NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This occurs somewhere in international waters in Haven. Barring excessively poor RP, first come first serve as to where in Haven it is.

Sean Koslowski’s footsteps thundered as he raced through the passageways, alarms klaxoning all around him. “FIRE AND EXPLOSION IN THE FORWARD HOLD! ALL CREW FORWARD TO FIGHT THE FIRE!” Steel was a good conductor of heat and the raging inferno that was now the forward cargo hold was already causing him to pour sweat out of every pore on his body.

“What happened?!” he shouted as he came up on a crewman, he couldn’t tell who at the moment, fighting the fire, spraying water on the bulkhead to try and cool it down from a safe position. “I don’t know!” shouted the crewman back, his voice muffled and nearly drowned out by the roar of the water flashing into steam as it played onto the bulkhead. Running back a hundred feet, Sean grabbed hold of another hose, engaging the water flow, and ran back with the hose, turning it on to join his flow in the fight. As he did so, the lights suddenly flickered and shifted over to emergency lighting and the klaxons hiccupped.

“Shit, they must have scrammed the reactor!” cursed the other crewman. “They what?!” “Emergency shutdown, we’re on diesel backup generators! The fire must’ve threatened the reactor!”

Worried thoughts started racing through Sean’s mind as the crewman shouted the situation at him. The C.R.N.M.S. Leirion, like most Rosdivani merchant vessels, was nuclear powered, with tremendous safeguards on the largely automated reactors. If the situation were bad enough that the reactor had to be shut down, and with it most of their firefighting capabilities, for the water pumps were electrically powered and the diesel fuel supply was extremely limited compared to conventionally powered vessels.

However, these worries were not what he truly should have been worrying about. The fog of steam obscured their vision of the bulkhead that they were playing water upon, and had they been able to observe it, they would have noticed that it was beginning to glow.

With a roaring groan, the top of the corridor collapsed down on top of the two sailors, killing John, whom Sean had not been able to recognize in the fire and stress-induced fog, instantly. The heat of the fire greatly weakened the structural strength of the steel and the initial explosion itself had not been friendly to the structural strength of the ship. Mercifully, though Sean was not killed outright by the mass of steel that fell upon him, it did not knock him out, such that he did not experience his death as he was baked alive by the flames.

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY! THIS IS ROSDIVANI MERCHANT SHIP LEIRION! WE HAVE SUFFERED TREMENDOUS FIRE AND EXPLOSION! WE ARE ABANDONING SHIP! BE ADVISED THAT THIS SHIP CONTAINS A NUCLEAR REACTOR!

OOC: Is this 'excessively poor RP' or will I do?

Antigran Lead Destroyer S.F.F Kortolitz


The Kortolitz was an Antigran lead destroyer, brand-new. It was flying the peace ensign, on it's way back to Antigr.
In the communications room, Chief Warrant Officer Williams was bored. his job was relatively safe but boring, and he wished he'd chosen a gunner or something. He was about to go to the fore quarters as his shift was up, when the computer picked up activity on channel 16 - the distress channel.

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY! THIS IS ROSDIVANI MERCHANT SHIP LEIRION! WE HAVE SUFFERED TREMENDOUS FIRE AND EXPLOSION! WE ARE ABANDONING SHIP! BE ADVISED THAT THIS SHIP CONTAINS A NUCLEAR REACTOR!

He stared for a second before wrenching off his headset and reaching for a switch. He thumped it hard, which put him in contact with the bridge. he explained what he'd just heard to the Captain. He took an order and swung back to the radio, fire in his eye.

"This is the Destroyer Kortolitz of the Antigran Navy. Message recieved, message recieved, we're on our way, over!"

He'd picked up the location of the transmission with the onboard equipment. The ship was not that far away, just out of visual contact. Williams referred the positions to the Captain, who began yelling out orders.

"Adjust course, bearing 3-3-2, ahead flank! Ahead flank!"

