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(Basically this is a pirating RP, if you have shipping that goes through by the west coast of Africa or through the red sea or near the arabian ocean you can rp in this thread. You can have some military involvement but nothing really big you can send a few cruisers or destroyers and even an aircraft carrier if you want but please don't bring your entire navy and also be realistic in the fact that you can't be right there when a ship reports its being boarded.

I will play realistically with pirates they will have the same tech as the average somalian pirate has. Some will be ex-special forces and will be competent but still have average weapon technology. However I will include a few [3 to 4 in each boarding] death guard with a bit (a tiny pinch) of PMT tech(as in a little bit of futuristic weaponry.)

If you have anything you want to comment on please TG me. If you want to plan something out please TG me. I am more than willing to accomodate. Also if you want to be boarded please TG me whether you want to taken over or fight the pirates off, if I take the ship over however it is under my control unless you TG me otherwise.


You can contact the pirates through a middleman in Yemen who goes by the name of Ali-No Babi. Don't kill him he will be your only link to negotiating if pirates take over.


TEH OOC THREAD IZ HEEAAA

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14322619#post14322619

(Santa Anna- http://jeffprentice.net/clips/cargo2.jpg )

Captain Theodore Reis sat at the bridge of his Traveler-class cargo vessel,"Sir we are rounding the peninsula now," said one of the hands. He turned his head to face the young brunette woman, the light from inside the bridge that broke through the pitch black night turned her head a little red. She was probably in her late 20's and single, he thought to himself smiling. He broke his glance from her and said in his stern voice,"Once we get a straight path give her full speed. Wilson are we on schedule?" An older man probably Reis's age turned to face him,"Yes captain, we are a bit ahead of schedule."

Reis nodded,"Good then we will make good time on our way to the Yemen," he said with an indifference that could only be made after years of monotony. It was easy to distinguish older captains from the new inexperienced ones. The feature that separated these two types was enthusiasm. Any new captain would smile or at least be excited as early shipments meant that they would be payed more and earlier. They were transporting a few Earth III tanks, a shipment of new assault rifles, explosives but perhaps the most important an estimated $6 billion dollars in irreplacable mining and drilling equipment. That didn't include the hidden crate of death guard equipment that was put down as private crate of the captains on all the logs. It included death guard training equipment and weapons, the 20 ton 30 year old crate had never been opened and it was heading to yemen to a secret new laboratory to be forced open and its innards catelogued and if possible reverse engineered.

Reis had been captain of the Santa Anna for almost 20 years now and even though he was 56 and past his prime the 23 year old ship was still working like a beauty. The boat rocked as an explosion on deck lit up the bridge.

Inside the ship men were thrown about as the deck was ripped open and hot steel spread like bullets. The boat finally steadied itself as the captain threw on all the lights. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT," he said looking in disbelief as the deck looked like a sink hole. He immediately thought of the explosives in the cargo hold going off but that was in the rear of the vessel.

One of the men in the bridge, a retired soldier turned to the captain and said it was a mortar. "WHO THE HELL WOULD FIRE A MORTAR AT A CARGO SHIP?" the captain said angered, confused, and a bit scared.

One of the thick bridge doors was opened, the normally sound insulated cabin was now greeted with the music of metal hitting metal and men screaming. A young man covered in red ooze staggered in,"CAPTAIN WE'RE BEING BOARDED!!!!!!!" said the deckhand.

The deck now lit up showed at least 15 men dressed in light kevlar with automatic weapons climbing over the guard rails. At the front of them was the ghost of the monarchy. A Siren Guard, naval special forces death guard. The captain was paralyzed in fear, Wilson immediately went to press a mayday button but he was turned into a bloody mist as the death guard fired an Excalibur Ship Warfare Rifle at the man. The main window which was supposed to be capable of withstanding a metal pole hitting it at category 4 hurricane winds failed as a 2stage armor piercing bullet cut through the "all-proof windows” like it was rice paper.

The rifle could have been called an antique but that was far from it. It was a new type of rifle and probably only type made for use on all ships in the past 30 years. It was bulky and weighed almost 28 pounds but could be used on any part of a ship. It had 32 ceramic rounds on its side magazine capable of penetrating flesh but not metal. It could be changed to armor piercing and even explosive. It had a thermal viewer and night vision capabilities along with the usual death guard field array. It was a fine piece of warfare but to find one was almost impossible.

The pirates on deck quickly spread out to help the rest of the men who were all ready on the ship. Below deck a gun battle raged as the 20 marines who had been assigned to the military cargo and the 30 marines who had been assigned to the death guard crate fought it out with at least 70 pirates. The marines had been caught unaware and at least 8 of them had died immediately. However the professional soldiers once they got over the initial surprise had the advantage over the pirates or at least the younger ones and the pirates lost at least 40 of the newbies. The 30 or so pirates left were older battle scarred men, some wore uniforms with unit patches on the shoulders others wore military grade body armor and they knocked out at least 10 marines. It was an almost even match as both sides battled it out.

Almost 120 pirates had boarded the Santa Anna and the almost 50 pirates not fighting below deck took the civilian crew as prisoners. However the pirates had overlooked the thought that some of the civilian crew might be part of the military and 8 of the pirates would meet in Davy Jones's locker.
The pirates on deck did not show mercy as they line up the 60 civilian crew hands and executed 16 of them and the 6 soldiers who were hiding in civilian crew. The last bastion of the crew was on the bridge where the captain had ordered the crew to lock both hatches leading out. He had pressed the mayday button but nothing had come of it, he felt hopeless and afraid.

Along with the 120 or so pirates 5 Siren Guard were on board. The Sirens had decided that the most important thing to do was to secure the cargo hold. The battle below was then decided as the 5 siren guards headed below deck. They easily took out 10 marines in the first few minutes. Most of the surviving pirates were ordered to go above deck and secure the upper decks and reinforce the pirates above. The sirens also ordered the pirates to lock all but one door that led from the deck to the cargo hold until a specific signal was sent on the radio to unlock the doors.

The Siren Guard had their fun as they played a game of cat and mouse in the maze of crates. The marine captain tried to fight as best he could but in the end the victors had been chosen. Before the entire platoon would be wiped out he told the 5 women and 3 of the young enlisted and his 1st Lieutenant to hide in the Cooling shaft. The cooling shaft was a large pipe that sent cool moisturized air to the motors to cool them down and it would hide their heat signatures from the death guard.

The 9 marines quickly piled into the tube as the rest of the NCOs helped hold off the death guard. The marines hiding in the tube heard one gun at a time fall silent on the marines side and then the moans of the wounded as they were lined up. One of the 9 marines stuck his video camera out and recorded as the death guard and pirates ended each of the marines lives with a shot through the back of the head.



(If you want a cool post like this one, just tell me in the OOC thread you want a monologue on the capture of what ever ship you want captured. Then I'll do it, however you will have no real say on what goes on unless you say before hand what you want)

OOC: Ralk, you just know we're getting involved in this one...:D IC post to follow.

