 AM-12 MAW's.

Last but certainly not least, a Blue Star Class Super-Dreadnaught was being moved in from the middle Atlantic, escorted by two Borzya BBN's, a Levithian BBCN, and four Arrow Cruisers. The Nycton fleet would be pinned, with the Blue Star coming in from the west, the Boxer SSN from the North, the Grey Storm to the South, and the Praetonians from the East.

The Lieutenant's gaze was fixed in the direction of the ViZion battleship, but he was distracted completely by the shouts from a Midshipman that Nycton forces had opened fire upon the Artitsan battleship.

"What the devil..." he began, but his voice faded away as he saw gunshots streak the air and explode, accompanied by large booms.

"Sir, the ViZion ship is moving to attack the Nycton fleet at close range! Who should we..." the Lieutenant waved him quiet.

"We must support our allies if we are to win this. Have all guns target the larger of their battleships, have them load AP ammunition. I also want twenty Lance missiles, ten Battleaxe missiles configured with tungsten penetrators and another ten Battleaxe missiles. Have the fleet split up. Force them to split their fire between multiple targets."

"Sir!" Many bridge officers shouted in confirmation. ANother, however, was a greeting,

"Sir, the Captain refuses to be woken, and he's posted a guard to his door."

The Lieutenant sighed deeply, "It's just us then."

[OOC: THe stats for the missiles are at my storefront which is linked to in my signature. Please read them before taking damage, they aren't massive write ups at all, and the missile saren't Harpoons or Exocets by any means.]

Transmission to Naval Forces in the area:
We, the Armed Forces of Survo, offer our aid to you. For a small fee, of course. It will cost you $1,000 USD. However, if the opposing party wishes, they may pay us $1 billion USD and we will aid them. This is the only way that we will take any action, even if it is simply to save an overboard crew from drowning.

Thank you,
General Lebau

Yellow tracers zipped in front of the Backfire, far enough not to do any damage, but close enough to panic the pilots. "Oh fuck! Pull up, pull up!," Hanski screamed. "Doghouse, this is Black Lab, the unidentified ship has fired on us! Do you read?" The base technitian's voice came through his head set. "Roger, Black Lab, you have permission to engage. We reccomend guns, command wants this ship intact, if possible. Apparently it may bave a nuke on board. Do you read?" "Roger, base, going in with guns. Guns armed. Begining our run now."
"Captain, your orders?" asked an Officer. "Destroy that plane." he ordered as the plane headed towards them. Within a moment, anti-air fire began filling the air. They were determined to destroy anything with a gun or missile now.

The Captain ordered the officer back into the room. "Yes sir?" he asked. "Begin firing upon the Praetonian ships that can be reached." the Captain ordered. "Yes, sir." the Officer said before heading out.

Not but a moment later, the ship began to shake as the 10", 14", and 16" cannons began firing. Four missiles were also loaded and launched, split between two different Praetonian ships and two different Artitsian ships.

"Destroy them.. I want them destroyed" The Captain bellowed over the intercoms, while sounding the alarms.

Transmission to Naval Forces in the area:
We, the Armed Forces of Survo, offer our aid to you. For a small fee, of course. It will cost you $1,000 USD. However, if the opposing party wishes, they may pay us $1 billion USD and we will aid them. This is the only way that we will take any action, even if it is simply to save an overboard crew from drowning.

Thank you,
General Lebau
"Captain... you might want to hear this... We can rent these guys to distract the enemies while we make our escape!" he said, laughing at his comment he thought was so funny. The Captain smiled. "Tell them once they destroy the enemies, they will get their $1,000 USD, plus another $1,000 USD bonus for making it out alive..."

The English battleship cruised along the blue sea at 32 knots, Captain Willliam P. Wigret was standing on deck, he was unhappy.

"Why?" he thought, "Why the hell did I have to be the closest one?"

He was referring to the fact that his ship was being sent to evaluate a "small skirmish" that had erupted near a strait. England and Ireland had been contacted by several countries on the matter within no less than an hour or two, they had to do something, and his ship was the closest. The H.M.S. Excalibur was the highlight of English naval might in its day, which was a decade ago. Now ships were being built in England and Ireland that were greatly adavance, even compared to the Excalibur, but who cared. The captain was even more disheveled when he found out about the nukes.

"Lauch!" he shouted, seconds later a small whine and then a noise like a gunshot rang out across the deck. It was a small airplane, about a meter long and two across, it wasn't a weapon, just reconissance, actually real handy the R.I.G., or Remote Intelligence Glider could pick up airial shots of battles with no risk of humans because it was remotley controlled.

"Nukes! God help us."

"Airforcecontrol, This is black eagle, do you copy?" "Black Eagle, This is Airforcecontrol, we copy, what's up?" "our laser mike pics up some strange noises from the Halo's Mess, i don't know what's going on, something about mercenaries" "OK, record all words said will you, we'll decide if we send Big Bird Alpha" "is he in my region then?" "Big Bird Alpha here, i'm inbound, ETA 1 minute" "thanks for sending Big Bird, Black Eagle out." "roger, maintain radio silence please, airforcecontrol out"

The Lieutenant's gaze was fixed in the direction of the ViZion battleship, but he was distracted completely by the shouts from a Midshipman that Nycton forces had opened fire upon the Artitsan battleship.

"What the devil..." he began, but his voice faded away as he saw gunshots streak the air and explode, accompanied by large booms.

"Sir, the ViZion ship is moving to attack the Nycton fleet at close range! Who should we..." the Lieutenant waved him quiet.

"We must support our allies if we are to win this. Have all guns target the larger of their battleships, have them load AP ammunition. I also want twenty Lance missiles, ten Battleaxe missiles configured with tungsten penetrators and another ten Battleaxe missiles. Have the fleet split up. Force them to split their fire between multiple targets."

"Sir!" Many bridge officers shouted in confirmation. ANother, however, was a greeting,

"Sir, the Captain refuses to be woken, and he's posted a guard to his door."

The Lieutenant sighed deeply, "It's just us then."

[OOC: THe stats for the missiles are at my storefront which is linked to in my signature. Please read them before taking damage, they aren't massive write ups at all, and the missile saren't Harpoons or Exocets by any means.]
(Praetonia, Link?)
The many TERAIS-Guided CIWS strung to action ready to fire at any close incoming aircraft or missile. Vertical-Launch Systems opened up on every ship on the 13th Fleet that could carry.
"Preparing Anti-Missile, Anti-Aircraft, and Anti-Shell Counter-Measures for the entire fleet. Feedback for the fleet Counter-Measures and Counter-Strike is being networked to your screenfor the Artitsa and Praetonia attacks."
"Affirmed" Said the Senior Admiral.

On the small moniter of the left arm rest of the Admiral's Chair in the deck the typign appeared what each ship was deploying.

NNS LiveWire, a Splinter-Class Battleship (64 RAM Anti-Missile/Anti-Aircraft Missile, Barrages from the 9 x 20" ETC, 24 x 6" ETC, 80 x TERAIS-Guided CIWS)

2 Imperium-Class Battleships (56 RAM Anti-Missile/Anti-Aircraft Missile, Barrages from the 18 x 16" ETC, 40 x 6" ETC, 160 x TERAIS-Guided CIWS)

1 Arkayne-Class Escort Carrier (10 F-97 Hawkeye Air Supiority Fighters, 10 F-96 Phasmatis Mutlirole Fighter, 40 x TERAIS-Guided CIWS)

1 Vixan-Class CGN (6 x 6" ETC, 64-cell Vertical Launch Missile System, 2 Topedo Tubes)

1 Ticonderoga-Class CG (US Stats, with ETC Guns)

2 Linccess-Class DDG (2 x 6" ETC, 32-cell Vertical Launch Missile System, 48 x TERIS-Guided CIWS)

3 Meszeran-Class DD (6 x 6" ETC, 84 x RAM Anti-Missile/Anti-Aircraft Missile, 6 Torpedo Tubes, 48 x TERIS-Guided CIWS)

8 Gonear-Class FF ( 8 x 6" ETC, 224 x RAM Anti-Missile/Anti-Aircraft Missile, 112 x 20mm TERAIS Guided Cannons)

"Sir, All Verticle Launch Missile Systems are launching one by one sir. All of them are V-106 Harpoon III's, at all capital ship of Praetonia and Artitsa. All empty cells are being reloaded to hold 50% Anti-Ship Missiles and 50% Anti-Aircraft/Anti-Missile. All RAM is targetting Missiles and aircraft inbound. CIWS ready to fire at missiles and aircraft inbound. We are moving for 6" ETC range. All batteries above 10" are currently in range and are in maximum rate of fire, firing at hostile ships. Torpedo's are go. 20 Aircraft Fueling and taking off to intercept enemy aircraft. Enemy aircraft and hostiles inbound..."
"Roger that Sea-Legionairy."
"Sir, call Imperial Command. Were going to need support."
A few seconds later...
"They are panicking. They are diverting the 2nd and 3rd Fleet to this location."
"WHATTTT?!" Said the Senior Admiral jumping to his feet, "Those two combined fleets...that's over 132 major ships, and TWO Super-Dreadnoughts, this is going to be a bigger fucking fight than i thought!"

