Roma V
30-08-2008, 21:27
"And who wrote the tune, you dark ask? You know who wrote it - it's the Devil's own music, hot and sweet, and surely damned will be the man who turns his ear toward it."
Captain Herman Longfellow stood in control deck of the LAS "Master Exploder" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delhi_class_destroyer). They were off of the coast of Origin Island, the main island of Leichstur, and headed towards Green Field Island, named for its vast green fields.
They were to patrol the waters in search of a derelict vessel scheduled to pass their location to smuggle a large shipment of drugs into Origin Island. The shipment was supposed to be heavily guarded thus the Armada chose his vessel in the mission which normally would've been handled by The Homeland Defense Force. But their vessels weren't made to take on a lot of firepower thus they figured a Destroyer would be able to handle any threats awaiting them.
They'd been on patrol for roughly four hours, long past the time the smuggling vessels were supposed to pass by their location. There was no way they could miss them either with sonar buoys they had dropped in the water incase their radar missed the vessels (which was unlikely).
While Herman was never one to doubt the intelligence provided to High Naval Command he was beginning to wonder if maybe they had been wrong.
Meanwhile...
"You're sure you wish to do this, my Führer? This test could endanger te lives of these innocent soldiers.", said Dr.Metz as he looked back at Prince Martin Leichstur II who stood in the control room of the bunker with them, watching the satellite image of the ship.
"They knew the risk when they joined the Armed Forces. Besides they're doing their country a great honor. Initiate the test, Doctor."
Dr. Metz bowed his head in respect to the Prince. "As you wish, my Führer. Raise the antennae!", he shouted to a group of technicians who sat at a row of computers.
Outside the silos opened and the large antennae slowly began to rise out of the ground like missiles.
"Antennae deployed, sir.", shouted an officer who as responsible for keeping the technicians of that row in line.
"Very good. Charge the transmitters!", he shouted to another row.
After roughly 10 minutes the officer of that row shouted back "Transmitters charged to full power, sir!"
Dr. Metz nodded and turned to Prince Martin Leichsutr, gesturing him over to a master computer at the head of the room. He approached a red button that was beneath a bullet proof casing and used his key to unlock it, stepping aside and motioning Martin to it. "Please, take the honor of initiating the test, my Führer.", he said with a kind smile.
Martin eyed the scientist a bit before stepping up to the button and slamming his palm down on it.
Outside small lights that decorated the beams of the antennae flashed green showing that they were initiated and working.
Back on the LAS "Master Exploder"...
Herman bit his fingernails with some annoyance and frustration. They were professional sailors who would some day destroy enemy ships and they couldn't find a group of smuggling vessels?!
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying this whole operation sounds like a load of horse shit.", said one of the computer operators on the deck.
Now that pissed him off. He was their superior officer, their captain, and they were questioning the legitimacy of their mission!
He approached the operator and punched him square in the nose, causing him to fall out of his chair and groan on the floor as he struggled to contain the bleeding from his nose.
Before he could continue to beat the shit out of the arrogant sailor he heard a gunshot out on the deck and he quickly rushed outside to find a sailor had just shot another one square in the forehead. Herman's approach notified him he was not alone and the sailor began to let loose a clip from his pistol on the Captain.
Herman rolled out of the way to find a sailor with a crowbar charging up the stairs, ready to kill. Herman pulled out his father's old Luger and put two shots square in the sailor's torso, dropping him.
Their was a sudden ruckess behind him in the control room and he turned around the find all the personnel inside beating each other senseless. One sailor has his head impaled on a joystick. Another was beating his crew mate's face into the keyboard of his computerr. There was another sailor with his head stuck inside a computer monitor.
What the hell was going on?!
The whole ship was suddenly shook by an explosion below deck. He quickly hurried down stairs to find out what was going on, shooting another crazed sailor square in the lungs with three shots as he charged him with a torpedo rack that was left out on the deck.
He hurried down below deck, the echoes of fighting, yelling, screaming, and gun shots echoing all around him. He didn't care what was happening to the crew. The incompetent bastards could go to Hell for all he cared. He just wanted to keep his ship safe.
Grabbing a G36K from the dead body of a sailor who was slumped against the wall of the ship with his face beaten in. He checked the clip...the idiot didn't even get a shot off before he was beaten to death.
He rushed towards the engine room and yanked the door open. Darkness. Either they cut the electricity to this room or someone shot out all the lights. Towards the back he could see a figure standing before a flaming piece of equipment in a trance. He grabbed his flashlight from his jacket and stepped down into the room, turning it on and looking everywhere.
The only sound was the cackling of the flames and the sound of water droplets from holes in the ship caused by shrapnel.
