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Naval High Command
Smoke filled the air along with the stench of coffee and sweat. It had been chaotic here the last couple of weeks, as the command struggled to make order out of all the combat taking place in The New Prussian Empire. To help calm nerves, officers smoked cigarettes and cigars, while enlisted men drank down coffee like cheap wine. In addition, many of the men hadn't had the time to take showers or shave, and this lead to the horrible stench that consumed NHC. It was midnight, but even so, all the monitors were on, showing battle formations, enemy movements, deployment orders, complaints from commanders, and a ocean full of other data. In the corner was a group of men, all exhausted, but still alert. They were whispering softly, taking a break to occasionally type down some data or another. A middle-aged man leaned back, sighing, and taking a drag from his cig.
" We are all in agreement then, yes?"
" Yeah, Dick, we are."
" Alright, so one more time-"
They all groaned. And they went over the plan.

A small apartment in a small town
It felt like heaven. It always did, screwing his fiancee. That had been their fourth time tonight, and now she was sound asleep. He wanted to go to sleep, but he just couldn't. Being in the Imperial Submarine Service was not easy, he always thought about his friends, who, even now were busy fighting the enemy. He wished he would have gone with them, but he had fallen off a balcony and broken his two legs. Now they were healed up, and he expected to get assigned to a new submarine at any time. Derrick still could not get to sleep an hour later, and so he got up to drink some Vodka and watch TV. Before he could do this, there was a knock of the door. Always wary of criminals, Derrick grabbed his Beretta nine millimeter, not standard issue, he had bought it himself. His wife still hadn't woken. As he peered through the eye hole, he quickly opened the door, snapping to attention. Standing there were two men in navy uniform.

" Get dressed son, your going to war."


Under The Ocean
They had left yesterday, in the largest wolfpack ever assembled, a full two hundred and fifty submarines of various types, all heading to Maldorians. Once there, they would begin to wage a vicious war against there shipping, destroying their commerce ships and navy. By the time the main fleet even got there, they would already be weakened.

OOC: I'm sorry for the shit post. I got writers block.

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OOC: Its closed, FYI, hes requested 1v1, not me.

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OOC: The reason is perfectly valid. There are more nations in the NPE than in the CA. I am trying to avoid a dogpile.

Off the coast of Maldorians

SONAR buoys had recently been deployed throughout the waters of Maldorians and by the single trade route of Maldorians. The Maldorian Trade Route, sometimes known as the Great Passage, is the busiest part of Maldorian waters. Being such a vital trade line, it is guarded by multiple Maldorian coast guard vessels and an occasional helicopter based off of one of the nearby islands.

War Chamber

The War Chamber was alive like never before. Generals pointed out vital points on the New Prussian Empire map on where to strike as aides jotted down where the men marked. The chaos and hectic ness of the Chamber was added as an aide stormed into the room.

“Sirs! Good news. The SONAR buoys have been set up.” was the comment by the young man.

“Very well. Get some E-5’s in the air. We need to keep Maldorians on prime defense during this hectic war.” The Mandalore replied back.

The Maldorian port city of Concord Dawn

Even though the Basilisk Battle Group had left for an attack in the NPE, the port was still as busy as ever. Concord Dawn is at the head of the Great Passage and is a very strategic Maldorian seaport. Another Maldorian Battle Group had been formed in the defense of Maldorians. This group was much larger than the Baslisk Battle Group and could deal much damage to whoever dared to attack.

TPFS Invincible
Tiredly, Captain Ackerman checked over the vessels reading on more time. All was well. They were on their way to their first kill. The organization was pretty simple, wolf packs of eight submarines of various types would patrol 350km out of the trade route, whereupon they would target and destroy incoming surface ships. Ackerman's submarine was one of the ships on the first round of wolf packs. Even now, the ship was deadly quiet as it prowled along at the depths of the ocean, searching for its prey. They were looking for whatever they could fine, but the real prize would be a supertanker or warships. The nuclear pumpjets propelled her along, these being even more silent than propellers. Then, in a small whisper, one of the sonarman had detected something.
" Sir." Ackerman walked over, checking the sonar.
" It looks like a freighter, no other ships near it."
" Bring us up to torpedo depth."
The submarine silently moved up to torpedo level, and targeted the enemy. She was a lumbering freighter, an easy target.
" Fire."
The torpedo speed out of its tube. The huge freighter didn't even have a chance to move as it impacted, exploding. Water began to rush into the freighter, and she was sunk two minutes later.

Outskirts of The Great Passage

The Maldorian merchant ship was taking in water, and fast. Sailors scurried left and right not knowing what to do. A few of the sailors, however, raced into the navigations room trying to make contact with the outside world.

Maldorian merchant vessel XT42 along the Great Passage. Something hit us, most likely a torpedo. Sinking fast. Coordinates: X:56,485 Y:18,528

The frantic men jumped off the ship as the freighter quickly sank. Life vests were quickly passed to the remaining members of the ship. The men who didn’t know how to swim stayed on the ship until the last minute, when they would quickly jump off and hope for the best.

Maldorian Intelligence Center

Rows of Maldorian officials lifelessly typed away at their computers. One of the men picked up a message from XT42. Upon quickly reading it, he was horrified. The Maldorian soon wrote a message to Maldorian High Command.

Sirs! Attached is a message from a recently sunk Maldorian vessel in the Great Passage.