Next to the Battleship Halo

"Okay everyone the charges are set. When they blow they won't do much damage but at least they will get the crew's attention and then we can get on board. So here we go: 3, 2, 1 and blow." Good whispered. Moments later two satchel charges placed on the left side of the ship blew.

ooc: So your attacking my battleship group? Ok fine, then I guess they are within range then, muahaha.

ic:

The Bluestar pounded through the waves, as 16" shells rained down upon her belt. They lacked the punch to penetrate the thick double 16" layer of armour. Made of advanced composites, it was more like the equivilent of 32" of steel armour. The massive 28" guns swivled, all twenty of them. Targeting information was entered into the massive computer, and they fired. Anyone that was on deck would be deaf, and probably thrown right off the deck. Beside the Blue Star, the two Borzya's fired their 10 22" guns (each), at the Nycton fleet (including the Iowa). And finally the Levithian BBCCN opened up its 15 22" guns upon the Nycton fleet as well. They would wait for orders to fire their next salvo. The two Anti-Shipping missiles were easily smacked down by two Dublin-600 SAMs. 235 AM-98's were launched in retaliation.

K-992 launched a spread of six supercavitating torpedoes (660mm, big ass) and two 1000mm supercavitating torpedoes at the battleships. She would reload immediatly and fire off another six.

The Flight of Aircraft loosed their anti-shipping missiles, and turned about, to rearm and refuel, while the Grey Storm continued to move out of the Iowa's range, but still hammering it with her own 14" ETC guns.

OOC: I'll reply later... heading to my 2 hr class now... *sigh* I hate long classes...

"Black Eagle to Base and Big Bird Alpha! Big Bird, keep circling around the city of Gibraltar! the Nyctonians seem to be readying AA defenses, not sure what there intentions are!" "airforcecontrol here, we'll ask about there intentions, airforcecontrol out" "Nycton, this is Van Luxemburg Airforcecontrol, are your Intentions shooting down Van Luxemburg Aircraft? please Respond"

[OOC: ViZion: Out of interest, what are you firing? Harpoons or an equivalent?

Nycton: As I clearly state, it is in my signature, labelled, unsuprisingly, "Imperial Praetonian Shipyards". Also, did you take any damage, at least from my guns. I should also point out that it's very difficult and at least time consuming to reload VLS cells, and generally involves someone getting on deck with a crane. Anyway, do you have stats for your missiles?]

"Sir! Two missiles inbound," the Midshipman shouted. He looked worried, but he really shouldn't have been. Praetonian SAAM systems were hishly complex and designed to deal with large missile strikes. A small, low-level threat was quickly dealt with. CIWS guns rattled, and the first missile went down. The second evaded the Testudo 40mm dual guns, for a few seconds, but was then taken down by a SCRAMjet Discus SAAM.

[OOC: *waits for Nycton to take losses before continuing*]

ooc: So your attacking my battleship group? Ok fine, then I guess they are within range then, muahaha.

ic:

The Bluestar pounded through the waves, as 16" shells rained down upon her belt. They lacked the punch to penetrate the thick double 16" layer of armour. Made of advanced composites, it was more like the equivilent of 32" of steel armour. The massive 28" guns swivled, all twenty of them. Targeting information was entered into the massive computer, and they fired. Anyone that was on deck would be deaf, and probably thrown right off the deck. Beside the Blue Star, the two Borzya's fired their 10 22" guns (each), at the Nycton fleet (including the Iowa). And finally the Levithian BBCCN opened up its 15 22" guns upon the Nycton fleet as well. They would wait for orders to fire their next salvo. The two Anti-Shipping missiles were easily smacked down by two Dublin-600 SAMs. 235 AM-98's were launched in retaliation.

K-992 launched a spread of six supercavitating torpedoes (660mm, big ass) and two 1000mm supercavitating torpedoes at the battleships. She would reload immediatly and fire off another six.

The Flight of Aircraft loosed their anti-shipping missiles, and turned about, to rearm and refuel, while the Grey Storm continued to move out of the Iowa's range, but still hammering it with her own 14" ETC guns.

I'm firing at the ship that fired on the Halo. I wasn't aware you had an entire battlegroup of large battleships and a super-dreadnought sitting near by. O_o

ooc: Oh I did, and I responded to that. And now your going to have quite the headache. 132 Combat Ships? Try 1094. ::devil::

ic: From the Artisagrad Harbour, the 2nd Artitsan Fleet, known as the Black Fleet, has set sail for the battle, and eventually the Nycton homeland. No one would disrespect Artitsa like this. The Second Fleet assembled previously (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406699)


edit: It'll be a few RL days before they reach the area however...

"I repeat: Nycton, are your intentions shooting down Van Luxemburgs Aircraft? repeating...." :confused:

OOC- Will everyone refrain from attacking the ship while my Spec Ops team is near it. I promise that they can infiltrate the ship.

"sir, still no reply from nycton, i assume they will not shoot, Big Bird alpha, you may come in now, black eagle out" "this is Big Bird Alpha, ETA 30 secs, awaiting support request"
"roger, one of our VLIA (Van Luxemburg Intelligence Agency) cells, has seized the WW II cannons in Gibraltar, they will give you orders for eventual support, just like Black Eagle, Airforcecontrol out."

It was hot on the Gibraltar coast, commander Sean McKensey looked at the Halo with its binoculars when he said something to its 1st Colonel "its seems very quiet, but it isn't, READY THE CANNON! we must be ready to shoot if we are threatened!" "roger sir, i'll ready the cannons"


Pilot Gerald Harsh of The van Luxemburg Airforce flew it's B2, nicknamed "Silent Baby" to the Gibraltar Strait, he would make runs from Ceuta to Gibraltar to be ready for support "this is Big Bird Alpha, i'm in place ready for support" The B-2 was Carrying an MOAB, simply because the Van Luxemburgers had nothing else, they had no Anti-Ship Weapons "I hope this works, Going in now"....



To clear anything, Big Bird Alpha is one of the Two B2's in the Van Luxemburgian Airforce (the "silent baby")

OOC- My men are on on the left side of the ship, so I implore you not to hit them.

i will not, because i will only fire when i'm threatened :mp5: :D

OOC- Okay

Commander McKensey was nervous, he just got the message that the Grand Duke was coming over personally in his concord, McKensey said it was too dangerous, but they wouldn't listen, the Duke came, with 100 of it's elite forces, those elite forces, or the Van Luxemburgian Army (which consists of 1000 elite forces with smartrucks) where one of the best in its region, what the hell do they want out here?

ooc: Oh I did, and I responded to that. And now your going to have quite the headache. 132 Combat Ships? Try 1094. ::devil::

ic: From the Artisagrad Harbour, the 2nd Artitsan Fleet, known as the Black Fleet, has set sail for the battle, and eventually the Nycton homeland. No one would disrespect Artitsa like this. The Second Fleet assembled previously (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406699)

(Fuck. How big is your navy? My entire navy is around 1,300 ships. Uh Oh O_o. By the way, post losses and what not too. I know 500+ anti-ship missiles and constant battering with my shells didn't do ALL get blown away. Nycton Naval doctrine also dictates to hit the superstructure of a ship if it can, not the belts, not you fault though, didn't tell you. Future notations :))

The CIWS fired non stop as missiles flung from each direction. Screaming was heard as the red lits flickered from each hit the ship would have taken. The entire 13th Fleet was taking a nice beating. More than 1/2 of the anti-ship missiles fired from Praetonia and Artitsa had been takin down by the RIM-116 Rolling Air-Frame Missiles, but the shells also rained in. The Ticondaroga-Class was battered down unluckily by 28" shells. It was forced into the water and sunk is seconds. Losses were staggering.

NNS LiveWire, a Splinter-Class Battleship (Critically Damaged)
2 Imperium-Class Battleships (2 Critically Damaged)
1 Arkayne-Class Escort Carrier (Med Damaged, All Aircraft Destroyed)
1 Vixan-Class CGN (Critically Damaged)
1 Ticonderoga-Class CG (Sunk)
2 Linccess-Class DDG (1 Sunk, 1 Lightly Damaged)
3 Meszeran-Class DD (3 Sunk)
8 Gonear-Class FF (7 Sunk, 1 Critically Damaged)

The main batteries for all the Battleships were offline. RAM was offline and unable to automatically reload. Some vertical launch systems had been reloaded near 32%(My ships are much different than US Navy. TERAIS IS Target, Engage, Reload, Artificial Intelligence System. It does everything the name states with minimal human interaction. It is empoyed on most heavy equipment in the entire Nycton military. It has the ability to reload VLS from the inside. The Senior Admiral was on the ground crying. He crawled to where a sailor once was, dead behind him due to a blow to the head. He grabbed the fire and put it on a open radio transmission.

This is Senior Admiral Koss of what is left of the 13th Fleet. Cease Fire! Cease Fire! Hostilities are over. We are sorry for the loss we have caused the nations of Praetonia and Artitsa, we hope we will bring a great peace between our nations. The Halo is still ours though. She will return with us. The 2nd Fleet is still coming to stand scavage anything it can from deep sea divings. Out.

"Pick up any survivors as sea." He ordered
Searchlights were shot into the water, and hundreds of floating bodies and scraps of metal were everywhere. Screams of freezing man could be around all around the once mighty fleet.

OOC- I am kind of lost. Nycton and Artista are you going to fight?

The second fleet was barely out of the harbour when it was informed it would return. Most of the battleships involved in the fight would need heavy repairs, but the Grey Storm was alright. All ships were returning to Artitsa for resupply and repairs.

McKensey finally knew it, they were here to help! the Grand Duke will play for supreme commander, and the plan is to get those nuclear torpedos, for the faith of the world, but there's one thing he don't likes about the plan, the nuclears are going back to Vizion, why not to Van Luxemburg?