Once the death guard had finished with the marines they immediately called the pirates in to help move the personal crate. They unlocked it from the ties holding it down as they stopped the vessel. The crane picked the huge crate up and began to put it on the deck. The crew had to work fast as they knew helicopters or something would be arriving soon. On the side of the Santa Anna was a smaller cargo boat. The pirates and death guard slowly lowered the crate which creaked as it was lifted. The cranes high tension wire began to screech as it lifted something way over its normal load bearing capabilities. The death guard immediately steered the crate onto the ship. It was important that this be kept safe. If the death guard were slow the entire mission could be considered a failure.

Finally the sound of the crate being released onto the smaller cargo ship was heard. The death guard released a sigh as the vessel immediately headed to a nearby cove that was one of the operation bases. Hidden among the rocks it was almost completely invisible from the air and even a bit from the ocean if you weren't close.

THe Battlehawk Cruiser squadron, cut through the sea. The four ships had been sent by the Battlehawk to combat pirates taht had been raiding Battlehawk Merchent Vessels. Despite the Merchent Vessels having Marines aboard, some had been captured

<Squadron Makeup>
RBS Alamo
RBS Lightning
RBS Endeavour
RBS Stronghold

OOC: Post to come, Ralky.

(Battlehawk can I get a bit more information on the ships, where they are at, etc.)

OOC: Just in the general area, waiting for a distress call to respond to, they are argonught class http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14090087#post14090087, each one also has a special forces team aboard

(I'm going to make an OOC Thread)

[ooc-this looks interesting. I'm sure we can find a Sudovan merchie to have victimized in the area...]

OOC: OOC THREAD HEEEA

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14322619#post14322619

12:11 PM, BMS Oktober
Off the Coast of Africa

The BMS Oktober, a Falken (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14198693&postcount=284)Class destroyer fresh off the assembly lines in Hafentstadt, plowed through the warm waters off the coast of Africa with relative ease, a line of frigates and corvettes following close behind. So far, the battlegroup’s pirate-hunting excursion had been relatively quiet, and morale was high, the ship having just been resupplied the previous morning. Somehow, sauerkraut always seemed to calm sailors’ nerves—that, or the Bundesmarine had just slipped something into the water—not exactly a far-fetched idea, all things considered.

“We’ve got something coming through, sir,” the communications officer remarked, turning to face Captain Vinters, an aged man who looked as though his best days were behind him. “It looks to be a distress signal, Captain, from a Ralkovian cargo vessel.”

Vinters rose from his chair. “Really?” he asked, surprised and somewhat hopeful. He noticed the look on the communication officer’s face and quickly changed his tone. “Ah, I mean, really…well, Ralkovia is an ODECON member-state now, as I’m sure you’re aware. Where did the signal originate?”

“Ah…approximately fourteen nautical miles northeast from our current position,” the commo officer replied.

“Right then—navigation, set a course—45 degrees north of east. All ahead full.”

“Aye, sir, setting course forty-five degrees, all ahead full.”

The pirates had begun moving the guns and whatever they could salvage onto the smaller boats which sped away. The dark night provided a shroud of protection to the pirates.



Inside the ships the marines slowly crawled through the cooling shaft. They would have to make it all the way to the engine room and then go through the the emergency passage to get back on the deck. One of the women kept whimpering and before long one of the anxious corporals yelled at her to shut up.

The 1st Lt. a woman by the name of Donna Beckenstein was now in charge of the 8 man group. She had a family and this would have been her last mission in the field, now this might be her last mission alive. Her husband back home in Florida was a naval architect, they had met on her first mission when she was assigned as a bodyguard to him. They had 2 daughters and a baby son, Elizabeth the oldest was 16, casey who was 12 and Dillan who was only 14 months old. She had to get out of here alive even if it meant sacrificing jerks like Corporal James Haddaway(the one who had yelled at the woman) or Lance Corporal Isaac Adams, both of who had no respect for the marines.

She wasn't a leader, just someone who had come out of college and done OTS(officer training school) and gotten to the position of Lieutentant Minor.(Below 2nd lieutentant, its a special rank given to those who go through OTS) She was now faced with an impossible task and she felt she needed to run away she probably would have too but she turned around and saw 8 faces staring back at her, she was afraid, yes, but she was in charge. "Okay we need to head to the comm room first and get help, if we don't then the entire crew is damned," she said trying to sound in charge.

The marines all nodded as they crawled through the shaft.

12:16 PM, BMS Oktober
Off the Coast of Africa

“Multiple contacts on radar, Captain,” the radar officer piped in, adding his voice to the sounds of the bridge. “Small vessels, scattering away from the cargo ship.”

The Captain sighed, knowing exactly what that meant. “Right. Quartermaster, go to combat stations and run up the colors. We’ve got a pirate hijacking on our hands.” The Quartermaster paused for a moment before running to the commo and picking it up.

“Gefechtsstationen! Gefechtsstationen! We are now at combat stations! Attend to your departments and await further orders!” the Quartermaster bellowed, yelling into the radio as if he was trying to eliminate the need for a radio at all. A klaxon alarm sounded, met by similar alarms on the nearby ships. The captain turned to the weapons officer.

“Weapons, fire a warning shot across the bow of the hijacked ship,” Captain Vinters said, standing up from his seat. “Let’s see what sort of people we’re dealing with here.”

12:16 PM, BMS Apollo
Off the Coast of Africa

Three NH-90 helicopters lifted off, one after the other in quick succession, the rotors clearing the flight deck of any water that had splashed up in the previous week. Sixty members of the marine contingent of the Apollo set off, heavily armed and in full combat body armor, for the cargo ship, unsure of what would await them.

The 5 death guard listened from the small cargo vessel almost 8 miles away at this point as the pirates unloaded the rest of the goods on the ships. Any remaining pirates were either having fun with hostages or trying to steal something big like a tank. A pirate got on the radio,"Any attempt to take this vessel will be met with death," he said. Some of the less brave pirates were already jumping off the ship into the water to get picked up in the speed boats.

The other pirates were lining up a few of the crew on the deck for an execution style video that was on live feed.

12:20 PM, NH-90 Helicopter
Off the Coast of Africa

Sergeant Amsel held up his hand, raising three fingers and yelling at the assembled men on the NH-90 helicopter, his booming voice carrying over even the pellets of rain hitting the ocean and the whirring of the helicopter's rotors.

"ETA to target is ten seconds!" he bellowed. "Team one will remain on the chopper and provide supporting fire, team two will fast-rope down and secure the vessel." He tapped his helmet twice, indicating that the men's radio headsets should be switched on. He lowered his voice considerably as the radio projected his words into the ears of the team of special forces soldiers.

"The Falken will fire off one high-intensity illumination round within the first few seconds of our drop, at which point the hostiles on-deck will be momentarily blinded," he continued. "That's our cue to clear the main deck. Everybody got it?"

The men nodded in agreement and cocked their G501K (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13718935&postcount=6)carbines, switching the safeties off. Seconds later the Sergeant's voice came back over the men's headsets.

"Team two, go, go, go!" The first four men grabbed hold of the ropes and threw them to the deck, while the helicopter stalled, hovering in mid-air. The lead men held the ropes tightly and jumped off the helicopter, fast-roping to the deck of the ship in mere moments. The next group of men followed, and then the next, until all ten men were out of the helicopter. The other two helicopters followed suit, dumping either ten or twenty men and hovering to provide supporting fire.