He slowly approached the figure, his gun trained on him at all times. Even as he got within a few feet of him the figure didn't move. When he was within a two feet of the figure he'd had enough. He fired 6 shots into the figure.
There was no groan, no scream. No nothing. The figure only...swung a little. He turned his flashlight upward to see that he'd been hung. Wait...if he was dead...where was the killer? He quickly turned around and within 5 feet of him was a sailor with blood spattered across his face with a pistol aimed at the Herman.
He raised his gun to fire. But he was too slow. The sailor emptied an entire clip from his pistol into Herman's chest and he collapsed, gasping for breath as his body went hot with pain.
He could hear the figure approaching, sliding out the clip in the pistol and readying another one. Herman grasped the Luger in his pocket. One shot was left from what he estimated.
When the figure was within 2 feet of him, he lurched up and fired the last round before the gun clicked empty.
The sailor dropped, gurgling like he was choking on water. He had been shot in the neck.
Herman collapsed as he lay on the cold floor of the engine room, the light from the fire seeming to get dimmer as his body began to go cold. As he slowly felt like taking a nap, he wondered what would happen to his ship...
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"Police say they're closing in on an arrest.", stated the anchorman to the camera infront of him.
He turned his chair so he was facing a camera to the right and that now became the viewer's new view of him.
"In other news the LAS "Master Exploder"'s crew were victims of a blood bath yesterday. The ship was found half sunk off the shore of Green Field Island yesterday after National Naval Command lost contact with the ship."
"A spokesman from National Naval Command says they sent vessels to investigate the situation of the "Master Exploder". When they arrived, the ship was taking on water and all crew members were brutally killed.
"Investigators tell me that the situation looks like there was perhaps a mutiny amongst the crew to overthrow the captain of the ship, Captain Herman Longfellow. However with no replacement in mind once the Captain had been murdered the crew broke into anarchy as individual sailors fought for the position.", said Grand Admiral Michael Hereford while addressing a conference on the situation.
Also, Supreme Adviser to the Prince, Tony Gifford, was present and briefly told the conference that the Prince "extends his condolences to the families of the victims of this situation" and that "I and my staff are hard at work to find the source behind this terrible accident and the families of the dead will receive compensation for their loss."
"The crew, some 360 sailors, will all be receiving individual funerals over the course of the next month following autopsies to see if there were any substances such as drugs or alcohol that might have sparked the violent massacre."
The anchorman turned back to the front camera. "A local man..."
Captain Herman Longfellow stood in control deck of the LAS "Master Exploder" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delhi_class_destroyer). They were off of the coast of Origin Island, the main island of Leichstur, and headed towards Green Field Island, named for its vast green fields.
They were to patrol the waters in search of a derelict vessel scheduled to pass their location to smuggle a large shipment of drugs into Origin Island. The shipment was supposed to be heavily guarded thus the Armada chose his vessel in the mission which normally would've been handled by The Homeland Defense Force. But their vessels weren't made to take on a lot of firepower thus they figured a Destroyer would be able to handle any threats awaiting them.
They'd been on patrol for roughly four hours, long past the time the smuggling vessels were supposed to pass by their location. There was no way they could miss them either with sonar buoys they had dropped in the water incase their radar missed the vessels (which was unlikely).
While Herman was never one to doubt the intelligence provided to High Naval Command he was beginning to wonder if maybe they had been wrong.
Meanwhile...
"You're sure you wish to do this, my Führer? This test could endanger te lives of these innocent soldiers.", said Dr.Metz as he looked back at Prince Martin Leichstur II who stood in the control room of the bunker with them, watching the satellite image of the ship.
"They knew the risk when they joined the Armed Forces. Besides they're doing their country a great honor. Initiate the test, Doctor."
Dr. Metz bowed his head in respect to the Prince. "As you wish, my Führer. Raise the antennae!", he shouted to a group of technicians who sat at a row of computers.
Outside the silos opened and the large antennae slowly began to rise out of the ground like missiles.
"Antennae deployed, sir.", shouted an officer who as responsible for keeping the technicians of that row in line.
"Very good. Charge the transmitters!", he shouted to another row.
After roughly 10 minutes the officer of that row shouted back "Transmitters charged to full power, sir!"
Dr. Metz nodded and turned to Prince Martin Leichsutr, gesturing him over to a master computer at the head of the room. He approached a red button that was beneath a bullet proof casing and used his key to unlock it, stepping aside and motioning Martin to it. "Please, take the honor of initiating the test, my Führer.", he said with a kind smile.
Martin eyed the scientist a bit before stepping up to the button and slamming his palm down on it.
Outside small lights that decorated the beams of the antennae flashed green showing that they were initiated and working.