(OOC i'll post other plans tonight (i'm Euro))

"Sir, the Nyctoni fleet has struck her Colours," the Midshipman said to the Lieutenant now fearing seriously for his life. His ship had just been hit by four anti-ship missiles, and although two have failed to do much damage, the other two had struck the superstructure which was now ablaze in two different places. The comms mast had collapsed into the sea. Elsewhere in the fleet, three Jupiter Class Frigates were sinking fast, and their crews were abandoning ship, her command staff in the helicopter.

Two of the Praefele Class Destroyers were seriously damaged, with fires spreading towards the engine room in one ship. Every other ship in the fleet had some damage of some kind, but had performed excellently in shooting down many of the missiles headed towards them, and the armour had taken many more.

"Nyctoni fleet, this is Lieutenant Avarius Polus of the Imperial Praetonian Navy. I accept your surrender," the Lieutenant informed the enemy over a megaphone. He was just thinking of the prize money he would get from this fleet.

"Get the Artitsans on comms, have them send a represantative to discuss the dividing up of their fleet," the Lieutenant ordered.

McKensey ran towards the airport "what the Hell is that? we don't even got C5 Galaxys!" when he asked for info at the office of the Grand Duke, he heard that the Duke had bought some new stuff, for private use, the government had nothing to do with it. including

3 C5 Galaxys
2 Cougar Helicopters
10 M2A3 bradleys
and an M1A2 Abrams tank

"it must not get weirder, he is buying an enormous army!"on that moment he heard the roaring of some kind of rocket or something....

The Grand Duke was in his office, which he had rented because it had a solid door instead of a glass one, so his assistant wouldn't walk up against the door again, when he heard a huge bang "Damnit, we're being shot at!" he grabbed its radio and called for help: "we're being shot at, open fire immediatly!" at that moment the door opened and his assistant came in, "sorry, i walked up against the door again, that was a huge bang"
the Duke grabbed his radio and said "cease Fire, cease Fire, it was an accident!" "sorry, but that's no longer possible sir, we already shot everything we've got!" in the confusion the next minutes, soldiers began shooting at eachoter, getting serious injuries and 2 dead and a boeing commercial liner was shot out of the air by a stinger, "sir, injuries on other parties unknown, but they gonna be big i think!" "make an official message stating it was our fault, and apologize for it, RIGHT NOW! DIIISMISSED!

From: The Grand Duchy of van Luxemburg
to: other parties inbound on the strait of Gibraltar

Dear friends,

we Apologize for the mess we caused on the last few minutes, because of a miscommunication we thought we were attacked, and shot back. this confusion killed 2 people of the van Luxemburg army, killing 256 civilians in an Commercial liner we apologize for this, and we regret our faults, we will research wat happened in those seconds, we thank you for your understanding

with condolations,

Koen van Luxemburg
Grand Duke of van Luxemburg

Official Nycton Government Response
"Early this morning, the Nycton navy enaged in a series of missile, torpedo, aircraft, and turret strikes against the Artitsa and Praetonia Fleets. Though, Senior Admiral Koss did what he could with what resources he had, it was not enough to stop the much bigger fleets of his hostiles. We was confirmed reports that over 756 men are dead, 816 men wounded. 12 of the 19 ships have been sunk. The 13th Fleet has waved the white flag, and is currently picking up survivors. It will escort the Iowa Battleship to Nyctania. The ships will withstain much repairs. In response to these attacks, I, the Imperator of Nycton is proposing to the Imperial Nycton Senate a series of reforms for the Nycton Navy. These reforms will include funding takin from the Army and Marines and directly to the Navy for research and to broaden it's ship numbers. Currently the Nycton Navy employs over 1,300 combat ships. The new plan named "Naval Plan Z-17A outlines for up to 14 new classes to be built and put into service. The total combatant vessels should be in the 5,800 range within 12 years. Advanced missile development will go in affect also. The nation's of Praetonia and Artitsa has proven the destruction it's weapons can cause and would like to pursue open contracts with the two nations for naval technology. If Naval Plan Z-17A proves successful, there shall most certainly be a Z-17B, upgrading the Navy to a total combatant ship number to the 11,000 range. We hope with future friendship of Artitsa and Praetonia that could even mean membership in the Organization of Maritime Powers. Thank You. Strength, Honor, and glory to the Nycton people."

Imperator Flavius Valteen the II
The Constitutional Imperium of Nycton

Jaws were dropped all around on the Javean warships.
Ulong slowly depressed the intercom button on the Comm officer's panel.
"This is your captain speaking. It would *appear* the conflict is over, without a shot being fired on our part. Your courage and bravery in the face of such overwhelming defeat is commendable, and I *will* be noting it in my official report. Lets head home!"
As he withdrew his finger from the button, Ulong sighed. He knew that this wasn't over. Far from it. A madman still had control over a battleship with nuclear armaments. And now he was rich. But this was the world's problem now, not that of a fisherman-turned-warship-Captain.
"Stand down all weapons systems, and get us the hell out of here."
The screams of the dying could be heard from across the waters. Oil and blood intermixed with the sea, as massive hulks slid to the ocean floor. Observing this, the crews of the Belial and the Trabadeur turned their pristine, untouched ships around.

Official Statement of the Imperial Government of Praetonia

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v387/Praetonia/PraeFlagII.jpg

"The 13th Nyctani Fleet has provisionally been comissioned into the Imperial Praetonian Navy as the 1st Prize Fleet. Vessels will soon be divided between the Democratic Imperium of Praetonia and Artitsa. All sailors aboard the ships have been taken as prisoners. Any attempt to resist the seizure of said vessels will result in the resumation of hostilities, and will most likely result in the destruction of the fleet in question and certainly result in the expansion of hostilities elsewhere. Assuming compliance, the Democratic Imperium of Praetonia sees the vessels to be seized as adequate compensation for the damage caused by Nyctoni vessels to Praetonian naval assets, and no further action shall be persued."

EDIT: SINCE APPARENTLY MY SHIP WAS NOT CAPTURED, my first comment bit of IC talk about the Captain saying not to allow the ship to be boarded is gone.. but President Maybury (last part of this post) is under the impression that the ship was captured, so it stands... And the Lt. Commander part, he and 15 armed guards were on a Nyctonian destroyer making a deal...
IC:
Lt. Commander Japser was clearly frightened. For one, he had two bombs strapped to him that he had no control over, and knowing the Captain, thinks would get messy, seeing that Mickey would not allow any of the crew to be captured. He was also being captured by people who would consider him hostile, even though this whole situation was against his will.

As a high-ranking Praetonian officer approached, he started, "Sir, what is going to happen? Will I be freed?"
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Back in ViZion City
The mood in the capital was extatic. The ship had been captured, and though damaged, was not destroyed. The Captain, Mickey, is also cornered, and had not been killed. Not yet, anyway. This was all good news.

A message to Praetonia was sent from President Maybury;
Praetonia and Artitsa, we, the government and Armed Forces of ViZion, congratulate you on a grand victory over the rouge nuclear-capable Iowa-class battleship. For the safe return of the crew, including the Captain, as well as the ship, and nuclear torpedo's, we will offer a reward of $450 million to each of your nations. However, all of that must be true in order for the payment to be made.

We look forward to the safe return of all that is required, and thank you very much for helping end this crisis without a nuclear strike happening. We do expect that your nations will not take over our ship except until we can retrieve it and bring it back home, and that you will not study, nor completely take, the nuclear torpedo's on board into your nation, as those two actions would create a problem. But, we trust that that would not happen, and that you remember what a great honor you have done.

Thank you,

President Maybury

Vice Admiral Michael Sutherland was relieved that the situation was over with a relatively small number of causalties on both sides, but his ships remained on station and would until the Rogue Iowa Class Battleship and it's nuclear torps were handed over to ViZion forces, he was also happy at the news of the rest of the 1st Naval Taskforce and the 2nd, and 3rd taskforces of the 1st Silver Sky Naval Fleet would be arriving in a 12 hours thus putting 75 ships under his command, included in that total would be 10 Montana Class SuperBattleships, 5 Sky Class Carriers, 20 Aegis II Guided Missile Cruisers, 30 Lancer class Guided Missile Destroyers, 5 supply ships and the his secret weapons 5 ArchAngel class Sniper Ships, they were equipped with three turrets of 2 24" Electromagnetic railguns, these ships were fast, manuverable. The other advantage of the Sniper ships is that they had 2 torpedo tubes armed with 1000mm supercavitating torps. The only weakness was the lack of AA defences it only had 2 Sniper SAM launchers along with 4 Silver Shield Anti-Missile gun systems. Which requires it to be protected by AA ships.

Another reason the Vice Admiral was staying on station is that he did not trust nations that allied with others only by coincidence, or to destroy a common enemy because they often turned against each other, especially when new technology was in there grasps. He watched the Praetonia and Artitsa fleets with a calculating eye, he was devising a battle plan just in case things got bad. But these were purely defensive plans.

"this is delta echo foxtrot niner! go in! go in!"

these were only words to warn the backfire bomber. pheonix missles streaked from the incomming survoen F-23s.

"Battleship Halo, We want our money."

(OOC: Survo where did the Backfire bomber come from? That was gone along time ago, oh well I hope your pilots have ejector seats. :D )
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Fire Control Room on board the Lancer class GMD SSNS Buster

"Captain we have detected incomming Survoen F-23s at 50 miles, they have launched Phoenix Missiles towards a Backfire bomber and are headed towards the Battleship "Halo", shall we engage?" asked Ensign Berg. "Hold on let we contact the Vice Admiral." After a brief exchange over the video comm system the captain turned towards the Ensign with a smug look on his face. "Ensign get a lock on those Survoen Fighters and fire!"