OOC: It's probably a reasonable guess that the ship is somewhere in the Haven strait - that's what I'm assuming, anyway

IC:
WNS September

Normal patrols for a normal day - as normal as one gets within Haven, one supposes. Piracy was eradicated in the Straits, due to the overwhelming naval power of the nations lining the strait, so the only occasional problem was an unauthorized whaler or a drug smuggler that was quite easily blasted out of the water. Being in command of a Patrol Destroyer was one of the least gratifying jobs as an officer - the big name commanders had ships off fighting in foreign lands, meeting sexy foreign women and glory in battle.

There was no glory in shooting holes in fishing boats.

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY! THIS IS ROSDIVANI MERCHANT SHIP LEIRION! WE HAVE SUFFERED TREMENDOUS FIRE AND EXPLOSION! WE ARE ABANDONING SHIP! BE ADVISED THAT THIS SHIP CONTAINS A NUCLEAR REACTOR!

Finally, some action!

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Captain Joseph Adderley commanded the September - a patrol destroyer in the Whyatican Naval Forces. His ship was one of dozens patrolling the waters around the Whyatican Empire - but again, most of the action was not in the Straits. Kargucagstani raids on Whyatican islands happened occasionally, now that would have glory in combat. The only thing that had happened that day was a spectacular failure of the microwave unit in the general mess hall, and even then, that was quickly replaced.

Bridge

"Captain, we're receiving a distress call from a Rosdivani freighter 15 nautical miles off. They're abandoning ship, and are warning that there's a nuclear reactor on board." the radio officer said, listening intently to his earpiece and typing out what he heard.

"Change our heading to intercept. We'd best try to save these people while we can. Set a red alert across the ship and get the helicopter team ready to launch." the Captain ordered, whilst thinking to himself about the headlines back in his home town of Caladan City. He could be a hero! Finally, the action he deserved. He didn't graduate from the Naval Academy for nothing.

"Broadcast a message to the Rosdivani - This is the Whyatican destroyer September. We are en route to intercept and will be at your location within the hour."

Kampferian Arguin, Kampferian Overseas Territories
Freiheit Naval Base

The trouble in the Haven Strait was far away from this base in the Hallad, however, there was something else that attracted the attention of the base commander. Kapitän zur See Knapp had worked long and hard to attain this posting. There was not a prettier military base in all of the Kampferian provinces or overseas territories. To be stationed here meant to be stationed away from the usual activities of the Haven Strait and the Strob, or away from the line of fire as some might state. It was the perfect posting for the man, and he was the perfect man for the job. A family man, he was strong yet compassionate, but what set him apart from the rest was his ferocious nationalism and determination. If there was one thing he loved more than his wife and his young son, it was his Kampfers and his Haven. Loyal unto the end, one needn't worry about him traveling the path of Benedict Arnold, and as such Großadmiral Christian had given him this posting, on the far edges of Kampferian influence. As he strutted about his office proudly in his parade uniform, for there was to be a celebration that afternoon, his phone rang. He pressed the speaker button, and was immediately connected to his secretary.

"Kapitän zur See Knapp? They need you in the RADAR room. Apparantly it's urgent."

Knapp sighed, removed his cap, and placed it on his desk. "Tell them I will be right down," he stated, as he wiped his brow. If there was one complaint he had about his posting, it was that the base needed better air conditioning to deal with the blazing sun that often tore at the island. He opened the door to his office and marched briskly to the Threat Identification, Processing, and Resolving (TIPR) Center. Upon entering, he went quickly through the few security measures and entered the RADAR room. Upon entering, numerous chairs swiveled around to greet his arrival. He saluted them quickly, but dismissed their returns. "How go things in tipper?" he prodded jokingly.

A few rolling eyes glanced back at him, but no one spoke for a moment. Then, one man stood, and began to speak. "Well, sir, we seem to have a spot of trouble. Well, I wouldn't call it trouble, but more like a predicament. You see, We recieved word earlier that a Rosdivani merchant ship was sending out distress calls from within the Haven. Quite frankly, they are too far away for us to do anything to help them. We should leave that to the boys back home or some of our neighbors up there. However, we have detected an Antigrian warship entering Havenic waters. It probably means no harm, but..."

