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by Novaya Equestria » Mon Dec 04, 2017 6:37 am
by The Selkie » Mon Dec 04, 2017 6:48 am
Higher Japan wrote:Higashikawa
"Nope!" He shouted, quickly untangling himself as he began to scream and run, charging in front of the battle ship to take aim at the destroyers as the 10 cm shells began to fire fast towards the destroyers, 20 shells coming out at every minute while he made a calculated maneuver, turning just enough as he took aim with his heavier cannons before opening fire towards the ships at the back line releasing heavy fire. "Just a little more..." As he sailed through the hail of imminent fire, some stray gun shots hitting his face and scratching the skin barely, he made a sharp turn as the torpedoes aimed towards the heavier ships were fired. "Sink to the depths!" He shouted as he quickly made another hard turn, aiming towards the destroyers while his rear guns turned and began to fire at the heavier ships.
"This is Higashikawa! Ba-Battleship stranded, requesting towing ships!" He signaled back to base, just barely dodging a shell.
Sterkistan wrote:The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | Womens
Dia continued to cry for a few long minutes, before it began to subside. The bawling turned to a collection of sobs and unintelligible babbling.
Once it died down, she rolled off Stilly's shoulder lazily, laying down on her back, with her hands covering her eyes.
She hummed a tune again, through her hoarse voice. This one was colder and harsher than the previous ones though, likely it was from something sad.
She spoke softly, fighting to keep her voice straight.
"Stilly, are you my angel?"
Battleship Whona
Supply Shed
Whona smiled at the information, standing up straight with a cheeky smirk on her face.
"Pleasure doing business."
She bid Rhiannon farewell and turned back to Searc,
"You were right about Rhiannon, she knows where to find the good stuff. Submarine pens, cellar, eighth door to the right. And it's on the house."
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:The request Higashikawa rang in Prophet's ears. The signal sounded a bit scratchy, signalling some interfearence, that he could only guess was from a storm,meaning that he couldn't help that much in combat, but the towing part, that he could possibly do. But he was a bit torn about it, they clearly needed help, but there wasn't all that much he could possibly do. He was also worried about Whona, and what she'd end up doing if she were to get her hands on him, but he shrugged that off, gaining the courage to get out from the bushes and talk.
"They need help out there, some battleships are stranded and they probably won't be up for long. I can help tow the ships to safety, but I can't do it all by myself." He spoke, running into the shed to access his rig.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by The Cross and Davids Star » Mon Dec 04, 2017 7:49 am
The Selkie wrote:Rhiannon. With Prophet.
I was faster then Prophet, both cruising and at flank, so it was easy to catch up to him. He might have the aircraft, but the weather forbade their usage - he needed an escort, maybe someone to help with towing.
My rigging was quickly put on, my own short composite bow in my hands, thumb ring on my right thumb, vambrace on my left arm. Quiver on my hip, my shoulders lined with my AA-guns - on my long legs were my torpedo tubes, four packs of three, one each on the upper and lower legs. My mines were in my belt, ready to be dropped into the water.
I grinned at Prophet.
"Sir, may I ask for this dance?", I asked and extended my hand, a bit playfully, but with a dangerous glint in my eyes, that promised pain for the Abyssals.
by Legatia » Mon Dec 04, 2017 8:52 am
LNS Coriolanus
Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1100 hours
by The Selkie » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:11 am
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:The Selkie wrote:Rhiannon. With Prophet.
I was faster then Prophet, both cruising and at flank, so it was easy to catch up to him. He might have the aircraft, but the weather forbade their usage - he needed an escort, maybe someone to help with towing.
My rigging was quickly put on, my own short composite bow in my hands, thumb ring on my right thumb, vambrace on my left arm. Quiver on my hip, my shoulders lined with my AA-guns - on my long legs were my torpedo tubes, four packs of three, one each on the upper and lower legs. My mines were in my belt, ready to be dropped into the water.
I grinned at Prophet.
"Sir, may I ask for this dance?", I asked and extended my hand, a bit playfully, but with a dangerous glint in my eyes, that promised pain for the Abyssals.
Prophet laughed a bit, and gently took her hand into his, as if he was about to waltz with her.
