NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: TG me or Praetonia for entry to this RP. Yes, this is my coming-back RP.

IC:

Bridge
BDS Al-Kamera Regal
International Waters
2100 Local

"New radar contact, designated Romeo 4," announced the destroyer's radar specialist, an ensign. After a few moments, he added, "She's most likely a frigate."

"Very well," said the captain, a 40-year old man with greying hair, "run it against the computer. See if you can find a match."

"Aye, sir, it might take a few minutes for the computer to find it," said the ensign.

"We've got time," responded the captain.

A few minutes later, the computer emitted a soft ping as the entry was found. The ensign looked at it for a few seconds, then turned to the captain.

"Sir, it's a Praetonian Jupiter-Class. ASW. Don't understand why she's out here all alone."

The captain thought for a moment, then typed a small notation as to the heading, speed, class and nationality of the ship into the Al-Kamera Regal's ship's log.

When he was done, he turned to the vessel's XO.

"Ready the item, this is the spot where the scientists said it needed to go."

"Aye, sir, item disengaged. Heading 4-1-1 at 5 knots."

TAG

The bridge of the PWS Gregorian was sleepy. Long months at sea had put the lone Frigate at an almost complacent ease. The crew was new and inexperienced - this voyage charting the sea-floor with their sonar being the first actual maritime service they had embarked apon. Still, they had been fairly enthusiastic, and that must count for something.

"Sir, Burnsian Destroyer on RADAR," said a young Lieutenant, looking towards his commanding officer. The Captain looked pleased. Finally something to distract him from the humdrum task which they were slowly completing.

"Very good, Lieutenant. Two gun salute." For that was all the Frigate had. It was a Frigate after all. The gun crews were also happy to be doing something at last, although they were slow in their work. The dud-charges that were used for gun-salutes had to be loaded by hand, not be autoloader as actual shells were.

"Sir!" shouted the sonar operator, jolting from his station, "They just dropped something into the water! It looks like a torpedo!"

"Range?"

"Close enough, sir."

"Right. Evasive maneuvers! Radio their ship. Ask them what the hell is going on."

"Sir," the confirmation rang around the bridge from various stations as boredom turned to fear. No one thought to stop the two gun salute...

"Sir!" shouted an ensign. "Sailors on deck report hearing cannons fired. They're shooting at us!"

The captain was taken aback. "Evasive maneuvers! Radio their ship. Ask them what the hell is going on!" Under the ship, the tow cable had just been cut to the scientific mapping device that had been released. In the confusion, everyone failed to recognize that the device was heading towards the Praetonian frigate.

After waiting almost thirty seconds, the captain heard the radio operator call him over. The Praetonian vessel had just radioed the exact same call that the captain had sent. "The cheeky bastards!" he said. "They don't know what the hell they're getting into. Radio the nearest CAG." He turned to his weapons officer.

"Ready a salvo of ASMs to fire at the enemy vessel. Harpoons, Tomahawks, whatever. Fire at will."


FROM: BDS AL-KAMERA REGAL
TO: BAY OF PIGS CARRIER ACTION GROUP

REQUESTING IMMEDIATE SUPPORT. PRAETONIAN FRIGATE HAS FIRED ON OUR VESSEL. UNKNOWN WEAPONS SYSTEMS ON ENEMY SHIP. FOUR-MISSILE SALVO FIRED BY BDS AL-KAMERA REGAL. REQUESTING IMMIEDIATE SUPPORT.

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"Sir, I'm detecting missiles. Several miles distant," the radar operator barked aloud as the automated defensive systems activated and began the hail of 40mm CIWS fire and light SAAMs. The Captain looked confused. He didn't know what to do. He'd never commanded a ship before, let alone fought in a battle before.

"Err... ok... fire our guns," he stammered. The two 4.5" guns began to whir to life as the automated loading systems came online, "And... err... fire back a spread of our own! Five Lance SSMs! Now!" He barked, obviously regaining his confidence and control.

Supersonic Lance missiles burst forth from the fore VLS cells of the vessel as further missiles moved to intercept the slow Tomahawks and Harpoon missiles. The Praefele Class could shrug off the cheap American missiles, but this was no Praefele. CIWS guns tore apart one of the missiles, another being badly grazed causing it to spin wildly out of control and miss by a considerable degree. A third was shot down by Discus SAAMs, but the fourth, it's guidance systems destroyed by the warhead still operable, slammed into the armour belt.