"Wait for the ILLUM! Wait one, team two!" The men shielded their eyes, which, though goggled, would have been momentarily stunned by the intense light of the naval round. With a popping sound the round ignited, and screams could be heard from the main deck as the line of hostiles preparing to execute a group of hooded crewmen reeled in agony.

The ten special forces soldiers charged down the steel stairway leading to the main deck, firing on anyone holding a weapon. Only one prisoner needed to be taken--the others were expendable.

( I'll have posts tomorrow)

The pirates fired back at the men and at the execution block the guns went off as 20 of the 50 hostages were killed, the pirates kept firing. Bullets sprayed through corridors as the men retreated into the ship trying to close bulkheads and block off passages. Most of the pirates who hadn't been ralkovian special forces were cowards and they ran for it as fast as they could while those of the ralkovian special forces fought like men so they wouldn't die like dogs. The Ralkovians special forces pirates fought as hard as they could but they didn't have the equipment necessary to fight off the enemy. Several of those in the bridge took aim at the hovering helicopters with RPGS and let loose at least 23 rockets which streamed forth at the helicopters.

The marines inside the ship waited and shot at pirates running in. Lt. Donna yelled at her men to not allow the pirates any farther. The marines reaped their revenge on the pirates running through the ships.

12:21 PM, NH-90 Helicopter
Off the Coast of Africa

"Holy shit--pilot break right, break right!" The lead NH-90 tilted its rear rotor upwards, narrowly avoiding a shaped charge fired from one of the RPG-7's on the bridge. The remaining helicopters did the same, relying on the RPG's wild inaccuracy and the NH-90's maneuverability to avoid destruction.

"Gunner, for Christ's sake, clear that bridge," the pilot said, lining the helicopter's door-mounted MG167 (http://www.forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13812386&postcount=552) machine gun in the direction of the bridge.

"Roger wilco," the gunner replied. "Firing on the bridge." A stream of tracer rounds poured out of the machine gun, riddling the bridge with holes, and hopefully removing the threat of RPG's altogether.

12:21 PM, Main Deck
Off the Coast of Africa

The special forces (KSK) soldiers cleared the main deck with ruthless efficiency, sustaining minor casualties from retreating hostiles who appeared to be entering the bulkhead doors leading into the belly of the ship. Sergeant Amsel rallied the men around him, readying the next phase of the operation.

"Men, you all know what to do--form into breaching teams of four and secure the underbelly of the vessel. Private Meyers--" A man in combat garb shifted his way through the mass of people, saluting before he halted in front of the Sergeant. "Private Meyers here will breach the first bulkhead. Fan out from there; torches only. No explosives below-deck."

Meyers removed a block of C4 from his pack, setting it on down gingerly on the door and holding the detonator in his fingers tightly. "Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!" he bellowed as the other men moved away, covering their heads with their arms. An explosion rocked the superstructure of the ship, crumpling the huge bulkhead door and blowing it several feet inward.

The corridors were dark under the ship, and the men flipped the switches on their night vision goggles sets, illuminating the dimly-lit metal hallways. With a fluid motion the first KSK soldiers entered the breached door, proceeding into the heart of the ship.

(ATTN Unkerlantum heres your post)

Pictures of the philip wagner
http://www.intship.com/Images/GreenLake.jpg )



Somewhere off the coast of Dijibouti[100's of miles away from the santa anna]

"HEY FREDERICK?!?! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!! WE GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE QUARTERS ITS CAPTAINS ORDERS," yelled Wilhelm trying to be heard over the roaring wind. A storm was in and it was pretty bad. A torrent of water splashed on the deck of the Stanley Cargo Ship The Philip Wagner. As the water got caught in the grooves on the side of the deck Wilhelm saw a flood of red go down with it. He immediately assumed someone had gotten their head battered when the water pushed them into the deck.

As Wilhelm turned the corner he threw up as he saw the skinned body of his friend hanging upside down from the main pole. Two Siren Guards immediately caught the man and battered his head and cracked it open on the side of the deck. Wilhelm like Frederick didn't have a chance. There would be no mercy or survivors since the team that made up the boarding operation were siren guard and veteran ralkovians.

The cargo in this ship was worth an estimated 950 million. Over 8000 luxury Automac cars were on the ship. The ship would be ransomed off in the end along with the cars and the pirates knew that. Slowly they walked through the back of the deck killing the crew precisely and silently. They couldn't afford anyone to know what was happening.

Captain Schultz told his men to be careful for any rocks, they were hugging the coast to avoid the new pressure powering the storm below deck cars creaked in their straps, the ship rocked from side to side as it tried to cut through waves. Captain Schultz was a veteran in shipping having been at the head of ship for almost 30 years he had faced countless storms before in other cargo ships but this time he couldn't just go out into the middle, he had cars worth more than he made in a single year. Any damage would come out of his pay check. He smiled,"Pay check," he said aloud as several of the men turned to face him with befuzzled looks. "Sorry, just thinking aloud," he said answering the confused looks the men had. They all thought that Schultz was a bit eccentric or just plain loony after almost 40 years at sea. And who wouldn't think he was wrong in the brain after he told the crew that he had never been on land in the past 20 years, the crew knew that to be true since some of the older of the crew vouched that they had never seen him off the deck.

"Err...Philip Wagner this is the Black Limey be alert, pirates have been spotted in the area, I repeat Philip Wagner be alert, pirates spotted in area. We almost got boarded just half an hour ago, scared 'em off with our fire and chemical hoses," the radio crackled as the ship The Black Limey, a chemical tanker began to tell its information. They had narrowly avoided being boarded when 6 speed boats had tried to dock on the ships side. The band of pirate(who didn't have any death guard to lead them), almost 60 of them, had been scared off when the Black Limey had used their almost 20 pressure hoses and chemical sprays to beat the pirates off.

Finally the pirates sped away whimpering like whipped dogs and covered in anti-fire foam and the pirates would be out of business for awhile as the foam hardened and would only be able to get back to their business once it cracked. The Black Limey could even claim a kill if they wanted to.

One of the pirates had been so stupid as to still try to board and had successfully gotten on when they let a fire hose onto the man causing him to break his neck on the guard rails.

"Black Limey thanks for the warning but I highly doubt any pirate would be stupid enough to try to take on an Unkerlantum ship with such a high deck especially in a storm like this," captain Schultz laughed.

The captain of the Black Limey could only shake his head at the other man's stupidity. It wasn't smart to think that just because you had a high deck or were in a storm you would be safe from pirates.

"Okay Philip Wagner, just be careful," the captain of the Black Limey said before putting the radio back in the holster and cutting the connection to listen to some cheerful holiday music.

If the captain of the Black Limey had just stayed on a little bit longer he might have heard the screams of the Philip Wagner as the death guard destroyed all humanity on the bridge.

20 seconds before hand on the Philip Wagner

There was a loud knock on the bulkhead that lead out to the deck. Captain Schultz laughed,"Probably one of the stupid young deckhands who got locked out." The rest of the crew on the bridge all older men and women laughed or scowled remembering either doing the same prank or being victim to it. It was something the older deckhands did to the new ones and it sort of was a tradition in the minds of many of the 160 crew members of the Philip Wagner.