Three launchers turned and elevated, towards the target, next came the sound of launching Sniper SAMs, the missiles streaked towards their targets at speeds of Mach 6.

The Silver Sky has officialy declared hostilities against Survo.

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From:
Captain Gimmets of BgN Griffin DDG

To:
Vice Admiral Rang Inth
First Fleet





We are only hours away from the site of hostilities. Currently, the fighting has subsided and it appears that the rogue ship has been captured by friendly parties, though this is not confrmed. Unless ordered to do otherwise, this flotilla will continue on course to assist the Navies involved.



Pleased with your prompt reply and acceptance,


Captain Gimmets of BgN Griffin DDG

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Open communications to local ships from of the Republic of Bob gog gog
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From:
Captain Gimmets of BgN Griffin DDG

To:
All Navy and civilian vessels


We are en route and will be at the site of hostilities in hours. Our hospital ship, BgN Tenacious, is equiped to handle several thousand casualties at this time.

Our other vessels are well equiped for logistical assistance.




Pleased with your prompt reply and acceptance,


Captain Gimmets of BgN Griffin DDG



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"SHIT!! MISSLES!!!"
"YOU ROOKIE!! THIS IS THE F-23 STEALTH FIGHTER!!! COME ON! JUST ROLL!!
as the figter rolled, the missles were tricked due to the low radar.
"THEY WONT FALL FOR THAT AGAIN!! HIT THAT SHIP!!!
the fighter hit the deck and fired with everything the had.

"this is foxtrot 2, we are your reinforcements!"

as this was said, 3 new fighters shot onto the scene, they were the new gurion models. they could supercrues to mach 3 and were stelthed.

"welcome to the party foxtrot 2, join in our game of piniata and you may get some candy!"

Congradulations ViZion to bad my men never got to capture the ship. ;)

Ensign Berg watched as the missiles passed the approaching fighters. "Sir! The missiles have missed, the F-23s have been joined by 3 new fighters that are only detecable by heat jet exhaust." "Damn, switch the missiles to LIDAR (laser/radar) guidance and fire!" The Captain then turned on the Comm system and contacted the nearest Strike Dagger fighter squadron. "We on the GMD "Buster' have detected incomming Survoen fighters please engaged." A response came over the radio. "This is Black Sky squadron, roger that "Buster" were only ten miles from the location of the enemy fighters, engaging." Just then warning lights started to go off all over the bridge. "Captain the enemy fighters have launched missile at us!" "Engage the Silver Shield AMS!"

The SS AMS kicked in and began to fire a deadly hail of Depleted Uranium 20mm rounds, the results were astounding, all of the missiles except 2 were destroyed, and the 2 that impacted only caused a light amount of damage.
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OOC: My Strike Dagger Fighters are pretty much a super, and stealth version of the F-14 Tomcat with variable sweep wings and 3-d thrust vectoring and supercruise of 2.7 mach and top speed of 4mach, they are equiped with 10 smaller more accurate versions of the Phoenix.)

"sir, still no reply from other parties, i don't know what's happening" "what about the Blackbird?" "no contact since the shooting began, sir" "strange, watch everything in the nearby region, you may shoot at anything wich threatens us now" "okay sir" "okay, dismissed!"

The Commodore was baffeled. How the hell could an Iowa launch a torpedo? Where were the launchers?
not that it matters but most war ships starting in the world war two period had the capability to launch torpedos from tubes on the forward deck

This is the Oceanic Adventurer, again requesting all ships to advise of disposition, we are planning on crossing through the straits of Gibraltar, if we are fired upon it will be considered an act of war against the Mondothian government. we will hold position until advised of warships currently in the area have advised us of their dispostion

OOC: I don't know if anyone has taken notice but a supertanker is a big ship to ignore in this situation, just sayin

OOC: ViZion sorry I was referring to Nycton's fleet. I've got no idea what'll happen to your ship... probably try to negotiate a surrender.

Inside Blackhawk 471

"Sir, two missles are hot with us," the copilot said. "Okay, lets eject and turn our becons on." "Why," the copilot asked. "Well this is blackops so if we are captured then no one says we exist. If we bail then our rescue beacons can let a naval team save our asses. So bail!" Seconds later both men bailed into the sea.

Inside Alpha's Sub

"Two depth charges have appeared and are on a course to intercept us," Ensign Stone yelled. "Okay lets calm down we just need to dive and things will be all right, but if not everyone suit up in dive suits." Capatian Good said.

Diplomatic Communique to Vizion

We need a copy of the Halo's blueprints.

-End
Three men were guarding the Gibraltar Coastline, when one of them saw something moving in the sea, near the beach.
"This is Bravo 1-6 to Papa Bear, we saw something moving in the sea, looks like swimming people, Bravo 1-6 out."
"this is Papa Bear, Bravo 1-6 you got permission to use lethal force agianst something or someone who is acting hostile, but try to arrest them, we want to interrogate those persons, because they are possible New Zambuda pilots, we don't want anything happening between New Zambuda and Van Luxemburg, so try to get them alive, Papa Bear out"

as the Soldiers ran towards the two men, they saw that they were indeed the Pilots
"Bravo 1-6 here, these are definetly New Zambudian Pilots"
"get them alive"
"roger, to get them alive, may i have a Paramedic here? Bravo 1-6 out."



Official Statement of the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg

after the hostilities surrounding the Halo have been finished, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg has announced, it would not be leaving Gibraltar anywhere soon, the advantages of the sea-linked port are too great. this means that Van Luxemburg also will be building on a Navy, for the First time in history of Van Luxemburg a Ship under the Van Luxemburgian flag will have its own homeport. the navy will be fairly small but highly mobile consisting of:

3 "Jacob Ruysdael" destroyers armed with cruise missiles, eventually nuclear (http://www.marine.nl/images/SM-launch%203_tcm10-4303.jpg)
1 "Luxembourg" class, for amphibious operations (http://www.marine.nl/images/RDAM%20flares%20scherm_tcm10-10978.jpg) , carrying one Sea King and a Sea Lynx
1 "Echternach" class supply ship (http://www.marine.nl/images/ADAM%203%20-%20scherm_tcm10-4828.jpg)
1 "Sea Wolf" class Nuclear Sub
and
1 Catamaran Battleship : armed with two Tomahawk missilebays 3 200' cannons and an apache longbow.

these will al be constructed in Van Luxemburg itself, and there will be tried to finish them in a half RL day because much of the ships systems have been readyed, they only need to commence tests at sea.

OOC: ViZion sorry I was referring to Nycton's fleet. I've got no idea what'll happen to your ship... probably try to negotiate a surrender.
OOC: oh, k, well, I do know that it was heading off to merge with their fleet, so I just assumed... but never mind now! Though the LT. Commander comment still stands... he was on one of Nycton's destroyers with 15 armed guards making a deal...
IC:
"Captain, the Nyctonian fleet has been captured! We must flee!" yelled an Officer. "I know that, so shut the fuck up. I'm busy trying to figure out a plan... head for Nycton. Full steam ahead!" the Captain yelled.

Just as the Officer was exiting the room, "Officer, prepare to launch a single nuclear torpedo at the hostile ships, and fire if they begin a chase. If they do not give chase, do not fire. We must make our escape now!" The Captain said, as all engines began roaring to life, the Nyctonian flag flying high.

OOC: My post (#158) has been edited! Please read it! Thanks!

[OOC: I'm confused... are you RPing a Nyctoni sailor? Or one of your sailors who is on a Nyctoni ship for some reason? Also have you fired the torp or are you only going to if we chase? Sorry about this...]

"Time to go, everyone up!" Good whispered. Moments later 11 of the 12 men were on the ship and ready to go.

sirens and emergency lights signed the other militar vehicles on the road that they must let the vehicle pass, the vehicle was on it's way to Bravo 1-6 who reported two New Zambudian pilots, they seemed to need help. the driver just steered around a slow moving Bradley IFV when Bravo 1-6 came into sight. it seemed to be worse then they thought, or wasn't it?

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Open communications from the flotilla of the Republic of Bob gog gog to all area ships
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From:
Captain Gimmets of BgN Griffin DDG

To:
All Navy and civilian vessels



Our flotilla is now just outside the conflict zone. We will begin airlifting and otherwise transporting injured military and civilian persons to the BgN Tenacious. Our helicopters will be continuously transmitting on 156.00kHz. While some are marked with the internationally known symbol of the red cross on a white body, others will be converted military transports. Please refrain from firing on these aircraft.

Our flotilla also has six patrol craft which have been fitted for medical and logistical support. They will transmit on the same frequency as they to not properly bare red cross insignia. They will be flying red cross flags as well as their national flags.

We are not affiliated or allied with any of the nations involved in this conflict. We will remain neutral. We will return nationals to their country of origin unless it is obvious that a war criminal act has taken place. In such cases, international law will be followed.

Please reply on this frequency with any questions.




