Intercepted!
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Co-Written by
PhonenciaNote: Out of Character
This story is written from an RP we are having, when an arms bust goes nasty. All parts written by Phonencia will have the starting section marked with a
P, and all written by myself will have an
aIntercepted
POmaha Below decksThe Agents quickly ducked lower into a side corridor, two of them were killed as the grenade went off however, leaving only Sickle and his four men.
They quickly hurled a pair of flashbangs at the Marines.
there was a bright flash, followed by another only moments apart from the thundering bangs.
The Agents quickly withdrew their Ka-Bars and charged towards the hopefully stunned marines, engaging in hand to hand combat.
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F-35CThe young pilot of the aircraft silently observed his surroundings.
Lt. Young, eased his Aircraft's throttle forward, getting closer to the Omaha.
FLIR showed explosions and fire dotting the deck.
He quickly radioed the P.S. Taylor Swift.
"Taylor Swift, this is F-35C, callsign Jaguar. The Cargo Ship's guns seem to be knocked out, permission to engage?"
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P.S. Taylor Swift"Negative Jaguar, we still have men aboard, we can't sink that boat with them still in it!"
Admiral Wallace replied.
The Comm Officer looked up, "Sir, for all we know they could be dead by now, we should sink that boat right here, right now."
Admiral Wallace shook his head, an idea came to him.
"Jaguar, take two and do a low flyover of their gun deck, if any of our men are still on deck, we'll be able to warn them to get below decks, after the flyover, strafe the deck, hit anywhere their Vulcans might be, afterwards, pull back and wait for orders."
the radio crackled as Jaguar confirmed the orders.
Wallace turned to the Nav Officer.
"I want 2 Sea Knights loaded down with Marines on that ship NOW!"
the Nav Officer nodded and quickly radioed the nearby ships and military bases etc.
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CH-46 Sea Knight Chalk, Callsign Falchion"GO GO GO!!! GET ABOARD NOW!!!"
Lt. Vasquez screamed.
"Huxley, Guzzo, take the Grenade Launchers! Griffin, you're in charge of the rear rope, Stacker, Reynolds, get the side ropes, the rest of you maggots, GET YOUR GEAR AND GET ABOARD!!!"
Vasquez turned toward a Lance Corporal who was still shrugging into his vest and helmet.
"MOVE IT MARINE!!!! ACT LIKE YOU HAVE REASON TO EXIST!!!! GO GO GO!!!! FASTER MARINE!!!! OUR MEN ARE DYING OUT THERE!!!"
the marine finally pulled on his gear and grabbed his rifle leaping aboard the CH-46, Lt. Vasquez the man's helmet on his way past.
"THERE'S JUST NO URGENCY ABOUT YOU IS THERE MAGGOT?!! OR THE REST OF YOU!!!"
he barked first at the Corporal then the other men.
"GET THIS FUCKIN' RAMP CLOSED!!!"
he shouted, climbing aboard. A marine hastily punched a button, closing the ramp.
The CH-46 Sea Knight lifted off slowly before going at full speed toward the Omaha.
"This is Falchion Chalk, we're in the air, Epee Chalk what's your status?"
Vasquez said quickly into his radio, his shortened AY-144L at his side.
"This is Epee Chalk, coming up behind you now."
Gunnery Seargent Walker replied.
The two Sea Knight grouped together as they closed in on the cargo ship.
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F-35CJaguar nosed his plane downward slightly, his two wingmen close behind him.
"guns guns guns!"
his Vulcan Cannon roared and spat shells down towards the deck....
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AThe Sub Pen, OmahaCaptain Stern watched carefully as the sub was loaded with supplies, this was the special surprise waiting for the Phonencians, the problem was that at best only 40% of the arms would be on board and most of the Omaha's crew would have to be scapegoats. His crew confirmed that there was a JSF in the air around the boat and that the VULCANs were gone, of course there was one last defense aboard for aircraft.
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The Combat ZoneRobards recovered from his shock to find that many of his marines lay dead. In fact those that survived were gone off in the direction of the sub pen. Of course, this didn't concern him, there were four very much alive Phonencians in front of him, of course he was a Praetorian, a hero of the USSA, and he was expected to fight to the very end. He ran into their midst pulling the "martyr string" which was soldier talk for a Praetorian suicide vest. The grenades went off at once.
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On the bridgeSmith sat patiently on the bridge, waiting for the orders from Stern. The VULCANs were down, the crew was evacuating and The Omaha was falling apart, as more Phonencians poured onto the deck of the proud ship. The radio opened up, >Smith, you know what to do<.