Schultz began to unlock the massive bulkhead and finally after about 7 seconds of strenuous turning the bulkhead was unlocked. All that was left was to turn the knob unlocking the door from the outside. Schultz was thrown against the other side of the hall as one of the Sirens kicked open the door breaking its hinges. The siren guard grabbed Schultzs throat while the other stepped out and faced the bridge, the crew in it almost paralyzed had no time to react.

The Siren facing them pressed a button on his throat releasing an almost inhuman high-pitched, ear-splitting, bloodcurling scream. It sounded as if someone was scratching a blackboard and put a megaphone to it except so much louder. The crew of the ship was then easy to kill as they held their hands to their ears. They were also screaming themselves as it felt like their entire universe was being torn apart.

The Siren Guard pushed schultz against a wall,"WOERT ROW!!!! REWO RETOW WOET ROEW REW WOERT ROW!!! ROW!!!" The Siren Guard said in a guttural tone that would put the german language to shame.

The Siren Guard lifted a small but water-tight lid on his wrist and pressed a few button. This changed his language to something that could be understood, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME. SPEAK NOW HUMAN THIS IS AN ORDER SLIME," the Siren Guard said growling.

Schultz talked hoarsely as the Siren Guard was strangling him and not realizing it. Finally the Guard realized that he was putting to much pressure and loosened his grip,"Hans Georg Schultz. Captain of the Philip Wagner We are transporting luxury cars to South East Asia."

The Siren Guard looked at a bar on his wrist that was barely a quarter full."Say something else-" his translator broke down midway through translating from the sea spray coming in through the open door. The gear inside was usually protected from the water which Siren Guard were always in however they were using any gear they could find which was often hand me downs or already broken-"ROW!!! ROW!!! ROW!!!" was all the Siren Guard could say now.

Schultz who had shitted and wetted himself before(a side effect of siren scream is some muscle loss...along with immense fear) immediately began to laugh,"ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT GENTLY DOWN THE STREAM MERRILY MERRILY...WELL YOUR AN UGLY MOTHERFUCKER...NOW WHERE WAS I...MERRILY LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE FOR ANYONE WHO GETS A GOOD LOOK AT YOUR UGLY ASS." Schultz who had been drinking a little to much was now getting the full effects as his heart beating at paces that would put give an engines RPM a good race was now spreading the liquor through out his body and he was now beginning to find how funny life was. "ENCORE? YOU WANT AN ENCORE? OKAY OKAY JUST FOR YOU GUYS. FOR MY NEXT ACT I'M GOING TO SING HARK THE HERALD ANGEL SINGS.
HARK THE HERALD ANGEL SINGS
HOW DAMN UGLY YOUR ASS IS
PEACE ON EARTH AND MERCY YOUR FACE IS UGLY
UGLY AND PRETTY CAN RECONCILE BUT YOUR FACE IS IN ANOTHER CATEGORY."

The Siren Guard looked a bit confused, normally they would hear the humans beg for mercy or grovel. This one was different and one of the death guard had to raise an eyebrow. Something that the usually stone faced creatures wouldn't do. The Siren Guard looked at his equipment bar, it showed it was half way done processing. The other Siren Guard stepped in and pressed his translator button before saying,"SPEAK AGAIN HUMAN."


"OKAY OKAY. YOU LOVE MY WORK? FINE FINE ONE LAST SONG JUST FOR YOU. Its my version of holy night," Schultz said beginning to calm down.

"Oh holy crap
DID YOUR MOTHER GIVE YOU THE CLAP?
OR-HERK," he said looking down. The Siren Guard had broken the man's entire neck and threw his crumpled body against the wall. The Siren Guard then pressed a button on his own throat as his gear began to mimic the sound waves that had come from the captain a few minutes ago.

"I AM CAPTAIN HANS GEORG SCHULTZ OF THE PHILIP WAGNER TRANSPORTING CARS TO SOUTH EAST ASIA. I AM CAPTAIN Schultz. I'm Hans Georg Schultz captain of the Philip Wagner I am trainpoting cars...transporting cars to South Feast..south east aja...asia.

I am Hans Georg Schultz captain of the Philip Wagner. We are transporting cars to south east asia. We are oyay...okay...repairing a fuel leak. We have stopped.

I am Hans Georg Schultz. Captain of the Philip Wagner. We are transporting cars to south east asia. We have stopped to repair a fuel leak we are absolutely fine. We are going to Yemen for a check over. Thank you very much," the death guard finished his pre-recorded response before telling the rest of the sirens and pirates to head below deck and capture the rest of the crew. It would be useful if anyone asked them what was going on.

The operation was so far an absolute success no one had even known the Philip Wagner had been taken except the crew on board who was now hiding any where they could. Some in the trunks of the very luxury cars they were transporting.

One of the crew, a Klaus Fischer tried to call the authorities but he could get no signal under the deck and in the cargo hold. If he wanted to alert the authorities he would have to risk his life to get on the deck.

(TO BE CONTINUED BUM!!! BUM!!! BUM!!!)

12:21 PM, NH-90 Helicopter
Off the Coast of Africa

"Holy shit--pilot break right, break right!" The lead NH-90 tilted its rear rotor upwards, narrowly avoiding a shaped charge fired from one of the RPG-7's on the bridge. The remaining helicopters did the same, relying on the RPG's wild inaccuracy and the NH-90's maneuverability to avoid destruction.

"Gunner, for Christ's sake, clear that bridge," the pilot said, lining the helicopter's door-mounted MG167 (http://www.forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13812386&postcount=552) machine gun in the direction of the bridge.

"Roger wilco," the gunner replied. "Firing on the bridge." A stream of tracer rounds poured out of the machine gun, riddling the bridge with holes, and hopefully removing the threat of RPG's altogether.

12:21 PM, Main Deck
Off the Coast of Africa

The special forces (KSK) soldiers cleared the main deck with ruthless efficiency, sustaining minor casualties from retreating hostiles who appeared to be entering the bulkhead doors leading into the belly of the ship. Sergeant Amsel rallied the men around him, readying the next phase of the operation.

"Men, you all know what to do--form into breaching teams of four and secure the underbelly of the vessel. Private Meyers--" A man in combat garb shifted his way through the mass of people, saluting before he halted in front of the Sergeant. "Private Meyers here will breach the first bulkhead. Fan out from there; torches only. No explosives below-deck."

Meyers removed a block of C4 from his pack, setting it on down gingerly on the door and holding the detonator in his fingers tightly. "Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!" he bellowed as the other men moved away, covering their heads with their arms. An explosion rocked the superstructure of the ship, crumpling the huge bulkhead door and blowing it several feet inward.

The corridors were dark under the ship, and the men flipped the switches on their night vision goggles sets, illuminating the dimly-lit metal hallways. With a fluid motion the first KSK soldiers entered the breached door, proceeding into the heart of the ship.