"I don't see why not. Let's hurry, who knows how much time we have." He replied, letting go and running to the docks to jump on the launching platform, which quickly catapulted into the water, him allowing the momentum to carry him before going full speed ahead on his flightboard. Rhiannon was right, there's no way that any of his planes, even Boxcars, could be able to fly in that storm, and had all of his flight crew on AA duty, ensuring that while it wouldn't be much, Prophet would have a deterrent with a flurry of AA and naval gunfire to dissuade any abyssals from getting too close. He wasn't going to wait up for Rhiannon, knowing that she was much faster than he was, and set a course for him and his one-ship escort to travel on, intent on saving anyone that he could.
Legatia wrote:LNS Coriolanus
Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1100 hours
Another hindrance presented itself. Combat was occurring in the western part of CN-17, according to her reports- a battleship needed tow and there were already units engaged. And with the limited visibility, aircraft would be little use.
"Priority transmission to all callsigns on network. Break, break. All callsigns, this is Flag." She was walking herself by now, towards the dock, her hair matted by the rain as armor formed about her, the triple-mount 18in guns swiveling into place as they appeared. "Engagement is occurring west of Naval Base with multiple assets currently engaged- I will be taking direct command of the response force to consist of Rhiannon, Whona, Searc, Lewis, myself, as well as Higashikawa. Everyone else is to remain prepared for immediate sortie while combat operations are conducting." Stepping into the water, she allowed the 150,000 shp of her engines carry her forward.
"Whona and Searc as an element will form up alongside myself and Rhiannon. You two will handle getting the battleship out while Rhiannon and I provide fire support. Lewis, you're with me also- I want you to be a go-between between the two groups. Prophet, you hang back- visibility is too low. Keep yourself away from any operations areas and make sure you do not get torpedoed. Stay close to base, you should be close enough in range if we find need of the planes. Once we get her under tow we'll continue to pull back while firing on them. Keep yourself spread and your crews alert- torpedoes are in the area and if you get hit, it's gonna be a bad day for you."
"That being said, sans any questions, we need to get moving. Ask them on the way- Flag out."
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Mestovakia » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:22 am
by The Cross and Davids Star » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:56 am
by Sleet Clans » Mon Dec 04, 2017 1:00 pm
by Kraicia » Mon Dec 04, 2017 5:26 pm
The Selkie wrote:-snip-
Sleet Clans wrote:-snip-
by Yekrenia » Mon Dec 04, 2017 6:11 pm
by Sterkistan » Tue Dec 05, 2017 1:20 am
The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
by Novaya Equestria » Tue Dec 05, 2017 5:58 am
by The Selkie » Tue Dec 05, 2017 10:09 am
Sleet Clans wrote:Nevlamas grinned as she watched one of the attacking Abyssal destroyers crack in half from what she assumed was one of her very own QF-24 torpedoes. She watched it start sinking for a moment, before starting to dive at a slow pace. However, the other two manage to launch their payloads of torpedoes, but from what she could see a lot of them veered off course. She could only hope that Spanish battleship had enough strength in her to maybe take one or two. Her and Whitney could stave off an entire ASW flotilla after all, although they could damn well try! She started to formulate a plan in her head as her tubes started to be reloaded. Rinse and repeat, she told herself. Make the enemy think you are in one location, then as soon as they look there, make them think you are in ano-
*PING*
FUCK! She cursed to herself as the active ping rolled over her hull. Of course the Abyssals would have active ASW ships in the area! Why the fuck wouldn't they?! The Sleetavian immediately went on the defensive, angling her bow downwards even more, but keeping her engine power at the same. She was off silent running however, and it didn't help that her crew were scrambling towards her bow in order to help the sub dive faster. If that active sonar ping hadn't given the enemy a return, the sound of her crew scrambling around inside of her and her somewhat-muted growling stomach would give her away on hydrophones, if they were listening. She had survived Japanese and North Korean depth charge runs and sonar attacks, she sure as hell could survive this first sortie with her new teammates!
......could she?
Kraicia wrote:The Selkie wrote:-snip-
HLFFS Gibson Grover
Day Two - Coastal Training Grounds
"Right..." Gibson shrugged before debriefing the SDF Destroyer Tender, though his fear-powered nervousness remained lightly evident, "Your fellow elven seem to have forgotten that their boats ran low on diesel fuel during their outbilding (training). So, I took the call and got your elvens to low, but that could not go for the shiremen (officers) on board the boats. I therefore had to let me boats get them going again before towing them to me."Sleet Clans wrote:-snip-
HLFFS Whitney
Day Two - With Nevlamas
"30 Knots. Range 1,000 meters." Whitney thought to herself as the calculations of the enemy abyssal destroyers' location were taken into account, "One torpedo shall do the sare (job)."