"WHAT!!!" Knapp's ears jumped to attention and he cut the operator off as soon as he recognized what had been said. "You are telling me that there is an extrahavenic warship in Haven and no one has acted yet? Gentlemen, what are you waiting for? Let's get cracking! Send a message to the warship, I'll leave the content to you. Send out a small interdiction squadron, they hopefully won't need much persuasion. The time has come to end this madness!"

Blazing alarms alerted the sailors of their status. Men jumped out of their beds, ran from the mess hall, shot out of the bathrooms, did whatever they had to to make it to their stations. Within a short time, two Type 38 Destroyers and an Admiral Class Cruiser were to be pulling out to intercept the Antigrian ship. Meanwhile, fingers pounded on keyboards and within a short time, at the most two minutes, a message was sent to the Antigrian ship.

Your presence noted within Havenic waters. Stop.
Request withdrawl immediately. Stop.
Be advised an interdiction force is en route and that you are well within missile range of Kampferian holdings. Stop.
Intediction team will escort you from Havenic waters. Stop.
Failure to comply will result in termination. Stop.

OOC: Whew! That felt good (to write an IC post again, that is). Also, Antigr, I didn't know your national adjective so I had to make one up.

It was an ordinary day in Hallad, though there was news that war was about to break out on the Eastern border again. Shessara was always a hotbead of activity and Halladi-Shessaran relations were notably poor. But, today, it seemed the action was in the Haven Strait. Fleet command had intercepted a distress signal from merchant ship -- non-Halladi. Although the situation was considered low priority, other intercepted communiques worried Hallad and the noticed deployment of a several small fleets into the Straits was worrying, indeed.

Captain Omar Abdul-Haqq recieved a call in the early morning, waking he and his up. He clumsily reached for the ringing phone and after several grabs finally managed to get his hands on it. "Hello...?"

"Captain," said the familiar voice of his superior, "There is a situation, you are being assigned to it. You leave tonight. Your crew is already assembled. Report for duty immediately."

"Huh...?"

"You will be briefed upon arrival." There was a click and the dial tone could be heard.

He turned around to his wife, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I have to go," said Omar, not really explaining anything. He got up and began changing into his uniform.

"What? What for?" His wife asked while stretching. "And what time is it?"

"It's for work, you know I can't tell you," he said. "And it's 3 AM. Go back to bed, honey, I'll be back as soon as I can."

He drove to Fleet headquarters and was immediately brought to a briefing room. A intelligence officer spoke and gave a slideshow.

"A Rosdivani(an) merchant ship, apparently nuclear powered, went up in flames last night due to unknown causes. We recieved a distress signal, as many fleets likely did, but chose not to act. They are non-Halladi and too far away from any of our ships on patrol, other ships are likely closer. However, it was later detect that this was in the Haven strait," a slide was shown. "The S.F.F Kortolitz, the newest Antigrian destroyer sailing in the Haven strait. Now, Hallad has no issue with this per se, however, what he do old issue with is this," Several more slides were shown. "Two Type 38 Destroyers and an Admiral Class Cruiser from Kampfers were released into the Hallad Strait in order to intercept the Antigrian vessel. We findn this particularly worrying. Therefore, we have mobilized your Beta-class SSN to track and follow them. Any questions?"

"Just my Beta?" He asked.

"Yes, just your Beta. You have an experienced crew and a hue aresenal on that vessel, Captain, we at Fleet Command feel it is enough for the mission. Any other questions? If not, you are dismissed."

Omar had no other questions and he proceeded down to the dock where his crew was loading his Beta-class SSN, Hallad's so-called "stealth sub," with supplies. Each man saluted the Captain has he passed entered the submarine's bridge.

"Ah, captain," said his First Lieutenant, Abdullah Hashim. "Good to see you again."

"Likewise, Lieutenant," they shook hands. "When will we be ready?"

"Thirty minutes -- we're still waiting on fruit supplies."

"Carry on, Lieutenant, I'm going to inspect my ship," noted the Captain, who saluted. Abdullah saluted back and Omar took off, looking around his ship, making sure it was tip-top shape.

While doing this, the ship's political officer spotted and approached the Captain. "Comrade Captain," he said eagerly, "It's good to see you've arrived, finally. Long briefing?"