As the men progressed into the ship they would find a few dead bodies, but of pirates. On one occasion a pirate was cut down by assault gun fire. Some of the marines shouted after the pirates and shot at them. 1st Lt. Donna had heard the explosions and believed that the pirates were trying to destroy the ship. She shot at one of the Leistungi and seeing him fall even[not fatal wound to the knee cap] in the dark she shouted at them,"YOU WANTED TO STEAL AMMO, WELL I'LL GIVE YOU SOME FOR FREE COURTESY OF THE RALKOVIAN MARINES."

Her call was answered by the shout of OORAH as they opened fire on several pirates who were trying to open one of the maintenance hatches. Blood splatted as they hit two of the four in the jugular or in the leg. One of the pirates fired back illuminating himself in the dark while the other one locked the door behind him leaving that pirate out all alone. "FUCK MAN LET ME IN, PLEASE COME ON," he pleaded to the man who was already down the ladder and at a different level.

The pirate turned and ran away, Corporal James Haddaway shot him in the back of the deck instantly killing him and sending his body crumpling against a wall. Several more pirates tried to get away and met with the same fate by either the Leistungi or the Ralkovian Marines.

Donna turned her head to where she had shot the leistungi,"YOU STILL ALIVE THEIR SCUM. FRIENDLY FIRE AIN'T FRIENDLY," she said trying to sound brave in an attempt to raise morale of her men.

(GLORIFIED BUMP)

"Hello Deborah Jordan with RNN," said a woman in a helicopter below was a large ship, the Santa Anna. "I'm here with the Leistungi special forces as they fight pirates off the coast of southern Somalia. The ship below me is a Traveler-class Cargo ship, one of the largest class cargo ships in the world, known as The Santa Anna she was taken earlier today by pirates.

These pirates were heavily armed and easily overwhelmed the crew, now as you can see they have now switched places as these pirates face even heavier armed military units. You can see that the battle is raging and RPGs are being used to try and take out those helicopters but the battle is hopeless for those ruthless killers as the Leistungi military fights against them.

The cargo ship is apparently carrying battle tanks and mining equipment. What pirates would do with battle tanks and mining equipment well we may never know. However we will keep you up to date on this developing story."

OOC: Per Ralkovia's permission

Naval Patrol Fleet - Off the Coast of West Africa

Vice Admiral Roger Stand stood on the bridge of the AEAC (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#341) Jahrih as it led a fleet of four ships on the last leg of a four month patrol in the Atlantic. By far the last concern of any commanding officer in the Grand Navy was Pirates, this entrance merely a course change to quickly get to the Indian Ocean where a Naval Base was located off an allied nation. Supplies were not restricted, nor was ammunition for the weapons systems and aircraft, so any hostile action would merely be met by an aggressive counter-attack. Roger understood that his orders for the course change was merely to observe and not get involved, unless of course any of his ships were directly in the line of enemy or pirate fire activity.

The bridge of his Eagle-class Aviation Cruiser was spacious, having many modifications of Anagonian technological capability installed. Various stations with unnamed crewmen monitored the electronics and naval radar of the ship, while two other stations kept track of aircraft activity. Currently standing near the forward viewports of the bridge, he had a good view of the fleet as a whole. Beside the Jahrih was a DAUNTLESS-Class Battlecruiser (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#329) for heavy ship engagement if it should come to pass. To the opposite side of the Battlecruiser sailed an DDG-51 ARLEIGH BURKE-class guided missile AEGIS destroyer. To the left of the Jahrih, opposite of the two ships aforementioned, was one WARHAMMER-Class Frigate (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#333) to finish off fleet protection. Underneath the fleet, and providing lone submarine defense, was a Project 971 Shuka-B Akula Class Attack Submarine updated to Anagonian standards.

Roger gazed towards the sky, noting that a Harrier was coming in for a landing. Aircraft provided recon and aerial protection against airborne threats to the fleet. He wasn't expecting anything serious from this detour, and hoped that his course would be uneventful.

(ATTN Unkerlantum heres the rest of your post)




Pictures of the philip wagner
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One of the crew, a Klaus Fischer tried to call the authorities but he could get no signal under the deck and in the cargo hold. If he wanted to alert the authorities he would have to risk his life to get on the deck.

(TO BE CONTINUED BUM!!! BUM!!! BUM!!!)




Klaus slowly got up and made his way to the side of a car as a pirate walked by. Klaus held his breath as the man stopped and turned to face his direction the man looked around lifting his rifle at Klaus who for sure thought he had been caught.

The man merely nodded and turned the other direction and kept walking searching for the hiding crew. Klaus narrowly made it to the door and closed it behind him. He was in A level, looking at his Satellite phone it showed nothing. He would have to make it up to the deck and call then.

He slowly made his way up the stair case and got to the crew quarters, he heard one the women in the crew screaming for mercy. He knew the womans voice, it was Sophia the communication operator, she was a beauty, brunette with a very slender body. He looked down the corridor and saw a pirate having his way with the beautiful woman. He had to decide which was more important. He chose the cell phone call.

reserved for later IC post.

The ACS Divine.

It was a cool night in the Arabian Sea, far better than the last week's weather which the crew of the Divine were used to. The last week has seen desert sun practically dropping some crewmembers dead. They clearly weren't used to desert conditions, and with just reason, as they were from Asnland, a land where the majority of the weather was rain.

Jane Muchamore was Captain of this particular voyage. She was from the small, mining town of Kethton, where the Great Mine Collapse had occurred, her father killed in it. Along with the local Kethton economy.

She was in the Captain's Quarters, writing a letter which she would hand to General Alexander Langdon, as soon as they arrived in the Deity Islands, a territory of Asnland, south of South Africa. This was the second cargo voyage of the Divine she had commandeered, and she also found the heat unbearable. Like the rest of the crew.

"Well, I should get outside," she thought. It's probably a beautiful night out there."

She finished the letter with her signature, making the passage up to the deck of the ship, breathing in the fresh air of the Arabian Sea. She loved the sea, always had. You could escape from everything here, your only concern was getting the thing to its destination.

"Captain!" shouted one of the younger crewmen, resulting in Muchamore falling straight onto her stomach. Several bullets, probably from an AK-47 rifle, flew over her, and she knew that if she had been standing up, she wouldn't be thinking that very thought.

"Pirates."

Her Majesty's Government had learnt the hard way about the piracy problems in the Arabian Sea and the nearby oceans. It was yet another crisis which added onto the massive cesspool of problems facing the African continent today. Thus, the Government had ordered that all Captains of any Asnlander sailing through that particular area should be equipped with a Berretta M9 Pistol, something which had been welcomed by Muchamore.

After noticing that yes, she had equipped her gun, she thanked God and pulled it into her hand. A pirate, armed with an AK-47, came up to her, but before he could aim, Muchamore had fired a round of bullets at his head and upper chest.

The ACS Divine was now the center of the attack of over 150 pirates of the Buchanan Pirates. The men had boarded the ship amidst the dark night and were now firing at the men and women. However the sound of AKs was underscored by the death guard weapons. Two Siren Guard opened fire on the crew in the bridge, of them firing a grenade launcher from their wrist into the bridge.

