Orbath
20-06-2008, 02:13
Wednesday, June 18th, 14:34, Coast of Orbath
The day had been quiet, like many before it. The borders of Orbath, especially the ocean borders were notoriously secure, making most think twice about trying to smuggle anything into Orbath. This made the job of the naval patrol groups somewhat boring. Luckily the military didn't want bored or sleepy crew members, so it was quite common for the to hold an action drill, or even place an unregistered boat in their patrol area, and inform them they had to find it. Even if they were uninformed, it was unlikely it would make it by anyway.
A naval patrol group was made up of 4 Ansyrama class corvettes, purchased recently from Yanitaria and 2 Hatchet Class Frigates, slightly older, purchased from Lyras. The ships were examples of fine military equipment, well made and well kept, evidence of that being the sparkling railings and deck, even though the ships had been out to sea for a few days.
Commodore Matthew Hook was the commander of the particular task force, his home while at sea a Hatchet Class frigate, the ONS Hamilton, named for a now deceased but once influential politician within Orbath. Hook often took slack (behind his back of course), for his pirate like name. Despite this, it was only jokingly, his naval group respected and liked him.
The man was currently sitting in one of his lower officers quarters, along with several other members of the ships brass, enjoying cigars, coffee and a game of poker. They weren't slacking off, there was just simply nothing for them to do.
He nearly jumped from his seat when the klaxons began to sound and he recognized his subordinates voice over the loud speakers informing everyone to ''man your stations''. Mere seconds after hearing this and rising to his feet, the door of the room opened, a man appeared and saluted. After Hook and the others returned his salute he began.
''We have detected a contact bearing 12 North, heading approximately 14 knots. The ship is not logged and has not returned radio messages from the ONS Fox (a corvette).''
Hook hadn't been informed of any action drill or exercises, so he was confident this was the real thing. More times than not it was simply a ship that had lost their way, but the fact that they had not been raised on radio was suspicious.
''Where are our birds?'' He asked, referring to the two SH-60 helicopters which operated off of the decks of the other Hatchet class in the group, the ONS Bright.
''Hotel One is approaching the contact, ETA five minutes, Hotel Two is returning for fuel.''
That was good, he needed visual confirmation on the ship, and usually the helicopters could reach a ship faster than the corvettes.
''How about the corvettes?'' He asked, knowing full well that if procedure was followed, two would be heading for the ship while the remaining two kept on patrol.
''The ONS Switch and ONS Cheetah are maintaining their patrol routes, the other two are heading for the ship. The closest is the Barracuda, it'll reach the ship in ten minutes if it maintains it's current speed and heading.''
Hook was pleased, his subordinate had acted quickly and effectively, following procedure to a tee. When Hook finally retired, the man would make an excellent replacement. Since his poker game had been spoiled anyway, he put out his cigar and grabbed his coffee, heading for the bridge to give his praise.
Hotel One, 14:39
The SH-60 helicopter flew low and fast, heading towards a contact that appeared on their radar. They had been the first to spot it and relay the information to the Hamilton and now they needed to check out the ship, hopefully getting a name from the hull. The pilot could now see the ship, but it was too far away to see in any detail. As they approached, he began to make out features of the ship. It appeared to be a medium sized ''family'' boat, not quite a yaught but still a pretty nice boat. Although the boat was actually heading towards him, he was high enough to see an rather large wake coming off of the boat, which appeared to be picking up the speed. By the looks of things, the regular engine had either been modified or replaced, allowing the boat to go much faster than it should. The sensor operator picked up a headset, placing it over his ears and putting the microphone to his lips and speaking.
''Attention unidentified contact, this is the Orbathian Navy, halt and identify yourself.''
He waited a few seconds, as the boat came closer and closer.
''Attention unidentified contact, this is the Orbathian Navy, halt and identify yourself or shots will be fired.''
He spoke much sterner, and turned, gripping the MGY-12 Maggy Machine gun that was mounted by the door. If the ship didn't identify itself, he would have the pilot turn the helicopter, allowing him to bring his weapon to bear on the rogue boat.
''Crackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrack''
The boat had accelerated rapidly, and as it passed under the helicopter, although nobody in Hotel 1 could see, a man appeared on the boat's deck and fired a burst from his rifle at the bottom of the helicopter. Luckily the rifle was in auto and the man wasn't a very could shoot, so many of the bullets didn't touch the helicopter. However, three or four did, smashing into the bottom of the helicopter, but causing little damage.
The pilot swore, increasing altitude and speeding away at the same time. As he did this, the signal operator radioed the Hamilton.
''Hamilton this is Hotel One, unidentified contact has fired shots, automatic rifle, requesting permission to engage, over.''
Hook had reached the bridge and heard the message come in. He had not expected this. His subordinate looked at him, waiting to see if he would pick up the radio. Hook merely nodded. His subordinate took the hint and picked up the radio.
''Negative Hotel One, keep a safe distance but maintain visual contact.''
It was much safer to have a better armed, better armored ship take care of it than a helicopter, which, although faster and better for visual, was not as good a fighter. He picked up the radio again. but changed frequencies.
''Barracuda, this is Hamilton, unidentified contact his hostile, you are authorized to engage and destroy.''
ONS Barracuda, 14:48
The ship was traveling fast, 32 knots to exact, almost it's top speed. Captain Fawsett heard the message, and quickly planned a response. He could use the four anti shipping missiles he had, but they were so close to the enemy contact, in fact he could now see it, that by the time a missile was prepared, they would be nearly on top of it. Also, if a missile was used, hardly anything would be left, that meant no evidence to figure out who the ship may have belonged to. Instead, he ordered his crew to man the six 14.5mm, Yanitarian made ''Hag'' machine guns which were mounted around the edge of the ship. As they got closer, they had to slow, to allow for better control of the ship and also to allow the machine gunners to take more accurate shots.
Fawsett could see the details of the ship until he was nearly knocked of his feet. The pilot turned rapidly right, then made a really wide turn that would bring him around the back of the ship and up the left side about 15 meters out, parallel to the ship. As he did this and they came up alongside the ship, Fawsett could see a masked man, clutching a rifle and to his horror, he pointed towards the Barracuda.
Suddenly the air was pierced but the sound of machine gun fire and the man with the rifle began twitching and dancing as his body was riddled with bullets, soon literally ripping off his arm, and nearly cutting him into half. Another gunner began putting bullets towards the engine and within seconds, the ship began to slow and the engine began to smoke.
Without warning, the ship was turned right,and as it slowed, it appeared the man piloting it was trying to ram them. The Barracuda rapidly accelerated, overtaking the boat, making a wide turn and heading back towards the boat, which had veered left and was now sitting dead in the water.
The boarding party on the Barracuda came up onto the deck and the ship rapidly slowed, finally stopping backwards but still parallel to the enemy boat. Wooden planks were dropped across the small gap and the boarding party, consisting of 12 soldiers rushed onto the ship. The driver pulled a submachine gun, but was killed before he could fire any shots.
As the men headed downstairs, first clearing the quarters, they found they could go no father. A massive wall of many bags of marijuana blocked their path and extended all the way into the bowels of the ship. This was a major drug bust.
Hotel One, 14:56
The crew cheered as they received conformation that the enemy boat had indeed been stopped, and they had helped with a big drug bust. Suddenly the signal operator stopped cheering. A contact had appeared on his radar. He grabbed a nearby book and checked to see if it was supposed to be there. Sure enough, it wasn't. As the pilot called out ''bingo fuel'' and turned the helicopter heading towards the ONS Hamilton, he noticed another contact, then another. Things were getting bad.
OOC: I'm looking for someone, preferably from NU to RP two more boats of drug smugglers, and claim the third which has been disabled. Your primary goal will be to get the drugs to shore, which may mean engaging my ships or helicopters. You must have civilian boats. The idea is pretty much for you to lose, but put up a good fight.
OOB
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13665158&postcount=13
If you manage to make it past this group or leave this groups patrol area, there are identical groups, patrolling aircraft and subs.