Pleased with your prompt reply and acceptance,


Captain Gimmets of BgN Griffin DDG

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[OOC: I'm confused... are you RPing a Nyctoni sailor? Or one of your sailors who is on a Nyctoni ship for some reason? Also have you fired the torp or are you only going to if we chase? Sorry about this...]
OOC: Apparently you didn't see a few pages back that I sent one of our Lt. Commanders onto their ship at their request, guarded by 15 of our soldiers, to strike up a deal that would get the ship out of there... and, hehe... Nycton was trying to get us out of there, and when you guys fired upon the Halo, it was one of their ships, and it was preparing to leave... so, technically, you fired upon a Nycton ship that was planning to leave, as they convinces our Captain to cease his action so no large fighting would happen... lol *sigh*... Basically, you guys attacked/punished the nation that was able to convince the Captain to stop his silly actions...

And we haven't fired yet... we're ready to if hostile ships give chase... but he's leaving the Strait now, thus opening it up...

OOC- For the sake of everyone I am just going to leave this RP because to many people are doing different things. Maybe next time. :)

OOC- For the sake of everyone I am just going to leave this RP because to many people are doing different things. Maybe next time. :)
OOC: ahh, c'mon... you were one of the first people still in here...

SHOOT!!!! HEAT GIUDED MISSLES!!!! EVADE EVADE!!!!
LAUNCH THE FLARES!!!!
DAMN!!! PUNCHIN OUT!!!

Echo one, this is fox!!! how many down!!!!
we lost two, how many for you?
one, darn, go in again!!!! SINK THAT SHIP!!!
arm the TacNukes!!
TNs armed!!!
FIRE!!!!!

the tactical nuke missles streamed tward the attackers.

"Shit! An Artisian destroyer has fired on the renegade! Chief, get those BlackHawks up and have them in attack formation ASAP! Contact the Emperor and Strickland. Tell them we have Condition Red on our hands. Ensign, radio all Xeraphian vessels within striking distance of the HALO, and have them go to HA-4. I want the carriers ready to launch all Hornets in case that a-hole pushes the nuke button."
" Why the Hornets, sir?" The kid was 23, but looked 15.
" Because, Ensign, the Hornets are equipped with Air-to-Air missiles. We may have to shoot the friggin' torp out of the sky if they launch it up instead of out."
" But, sir.....that means...."
" Yeah, it means we're toast. But we can't let it hit a populated area. Don't worry, son, we'll figure a way out of this. In the meantime, get OSS-1 to kepp the infrared scan on the renegade. If they're gonna fire that thing, it'll give us a 2-3 minute warning as they power it up. Also, send warnings to all nations along the coast of the Med Sea of the potential situation. They should be ready to head to the bunkers."
" Aye, sir......"

ooc: Guys, the Grey Storm does not fly Artitsan Flags... it is not registered in Artitsa, it is a merchant raider... and shes more of a cruiser/battleship.

ooc: Guys, the Grey Storm does not fly Artitsan Flags... it is not registered in Artitsa, it is a merchant raider... and shes more of a cruiser/battleship.


OOC>sorry...read it wrong...but then, where does it come from? And why is it heading to Artisian docks? I just want to get this straight before it gets fouled up.

"Sir, we got three of the fighters, but they launched some more missiles, and we getting radiation readings...they're tactical nukes." The bridge was quiet at the shocking news. Then a transmission came over the radio. "This is Black Sky leader, we heard your situation, we got a lock on the nukes, we'll take'em out for you, just alert the fleet and sit tight."


The seven planes of Black Sky squad rolled behind the tact nuke missiles, "Black Sky switch to heat seekers and knock those nukes down." one missile departed from each other fighters, and streaked towards the nuke, there was a series of explosions as the missiles hit there targets, the nuke fell harmlessly into the ocean, "This is Black Sky Leader I think we got them all... wait there's one still headed towards the ship!"

There was a violent explosion as the nuke hit the ship just above the water line, but luckly the nuke didn't dentonate(sp?). The Captain sighed in relief and called over the comm system to damage control, "How bad is the hit?" "Really bad sir, were taking on alot of water, the ship is starting to list, I recommend we abandon ship." said the chief engineer. "Ok." The Captain then turned on the megaphone system, "We're goin to launch another volley of missiles, all non-essential personal abandon, the other will follow shortly." The missile departed from the launchers, soon after words all the life boats were launched, the ship went slowly under, but soon the entire 1st, 2nd, and 3rd taskforces came to pick up the survivors.

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OOC: Please don't use WMD's they tend to ruin RPs and i don't think you want all the other nations against you too, remember we aren't the only ships out here.

From: President Jason Garner
To: Leader of Survo
Subject: Possible end to hostilities

The Silver Sky wishes to open dipolmacy channels with Survo, to end hostilities before more WMD's are used, me believe that if we can end this now we can avoid unnessacary deaths later, please contact us.

"President Jason Garner of The Silver Sky"

OOC: How many of these missiles are going to be launched? All 20, or what?

Yes, we will fire all 20 missles from the bears, while my MiGs run in close and attempt to eliminate enemy gun emplacments.

ooc. This is an old post, just so that noone thinks that I just popped in here.
----Kelgrad International Airport, recently seized for military operations.
The Chancellor was onhand to watch the 10 Bear bombers and their 15 MiG-29 fighters take off, headed towards the Straight of Gibralter. Each bomber was armed with a 2 Kelt missles. The number of bombers was not necissary for one battle ship, but the Chancellor knew that navies from all over the world were assembling in the region, and he wanted them all to see Kelgrad's might at work. Chancellor Sundberg turned to his aide. "Ready a message for the heads of government in Imported_viZion, tell them that we will no longer be attempting to take the ship intact. We will make every effort to sink the ship with the warheads intact, but our main priority is now to avenge the pilots of flight 242. Our Kelt missiles can be fired from far enough out that our bombers will be safe, but a few of the missiles are expeced to be lost to gunfire or other countermeasures. Send the message immediately." His aide saluted and left for the nearest computer.


"Attention, attention, all ships in the Gibralter Stright, this is the Kelgradian Air Force. We are currently inbound to destroy the rouge battle-ship. We are not to respond to any contact from you or our own commander. Any attempt to interfere with our mission will be met with a response from our escort fighters. All ships should pull back. This is all." Captain Kadmetskri repeated the message in several other languages, and released the transmission button. He signaled to the other bombers to begin their bombing run. "MiG flight, head in and attempt to eliminate any chaff launchers and Vulcan guns you can. Good luck" The leader of the flight of MiG-29's led his men in at Mach 1, his fighter screaming towards the massive ship, missles armed.

[OOC: Possibly true, but they didn't communicate that to us, and they then fired on Artitsa without so much as a radio contact. Therefore they have their fleet nicked. That's just how it goes...]

The Praetonian Officer replied politely,

"In due course. Now, if you would follow me," he said, gesturing in front of him where three armed marines were waiting to take him aboard a Praetonian vessel.

the Sea Lynx took off of the VLS "Luxembourg", which was laying in the Gibraltar port, at the same moment three "Jacob Ruysdael" class destroyers unanchored themselves and headed for the Gibraltar straits
"Diekirch to other destroyers of the van Luxemburgian Navy, this is Grand Admiral Shalton, this is the first time any unit of the van Luxemburgian forces will take part in any Combat operation, so stay alert!"
meanwhile, on the Esch-sur-Alzette:
"Capt'n, I an enormous group of Harriers is going to the Halo, what should we do?"
"just wait, we'll see what they do."
"yes sir"
"this is Navycontrol to all ships, we just got a warning from Xeraph, we need to be ready to head for bunkers, please watch the Halo, if they fire, you must fire too, do you copy?"
"this is Diekirch, roger!"
"this is the Echternach, we launched a Sea Lynx to attack the Halo"
"Great Job Capt'n, you're blond are you? if the Halo shoots the torp after we have shot an coventional airbourn torpedo from that Sea Lynx, we're dead meat over here in Gibraltar"
"but..."
"nothing "but"! you may continue with the Sea Lynx, but don't let it happen again!"
"roger"
"this is Sea Lynx, we got the Halo in sight, firing now"
"roger, good luck"
at the same moment two conventional torpedo's were airborne, going in the direction of the Halo.

[OOC: Possibly true, but they didn't communicate that to us, and they then fired on Artitsa without so much as a radio contact. Therefore they have their fleet nicked. That's just how it goes...]

The Praetonian Officer replied politely,

"In due course. Now, if you would follow me," he said, gesturing in front of him where three armed marines were waiting to take him aboard a Praetonian vessel.
OOC: however, it was flying their flag... ;) oh well... lol... and who was that IC comment to? Not my Lt. Commander, right? Or was is?
IC:
The Captain sat their, periodicly checking, and watching the ships get smaller and smaller as the horizon was near the point of eatting them all up.

"This is good... no chase so far." he said. "Looks like we may be able to sake our nuclear torpedo's for another time. We must head for Nycton. There we will be much, much safer. I'm still expecting their payment, as long as their Admiral makes it out alive. And as for Jasper... well, I hope he makes it here with us to serve under me once again."

Just as he was letting a sigh out, "Sir! Sir! Incoming Kelgrad fighters!" yelled out one of the watchmen. "Great... alright, well, I spoke to soon it looks like." he said, hitting the alarm once again. "Incoming Kelgrad fighters! To your places men! Take them out!" he barked over the intercom.

[OOC: Yarr it was. And really, I don't care whose flag it's flying when it fires on my allies. Anyway...]