The Great Passage

Maldorian destroyers and cruisers raced towards the last location of vessel XT42. The small fleet began scattering out, yet still in range of each other. These enemy subs would be swiftly served with Maldorian justice.

TPFS Invincible
With the freighter sunk, the wolf pack began to move away from the area at moderate speed, looking for additional targets to prey on. It wasn't long before they saw another merchant vessel heading towards the freighter they had just sunk. It was obvious that it was responding to their distress signal. This time, Ackerman watched as another sub, this one of the Okita class, fired a spread of torpedoes and sunk yet another ship. As this was done they began to move again, always searching for more targets.

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OOC: To answer this guy's question. I told TPF on AIM that I would be at my grandparents. They have no internet there. I am at my cousin's. I will be home later. I have my reply written on paper. Just tell Kampfers to be patient and to stop wetting his pants.

The Great Passage

“SOS! We’ve been hit. Hull damage at critical.” was the cry for help as another merchant ship was hit from a TPF submarine and quickly sank. The joint cruiser-destroyer armada had headed towards the 1st submarine attack. The only evidence of the attack was due to some oil burning on top of the ocean waters. Most of the sailors aboard the ships had never experienced a real battle. These men’s only jobs were to make sure that the freighter’s followed The Great Passage and sometimes even deport a stashed immigrant. This is the time that they would battle for the fate of Maldorians.

War Chamber

“So, someone sinks our merchant vessels, trying to mess up our economy, eh? We’ll see about that.” came The Mandalore’s response concerning the 2nd submarine attack. “SONAR buoys are being set up, right?” The generals listening to The Mandalore’s comments quickly nodded their heads up and down in unison. The Mandalore soon laughed as he said his idea. “Tell the Maldorian ships that are looking for the subs to use the SONAR buoys. The enemy subs had to have gotten in range due to the fact that they were aiming for ships along The Great Passage.”

The Great Passage

Admiral Orochimaru quickly stepped into the Command Bridge awaiting a report. “Sir, our best bet is to get the helicopters in the air and deploy some SONAR buoys.” Orochimaru laughed and coughed out a response. “Well then, set the buoys up!” SH-60 Seahawks soon took off and headed towards open ocean. After a few minutes, the Seahawks dropped off the SONAR buoys. The helicopters deployed them by the side of The Great Passage, for the 2 submarine attacks haven’t been on The Great Passage, yet rather ocean waters near The Great Passage. The Seahawks then sped back towards the armada, hoping to caught an unsuspecting sub.

New Prussian Empire HQ
" How are we doing so far?"
" We just received word from the subs sir, in one hour we have sunk twelve enemy merchant vessels. At least a few thousand tons of goods have been sunk. No oil tankers yet. Orbitals report that the maldorians have deployed some ASW warfare fleets. We have already informed the wolf packs."
" Very good."

TPFS Invincible
Ackerman took a sip from his coffee. So far, so good. His wolf pack had already sunk two enemy merchant ships, and according to reports he was getting, a total of twelve had been sunk in just a few hours. The rate so far was looking good. As long as the submarines kept sinking large numbers, the battle was going in their favor. His thinking was interrupted when a crew member shouted.
" Captain, Sonar shows that enemy helicopters have been planting sonars. Recommend we dive as deep as we can and become silent."
" Do it."
The Invincible dived deep, to 600 meters, well below most anti-submarine weaponry. She also increased to full speed. The other submarines were no doubt doing the same, but some of them were much louder then the Invincible which was virtually silent. They waited. If they were detected, they would fight, if not, then they would continue to prey. Ackerman already knew that the Rusyuna class submarines would already be waiting to target enemy vessels. Of course they were much faster and could dive even deeper than Ackerman's boat. It would be hard for the enemy destroyers and cruisers to catch up with the vessels, although helicopters were a different story.

The Great Passage

After the quick expedition by the SH-60 Seahawks, a few of the helicopters came back to the fleet with good news. As one of the pilots hopped out of the Seahawk he told Orochimaru of his findings. “Admiral, most of the helicopters are still giving chase to one of the enemy subs. We believe that it is trying to dive away. Let’s give them a nice greeting, if you know what I mean, sir.” The Admiral was way ahead of him saying, “Excellent! Once you guys take off, the fleet will follow you and follow the sub.

After the Seahawks refueled and took off, Orochimaru gave the order to follow the speeding Seahawks. After a few minutes of sailing, the fleet met up with the other helicopters. The destroyer-cruiser group began chasing the sub. The Seahawks were ahead and looked for the fleeing sub, each of them firing a Mark 50 torpedo, hoping for the best.


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Under The Ocean
Ackerman paled as his sonarman signaled, via hands, that he had heard a number of splashes. They were either depth charges or torpedoes, he couldn't tell which. All they could do was wait and see if the torpedoes would be able to get a lock. A few minutes passed. Nothing. The submarine had either been too deep or too quiet for the torpedo to get a lock on. Now he had two choices, he could either stop the submarine and wait, hoping for the best, or continue to run away. The helicopters would have to go back soon enough to re-arm after expending their torpedoes, which would allow him additional time to speed away and change course. It was a risk either way, and it would either cost him the lives of his crew or save them. With the helicopters out of ammunition, Ackerman decided to continue to run. They didn't want to have to face the enemy cruisers and submarines.