Smoke and fire poured from the small hole in the ship's side. The armour was buckled inwards. The damage, however, was mercifully slight. Five sailors were caught in the blast and killed, but the section was thankfully compartmented and sealed. Any flooding that might occur would flood just one compartment of a single outrigger. As soon as the flames had gushed from the hole, fire supression systems activated, flooding the room with carbon dioxide and supressing the flaming tentacles of the wounded missile.

The bridge rocked. Sound filled the ship. The Captain was momentarily stunned. He stumbled over to his communications officer, attempting to keep his balance as small aftershocks reverberated through the ship.

"Lieutenant, are there any friendly vessels within range?" He waited for several seconds. The man was clearly much more badly affected, "Are you quite alright?"

"Yes... sir... I'm... I'm fine," the young Officer said vaguely, "Oh, yes, support... sir... the 5th Fast Battleship Group is nearby.... one Peninsular Class Pocket Battleship, one Lion Class Cruiser, two Praefele Class Destroyers and five Jupiter Class ASW Frigates... sir... shall I contact them?"

"Yes. Tell them to come at once. Tell them it's urgent."

OOC: Sorry for the wait...

"Shells fired!" the call shattered the tense silence of the bridge. "Sir, we won't be able to make evasive action in time. We ha-"

Another ensign inturrupted. "Five missiles on the way. High speed!"

The captain thought... he didn't have any time. The armour on his ship was too thin to sustand the attack. He turned. "All hands! Abandon ship! Fire all missiles at the offending ship! I repeat, all missiles!" The ensigns poured out of the bridge, one typing a few commands into a computer. The captain remained in the bridge to make sure all went well.

On deck, the rush of escaping gas was heard as all but one missile was fired from the doomed BDS Al-Kamera Regal. The final one, a Soviet-era Luna, had a nuclear tipped head. The captain didn't want a nuclear war... with him to blame, at least.

The deckhands and sailors sprinted to the lifeboats, jumping in just before the missiles and shells arrived. Three lifeboats were hit immediately, with thirty men killed instantly and four seriously wounded from shrapnel. The last of the lifeboats headed towards the incoming CAG. As the few survivors looked back, they saw the bridge collapse, falling over onto the bow and smashing the ship in two.

OOC:

Casualty Report:

Fatalities:
[1] - Ticonderoga-Class Vessel
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[31] - Sailors

Wounded:

[56] - Sailors
[14] - Critical

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(OOC: Welcome back, TBD. ;))

OOC: Thanks... my creative juices wouldn't let me stay away :). I got a bit rusty, though... practice is needed.

"Sir! Masses of missiles on radar!" Shouted the Lieutenant. His radar screen had turned red with traces.

"Fire everything we have, damn it! Bring down the missiles!" The Captain shouted. Leaping to his feet, he leaned over the CIWS station and watched intensely as missiles dropped.

Over the Horizon, 5th Fast Battleship Group

The bridge of the PWS Subinsular was a world away from the terrified bridge of the Gregorian. Her Captain was an experienced naval officer who had first seen combat at the Battle of the Gibraltar Strait. He was still a young officer - lucky to get command of a pocket battleship - but he was one of the few Praetonian naval officers who had actually been in a battle. Not that it was much of a battle - just a missile strike followed by a quick enemy surrender.

He drew out his antiquated wood and brass telescope and gazed intently at the horizon. He saw a flash of orange light and a whiff of smoke silouetted against the cloudy sky, but it could have been nothing.

"Lieutenant, is the Gregorian still on radar?"

"No sir." The Captain of the Subinsular sighed. They were gone.

"Nothing at all?" He asked again, but he already knew the answer.

"No sir. There is a Burnsian cruiser coming up though."

"Should we withdraw?" Asked the Sailing Master, looking around to his Captain. He stood for a minute, staring out to sea through the massive glass windows of the bridge before replying,

"Most certainly not. Ready the ship for combat, have our escorts form an anti-submarine and anti-air screen. Do not come within 50nm of the shore, lest we fall pray to coastal guns. Gentlemen, we shall avenge the Gregorian.

"Yes sir!" The cry rang around the bridge, but on this ship it was spoken not with fear, but with passion.