"The torpedos did not hit, sir"
"sir, the Halo is fleeing"
"damnit, where's the Echternach?"
"it was going to the Mediterranean, sir"
"contact the Echternach class supply ship, let them ram the Halo, oh and btw, let the destroyers fire their cruise missiles, we must destroy the Halo"
"yes sir, i'll do it"

"this is the VLS "Echternach", targets acquired, setting course for Halo, roger on ramming it"
"thanks Echternach, do you have spec ops aboard?"
"no"
"a Sea King will be dropping off some spec ops, to attack the ship after you rammed it"
"thanks"
a Sea King departed 10 minutes later from the VLS "Luxembourg" carrying about 30 spec ops armed wit FAMAS FELIN weapons, they set course to the "Echternach".

meanwhile, on the mediterranean:
"Navycontrol, this is Echternach, we have spec ops aboard, Halo in sight, range: 2 seamiles ETA: 10 minutes, echternach out"
"Echternach, this is Navycontrol, ram the Halo, no matter the costs"
"roger, proceeding with plan"
"okay, Navycontrol out"

Ten minutes later the Echternach reached the Halo, it seemed they were too busy to see the Echternach coming. "this is a great day for victory, unfortunatly whe must lose a ship" Captain D'Evolute said. a few moments later, the Echternach rammed the Halo.

Shoot! they rammed her!! I WANT THAT CASH!!!!!
hit the deck and open fire with your guns!!!!!

as this exchange of fire began, people on shore noticed a huge dark shadow approaching the battle.

to all nations of this conflict, we wish no more use of WMDs. We will no longer use them UNLESS we have no other option OR if the the captain is killed. then, we WILL use nuclear force.

[OOC: Yarr it was. And really, I don't care whose flag it's flying when it fires on my allies. Anyway...]
OOC: Well, technically, your allies started it by attacking a ship flying their flag... lol but anyway...
IC:
Lt. Commander Japser proceeded, "Please... tell me where you're taking me... what's going to happen? Will I be returning to ViZion? Sent to Nycton? After all, I am under my Captain's command, and he is now part of the Nyctonian navy." he said as the guards began to take him away.
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Back in ViZion City
"Mr. Maybury, no one will reply to us. We have not found out what is happening right now, what is going on with Mickey, with the ships and torpedo's, nothing." said Jack, an adviser to President Maybury. "I suggest we sent another message demanding information on the status of the ship. We have gotten no updates recently since the rumor of Mickey trying to sell the ship." he continued.

"Very well, let me send another message. This goes to all allied forces in the area..." President Maybury said. After an hour, he was ready.

This is President Maybury of ViZion. We have gotten no update on the situation, or the status of Halo. Has the ship been captured? Destroyed in the action? Or is it still on the loose. We are demanding an update, as not a single nation has been willing to give us the status in while some time.

Again, we require that the Captain and ship, if at all possible, be returned in one piece, alive. We also demand that the torpedo's be returned to us immediately after capture.

Thank you.

"They've better give us an update quickly..." Maybury said, clearly becoming impatient now.

"I really don't know. Now, if you would just walk through this metal detector here..."

"I really don't know. Now, if you would just walk through this metal detector here..."
"I don't think that would be a very good idea, sir." he said with a uneasy half-smile.

"I don't think that would be a very good idea, sir." he said with a uneasy half-smile.
"I assure you that you will not leave this boat alive unless you step through the metal detector," he said. The incident was attracting the attention of other Naval Guardsmen [OOC: Marines] who were walking over with their rifles at the ready.

"I assure you that you will not leave this boat alive unless you step through the metal detector," he said. The incident was attracting the attention of other Naval Guardsmen [OOC: Marines] who were walking over with their rifles at the ready.
"Well, I would like to, but I dont think you will like the result... my Captain has two bombs stapped to me... he can set them off, or they well blow them selves if tampered with... and the detector... well... you don't want to know. You can pat me down, just dont touch the bombs..." he said with a very uneasy laugh. "So... umm, do you want this ship to blow or want me to skip the detector?" he asked.

"I see. Would you follow me sir," the Officer says, leading the man down a ramp and into a small boat moored against the side of the ship.

"I see. Would you follow me sir," the Officer says, leading the man down a ramp and into a small boat moored against the side of the ship.
"Umm... why am I going onto the boat?" he asked, now fearing even more for his life.

A Naval Guardsman jabbed him softly in the back with a bayonet, and indicated the boat. The Praetonian Officer was also now on the small boat, where he was busy starting up the small deisel engine.

"Hey!" he yelled when he was jabbed. "Jeeze, how'd you like it if I did that to you?" he said. He walked onto the boat. "So, why am I getting on this boat?" he asked.

Two Naval Guardsmen and the Praetonian Officer were now on the boat, which was moving quickly away from the ship. The Officer turned to the ViZionian and said,

"Well, now there is no danger to the ship, her crew, or the Praetonian boarding parties. Now, would you please remove the bombs."

Two Naval Guardsmen and the Praetonian Officer were now on the boat, which was moving quickly away from the ship. The Officer turned to the ViZionian and said,

"Well, now there is no danger to the ship, her crew, or the Praetonian boarding parties. Now, would you please remove the bombs."
"I can't. If I try to tamper with it, it blows... My Captain put this on me to insure that I followed his orders while making a deal with the Nyctonians..." he said, sighing.

Marxon, leader of the MiG flight, contacted the rouge ship one last time. "Attention, enemy vessel. Shut off your engines, and have all of your men come onto the deck, away from the guns. We are prepared to destroy your onboard weapons, and a flight of heavy bombers in moving into position to sink your ship. This is your last chance."

Alaric had had enough. " Hundreds of goddam ships from a dozen nations, and no-one can handle this guy. One friggin' ship. And now the good guys can't tell who's who, and are attacking each other. OK, get hold of Admiral Coyle. Tell him to move his CBG's west towards the renegade. Have Admiral Mosher move his CBG's through the Straits east. I want a blockade around that asshole, distance 5 miles. If the other nations want to join the blockade, fine. If not, tell them to stay the hellout of the way. We're taking that ship OUT! Have all ship-to-ship missiles armed with frags. If they fire those torps, have immediate lock-on via OSS-1, and track to obvious coordinates. I want the Oscars lined up 10 miles out from the southern coast of Spain, France and Italy ready to launch spoiler torpedoes at the nuke. Get Strickland to personally deploy the King Cobras and F-111's. I want the land-based missiles set and launched for successive hits. This time, he's done!"

Marxon, leader of the MiG flight, contacted the rouge ship one last time. "Attention, enemy vessel. Shut off your engines, and have all of your men come onto the deck, away from the guns. We are prepared to destroy your onboard weapons, and a flight of heavy bombers in moving into position to sink your ship. This is your last chance."
The Captain ordered a response.

"Hostile aircraft, do not, I repeat, do not fire upon us, or we will destroy you, and we WILL use our nuclear missiles. If you fire upon us, or dare to bomb us, you will force us to strike a heavily-populated coastline, thus striking thousands, if not millions, of civilians. Do not force us into that position. We will also be forced to fire upon your aircraft, and launch our anti-air missiles. Do not make the mistake other aircraft have made in the past."

He then sounded the alarm, and over the intercom, ordered the crew, "We have ordered the hostile planes to not fire. If they do not turn away, destroy then!"

" Attention, Kelgrad! It seems that Kelgrad and Xeraph are the only two nations with the resolve to end this conflict. We are presently taking measures to intercept the renegade battleship, with naval and air support.
Six CBG's, totalling over 100 vessels, are presently forming a blockade surrounding the battleship, and three squadrons of King Cobra and F-111 fighter-bombers are en route to the area. In approximately 1 hour, Operation Whirlwind will commence with three successive waves of fighter-bombers dropping their payloads on the renegade. Approx 1/2 hour later, all battleships, destroyers and missile ships will lock in on whatever is left of the ship, and finish her off. In the event of a nuclear launch on the part of the renegade, we will be tracking the radio-isotope signature of the torpedo via our Orbital Satellite, OSS-1. Royal Xeraphian Oscar Subs will coordinate location of torpedo, and attempt to intercept.
We will need your support, and we will render ours to you. Good Luck!"
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"Attention, renegade AWOL battleship! This is General Lord Strickland, Commander of the Xeraphian Forces! You have exactly one hour to stand down and surrender your vessel, intact, or you will be attacked and destroyed. This is your only warning, I repeat, your only warning!"

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(Confused...where is the left overs of my fleet at?)

Xeraph, we thank you for your support, and will assist in any way we can. We have no ships in the area, and are currently sending only land-based bombers after the ship. I have ordered my men in the area to commence with a pre-planned attack. May God forgive us. Chancellor Sundberg.

Meanwhile, the Kelgradian Air Forces are closing in...
The wingman of the strike group's leader reported in. "Captain Marxon, the MiG group is in range of the enemy ship. They say that they will not surrender. Zulu 1 and 12 each carry one Vampire missile and are locked onto strategic areas of the enemy ship which we hope will neutralize the ship without setting of the warheads. Our Bear bombers say that they are in position to fire all 20 of their Kelt missles. What are your orders, Comrade Captain?" Marxon took a deep breath. "Commence the operation. Destroy the enemy anti-missle areas and if possible, the control rooms. We will have 20 missles from the bombers here in just a minute or so, so make this quick. You may fire when ready, comrades." Two Vapmire missles dropped from two of the MiG-29's while the others moved into range for their smaller Sparrow missles.

(Confused...where is the left overs of my fleet at?)

OOC> YOU'RE confused? I don't even know which side your'e on......... :confused:

" Attention Kelgrad! 36 Xeraphian aircraft bearing down on renegade battleship. Let us know if you want to go in first, or last. You will be either the first wave, or the fourth wave. We highly suggest getting the hell out of there after your bomb-runs, as that ship may either launch missiles, or may blow up with nukes aboard. Xeraphian jets will be hgh-tailing it out of ther at Mach speeds."