Back on the LAS "Master Exploder"...
Herman bit his fingernails with some annoyance and frustration. They were professional sailors who would some day destroy enemy ships and they couldn't find a group of smuggling vessels?!
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying this whole operation sounds like a load of horse shit.", said one of the computer operators on the deck.
Now that pissed him off. He was their superior officer, their captain, and they were questioning the legitimacy of their mission!
He approached the operator and punched him square in the nose, causing him to fall out of his chair and groan on the floor as he struggled to contain the bleeding from his nose.
Before he could continue to beat the shit out of the arrogant sailor he heard a gunshot out on the deck and he quickly rushed outside to find a sailor had just shot another one square in the forehead. Herman's approach notified him he was not alone and the sailor began to let loose a clip from his pistol on the Captain.
Herman rolled out of the way to find a sailor with a crowbar charging up the stairs, ready to kill. Herman pulled out his father's old Luger and put two shots square in the sailor's torso, dropping him.
Their was a sudden ruckess behind him in the control room and he turned around the find all the personnel inside beating each other senseless. One sailor has his head impaled on a joystick. Another was beating his crew mate's face into the keyboard of his computerr. There was another sailor with his head stuck inside a computer monitor.
What the hell was going on?!
The whole ship was suddenly shook by an explosion below deck. He quickly hurried down stairs to find out what was going on, shooting another crazed sailor square in the lungs with three shots as he charged him with a torpedo rack that was left out on the deck.
He hurried down below deck, the echoes of fighting, yelling, screaming, and gun shots echoing all around him. He didn't care what was happening to the crew. The incompetent bastards could go to Hell for all he cared. He just wanted to keep his ship safe.
Grabbing a G36K from the dead body of a sailor who was slumped against the wall of the ship with his face beaten in. He checked the clip...the idiot didn't even get a shot off before he was beaten to death.
He rushed towards the engine room and yanked the door open. Darkness. Either they cut the electricity to this room or someone shot out all the lights. Towards the back he could see a figure standing before a flaming piece of equipment in a trance. He grabbed his flashlight from his jacket and stepped down into the room, turning it on and looking everywhere.
The only sound was the cackling of the flames and the sound of water droplets from holes in the ship caused by shrapnel.
He slowly approached the figure, his gun trained on him at all times. Even as he got within a few feet of him the figure didn't move. When he was within a two feet of the figure he'd had enough. He fired 6 shots into the figure.
There was no groan, no scream. No nothing. The figure only...swung a little. He turned his flashlight upward to see that he'd been hung. Wait...if he was dead...where was the killer? He quickly turned around and within 5 feet of him was a sailor with blood spattered across his face with a pistol aimed at the Herman.
He raised his gun to fire. But he was too slow. The sailor emptied an entire clip from his pistol into Herman's chest and he collapsed, gasping for breath as his body went hot with pain.
He could hear the figure approaching, sliding out the clip in the pistol and readying another one. Herman grasped the Luger in his pocket. One shot was left from what he estimated.
When the figure was within 2 feet of him, he lurched up and fired the last round before the gun clicked empty.
The sailor dropped, gurgling like he was choking on water. He had been shot in the neck.
Herman collapsed as he lay on the cold floor of the engine room, the light from the fire seeming to get dimmer as his body began to go cold. As he slowly felt like taking a nap, he wondered what would happen to his ship...
...
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"Police say they're closing in on an arrest.", stated the anchorman to the camera infront of him.
He turned his chair so he was facing a camera to the right and that now became the viewer's new view of him.
"In other news the LAS "Master Exploder"'s crew were victims of a blood bath yesterday. The ship was found half sunk off the shore of Green Field Island yesterday after National Naval Command lost contact with the ship."
"A spokesman from National Naval Command says they sent vessels to investigate the situation of the "Master Exploder". When they arrived, the ship was taking on water and all crew members were brutally killed.
"Investigators tell me that the situation looks like there was perhaps a mutiny amongst the crew to overthrow the captain of the ship, Captain Herman Longfellow. However with no replacement in mind once the Captain had been murdered the crew broke into anarchy as individual sailors fought for the position.", said Grand Admiral Michael Hereford while addressing a conference on the situation.
Also, Supreme Adviser to the Prince, Tony Gifford, was present and briefly told the conference that the Prince "extends his condolences to the families of the victims of this situation" and that "I and my staff are hard at work to find the source behind this terrible accident and the families of the dead will receive compensation for their loss."
"The crew, some 360 sailors, will all be receiving individual funerals over the course of the next month following autopsies to see if there were any substances such as drugs or alcohol that might have sparked the violent massacre."
The anchorman turned back to the front camera. "A local man..."