"I guess," shrugged Omar, "Or Fleet was just late to contact me."

"Typical Fleet," said the Captain disgusted, "They do a good job, but with this sort of stuff they always screw something. Inefficiency is so... so... unsocialist!"

Omar gave a grunt of approval, still walking around his vessel and looking at every detail. "So, what can I do for you, Nasir?"

"Commissar Nasir."

"Commissar Nasir, what can I do for?"

"Well," the political officer rolled his eyes, "I would like to reiterate the importance of this mission."

"Importance? We're following some Prussians who are hot-headed and freaked when they saw non-Havenites in Haven. Which isn't exactly uncommon."

"Yes, yes, but the Beta is our 'stealth sub,' you know. The 'silent killer' of the Halladi Fleet."

"Yes, comrade Commissar, I am very well aquanted with my vessel."

"The point is that we must be around these Prussians without being detected and I know we can do it, but I need to know you're going to give 100% in this mission -- this is just as important as if were attacking those Prussians."

"Yes, comrade, we have a caterpillar drive, rubber and gel seals to reduce noise, this is one of the best built submarines in the world. Please now, comrade, I am trying to work here."

"Alright," said Nasir, upset the conversation was ending, "I'll be around."

* * *

It was just about a half-hour later when the Beta took off from port. Once several kilometres out to sea, they submerged and headed toward on the course Fleet had provided them, going quite fast. They were not trying to be stealthy at the moment, after all, they needed to play catch-up. It was estimated that in five ours they would need to engage in stealth-like activities to avoid unwanted attention was they neared the Kampfer's fleet.

OOC: I have not much experience of the Haven strait, so I assumed it had international waters somewhere in it, if there aren't, I would've posted a merchant ship instead, so I think it's my bad if there is no international water but for the sake of the RP I think we need a compromise. Oh, and the word is 'Antigran', no second letter i.

S.F.F. Kortolitz

The Captain read the coded message with alarm. He quickly ordered a reply be sent.

Our intentions are solely peaceful. Stop.
We are stopping. Stop.
However, we are responding to distress signal. Stop.
Feel free to come aboard and search us. Stop.
Not very much ammunition on board. Stop.
Request to continue, perhaps under your escort? Stop.

Meanwhile, a Lieutenant had been sent to brief the crew over the Announcer. He did this with haste. The crew were not sent to battle stations, but rahter to positions were they could man the weapons quickly. it was made sure all men had at least a pistol - their intentions were peaceful, but it seems the Kampferian's weren't.

...

Captain Ronald Bailey coughed as smoke poured into the bridge, the windows having been cracked by the initial explosion. Not only was breathing difficult, but seeing was nearly impossible as thick black smoke from the fire roiled up and back, covering the ship and with it the bridge.

“Sir, message off and we’ve received and acknowledged responses from a pair of destroyers, Antigran and Whyatican,” reported Douglas Wood, currently operating as the ship’s communications officer. A loud crash and a tremor through the bridge marked another structural collapse.

Chewing on his lip, and inwardly damning himself to the deepest bowels of hell, Captain Bailey finally made the last decision he had ever wanted to make. He never would forgive himself for it, neither for the simple fact that he gave the order, nor for the fact that he didn’t give it at the very beginning of trouble, and so lives perished that he might have saved.

“Announce Abandon Ship.”

ABANDON SHIP ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

As the ship’s whistle and general alarm began blaring, Captain Bailey began the walk to the nearest liferaft, pausing to make sure that Douglas Wood got out as well. There was no time for a traditional gathering and headcount, they didn’t even know who was supposed to come up short, it was simply a matter of getting to the proper liferafts and hoping everyone made it off alright.

The liferafts were fairly sophisticated for their type. They were enclosed against the weather and equipped with emergency transponders and radar reflectors to aid their detection. They did however suffer from a lack of radio transmitters, making them unable to communicate with other vessels or boats in the area. C’est la vie.

I realise this is just another annoying post in my recent spate of bumping, but where's kampfers?

I realise this is just another annoying post in my recent spate of bumping, but where's kampfers?