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" Attention, renegade battleship! Your time is running out."

We respectfully reccomend that all friendly aircraft leave the area immediatly. We have already launched our missles, and fighters are inbound to destroy the ship. We welcome your assistance, but the risk of a nuclear detonation is great. our bombers are out of range, and our fighters will only make two passes. Good luck, comrades.

We respectfully reccomend that all friendly aircraft leave the area immediatly. We have already launched our missles, and fighters are inbound to destroy the ship. We welcome your assistance, but the risk of a nuclear detonation is great. our bombers are out of range, and our fighters will only make two passes. Good luck, comrades.

OOC> OK, lets chill for a bit. We have to let ViZ post his response, and then we have to post losses.....and I have a feeling there's gonna be a shitload of 'em

Right. We will just go ahead and assume that these missles are just exceptionally slow. lol.

"Ok, we'll get a bomb squad on to the boat. If it blows here then it's really irrelevant," the Praetonian Officer said, signalling to another small boat which, after a minute or two of travel and aligning, he got into. It would be another few hours yet before the bomb squad would arrive.

OOC: A note on my ships: - they're now fairly spread out, as I posted during the combat, and so they won't take massive losses to a nuclear torp (which have blast radii of around 300m) although there may be a lot of damaged ships fleet wide.

when the Echternach rammed the Halo, 30 spec ops jumped aboard the Halo, firing at anyone who came into their range, "flashbang! Flashbang!" the commander shouted. they were about to enter the inside of the ship

Xeraph, we thank you for your support, and will assist in any way we can. We have no ships in the area, and are currently sending only land-based bombers after the ship. I have ordered my men in the area to commence with a pre-planned attack. May God forgive us. Chancellor Sundberg.

Meanwhile, the Kelgradian Air Forces are closing in...
The wingman of the strike group's leader reported in. "Captain Marxon, the MiG group is in range of the enemy ship. They say that they will not surrender. Zulu 1 and 12 each carry one Vampire missile and are locked onto strategic areas of the enemy ship which we hope will neutralize the ship without setting of the warheads. Our Bear bombers say that they are in position to fire all 20 of their Kelt missles. What are your orders, Comrade Captain?" Marxon took a deep breath. "Commence the operation. Destroy the enemy anti-missle areas and if possible, the control rooms. We will have 20 missles from the bombers here in just a minute or so, so make this quick. You may fire when ready, comrades." Two Vapmire missles dropped from two of the MiG-29's while the others moved into range for their smaller Sparrow missles.
OOC: Grrr... I hate when the forum has "errors"... *retypes message*
IC:
The missiles began bursting out of the tubes, the guns flaming into the air, the cannons taking aim. They knew they had to destroy the planes to stay alive.

"Captain," an Officer reported, "I'm not sure we can destroy all of their planes before we are hit." he said. "You damn well better make sure those men do before we're hit! The end result will not be kind to you if we don't. Mark my words, Officer. Now go!" he said, signalling for the guards to take him out. "I know my way out of here, sir." he said, shaking the guards off of him and walking out.

"Ok, we'll get a bomb squad on to the boat. If it blows here then it's really irrelevant," the Praetonian Officer said, signalling to another small boat which, after a minute or two of travel and aligning, he got into. It would be another few hours yet before the bomb squad would arrive.

OOC: A note on my ships: - they're now fairly spread out, as I posted during the combat, and so they won't take massive losses to a nuclear torp (which have blast radii of around 300m) although there may be a lot of damaged ships fleet wide.
OOC: as well as a number of dead men I'd think... if not immediately, then later on... after all, being splashed by radioactive nuclear waste-filled seawater wouldn't be good for anyone...
IC:
"Great... just great... now we're all gonna be blown up!" he said, raising his voice. "Why the hell did the Captain have to go about doing this crap?" he asked him self, not realizing he said that outloud.

"Alright, everyone form up. We have heavy AA fire coming off of the ship, but no losses yet. Zulu 1, Zulu 12, what is the status on your missles?" The two MiG pilots reported that they could expect detonation of the Vampire missles about 30 seconds after their upcoming bomb run. After that, the bombers would launch their Kelt cruise missles, and hopefully destroy the ship. Marxon armed his short range Sparrow missles. "MiG unit engaging. Bear unit, prepare to launch." The MiG-29 fighters launched a total of 100 Sparrow missles, but only a few dozen were expected to make it through the gunfire. All they had to do was distract them for just a little bit longer...

The Xeraphian F-111's were bearing down on the battleship, the King Cobra's 3 minutes behind. " Alright gang, this is the captain. Our orders are to bomb the hell out of that renegade, and then get the hell out. We're gonna go in with six successive waves. When you've dropped your payload, head south with all haste. The Kelgradians are just ahead of us, then we're going in. The navy is going to finish the job 3 minutes after the last wave is safely away. Any questions?"
" Yeah, cap'n. What's gonna happen if the ship launches a nuke?"
" Just worry about your job, lieutenant, and let the General worry about his."

The Xeraphian F-111's were bearing down on the battleship, the King Cobra's 3 minutes behind. " Alright gang, this is the captain. Our orders are to bomb the hell out of that renegade, and then get the hell out. We're gonna go in with six successive waves. When you've dropped your payload, head south with all haste. The Kelgradians are just ahead of us, then we're going in. The navy is going to finish the job 3 minutes after the last wave is safely away. Any questions?"
" Yeah, cap'n. What's gonna happen if the ship launches a nuke?"
" Just worry about your job, lieutenant, and let the General worry about his."
"Alright, everyone form up. We have heavy AA fire coming off of the ship, but no losses yet. Zulu 1, Zulu 12, what is the status on your missles?" The two MiG pilots reported that they could expect detonation of the Vampire missles about 30 seconds after their upcoming bomb run. After that, the bombers would launch their Kelt cruise missles, and hopefully destroy the ship. Marxon armed his short range Sparrow missles. "MiG unit engaging. Bear unit, prepare to launch." The MiG-29 fighters launched a total of 100 Sparrow missles, but only a few dozen were expected to make it through the gunfire. All they had to do was distract them for just a little bit longer...
"Captain..." said one of the watchmen as the Captain cut him off, "Yes, I see." he said, walking over to where the nuclear launch button was. "Set cordinates for two seperate coastal cities that are in range from where we are. Then fire." he said. "Yes, sir." said one of the men.

The Captain walked outside onto the deck, and seeing the waves of incoming planes, rushed down to the Captains Quarter, a place just for himself. The room was at the tail end (OOC: err, I always get mixed up on the actual names...) of the ship. In there was a small speedboat with a enough room for three people - one driver and two gunners or passengers. He hurried back onto the deck, ordering two of the top Officers in the area to come with him.

Within a couple of moments, they were in the speedboat. "We aren't leaving the ship and our men, are we?" asked one of the men. "What the fuck does it look like we're doing?" he asked, pushing a button. The moaning of metal could be heard as a small door opened from behind them, water rushing around them. A second later, the boat was unlatched as the little engine came to life. The boat slipped out behind the ship, and began speeding off to the North East. Just then, the two nuclear torpedo's were launched, missing them by a meer two feet.

Back on the ship, the men had no clue that the Captain and two officers were leaving as they continued firing at the planes and incoming missiles.

" Catain, we are 20 seconds to dropping payloads......hold on, we have a STAT message from OSS-1! They've launched two nuclear torpedos! Destination as yet undetermined!"
"OK, lieutenant, good job. Alert the Admiral of the situation. I suppose the Oscars are gonna have to do their thing now. We will continue our run. Good luck, gentlemen."

The first wave leveled off at 500 feet, their missiles locked on the battleship. They fired all missiles, and banked off to the south.
"Captain, we have a small craft heading at top speed north-west from the battleship."
The rat deserting his ship, no doubt, Captain Spikes thought.
" Attention....Kelgradian squadron leader! It looks like we have the leader of the renegade ship flying the coop. Would one of your Migs like to join me in a joint venture?"

"Roger, Xeraph, we have also detected the enemy's boat. I am sending two of my men to assist, and two men after each torpedo. The other 9 will continue on a course to the ship. Good hunting."

Six Mig-29 fighters broke off from the formation. The first two headed off after the small speedboat bouncing along on the waves, soon closing the gap between them and the Xeraphian fighters. Lt. Rodnisk had to give it to them, they were excellent pilots. Meanwhile Zulus 4,5,7, and 8 closing in on their respective nuclear torpedo. "Captain", one of the pilots called, "We can see our ojective just below the surface. What should we do now? We have no way to neutralize them without risking detonation." The captain, still leading his men against the still dangerous ship, hit his radio button. "Try to take them out with your guns. They are sure to detonate if we do nothing, and the least we will do is limit civilian casualties in the cities. Do your best."

The Mig and the King Cobra veered off to pursue the fleeing speedboat. They were wing-to-wing as they dropped to 15 feet above the Mediterranean Sea. They gave the "thumbs-up", and an instant later, opened fire on the speedboat. They noticed with a bit of amusement the paltry attempt by the occupants of the boat to fire on them with their handguns. As the tracers walked towards the boat, sending up little spouts of seawater, the last thing they saw was the former renegade Captain turning his head to look at them, eyes filled with fear......


As the .35mm bullets ripped into the speedboat, exploding the hull into splinters, the gunmen on board the boat held up their hands, as if that would save them. They were instantly turned into unrecognizable chunks of bloody meat, as dozens of bullets slammed into them. The Captain was the last to die, his mouth open in terror, as he realized his death was upon him. The rounds from the Gatling guns tore him to pieces, sending up and out a spray of blood. He was still alive as the first shark nuzzled him, then fed.........

"Captain, the rouge ship's leader has been dealt with. We are moving to link up with the next Xeraphian wave heading towards the ship." The captain responded, "Good job, crew. He got what he deserved. How is the situation going with the torpedos?" Flight 1, dealing with the first torpedo launched, responded first. "Comrade Captain, we are in position to fire on the torpedo. What is your order, sir?" The captain hesitated. If this was successful, it would mean the instant deaths of his men, the allies in the area, and many civilians. Still, there was the chance that the warheads wouldn't activate until they were closer to the target, meaning that they could stop them now. He had to decide. "Comrades, fire on the torpedoes. Good luck." A moment later, the jets tailing the torpedoes unlocked their Vulcan guns, and opened fire.

ooc: now someone else has to say what happens. i dont want to be godmodding by saying that my men save the world (although that is a option) lol...

Vice Admiral Sutherland watched as the torpedoes sped towards their targets, but just behind the torpedoes were tow Kelgrad Migs, he rushed out on to the open part of the bridge, and watched as the Migs unloaded their weapons on the torpedoes, as the torps were hit there was a violent shockwave sending up a huge amount of water in to the air, he watched for a few brief seconds, nothing happened......

Then the Vice Admiral sighed in relief as the whole fleet exploded into celebration, the nukes were stopped, and casualties on all sides were kept to a minimum, although there still the odd chance the the nkes would explode when they hit the sea floor, and they would also need to be retrieved, but these thing were minor compared to what could have happened, he walked back into the bridge to give orders to his fleet.
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OOC: If this isn't good enough, we could wait until ViZion gets back and I'll delete this. And I don't think this is the end we still have to deal with the nations that help the AWOL Battleship. ;)

OOC:

odd thing. if it's so easy to blow missles out of the sky, as many of these navies and air forces are capable of, then what threat did the rogue captain ever pose?

it seems that goading him into lauching his WMDs was the best option in the first place.

Vice Admiral Sutherland watched as the torpedoes sped towards their targets, but just behind the torpedoes were tow Kelgrad Migs, he rushed out on to the open part of the bridge, and watched as the Migs unloaded their weapons on the torpedoes, as the torps were hit there was a violent shockwave sending up a huge amount of water in to the air, he watched for a few brief seconds, nothing happened......

Then the Vice Admiral sighed in relief as the whole fleet exploded into celebration, the nukes were stopped, and casualties on all sides were kept to a minimum, although there still the odd chance the the nkes would explode when they hit the sea floor, and they would also need to be retrieved, but these thing were minor compared to what could have happened, he walked back into the bridge to give orders to his fleet.
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OOC: If this isn't good enough, we could wait until ViZion gets back and I'll delete this. And I don't think this is the end we still have to deal with the nations that help the AWOL Battleship. ;)

OOC> I think one of the original posible endings was that one torp would be destroyed at sea, but the other would impact somewhere, maybe an island-nation....

OOC: as well as a number of dead men I'd think... if not immediately, then later on... after all, being splashed by radioactive nuclear waste-filled seawater wouldn't be good for anyone...
IC:
"Great... just great... now we're all gonna be blown up!" he said, raising his voice. "Why the hell did the Captain have to go about doing this crap?" he asked him self, not realizing he said that outloud.
"I'm sure our bomb squad is better than your half-wit Captain at what they do. Good day sir," he said, waving.

[OOC: Where the NBC seals are broken, yes, which is by no means out of the question.]

"retreat! retreat!" as the commander said this, the spec ops jumped onto the Echternach, which had engaged its water pumps to get away quickly.
"they fired two Nuclear Torpedo's! warn Van Luxemburg!"
"Roger sir, i will contact them"
the Captain of the Echternach saw trough it's binoculars that the speedboat, on which the captain was, was teared apart by several airplanes, flying above it.
"we got the Rogue Captain!, send a message out to HQ will you?"

-Meanwhile, in Gibraltar City-

the Sirens were going off, causing a chaos in the city,
"This is the Grand Duke speaking, all citizens currently in the Gibraltar area must head for the Bunkers, so we can Save your souls!"
it sounded through a speaker somewhere in the city
soldiers in anti-radiation suits were ready to rescue any citizens that did not headed for shelters yet.

-on the Med.-

The Three Jacob Ruysdael frigates were heading to Gibraltar, Sea to Air Missiles loaded, as well as some special Rocket to Rocket missiles
"we need to get that second one, if we don't, our citizens are meat!"
"roger, arming missiles"

-in the Air-
the B-2 was rushing back to HQ in Luxembourg, but the Blackbird stayed for a while, because it's sensors could pick up any missiles inbound to hit Gibraltar
"Black Eagle here, we haven't got any contacts yet, but still scanning"
"roger Black Eagle, Airforcecontrol out"

(OOC: btw, why is nobody responding to my messages, please explain to me!)

ooc: I am no longer sure waht is going on, but my fighters are probably low on fuel by now, so I am going to recal all Kelgradian aircraft from the area.

ooc: I am no longer sure waht is going on, but my fighters are probably low on fuel by now, so I am going to recal all Kelgradian aircraft from the area.

OOC> I think we're waiting for someone to destroy one nuke, and have the other impact somewhere.

OOC: Do you mind if i have a late entry? Just to see if I can have the nukes shot down that is. If not, disregard the post.

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Well out of radar range of the ships and their escorts, flying on the edge of the atmosphere, a massive dart shaped aircraft loitered about the area. With her low RCS and the Pallas Athena system, she had avoided detection so far. Radio silence of course had been mandated ever since they had begun their mission. The EB-15 Arkbird Ultraheavy Bomber was a hidden blade ready to be used at a moments notice. So far, all she had done was watch, an observer high in the sky.

Not anymore.

Not for what was happening.

The encrypted communications channels flared to life as a tight beam microburst was sent to the awaiting satelite high in orbit.

"This is Zulu Flight to Papa Romeo! The trout have gone live! I repeat. They have gone live! Targets unknown. Fishers on Trout 1. Nothing on Trout 2! Request orders"

An eternity of seconds passed before the response came.

"Let the Pelicans fly."

The four men who heard the response reacted immediately. Hands flashed to controls and safety releases.

Bay doors opened on the lower sides of the bomber, increasing her visibility to all as the smooth surface was broken. Twelve silvery shapes fell from the bays, flying entirely on their own intertia as they sped towards the watery surface at a near 90 degree angle of attack.

AI packages estimated the descent rate and at a thousand feet above the sea, engines flared to life and control surfaces activated, bringing the shapes out of their steep dive as they sped after their targets. It was a maneuver no human could have done without blacking out. Fortunately, there were no humans aboard these fighters.

The "Pelicans" were going "fishing".

OOC: You bought EB-15's? I wasn't aware of this.

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OOC: Yes, I did.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=372642&page=4&pp=15

That was my offer. Your reply came in the next page, accepting it. I presume during the time that passed, the payment was completed and the aircraft delivered? Speaking of which, can I order more?

OOC: This is gonna be a REEEAAALLY crappy post, so sorry...
IC:
The boat is struck, an explosion thrusting the captain high into the air, the explosion killing him and his officers.

Back on the ship, many of the men began to bail, jumping overboard into the water, while others continued fighting.

On the "bomb boat" (as I'll so kindly refer to as), Jasper looked around, watching what was going on, tapping his toes and twiddling his thumbs, waiting for something to happen.

One of the torpedo's was hit, finally exploding, sending a tower of water hundreds of feet into the air, instantly contaminating the sea water while sending large waves speeding towards the hostile fleets. The other torpedo, however, made it through the firing, and nearing the city.

OOC: I TOLD you it would be a crappy post!

(OOC It IS a crappy post :D )

"this is Black Eagle, we've got an Torpedo incoming!"
"roger that, we'll bring the Rolands!"

a few minutes later, the Roland AA battery was rolled out, aswell as twenty Mirage Fighters, all aimed at the torpedo. "FIRE!" it sounded.
at the same moment, an inferno started, on which could clearly be seen that the second torpedo was hit, altough it could not be seen how worse it was.

My Iowa. :[

Completely autonomous flying wings, the "Pelicans", based on the Dassault Neuron UCAV, sped towards their target, the 20mm guns slung in their bellies capable of penetrating the thin film of water shielding the torpedo and armor that hid its thermonuclear payload.

Spreading out, their burners dumping raw fuel into the thrusters, the fighters suddenly accelerated to Mach 1.4, supersonic shockwaves trailing in their passage as they bobbed, weaved and avoided the clustered ships that stood between them and their target, some of them barely avoiding colliding with the superstructures of the ships as they roared past.

AA fire from several ships roared, the stacatto beat of the shells hitting the water, the detonation underneath the sea throwing up pillars of water as they attempted to destroy the torpedo.

Unable to confirm the torpedo's destruction, the UCAV's continued on their projected attack pattern, using sophisticated projection software to calculate the estimated path of the torpedo.

Three of the aircraft, otherwise known as Pelican Lead, 3 and 5, began closing in on their attack vector, a small port door opening to reveal the hidden 20mm cannon hidden beneath, supercavitation capable, armor piercing shells loaded inside.

Ahead, the towering skyscrapers of a port city could be just be seen over the horizon.

There would be very little time to make the shot.

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OOC: If no one minds, my next post will have the torpedo destroyed.