The day had been quiet, like many before it. The borders of Orbath, especially the ocean borders were notoriously secure, making most think twice about trying to smuggle anything into Orbath. This made the job of the naval patrol groups somewhat boring. Luckily the military didn't want bored or sleepy crew members, so it was quite common for the to hold an action drill, or even place an unregistered boat in their patrol area, and inform them they had to find it. Even if they were uninformed, it was unlikely it would make it by anyway.
A naval patrol group was made up of 4 Ansyrama class corvettes, purchased recently from Yanitaria and 2 Hatchet Class Frigates, slightly older, purchased from Lyras. The ships were examples of fine military equipment, well made and well kept, evidence of that being the sparkling railings and deck, even though the ships had been out to sea for a few days.
Commodore Matthew Hook was the commander of the particular task force, his home while at sea a Hatchet Class frigate, the ONS Hamilton, named for a now deceased but once influential politician within Orbath. Hook often took slack (behind his back of course), for his pirate like name. Despite this, it was only jokingly, his naval group respected and liked him.
The man was currently sitting in one of his lower officers quarters, along with several other members of the ships brass, enjoying cigars, coffee and a game of poker. They weren't slacking off, there was just simply nothing for them to do.
He nearly jumped from his seat when the klaxons began to sound and he recognized his subordinates voice over the loud speakers informing everyone to ''man your stations''. Mere seconds after hearing this and rising to his feet, the door of the room opened, a man appeared and saluted. After Hook and the others returned his salute he began.
''We have detected a contact bearing 12 North, heading approximately 14 knots. The ship is not logged and has not returned radio messages from the ONS Fox (a corvette).''
Hook hadn't been informed of any action drill or exercises, so he was confident this was the real thing. More times than not it was simply a ship that had lost their way, but the fact that they had not been raised on radio was suspicious.
''Where are our birds?'' He asked, referring to the two SH-60 helicopters which operated off of the decks of the other Hatchet class in the group, the ONS Bright.
''Hotel One is approaching the contact, ETA five minutes, Hotel Two is returning for fuel.''
That was good, he needed visual confirmation on the ship, and usually the helicopters could reach a ship faster than the corvettes.
''How about the corvettes?'' He asked, knowing full well that if procedure was followed, two would be heading for the ship while the remaining two kept on patrol.
''The ONS Switch and ONS Cheetah are maintaining their patrol routes, the other two are heading for the ship. The closest is the Barracuda, it'll reach the ship in ten minutes if it maintains it's current speed and heading.''
Hook was pleased, his subordinate had acted quickly and effectively, following procedure to a tee. When Hook finally retired, the man would make an excellent replacement. Since his poker game had been spoiled anyway, he put out his cigar and grabbed his coffee, heading for the bridge to give his praise.
Hotel One, 14:39
The SH-60 helicopter flew low and fast, heading towards a contact that appeared on their radar. They had been the first to spot it and relay the information to the Hamilton and now they needed to check out the ship, hopefully getting a name from the hull. The pilot could now see the ship, but it was too far away to see in any detail. As they approached, he began to make out features of the ship. It appeared to be a medium sized ''family'' boat, not quite a yaught but still a pretty nice boat. Although the boat was actually heading towards him, he was high enough to see an rather large wake coming off of the boat, which appeared to be picking up the speed. By the looks of things, the regular engine had either been modified or replaced, allowing the boat to go much faster than it should. The sensor operator picked up a headset, placing it over his ears and putting the microphone to his lips and speaking.
''Attention unidentified contact, this is the Orbathian Navy, halt and identify yourself.''
He waited a few seconds, as the boat came closer and closer.
''Attention unidentified contact, this is the Orbathian Navy, halt and identify yourself or shots will be fired.''
He spoke much sterner, and turned, gripping the MGY-12 Maggy Machine gun that was mounted by the door. If the ship didn't identify itself, he would have the pilot turn the helicopter, allowing him to bring his weapon to bear on the rogue boat.
''Crackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrack''
The boat had accelerated rapidly, and as it passed under the helicopter, although nobody in Hotel 1 could see, a man appeared on the boat's deck and fired a burst from his rifle at the bottom of the helicopter. Luckily the rifle was in auto and the man wasn't a very could shoot, so many of the bullets didn't touch the helicopter. However, three or four did, smashing into the bottom of the helicopter, but causing little damage.
The pilot swore, increasing altitude and speeding away at the same time. As he did this, the signal operator radioed the Hamilton.
''Hamilton this is Hotel One, unidentified contact has fired shots, automatic rifle, requesting permission to engage, over.''
Hook had reached the bridge and heard the message come in. He had not expected this. His subordinate looked at him, waiting to see if he would pick up the radio. Hook merely nodded. His subordinate took the hint and picked up the radio.
''Negative Hotel One, keep a safe distance but maintain visual contact.''
It was much safer to have a better armed, better armored ship take care of it than a helicopter, which, although faster and better for visual, was not as good a fighter. He picked up the radio again. but changed frequencies.
''Barracuda, this is Hamilton, unidentified contact his hostile, you are authorized to engage and destroy.''
ONS Barracuda, 14:48
The ship was traveling fast, 32 knots to exact, almost it's top speed. Captain Fawsett heard the message, and quickly planned a response. He could use the four anti shipping missiles he had, but they were so close to the enemy contact, in fact he could now see it, that by the time a missile was prepared, they would be nearly on top of it. Also, if a missile was used, hardly anything would be left, that meant no evidence to figure out who the ship may have belonged to. Instead, he ordered his crew to man the six 14.5mm, Yanitarian made ''Hag'' machine guns which were mounted around the edge of the ship. As they got closer, they had to slow, to allow for better control of the ship and also to allow the machine gunners to take more accurate shots.
Fawsett could see the details of the ship until he was nearly knocked of his feet. The pilot turned rapidly right, then made a really wide turn that would bring him around the back of the ship and up the left side about 15 meters out, parallel to the ship. As he did this and they came up alongside the ship, Fawsett could see a masked man, clutching a rifle and to his horror, he pointed towards the Barracuda.
Suddenly the air was pierced but the sound of machine gun fire and the man with the rifle began twitching and dancing as his body was riddled with bullets, soon literally ripping off his arm, and nearly cutting him into half. Another gunner began putting bullets towards the engine and within seconds, the ship began to slow and the engine began to smoke.
Without warning, the ship was turned right,and as it slowed, it appeared the man piloting it was trying to ram them. The Barracuda rapidly accelerated, overtaking the boat, making a wide turn and heading back towards the boat, which had veered left and was now sitting dead in the water.
The boarding party on the Barracuda came up onto the deck and the ship rapidly slowed, finally stopping backwards but still parallel to the enemy boat. Wooden planks were dropped across the small gap and the boarding party, consisting of 12 soldiers rushed onto the ship. The driver pulled a submachine gun, but was killed before he could fire any shots.
As the men headed downstairs, first clearing the quarters, they found they could go no father. A massive wall of many bags of marijuana blocked their path and extended all the way into the bowels of the ship. This was a major drug bust.
Hotel One, 14:56
The crew cheered as they received conformation that the enemy boat had indeed been stopped, and they had helped with a big drug bust. Suddenly the signal operator stopped cheering. A contact had appeared on his radar. He grabbed a nearby book and checked to see if it was supposed to be there. Sure enough, it wasn't. As the pilot called out ''bingo fuel'' and turned the helicopter heading towards the ONS Hamilton, he noticed another contact, then another. Things were getting bad.
OOC: I'm looking for someone, preferably from NU to RP two more boats of drug smugglers, and claim the third which has been disabled. Your primary goal will be to get the drugs to shore, which may mean engaging my ships or helicopters. You must have civilian boats. The idea is pretty much for you to lose, but put up a good fight.
OOB
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13665158&postcount=13
If you manage to make it past this group or leave this groups patrol area, there are identical groups, patrolling aircraft and subs.