"Fire at will!" Whitney grunted back at her SC counterpart before unleashing a torpedo downrange at the unsuspecting abyssal destroyer. There may have been three abyssal destroyers, but at least ridding one of those destroyers meant one less volley of torpedoes for that Spanish battleship. Though to prevent detection as true to Whitney's objectives of stealth, she was sure to fire an electric-powered 533mm torpedo so that way it could go unnoticed amid the chaos and darkness alike.
The Kraician and SC torpedoes made their mark upon only one of the abyssal destroyer's starboard side, which only eliminated the torpedo volley by only six; however, Whitney realized that she and Nevlamas were in trouble. The most obvious problem was that the torpedoes were on course for the stranded Spanish battleship; however, that was only the least of Whitney's concerns as a much bigger threat loomed above Whitney and Nevlamas. The sound of an enemy ping made contact with Whitney's anechoic tiles, which although became absorbed, it gave the abyssals the indication of the possibility of another submarine on the hunt.
"Nevy, go! I'll meet back up with you once we get this witch off us!" Whitney growled to the best of keeping her voice down before shutting of her electro-mechanical computers and electric motors before slowly diving back down to the depths of the ocean.
Just like in the early morning, Whitney knew that her anechoic tiles made her appear like a scrambled school of fish on enemy radars, though her stealth was further enhanced when she dived down to a deeper depth. This was so to not only allow the sonar pings to weaken from traveling such depth, but also blend in with the darkness while absorbing any remains of a sonar ping to retain her invisibility. While all electric power was cut off except for basic essentials (e.g. Lights), Whitney could only sit in the darkness of the ocean before watching an all too familiar sight above her on the surface.
The faint and distorted shadows of abyssal ships up above patrolled the waters up above before there came the arrival of depth charges entering the water. To her fellow fairy crew inside the safety of her internals, the explosions only sounded like muffled grumbling and growls of a beast loyal to Davy Jones himself - the super Cephalopod monster that can drag an entire ship to the bottom with its giant tentacles and horrific bouts of strength, the Kraken. The sailor fairies (except for some officers and veteran sailors) froze in place while listening and tracking the explosions of the depth charges exploding up above - seemingly like the Kraken was hunting for another ship to bring to Davy Jones' Locker.
Sterkistan wrote:The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | Womens
Dia shifted closer to Stilly as she lay down next to her.
"I'm not a good role model Stilly." She half-joked,
"But you are an excellent friend."
She moved her hands form her eyes and wiped them for a solid 10 seconds.
"You're a beautiful person Stilly, I wish I could have your positive attitude."
Battleship Whona
Supply Shed
Whona grinned widely,
"I hope they've got some strong stuff down there. I'm in the mood to get SMASHED."
She wandered along with Searc as they made their way to the Submarine pens.
"How does Rhiannon know about this anyway?"
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Sleet Clans » Tue Dec 05, 2017 11:30 am
The Selkie wrote:-snip-
by Kraicia » Tue Dec 05, 2017 3:55 pm
The Selkie wrote:-snip-
by Novaya Equestria » Wed Dec 06, 2017 4:50 am
The Selkie wrote:snip
by Legatia » Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:06 am
LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1800 hours
by The Selkie » Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:26 am
Sleet Clans wrote:The Selkie wrote:-snip-
As Nevlamas and Whitney both dived, Nevlamas gave the 'ok' signal to Whitney to let her know she understood. With that being done, she refocused on getting the hell out of there, some wildly thrown depth charges going off around her that she was thankful weren't accurate. They're probably shooting at Whitney, anyways, she thought to herself as she continued diving to get below the thermal layer. Thankfully, said thermal layer was strong enough that if she could slip under it, she could be effectively invisible to their ASW hunters from a certain distance. She eventually settled right into the 'shadow zone' of the thermal layer, where she breathed a sigh of relief. Although her own sonar was useless now that she was in the shadow zone, she could let hew crew reload her torpedo tubes in peace. As they resumed the half-done reloading process, she could only hope that that convoy wasn't getting too far away, and that her allies were alright...
