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Alarms went off in all the compartments of the small cargo ship. A fire had broken out in the lower levels and was spreading fast through the ship. If it reached the main cargo bay the ship was finished. The vessel was carrying several large shipments of various types of household cleaners. Even an eight year old knew happened when you mixed air freshener with fire.

The captian of the ship, Alex Matchi, ordered the crew to deploy emergency flares and to call out an SOS to all ships near by. There were only two close enough to come in time. The closest was their sistership but all radio calls to it went unanswered and the smoke of the flares was being spread and thined by sporadic wind patterns. Their only hope seemed to be an unidentified ship due west.

Below decks the packages were opened to reveal what was really in them. The guns were passes out to the crew. Ammunition was also distriputed. The captain hoped that they would not have to shoot anyone.

Bridge; Aunesian Frigate Arbo
Following

Commander Brian McAdams paced the bridge of the Arbo; port-to-starboard and back again, mainly for the feeling of mild pleasure it gave him to see the lookout ratings posted on either wing visibly tensing up as he approached. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Officer of the Watch reaching for one of the array of telephones in front of him.

"Sir, we're picking up an SOS transmission on short-wave radio"

The Commander looked round, waiting as the junior officer scribbled down the message on the signal pad in front of him. He placed the receiver down, and handed Cdr McAdams the piece of paper.

S-O-S ... MAYDAY MAYDAY ... MV **incoherent** ... fire ... request...immediate... **incoherent** ... current position 36 degrees south-east... **incoherent** MAYDAY MAYDAY ... S-O-S

"Do we have a rough origin for this transmission?"

"Aye, Sir. It originated roughly three miles due east of our current location"

"Set course, bearing..." began the Officer of the Watch.

"Prepare the fire crews and ready the helicopter crew. Inform the doctor,"

"Aye, Sir"

The captain had his junior officer continue to send out distress calls. Soon one of the men on visual watch dropped his night vision goggles and called out, "Sir, Target Brovo One has changed course, due east! He's headed our way!"

"Sonar, confirm?" The captian yelled.

"Affimative sir!" the young man on sonar yelled out.

"Good, inform Alpha One that the target is on it's way and to have the ARIBs ready to go!" ordered the captian. "Now than he said, I want a quick stop for our engines." His crew stopped just as they were told.


Alpha One, or Brutus as it's captian liked to call it, increased it's starboard engines and shut off the portside ones. The starboard engines came to a qucik stop as soon as Brutus was at a ninety degree angle with Alpha Two.

Brutus's captian, Johan Ceph, quickly yelled out, "Lower the Attack Ridge Inflatable Boats! Make sure to bring your grapples and guns with you!"

ARIB after ARIB was lowered into the water, crew, equipment and all. The cargo hold of the Brutus which had been holding the soldiers who would be attacking Bravo One and their equipment was now just about empty.

Three ARIBS dissappeared into the night. The captain could barely see them as they drove North. He knew that in a few minutes they would be turning to head west soon and then they would double back behind Bravo One.