Smith pulled the final defense of the ship, a silent alarm went off to all crew still aboard the Omaha that one minute remained until the ship blew. Of course, this would not be known by the Phonencians until ten seconds remained, when the klaxons went off.
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On board ISS 101Stern sat on the familiar seat of a submarine. It had been three minutes since the sub dropped into the water, with only ten of the existing marines on board. The 101 was designed to be nearly silent, even then, it took only one mistake then a large Phonencian force would be on them. The sub sank further into the dark depths, and Stern issued an order.
"Don't start the engines or engage the active SONAR, until we're sure they're gone. We can't risk it all."__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
PThe deckThe CH-46s slammed to a halt over the deck.
"GO!!! ROPES OUT!"
Lt. Vasquez shouted.
the ropes quickly flopped out and dangled from the two side doors and the back ramp.
Vasquez grabbed hold of the rope, sliding down to the deck as the other 24 men followed him.
the other Chalk arrived seconds later and the fifty men quickly scurried about the ship to arrest or kill any of crew they ran into.
Sickle was alone now, his men were all dead, killed in the suicide bombing, but he was very much alive.
He slammed a fresh magazine into the MP-5 and proceeded to where what was left of the weapons were stored. It was unusual they had so few weapons aboard, they could've carried many more. Regardless, he needed to destroy them. He took as many photos as he could before placing all the C-4 he had on the weapons shipment, or what was left of it. He began to head back topside but crashed into a Marine, Lt. Vasquez, on his way up.
"Watch it dipshit!"
Vasquez shouted.
"Fuck off Mongrel! My entire team just got wiped out for a fuckin' cargo ship!"
Vasquez continued down and clicked his radio.
"Admiral Wallace, this is Lt. Vasquez, only one of the agents are still alive,"
Sickle mouthed his callsign. "callsign Sickle."
Vasquez reported.
His radio crackled.
"good Vasquez, get that boat swept, but first, get that 3E Agent off that boat."
Vasquez hung up his Radio and turned to Sickle.
"you heard him, chopper's this wa-"
he was cut off by the radio.
"Ell-Tee, we're about to take out the ship's Bridge, mind givin' us a hand?"
Vasquez sighed.
"on my way. c'mon Sick, let's go."
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Entrance to BridgeFive marines, Vasquez, and Sickle huddled next to the door.
"3....2...1!"
Vasquez kicked in the door and the men burst in.
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AThe Bridge of the OmahaSmith heard the Phonencians screaming to kick down the door. His captain, Stern, had a plan for that too. When the Phonencian soldiers kicked down the door, he had an AK-74 ready, to delude the Marines. The moment discernible figures appeared he blasted away on full auto, 30 seconds remaining. He smiled as a Phonencian bullet ripped into his throat, 15 seconds. He fell to the floor, 10 seconds the klaxons went off indicating to any crew to get the hell off now, 5 seconds. 4 seconds remained, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second a ticking noise sounded and the charge, carefully placed amongst a hidden ammunition stache and the fuel tanks, this would destroy the whole ship, and it would be incredibly lucky if anyone on board survived, zero.
The OmahaThe once proud Omaha blew apart in a tremendous 100 foot fireball. Some remaining crew we blasted apart as the shrapnel ripped through their falling bodies. Crew on life boats watched in horror as the Omaha completely disappeared.
On board ISS 101The ISS 101 shook as the ship above blew apart. A crew member by the name of Bernard, also a navy vet said, "Explosion confirmed, she's gone sir."
Stern thought, for a moment at the immensity of the situation, the Omaha was one of the most respected ship in the USSA, almost as much so than the SAS Hideki Kondo. Stern ordered,
"HATS OFF!"All aboard the ISS 101 took off their hats, the religious said a prayer for the legendary Omaha.
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POmaha BridgeOne of the marines crumpled to the floor as the AK rounds struck him, the bridge was clear but the klaxons began blaring. An explosion ripped through the ship below decks, rocking it violently, Vasquez braced himself against the wall, The Lance Corporal he'd yelled at earlier flopped onto the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!??"
Sickle screamed.
"ON YOUR FEET MARINE!!! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!"
Vasquez roared, hoisting the marine to his feet.