Kraicia wrote:The Selkie wrote:-snip-
HLFFS Whitney
Day Two - Sector CN-17
Slowly enabling the electric engines and computers back to life, Whitney slowly crept back to life, though that was still remaining at a deep depth and cruising through the darkness at four (4) knots. While she can get moving again, her electro-mechanical decryption computers were still going to take some time to reboot after their emergency shutdown. Any calculation or decryption algorithm that had been in process prior to the shutdown had to be deleted from the mainframes, which would take at least six to seven minutes to clear.
In the meantime, Whitney slowly but gently raised her depth in order to get back into the fight unannounced. Nevlamas was out there somewhere, so Whitney knew that her fellow comrade was doing whatever she could to stay afloat amid the wrath of the abyssals; however, Whitney never exactly felt the usual fear that settled in from having to run for her life from ASW operations. She was the embodiment of every mythical creature and being associated with fear and terror imaginable - a grim reaper reborn as a anthropomorphized stealth submarine with the only color being black as death and darkness.
The shadows was her tool as much as it was her friend in her quest to send unsuspecting ships to the depths where Davy Jones awaited. If she was seen underwater as the real-life HLFFS Whitney, she would've been mistaken for a monstrous male cachalot whale, so it was only by that analogy that Whitney became a master of deception - though that didn't mean she was a charismatic manipulator as well, which was something she actually refrained from doing. This was no doubt as to why pre-nuclear Soviet submarines cowered away in fear from the Atlantic Ocean.
And this was how Whitney managed to slowly swim right back to the sound of salvos opening up from the surface. Like a cuttlefish cloaking itself in dark shades of colors to blend in with its surroundings, Whitney approached the source of where the 5in guns were being fired, which happened to lead towards a certain transport-class abyssal. While Whitney had no clue as to where the three of the ASW abyssals were, but she now had an interesting target entering her sights - definitely a peculiar prey ahead of her.
This transport abyssal was important in its own right, since it could potentially keep the destroyer-class abyssals supplied for as long as the destroyers are away from the safety of a port/harbor. Subsequently, it didn't take long for Whitney to prepare one of her torpedo tubes to give abyssals a thorn in their side. The destroyer-classes and the other possible abyssal warships were still out there, but without a transport abyssal, getting supplies in the middle of battle would be difficult in the long run.
The friendly Spanish battleship was the primary objective, but so was the enemy's assets that allowed them sortie away from home. According to some chatter that Whitney recovered prior to engagement, the Spanish battleship had apparently been shooting at an abyssal convoy, which only stirred up the watchdogs on a fierce counterattack. Why the Spanish battleship opened fire upon an abyssal convoy when it was stranded was something that Whitney could only question later, since one less transport-class abyssal meant a trip back home with diminishing supplies.
With only slight hesitation from steadily positioning herself for the kill, Whitney let off her second torpedo for the night at the transport-class abyssal's port side. Again, the torpedo was electric-powered to prevent the creation of wake; however, that was not to mention that the electric-powered torpedo was slightly slower to take into account of noise generation. Likewise, Whitney slowly dove as she watched her torpedo swim to its target like a murderous moray eel closing in upon its unsuspecting prey.
Novaya Equestria wrote:The Selkie wrote:snip
Western Area of CN-17
"HE shells incoming!" The lookout fairy screamed as Chrysantheme nodded and made a beeline movement, dodging the HE ammunitions. "So this guys want fun, eh?! We'll give it to them!" Chrysantheme said, her voice becoming that of a nationalistic soldier. "URA!" Shinosaki yelled as her cannons shot HE munitions at Wafa's ASW destroyers. "Kill them all, and let God sort another of those Abyssals out for us!" Shiroiyuki barked as she, too, fired her cannons and launched torpedoes at Wafa's group. "Chrysantheme, pull back to us after unleashing your torpedoes. After that, MOVIE NIGHT, SHOWTIME!" Said Shinosaki to Chrysantheme, who nodded as she unleashed her torpedoes at Wafa's group before pulling back, all the while firing back and dodging enemy shells.
Legatia wrote:LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1800 hours
She could already tell that the operation was starting to fall a little short. Reports from base were that Prophet's crew was having a massive brawl, which he allowed to happen, all four of the Novayans had sortied alongside the main group.