Corporal Grenald stood up and fired a few rounds at one of the crew mates of the divine only to have 2 bullets hit him through he eyes. He collapsed dead before he even hit the ground. Private Houston wasn't so lucky he had forced himself on top of one the woman crew mates and was greeted by a knife through his spinal cord paralyzing him while the woman took her time skinning his very face. He was screaming the entire time but could do nothing.

A Siren Guard walked to the front of the opposition and pressed a button on his throat releasing the Siren Scream. It would cause temporary(Up to an hour long) deafness, nausea, and it was known to cause paralysis.(You can rp that if you want)

The siren guard preceeded to open fire on several members of the crew before ducking down behind a crate.




[What sort of cargo you transporting?]

(Glorified bump)

"This is Diane Willis and your watching RNN. Today the ralkovian government has announced that it will be sending 10 manticore cruisers, 5 Arleigh-Burkley destroyers, and 2 helicopter carriers to west africa to help deal with the pirating issue. On board the 2 helicopter carriers are over 1000 marines and special forces that will deal with the ships that have been taken over by pirates.

The ralkovian government also announced that it is offering a $10,000 reward for each pirate catched. Several hundred of these so called pirate hunters have already headed to the region and are working with or independently from companies in protecting cargo.

Over 4000 deaths and over $800 million dollars have been lost in the attacks on eastern africa."

OOC: reserved for IC post

(bump for goodness sake)

( Bump. Won't someone be so kind and rp)

Robert Polshek, captain of the Berge Nord (http://www.mascotchristianfellowship.com/missions/images/scfs/BulkCarrierBergeNord.jpg) sat at the bridge, staring out at the dark water. There were no clouds tonight, nothing to obscure the bright reflection of the moon upon the ocean. The light was almost like a path, a staircase up into the heavens. Polshek longed to walk that path, longed for anything to break the monotony of his life. After 30 years of captaining the same massive cargo ships across the same bodies of water, he was finished. This would be his last voyage, he knew that at least. After he had returned the Berge Nord to her birth in the Kaara harbor, he would retire, to lead a life of relative comfort among the quiet hills of his hometown.

Jolting back from the near sleep that he had been falling into, Ploshek sat up. His eyes scanned the arrays of screens before him. He had to do this every hour, and had been for the past 3 days. Though the ship could pilot itself, it took human oversight to maintain the strict temperature variant required in the cargo hold, especially in this tropical environment. Not that anyone could tell from the outside, but the ship was carrying nearly 200 kilotonnes of high explosive, destined for the massive strip mines in the Kereptecean Colona Orsatk. The colloidal suspensions in which the explosive grains were kept for transport were only viable at a specific temperature. At the temperature, the colloid was at a specific density that kept the grains evenly dispersed, at such a distance that an ignition of one grain could not spread to the others. It was a perfect system, maintaining that the cargo hold was kept at the right temperature.

The ship continued on, plying it's way out of the Red Sea, past the Gulf of Aden, and beginning it's passage around the Horn of Africa. These were dangerous waters by any account, but the ship had a full compliment of armed guards, willing to risk their lives for the magnificent pay they would relieve when the ship had completed it's round trip. At this time of night however, only 10 or so of the guards were awake, prowling over the deck in the moonlight. The rest, along with most of the crew, were sleeping in their quarters below the bridge.

OOC: For this attack Ralk, could you just have someone fire an RPG into the hull, and leave it at that? I can pick it up from there.

Philis Openheimer, captain of the 20 pirates and Jordan Lewis captain of another 30 pirates headed towards the Berge Nord they had been observing it for a few hours and now they had gathered up the men and were ready to take it.

The 5 speed boats roared as they sped towards the large cargo ship. Jamuel Loana took aim at the bridge with an RPG and fired it but as the speed boat was unstable the rpg smashed into the hull.

John Maldelb was standing on the starboard side of the massive bulk carrier, gazing out at the coast of the Arabian Peninsula that was just barely visible in the distance, out on the horizon. The moon glinted over the water, nearly as bright as the sun at this time of night. He was one of the guards that had been contracted by the Vatlangin Mining Consortium to guard the precious explosive cargo against any possible threat. Though he had long ago traded in his white camouflage of the Kereptecean National Guard for the black Kevlar vests of National Protection Contractors, the paramilitary company that he was now employed by, his military training still burned bright in the forefront of his mind. These were dangerous waters, filled with pirates and, if some of the crew were to be believed, worse things.

Out over the dark water, a strange sound floated. A light humming, reminiscent of a dragonfly, entered his ears, eliciting the slight response that was common from someone who had other things to worry about. As the sound grew louder however, he turned, taking notice of the dark shaped moving toward the boat. Quickly, Maldelb reached for his radio, shakily pressing the button.

"Orvalk? Maldelb here. I think we've got company. Speed boats, off the starboard bow." Spoke Maldelb into the radio.

"Confirmed." Replied Orvalk, the ranking officer on watch.

Second later, Maldelb heard the loud screech of the sirens pierce the night, alerting all the members of the security contingent that some threat was at hand. It was all too late however. As Maldelb turned his head, looking back at the boats heading toward him, he saw a bright shower of flames emerge from the lead boat, illuminating the occupants for a moment.

The RPG hurtled over the water, heading toward the red hull of the massive ship. Though it took a very short amount of time for it to reach it's target, for everyone who knew what the ship held, it took a lifetime. When the rocket hit it's target, all was quiet for a moment. Then the first explosion. It pierced the hull, compressing the colloid inside. The massive expenditure of heat ignited thousands of the grains, all exploding simultaneously. Though at normal temperature and density this would have not done anything, after the compressing effects of the RPG hit, the worst happened.

The explosion jumped from grain to grain faster and faster, the reaction gaining speed as each tiny explosion ignited a hundred more. After an instant, and the detonation of millions of the tiny grains, the reaction reached a critical point. The entire ship exploded with an intensity that rivaled a small nuclear device. Light and flame poured out over the water, incinerating anything even remotely close to the ship. The sound created could be heard hundreds of miles away, as a low rumble that startled humans and animals alike out of their sleep. For hours after the explosion, the pillar of smoke continued to rise. Nothing remained of the Berge Nord on the surface. On the ocean floor, bits of the ship littered the sand.

All was quiet and the only survivors of the entire incident were two pirates, one of whom was unconscious, the other one was impaled on an rpg launched and soon died. The unconscious one laid there for hours, her name was Carmen Pender. She was 26 and she was lucky to be alive. She had been in the very last boat almost 6 kilometers away. One of the first waves flipped her boat, she who was always a safety freak had been strapped in. The boat was launched at an incredible speed and smashed into a rock face shielding her from the explosion the boat then fell almost 50 ft and landed upside down on the shore.

Cargo Carrier World Strider, 0330 Hours, 52km off the african coast...

The trip home was looking dull-and Captain Jonah McCall liked boring. Rumours on the wireless about ships being hit along the coast were a source of some concern.

What was of greater concern, was the risk (in his mind, understand) that someone on the crew might get interested in the large package they'd taken on from the tender SKS Provider-the men knew it was something valuable from the World Serpent battlegroup. "valuable, or dangerous..." he muttered, watching the radar for traffic. The follow-on stop at Lynion to pick up the rest of the cargo was almost an afterthought.