"Get to the Sea Knights!"
he hit his radio, "EVERYONE GET ON THE SEA KNIGHTS!!! NOW NOW NOW!!!"
the four Marines, Vasquez, and Sickle sprinted out to the Sea Knights that were hovering near the ship, their Ramps barely touching the decks. Several marines were already aboard.
Vasquez sprinted forward and leapt into the chopper, helping the other marines aboard as well.
A pair of marines burst up from below decks, one of them had been shot in the leg.
Sickle hurried over to help them get aboard, "DAMMIT! CMON SICKLE GET ABOARD!!!"
Vasquez screamed as another explosion rocked the ship. The two marines climbed into the Sea Knight, and sickle sprinted for the ramp just as the ship began to tilt steeply.
"GO!"
Vasquez shouted again.
Sickle grunted with effort as he leapt through the air and grabbed onto the ramp, fire ripped apart the ship as more explosions went off. Sickle pulled himself onto the ramp as the CH-46 gunned it away from the ship.
Vasquez punched the button that closed the ramp.
Sickle rolled down the ramp and into the floor, pulling himself into a seat and slumping back against the Chopper Wall.
Vasquez quickly gave a report to Admiral Wallace.
Crash Sites of ST-1 Katanas
The UH-60 Blackhawk CSARs slowly flew over the water, a trio of LCACs far below, aiding in the search for the missing crews and passengers of the ST-1 Katanas.
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AISS 101Captain Stern watched as the last of the wreckage sank to the bottom. He wept for the lost ship and all who died defending it. Of course, he remembered his mission, that was to deliver arms to the Oil Rig. He commanded,
"Foulke, start the engines, slow as possible, we still can't afford to be detected."
"Aye sir, starting turbines."
The turbines of the submarine began to move at the slowest and quietest rate possible. It moved towards the oil rig that was only 200 miles away.
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APresidential Manor, Veluna City, Velunia, USSANataliya Valinova was reading reports that the various ministries had made. All were reasonable and status quo except for the War Ministry's report. Apparently they had committed an act of war without consultation of the other ministries, the legislature, herself, and especially not the people. She called Thomas Howell to the office. When Howell arrived he asked,
"What is this about, I'm very busy."
"Would that be running an illegal war?", she answered dryly.
"How, how did you find that out?", he asked clearly surprised.
"Lets just say one of your orderlies isn't a lying bastard."
"Well, you can't stop me!", he yelled defiantly.
"You didn't even tell the people you fuck!", she shouted back, jumping out of her desk. She quickly traversed the distance and gave Howell a very powerful right uppercut, sending him sprawling.
"What the fuck was that for?", he asked. She punched again, and again, and again until his brow was covered in his own blood. She got up, calmer. He asked quietly,
"How are we going to solve this problem?"
"You mean, how are YOU going to solve the problem".
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PImmediately after Katana-5 was shot down....
Lt. Warner blinked rapidly. They'd hit the water...hard.
"We're sinking!"
A voice cried from the rear.
Warner pulled the massive knife from its shieth on his leg and slashed his safety restraints, his Co-Pilot was unconscious, he quickly slashed him out of the chair and picked him up.
"Let's get outta here! now!" he shouted, climbing rearward, the nose was going down.
two of the Agents were dead, three were severely hurt and the rest had minor injuries.
Warner turned to the agents, "Get that door open now,"
two of them nodded and quickly wrenched the door open.
"Out out out!"
Warner shouted, he handed his Co-Pilot, Lt. Mansfield, off to the Crew Chiefs who were the first to leap out into the water.
The Chopper sank lower, the cockpit completely swalled by water.
"OUT! NOW!"
the agents scrambled out, leaping from the chopper rapidly.
Warner and an Agent Codenamed Waves were the only ones left inside.
Warner climbed out the door and leapt into the water swimming over to the others, Waves began to climb up and out but found soon with horror that his foot was hung on something.
"JUMP WAVES!!! NOW!"
one of the agents yelled. Warner gripped his knife and swam over to the chopper, climbing back in just as the helicopter sunk completely, plunging towards the bottom of the ocean.
Warner held his breath as he cut the agent's foot loose from the netting inside the chopper.
He quickly began to swim upwards, the agents with him. His lungs ached. He needed air now! his head began to hurt and his vision blurred. He burst to the surface seconds apart from the agent, gasping for breath.
After the CSARs found Katana-5
"Thanks,"
Warner muttered as the Crew Chief pulled him aboard the UH-60.
He wrapped a blanket snuggly around himself as the Helicopter lifted up and followed the second CSAR back to its Carrier.