"Shinosaki, can I ask exactly what you four are doing?" Coriolanus cut across communications. "Your orders were to stand by, not to engage with the main group. Fall back immediately and maintain position near base so the carriers we have out aren't ambushed. Out." Hopefully they'd listen to her this time and pull of, and she let her hopes lie on that as the remainder of the group going with her formed up and sailed out.
The skies above them were grey and dark, as they rapidly rushed out to the stranded battleship. Rain pelted her armored deck as she maintained her relative silence, the only indication of positioning from her sensor arrays and visual confirmations.
"Praefecta, we are within optimal firing range." A fairy notified her quietly, as her guns were tracked off to the left, the barrels elevating to adjust for the range. "Weather will slew the shots. Adjust as best as you can for wind and stand by to fire." Her onboard mechanical computers would be able to compensate for some of the wind of the storm- inertia and luck would have to carry the rest. "AP successfully loaded, standing by to fire!"
"All ships, stand by to engage on my mark." She ensured that Rhiannon, Whona and Searc would be within their own firing ranges before she would allow them to open fire. The storm would allow them stealth for a while enough to get close enough..
"..All ships, execute maneuvers as detailed. You may fire at will."
A crack of thunder whipped out from her broadside, and she even felt the strain as her guns kicked against her as nine 1½ ton shells shot out. The grey of the water met the orange fire of the gunpowder as the salvo shot out, the sheer force of the round creating a depression in the water as they were discharged out into the storm. They were aimed at the heaviest thing afloat- the Re-class battleship, steaming away from the fight, directly to her citadel. A short salvo from her 6 inch turrets followed after, the shells arcing out towards Re.
"Rhiannon, stick close to me, we'll be pushing the offensive. Searc, Whona, come behind us. Whoever of you has more horsepower to spare get to tugging the battleship. Lewis, Higashikawa, make sure there's no holes they can exploit. Let's make this fast under storm cover. I don't want an ambush."
While her primary cannons remained trained on Re, her 6 and 5 inch batteries turned on nearby destroyers and engaged with a flurry of fire. While her 5 inches were almost beyond their effective range by a short margin, the 6in guns sat comfortably within it as they opened fire. Her 18in cannons followed up the shots on Re afterward as the group moved toward Lanza.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Sleet Clans » Wed Dec 06, 2017 10:20 am
The Selkie wrote:-snip-
by Yekrenia » Wed Dec 06, 2017 11:39 am
by Mestovakia » Wed Dec 06, 2017 4:00 pm
by Novaya Equestria » Thu Dec 07, 2017 3:23 am
Legatia wrote:snip
by Sterkistan » Thu Dec 07, 2017 5:24 am
The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
by Yekrenia » Thu Dec 07, 2017 9:38 am
Mestovakia wrote:"Heehee~! To be free from those morons is so refreshing!" Re said, twirling with delight. "Freedom! At last, I can do my own thing without getting yelled at!" Re was definitely enjoying her freedom. Then a massive amount of shells started landing around her, turning her gleeful dancing into panicked flailing and dodging as she tried to avoid getting hit. "HEY!" She shook her fist at the offending party, Rhiannon. "Aim your cannons at the ones who are firing BACK at you, Not ME!" Then Lanza's broadside, practically point blank, whacked her in the face. Several 16.7 inch shells hitting something in unison was a force few could equal. Re took all the shells to the forehead, giggled dazedly, and subconsciously decided that now would be a good time to sit down. This she did; by falling over backwards and grinning absentmindedly up into the stormy sky as she floated on the water, pretty much KO'd.
Sterkistan wrote:Battleship Whona
Open Waters (Following retcon, please correct me if I make mistakes)
Whona pulled Lanza's arm over her own shoulder, grunting as she did so, standing up straight.
She looked over at Searc,
"Watch for shells, torpedos, anything!" Yelling with urgency in her voice. The ship needed repairs pretty desperately, so double-timing it back to base was a necessity.
She gunned her engines, the extra weight leaving them at a measly 12 knots (correct me if I'm wrong).
"Jesus CHRIST, this is going to suck! This drink better be worth it!"The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | Womens
Dia placed her arm around Stilly, holding her close. She felt Stilly's warmth, and it made her feel at ease, happy even.
Dia hummed quietly to herself before drifting off to sleep, right there on the the floor.
For the first time in a long time, these dreams would be happy ones.
by Mestovakia » Thu Dec 07, 2017 9:48 am
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