Jonah knew what it was-it was not all that valuable, really-unless one is building a power-station, anyway. But dangerous? Oh Gods yes. He fingered a token of Umberlee and hoped the goddess of storms wasn't interested in company tonight-or if she were, that she would choose another ship.

Pirates in these waters, maybe I should have the watches arm up...

He dismissed the thought with a gesture. No...gunfire, especially in the cargo sections? Madness.

He lit his pipe, the Tobacco was technically contraband, an untaxed import, but very addictive, and it helped him to remain relaxed and alert.

I should have pulled out further from the coast, but we're going to have to take the Suez... He looked at the fuel meter, and that's a damn fact. it would have been nice to convert the freighters to nuclear, if only so many ports didn't ban nuclear powered cargo ships...

My ship, My rules, My word is law here...just have to remember to use it up or throw it out before we reach Port Grava.

The deck watches weren't slack, but the blacked out boats that slid near-silently in behind the Sudovan ship were crewed by trained professionals in the art of approaching a fat target unseen and undetected.

McCall's first warning, therefore, was when a fire-alarm in the crew quarters sounded, and the hatch to the bridge slammed open.

The men that came through were in black, like a Sturm-team, and armed with suppressed weapons.

A thousand years ago, Sudova had been the last hold-out against the Christian Tide in Europe, clinging to their gods and their ways, rejecting the monotheistic trend. In those days, Sudova was a people of ships, and they were a terror on the Christian and the Muslim alike with their raiding.

McCall's blood boiled with ancient rage. His vision dimmed, when the foreigner barked an order, he did not hear it. Instead, he leapt, grabbed a fire-axe, and attacked in the full fury of his ancestors.

Berserk


He therefore was spared the pain as they cut him in half with automatic weapons...

Cargo Carrier World Strider, 0330 Hours, 52km off the african coast...

The trip home was looking dull-and Captain Jonah McCall liked boring. Rumours on the wireless about ships being hit along the coast were a source of some concern.

What was of greater concern, was the risk (in his mind, understand) that someone on the crew might get interested in the large package they'd taken on from the tender SKS Provider-the men knew it was something valuable from the World Serpent battlegroup. "valuable, or dangerous..." he muttered, watching the radar for traffic. The follow-on stop at Lynion to pick up the rest of the cargo was almost an afterthought.

Jonah knew what it was-it was not all that valuable, really-unless one is building a power-station, anyway. But dangerous? Oh Gods yes. He fingered a token of Umberlee and hoped the goddess of storms wasn't interested in company tonight-or if she were, that she would choose another ship.

Pirates in these waters, maybe I should have the watches arm up...

He dismissed the thought with a gesture. No...gunfire, especially in the cargo sections? Madness.

He lit his pipe, the Tobacco was technically contraband, an untaxed import, but very addictive, and it helped him to remain relaxed and alert.

I should have pulled out further from the coast, but we're going to have to take the Suez... He looked at the fuel meter, and that's a damn fact. it would have been nice to convert the freighters to nuclear, if only so many ports didn't ban nuclear powered cargo ships...

My ship, My rules, My word is law here...just have to remember to use it up or throw it out before we reach Port Grava.

The deck watches weren't slack, but the blacked out boats that slid near-silently in behind the Sudovan ship were crewed by trained professionals in the art of approaching a fat target unseen and undetected.

McCall's first warning, therefore, was when a fire-alarm in the crew quarters sounded, and the hatch to the bridge slammed open.

The men that came through were in black, like a Sturm-team, and armed with suppressed weapons.

A thousand years ago, Sudova had been the last hold-out against the Christian Tide in Europe, clinging to their gods and their ways, rejecting the monotheistic trend. In those days, Sudova was a people of ships, and they were a terror on the Christian and the Muslim alike with their raiding.

McCall's blood boiled with ancient rage. His vision dimmed, when the foreigner barked an order, he did not hear it. Instead, he leapt, grabbed a fire-axe, and attacked in the full fury of his ancestors.

Berserk


He therefore was spared the pain as they cut him in half with automatic weapons...





Over 250 pirates had been attacking the ship. They armed with heavy weaponry cut at the enemy crew. Several pirates had fragmentation grenades and used them on the enemies. A few had grenade launched attachments and blew the bridge to bits as a vast majority headed below deck to search out and find valuables.

The pirates were quick to kill anything from the crew quarters. One of the pirates even took a watch right off a mans hand before beheading him. About 10 pirates were cut down from the crews wrath but all in all it was a quick trip down.

"So, Josea you here that this is supposed to be some precious metals or something what do you think it will be?"

"Gold or platinum, either way I just want to get my hands on it," said the other pirate as he took a crow bar and began to pry at the container.

(bump)

Cargo Carrier World Strider, 0345 AM...

The "Precious metals" were in an armoured container-not much different, on the outside, from the standard cargo-box containers loaded onto thousands of container ships worldwide every hour of every day.

The Two crew here had fought like demons. Not that it mattered in the end, but the unreasoning fury told the boarders that This was the container-the haul, the 'big prize'...

Finding the lock-pins welded, along with the door-seals, did not deter these men and women who'd come-it wouldn't. They had explosives to open such a box, and the knowledge to use them without damaging the contents-if needed.

Precious metals are still precious even in half-melted states.

Detonators were set-to force the box to open, because even though gold or platinum is precious no matter WHAT shape it's in, the expected ingots would be easier to haul away relatively intact.

A few curious, or greedy, members of the Pirate crew watched from close proximity as the riggers blew the doors.

The doors fell outward, pushed by overpressure-whatever it was, someone thought it needed to be stored in a pressurized bath of helium.

Oxygen and particle-rich air rushed in, and reacted with what was inside-a bluish 'spark' and dusty smoke rolled out...and the Pirates could see what they'd come to take.

It wasn't what they expected.

It looked mostly like bound-together plumbing, with solid ends. a few of the men closest began to gag-poisoned by radiation from fifty tonnes of reprocessed plutonium. Plutonium too pure to continue use in a ship's reactor, so it was being sent home to be diluted and used as 'core stock' for new reactors.

Only a dozen or so Pirates were close enough to get the full impact when the metal rods oxidized and released radioactive isotopes in lethal concentrations into the hold. Perhaps another dozen were in compartments that shared the air-conditioning, and were also dosed.

One Pirate, a former Death Guard who'd kept 'up' on his procedures, still had a dosimeter in his possession. The sudden, dangerous rise in radioactivity warned him. The ship was rapidly becoming 'hot', dangerous... an unguided lethal radioactive death-trap.

(Death guard armor have geiger counters built in and can stand most radiation. Gamma not included or at least not entirely they wear something like a flak jacket with lead.)

"WORT WORT," he said directing the rest of the pirates to their ships as the plutonium got higher. One of the pirates came back pointing to the last boat. The death guard pushed the woman down before heading below deck with two other death guard. They came from behind the crate and shuffled around it to the doors and slowly closed what was left before moving another crate to block the hole.

Donna turned her head to where she had shot the leistungi,"YOU STILL ALIVE THEIR SCUM. FRIENDLY FIRE AIN'T FRIENDLY," she said trying to sound brave in an attempt to raise morale of her men.