OOC: Here we go.
IC:

Command Room
BDS Gregorian-II, Submersible Carrier
Approx. 50 NM off the Burnsian Coast, Near Twin Cities

"Contact with the Al-Kamera has been lost, sir," stated the comm. officer, looking up from his screen with a look of mild surprise.

"Meaning?" asked the captain, a war-hardened man from the Burnsian Piracy days. He had been in command of a large pirate raider, and had seen enough action to take command of one of these huge underwater aircraft carriers. He went by the name Joseph Grenov. "Sonar, radar, radio, what?"

"I can't get anything, sir. Last transmission was an urgent plea for help... it's coming in no- holy shit, they're under attack!"

"What?!" barked the captain. They weren't even at war, and his country's ships were being attacked. He rushed over to the printer and read the transcript.


FROM: BDS AL-KAMERA REGAL
TO: BAY OF PIGS CARRIER ACTION GROUP

REQUESTING IMMEDIATE SUPPORT. PRAETONIAN FRIGATE HAS FIRED ON OUR VESSEL. UNKNOWN WEAPONS SYSTEMS ON ENEMY SHIP. FOUR-MISSILE SALVO FIRED BY BDS AL-KAMERA REGAL. REQUESTING IMMIEDIATE SUPPORT.

He spat into his coffee cup and turned around to the XO. "I want a full flight of B-2Ns readied to go with anti-ship loadouts. Half fuel." Not waiting for a reply, he spun around to his weapons officer and requested that thirty Kratshua ASMs be readied for launch.

"Sonar," he said. "what are we facing?"

The operator looked up and down at his screen, punched in a solution and replied, "Sir, nine ships, around 250 nautical miles from our floatilla's position. Praetonian, by the size, one PB, one cruiser, two destroyers and a handful of frigates... hold on, I'm going to see how many... the echo is screwed up... five. Five frigates."

"A'ite. I want six missiles heading for the pocket ship, three for the cruiser, two each for the destroyers and one apiece for the frigates. The aircraft are to fire at targets of oppurtunity and to recon for the Al-Kamera."

"Aye, sir, the BDS Kruma, BDS Sherpa-IV, BDS Gremea, and BDS Limbror all report in at missile depth. Missiles have been prepped. T-minus one minute to launch," said the communications officer.

The XO turned and motioned for the captain. "Aircraft standing by for your order, sir."

"Launch the flight."

OOC:

A bit of background...

The BDS Kruma, BDS Sherpa-IV, BDS Gremea, and BDS Limbror are all S-1B missile/attack submarines. Think huge, huge submarines with lots of guns. The flagship (which Captain Grenov is on) is a S-1C submersible carrier, which can carry up to a squadron of B-2N stealth bombers, modified for carrier use. The S-1C can also tend other submarines. The flight that was launched consisted of seven aircraft.

The Kratshua ASM is a antiship missile with a 900 kg shaped charge. These missiles punch through 3-5'' of armor and 'inject' the explosion into critical areas of the ship (command, engines, weapons, communications, etc.) Think SABOT round with a rocket up its ass and a bigger warhead.

OOC: Xeraph wants to join. He has a base up in my waters about 400 NM or so from your fleet. It's okay with me, what about you?

Some intervention is called for here. The Emperor has informed me that Xeraph is allied to both TBD and Praetonia. Can we all stand down and unify against a common enemy?

OOC: Niether government knows about this yet... unless Praetonia's fleet radioed in a report. I doubt that, although I'll reread the posts...

I'm going to TAG this for later viewing.

~ Romandeos.

Bump...

OOC:Sorry I couldn't post. Just a stort intro now, I'll add when I can get some more time.

BIC:

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Near The Battlezone
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The cool waters splashed endlessly across the rocky shores of TBD. Inside their line of boundry, 11 miles offshore, 2 submarines made their way past schools of fish. They were both damaged, one almost completely broken in two. The last survivors of the storm disaster with Wolfpack 4, they were in danger. Of course, it had not only been the storm, but also Generic Empire, but that was another matter....

Captain Richard Jokulhlaup looked forward. "Captain, we are sighting Praetonian ships and Burnsian vessels engaging!" the lookout yelled to hi,. Captain Jokulhlaup cursed. The last thing he wanted to do was to get involved in conflict in this state.

Sighted fighting stop TBD prae stop request orders stop

Anxiously, he waited for the response of the front office...

Sorry, this isn't my thread, but...bump.

OOC: I know... I was going to bump it too. :p

*pokes Prae*