OOC: Jesus fuckin christ man! It's been what, 2 days since I posted. Keep in mind that I juggle a job, school, and a personal life outside of NS (o.o) as well. Sorry if I don't sit at a computer 24/7 to post whenever you do. Also note that Rosdivian took two days to post again. Also, sorry for the short post. Long day at school and I have to go to play with my (tenative) band.

KMS Tapferesherz
Somewhere within the Haven Strait

One man stood on the deck of the Tapferesherz as she plowed through the waters that rocked her bow. One man had stood on her bow for more than fifteen years. Finally, at last, he had his chance to do something great, to make a name for himself in Kampfers. There were extra-havenic warships in Haven. And then he got the commands. Oh, those dreadful commands. Those commands that told him to remain civil. Those commands that told him to remmember to never shoot unless shot upon. Shoot first, ask questions later was his style. The rear echelon had screwed him over one more time. But this was how things always went on the seas, and he had learned how to react correspondingly. Now was one of those times. So he braced himself for anotehr peaceful encouter... another.

As the Admiral class cruiser cut through the waves, he ordered a message sent to the Antigran ship.

Thank you for your compliance. Stop.
Inspection requested to search for smuggled or stolen goods. Stop.
Present all hands on deck and proceed to move them onto the bow. Stop.

With the transmission sent off, the Tapferesherz began to throttle back in order to slowly pull up next to the Antigran ship. Promptly following that, the marine contingent upon the Tapferesherz would board the Antigran ship and would maintain security while a few Kampferian inspectors climbed aboard and inspected the ship. This way, the Kampferians could ensure the safety of their ship, personel, and the Antigran sailors. Hopefully the Antigrans would not try anything silly and the whole affair would go down nice and smooth.

OOC: Sorry. I'm just an impatient kinda guy with some time to waste. Sorry, again. Oh, and crappy post for now, only have 3 minutes to do it.

IC:

A lookout yelled down a communications telephone to the bridge.

"We have a visual, sir! Approaching on starboard aft quarter"

At about the same time, a coded message was recieved. A message was broadcast on the ships's announcer.

"We'll have a boarding party coming on. Do as you're told, and report to main deck"

Once they had gotten close enough, the Halladi SSN began to engage its silent drives and slow its speed. Enough to keep up with the Prussian ships, but slow enough to reduce noise. Not to mention the surface vessels were a bit noisey themselves, but better safe than sorry. That's what Captain Abdul-Haqq believed, at any rate.

They followed the ships for many, many hours, and eventually some time later, they picked up another vessel coming onto the sonar. They expected this to be the Antigran vessel, although they weren't sure with their passive sonar running. The Halladi crew was unfamiliar with that particular vessels sound, since it was so new and not of much importance to the Halladi Navy.

"Sir," said one of the radiomen, to the Captain. "Sir, we've picked up a transmission from the Prussians." The sailor handed a small piece of paper to the Captain who took a look at it.

Thank you for your compliance. Stop.
Inspection requested to search for smuggled or stolen goods. Stop.
Present all hands on deck and proceed to move them onto the bow. Stop.

He handed it back. "Looks like we have confirmation on the identity of that vessel," said Omar. "Take us up fifty metres."

The order was repeated down the line of command. A moment later and the same man came up to the Captain. "Comrade, sir," he said, "Two more messages. The new vessel is most definately Antigran."

"Thank you, comrade," he took the messages and looked at them. "Lieutenant."

"Aye, sir," answered back the Lieutenant in a split second.

"The Prussians are going to board the Antigran ship, so they should be stopping. Inform the crew they are to be on minimum noise and order us up another 50 metres."

"Yes, comrade Captain." The order made its way down the line of command.

The submarine came up to somewhat shallow depth and began to encircle the Kampfers ships. Nothing fancy, nothing devious. Just waiting and listening.

le bump

Not dead yet, I think - just Kampfers TGed me, said he wouldn't be active for a couple of days.

Don't leave!

I know he said he'd be inactive, but it's been over fifteen days...time to get out the defibrillator?

Dead. Sorry, Rosdivan.