12:25 PM, Below Deck
Off the Coast of Africa

The lead KSK trooper lowered his carbine and shook the woman's hand, while two others picked up the wounded soldier and carried him back out of the underbelly of the ship. The lights were still out, but flashlights from both the Ralkovian marines and the few special forces troopers who had not been issued night-vision goggles were sufficient to light the way back to the top deck.

"Sergeant Amsel of the Leistungi Special Forces," he introduced himself as, glancing around at the woman's motley assortment of uniformed followers, most of whom were nursing wounds or limping. "Any idea what happened here, ma'am?"

The majority of the Leistungi soldiers had begun heading for the main deck for exfil, and Amsel and the woman walked up the stairwell leading back up while they spoke.


OOC: By the way, when you mention a Leistungi soldier, you can't just call him a "Leistungi." It would be proper to refer to him as a "Leistungi trooper," "Leistungi citizen," etc., so that the adjective "Leistungi" is followed by something that it's describing.

(Well they didn't actually know that you were on their side. They were shooting at you. Hence why she said scum and cursed you out basically. She thought you were pirates. But I'll roll with it)

"1st Lt. Donna Beckenstein of 92nd Naval Enforcer(Enforcer is what a platoon is called in the naval marines) Of the Ralkovian Marines. We were hit bad by pirates they out numbered us and then they had these pirates that just murdered all-"

"Ma'am they weren't pirates," one of the marines interrupted. It was Private Dunhem, he had a video camera,"They were de-GRENADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In a second the young man and his video camera and the marines behind him were turned into bloody ribbons as two grenades were thrown from a group of pirates. These Seven or eight men were veterans of over 4 wars and had the training to take positions before firing at the soldiers.

A few had some cheap night vision equipment* on but it still gave them an advantage over the ralkovian marines and maybe even put them near the same level with the the leistungi.

(*I'm thinking more like that cyclops night vision thing they have on tv all the time. Nothing real expensive. However these men will have some better weapons cause they are veterans plus they sort of took it from the assault rifles being moved in the ship)

The men were firing with XM8s and Sterlyrs(another name for UMP45 in ralkovia) The bullets were made of tungsten for the ability to pierce through tough armor. The Leistungian troopers were lucky that the men had come from behind the ralkovian marines rather than from the side or anywhere because they would have been cut to ribbons. Donna and the 4 survivors took cover on the ground or behind the corridor.

The pirates were better armed then their counterparts and they were better trained then any of the pirates they had come across so far. Some wore kevlar which had blood sprayed on it. It showed that the pirates had enough smarts to take the body armor off of the fallen ralkovian marines guarding the ship rather than just mindlessly pillage.

"GIVE UP NOW AND NO ONE ELSE WILL HAVE TO DIE," yelled one from the safety of a bulk head cover. Two of them were getting ready to flank the group taking cover and had UMPs ready to fire.

These pirates were definitely smarter than the rest.

(I know these pirates are a little better armed then the rest but this is to a challenge don't worry however you can kill them easily. Also Sumguy is going to find out and alert you guys to the fact that the death guard are being used by the pirates.)

12:26 PM, Main Deck
Off the Coast of Africa

"Contact front, contact front!" Sergeant Amsel bellowed, diving forward into cover behind an overturned shipping container. Bullets whizzed past him, thudding as they impacted against the cold steel of the ship's superstructure. He twisted his helmet's radio mouthpiece until it rested in front of his lips and began giving orders rapidly.

"Bremen, Meyer, Freiden, flank left around the containers and hit their rear," he said, motioning towards three heavily-armed special forces troopers who immediately set off towards the source of the gunfire, using the containers as hard cover. The Sergeant switched his frequency over to the channel reserved for helicopter communications. "Engel-1, Engel-1, this is Amsel, do you copy?"

"Copy that, Amsel, this is Engel-1," the pilot of the lead NH-90 helicopter responded. All three helicopters were hovering some distance away, seemingly oblivious to the action still going on on the main deck.

"Engel-1, Engel-1, this is Amsel requesting immediate fire support. Hostiles dug in due north of our position, approximately one hundred meters away."

"Ah, copy that Amsel, moving in to provide covering fire," the pilot responded. If he was surprised, he certainly didn't show it, and the NH-90 cruised to the site of the fire with due haste. The pilot turned the body of the chopper to face the line of hostiles, which the three special forces men had not yet reached, and the gunner let loose with the minigun, tearing up metal and flesh. Those who were not killed dove for cover, and the three flanking troopers bolted forward, tossing three flash-bang grenades behind the bulwark where the pirates were hiding.

Amidst screams of agony from the pirates, who had already been blinded once before that night by the ILLUM naval round, the three men slipped in, keeping to the shadows with their carbines at the ready.

OOC: I feel weird about claiming the pirate's casualties, as I don't know exactly what you had planned for them. I'll let you decide if the remaining pirates are just mauled by my three men.

(Yeah pretty much. Nothing special just tried to add to the drama.)

IN CARGO HOLD

The pirates all in the crew quarters and on the main deck were killed. The men directly across from the troopers with the ralkovian marines ducked into the maintenance shafts and made a mad dash to the cargo hold. With only 5 entrance, 7 including the 2 maintenance shafts, the 20 pirates below got ready.

Each entrance was being watched by the pirates. Some were contructing a barricade with crates and empty ammo drums. One had even used a forklift on the boat to make a snipers den. The pirates were well fortified and the military supplies on the boat were being used to help them. Twelve of the Twenty pirates had even found gas masks or thermal equipment.

The pirates were not going to give up and with 28 hostages below they had plenty of human meat shields to pass around.

(Death guard armor have geiger counters built in and can stand most radiation. Gamma not included or at least not entirely they wear something like a flak jacket with lead.)

"WORT WORT," he said directing the rest of the pirates to their ships as the plutonium got higher. One of the pirates came back pointing to the last boat. The death guard pushed the woman down before heading below deck with two other death guard. They came from behind the crate and shuffled around it to the doors and slowly closed what was left before moving another crate to block the hole.

Even Pirates have Heroes.

He had to work fast-the broken internal supports had the rods dangerously close to one another, and a wave of heat and hard radiation was pouring out. If the rods touched-even in their corroded condition-the problem would be worse than a little puff of irradiated vapour.

Death Guards were never stupid, and never cowards. A twenty-tonne reactor core section going into meltdown would release a lot more than just a little puff of poison, and even his comrades' armour and vests wouldn't save them. He chose in a moment, and acted. The rods had to be kept separated.

Even the dismissed and the disgraced have honour.

He crawled in, and pushed debris between the loose rods, wedging them apart while he felt the hard radiation cooking him through his limbs.

An abandoned man still has discipline.

He waved off a comrade. "Finish sealing the hole." He gasped through his mask. "Clo...close...it...g-g-good..." His vision was dimming, and his gut clenched. He picked up a bit of loose debris, and finished his tomb with his own hands.

In the darkness, his spirit fled, certain in knowing he had done his best after all...

Who will Mourn? The manner of our ending can redefine our lives.

( You made the death guard sound awesome)

Before dying he pressed a button on his wrist, napalm like material in his armor began to burn at tremendous temperatures. The armor and the man turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes.