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by The Cross and Davids Star » Wed Jan 31, 2018 12:37 pm
by Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Wed Jan 31, 2018 2:35 pm
The Selkie wrote:Searc. With Prophet and Tokai.
The Selkie wrote:Rhiannon. Landing Forces.
The Selkie wrote:Miuil. Base.
I must have fallen asleep in the docks, thanks to the aftermath of a small ammunition mishandling... in my dream, there was this charming Lutetiian cruise liner, which I had kissed once, back when we had been of steel, and we danced the whole night to music played by the finest fiddlers...
...until said music was replaced by the wail of air raid sirens.
My eyes flew open and I flew out of my docking spot - this would be a total amount of suckage, I knew that as I ran out of the bath to throw on at least my shirt before gallivanting off to show those blasted fuckers what it meant to disturb a Silverport Pattern VI Freighter while she bathed.
"Miuil, Rauenfels.", I spoke into my radio with fear, speaking German, "What's going on?"
"Air attack!", she called back in English, "Can't talk, we're bunkering ourselves down!"
I was, for a moment, confused - 'bunkering down'? What did she mean? Now was not the time to load supplies into the own bun... oh. They really needed to work on their English.
But that had time.
As I stepped out, clad only in my shirt and with my three 40mm guns deployed on my shoulders, there were already a few of our fighters in the air... and larger planes as well. The advantages of fairy-sized planes on a full-size airfield was, that it was easier to get vast amounts of aircraft in the air at once, if need should arise, I guess.
But... as I thought, the first dive bombers were already diving for the base, their payloads strapped underneath them as the base's AA-guns began to open up...
...it would be a massacre, I thought as I watched a group of four dive bombers make an attack run on the place, where the supply convoy was still loading off.
There weren't many of them, though, just a few squadrons, so as much as we could open up on them from all sides, they needed to make every bomb count.
by Kraicia » Wed Jan 31, 2018 5:25 pm
by Sterkistan » Wed Jan 31, 2018 6:45 pm
The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
by The Cross and Davids Star » Thu Feb 01, 2018 7:55 am
by Rustyal » Thu Feb 01, 2018 8:00 am
by New Antonalia » Thu Feb 01, 2018 8:01 am
The Selkie wrote:Tsuki, all alone.
When the shells, all of them, came down around Tsuki, she saw herself already going down... and when the world had stopped shaking, she knew, that she was going down.
Not painless, in one large explosion, like Riana, but slowly flooding to death, her damage control unable to do anything against it. She exhaled.
No, she wouldn't go down so pitifully. She would die fighting.
Ignoring the message bag, she powered her engines up, one last time, not even reaching cruise speed, as her guns fell silent - loading armour pierching shells one last time.
[Once more onto the breach...], she whispered to herself, seeing one of her torpedo launchers still operable as she took on more and more water, [...dear friends, once more...] She broke through her smoke, aiming by eyes and sheer luck, firing her guns at both the heavy cruiser she had battled not too long ago and the fresh lassie of a battleship, Coriolanus, as the identification chart said, without any hope of sinking the latter.
Moreover, she released a salvo of torpedoes, one last time.
[...or close up the walls with our honourable dead!], she finished her quote.
She was sure, that she would die, but she would be damned if she didn't die fighting.
by Higher Japan » Sat Feb 03, 2018 6:49 am
NOTICE: As of 14/10, the empress has officially been granted greater control of the government, including military and financial sectors. That is all, have a good day.
by The Selkie » Sun Feb 04, 2018 7:31 am
Mestovakia wrote:The Selkie wrote:Miúil. Naval Base.
I could watch in mute horror as the attacking planes did the simple thing: Drop the bombs and get the ruddy hell out. A few were shot down, a lot more were damaged, by the looks of it, but most got away, the few of our fighters, which got in the air, hot on their heels. As every aircraft had been needed to participate in the offense, those were not many.
The damages, though... I heard the howling of the fire engines belonging to the Base Fire Department, their sirens blaring as they went to work. Amongst the express delivery by our friends from Abyssal Dive Bombing Delivery Service had been several incendiary devices, which now threatened to make the damages even larger.
Small blessings as, apparently, none of the ammunition stores, freighters or fuel tanks had been hit.
That would have been catastrophic.
I reached up.
"Miuil, Flag.", I began to speak calmly over the airwaves, ignoring the screaming and yelling as I did so (especially the unbefitting comments of that Novaya-Person), as I walked towards the Admiralty, "The enemy conducted a successful air strike against the base, damage assessment has to wait for a bit. With your permission, I will take command of the situation and see to there being a base left when you return. Neither docks nor ammunition depots had been hit. Also..." I spotted something out of the corner of my eye, a wall blasted open revealing what looked like the Brig. And an Abyssal sitting there, behind her overturned bed in cover. "...Ma'am, do I want to ask why we have an Abyssal on base?"
Just around then, an Abyssal Dive Bomber crashed into the remains of the Brig before going up in an explosion as he apparently had still carried her bomb. Well, some problems solved themselves, but I would still love to know...
Cowering Re, Bombed Cell
So much for cover.
Aside from having its wall blasted in, a crashing Dive Bomber decided to go out with a bang and plow right into her, causing both to go up when its payload detonated. This caused what was left of the brig to collapse. Nothing stirred from the rubble for a few seconds, before a bit of debris shifted. "Owie...." A voice a bit softer than the deadpan and sarcastic Re could be heard, muffled by the rubble. "I-is anyone out there...?" The voice asked, definitely not the same voice as Re. "I....I'm in need of assistance..."
Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:The Selkie wrote:Searc. With Prophet and Tokai.
HMBS Legate
Legate had, at heart, an old-fashioned view of warfare. The primary forces were of course, without question, the battleship line, with the escorts providing but auxiliary support. Legate herself, as a carrier, never honestly expected to be bombed herself. Perhaps it was a rather childish delusion, that she was going to bomb everyone else, and nobody was going to bomb her. But it was the view she had held. Had held, until aircraft started streaking from the skies. Now, her anti-aircraft suite was by no means brilliant, but it was typically adequate. However, her fire directors were an entirely different matter. They were calibrated, and her gunners trained, to fire on aircraft similar to her own complement. Certainly not the aircraft of the late-war that swarmed her now. 4.5-inchers opened up, Pom-Poms opened up, even the Vickers .50 cals joined in. A rocket streaked right past Legate's face, causing her to recoil. She wasn't used to this, she was used to gunfire, war rockets were a thing of the most absurd science fiction!
What certifiably wasn't science fiction to Legate happened next. The worst possible thing, with the worst possible luck. A Swordfish on deck, which had been loaded down with 6 250 lb. bombs, received a rocket right into the engine. The Swordfish and its bomb load detonated, sending shrapnel, shards of plane, and faires all over the deck and into the air. The tightly-packed squadron of aircraft on deck went up like so much kindling, a blazing inferno right on her flight deck. "Bloody flight deck's bloody buggered, bloody hell!" She screamed, stumbling back frantically... right into a torpedo. It was sheer dumb luck she caught it in the torpedo bulge that had fitted onto her during her conversion into a carrier, leaving her hull mercifully intact. She found herself listing, the fire barely being contained by damage control parties.
"I'm bloody buggered..." Legate said into the radio, voice rather hoarse from screaming, "Me flight deck's a bloody bonfire, somebody needs to take the lads in the air..." She quickly switched frequencies to her squadrons. "Skipper, get yer arse back here and stop chasing bloody cabbage crates, we might need more air cover." "Roger that, breaking off." came the crisp reply. She switched to the Swordfish strike force that had been en route to the Island Princess. "Break off, lads, enemy well and intact. Support the bloody landlubbers, then hightail it back. One of the other carriers is gonna have to land ye."The Selkie wrote:Rhiannon. Landing Forces.
HMBS Spartan
"Aha, you really needn't worry, lass," Spartan reassured Rhi, still standing straight up, "in all likelihood the shells will never-" And then a 15 inch shell landed right next to the two of them, drenching Spartan in water. She blinked indignantly a couple of times before finally conceding. "I see your point. Switching to Channel 19," She quickly did so, guns still blazing as fast as they could load at the 15-inch guns, but keeping her ear open for targets relayed on channel 19.The Selkie wrote:Miuil. Base.
I must have fallen asleep in the docks, thanks to the aftermath of a small ammunition mishandling... in my dream, there was this charming Lutetiian cruise liner, which I had kissed once, back when we had been of steel, and we danced the whole night to music played by the finest fiddlers...
...until said music was replaced by the wail of air raid sirens.
My eyes flew open and I flew out of my docking spot - this would be a total amount of suckage, I knew that as I ran out of the bath to throw on at least my shirt before gallivanting off to show those blasted fuckers what it meant to disturb a Silverport Pattern VI Freighter while she bathed.
"Miuil, Rauenfels.", I spoke into my radio with fear, speaking German, "What's going on?"
"Air attack!", she called back in English, "Can't talk, we're bunkering ourselves down!"
I was, for a moment, confused - 'bunkering down'? What did she mean? Now was not the time to load supplies into the own bun... oh. They really needed to work on their English.
But that had time.
As I stepped out, clad only in my shirt and with my three 40mm guns deployed on my shoulders, there were already a few of our fighters in the air... and larger planes as well. The advantages of fairy-sized planes on a full-size airfield was, that it was easier to get vast amounts of aircraft in the air at once, if need should arise, I guess.
But... as I thought, the first dive bombers were already diving for the base, their payloads strapped underneath them as the base's AA-guns began to open up...
...it would be a massacre, I thought as I watched a group of four dive bombers make an attack run on the place, where the supply convoy was still loading off.
There weren't many of them, though, just a few squadrons, so as much as we could open up on them from all sides, they needed to make every bomb count.
Raketenkreuzer Oberth Necessary OOC Disclaimer: I am not a Nazi
Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 was playing gently on the phonograph Oberth had set up as the missile cruiser went about personalizing her bunk. Of course, one such addition had to include a framed portrait of Führer Adolf Hitler, just as her personal effects included a copy of Mein Kampf. Of course, she had received her fair share of odd looks already, it was well known that the Third Reich was not exactly the most... welcoming of places. Degenerates, the lot of them, Oberth thought. So willing to abandon the grand struggle to attack somebody they disagree with. Why, the Reich's entire presence in this war was to ensure the survival of the human race, and was that not an admirable goal? The complete and total annihilation of the Abyssal threat, to ensure a posterity for mankind. And if Oberth had to work with the Untermenschen to ensure the survival of the Germanic peoples, then that was just how it was. Why, it was the way of the Reich. First the Judeo-Bolshev-
The piercing shrill of air-raid sirens interrupted her grand criticism of the degenerate way of thinking embraced by her peers. Air attack! This was not going to be fun. She fumbled and grabbed one of her dual 88mm turrets, the contraption for quite resembling a double-barreled Artillery Luger. She sprinted outside, peaked cap firmly on her head and taking aim at the retreating aircraft. She could easily have take a potshot, but that would just have been a waste of an 88mm round. Simiarly, going and getting her rocket launcher would have been a task in futility. She lowered the turret. "Verdammt..." she whispered, sticking the turret/pistol into her uniform's belt. She clasped her hands behind her back and took to walking to find somebody else, surveying the damage disdainfully. She eventually sighted... oh, bollocks, what was that freighter's name... Ah! "Miúil!" She called out, strutting towards the freighter, "It ist gut to see you appear unharmed. Do you have any idea of ze casualties or how zey snuck up on us? This base does have radar, ja?"
Higher Japan wrote:Open seas
"Torpedoes in the water, evasive maneuvers!" As Kaifu tried to weave through the torpedoes, 3 struck his hull as he laughed at the strikes, now burning on one hole as the pinging of his sonar got louder. "You know, maybe this wasn't the smartest idea for you hunks of metal. Now sink!" He sped forward at full speed, making the fire burst out from the front as his eyes now resembled that of Higashikawa, red with an aura almost flowing behind them as he began to fire another salvo of 8 depth charges towards their estimated location as he gave relentless chase, while Kaguya quickly sped back to the rear to evade the action.
As the rockets fell, a chunk suddenly crashed into the sea as Tokai winced. "Flight deck lost, launch capabilities lost!" As she radioed it, she continued her barrage of 10 cm shells as more and more began to fill the sky, relentlessly shooting anything that flew in the sky out of it as the shrapnel from the shells began to fill the sky over the shells themselves.
Naval base
As the fairies returned back from their failed interception, the extent of the damage on the base could be seen in a certain sector. Two buildings were set on fire as Himiko and Himito quickly ordered some of their fairies around, trying to put the fire out while also helping the others with putting the fires on the bases out.
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet
As he continued his onslaught against the planes, Prophet could see as Novaya sent out planes of his own for God knows why.
"Goddamnit Novaya, get your planes back down now! With that amount of AA I'm cranking out, friendly fire is guaranteed!" He shouted, refusing to let up on the planes, since he knew that if he were to stop, he could very easily die.
Salvation
Tying the knot to keep the bandage in place, Salvation heard Stilly speak. He assumed that Amy was a repair vessel like him, but the question of whether or not he had a girlfriend caught him off guard. With a light pink tint in his cheeks, Salvation responded.
"No, I do not. And neither does Prophet, as far as I know." He replied.
Locust
Deep beneath the waters around the Kanmusu naval base, I was parked on the seafloor, my radar alerting me of the large amount of hostiles in the skies. I wasn't going to risk surfacing, since I didn't need to, and that they didn't see me, so I was invisible to them. Not like I could help anyways, considering that I had no air defense to speak of. So I simply chose to wait out the carnage until they turn tail for where ever they came from, and if they were from a carrier, then my Piranha Teams would show them how deep I can go.
New Antonalia wrote:The Selkie wrote:Tsuki, all alone.
When the shells, all of them, came down around Tsuki, she saw herself already going down... and when the world had stopped shaking, she knew, that she was going down.
Not painless, in one large explosion, like Riana, but slowly flooding to death, her damage control unable to do anything against it. She exhaled.
No, she wouldn't go down so pitifully. She would die fighting.
Ignoring the message bag, she powered her engines up, one last time, not even reaching cruise speed, as her guns fell silent - loading armour pierching shells one last time.
[Once more onto the breach...], she whispered to herself, seeing one of her torpedo launchers still operable as she took on more and more water, [...dear friends, once more...] She broke through her smoke, aiming by eyes and sheer luck, firing her guns at both the heavy cruiser she had battled not too long ago and the fresh lassie of a battleship, Coriolanus, as the identification chart said, without any hope of sinking the latter.
Moreover, she released a salvo of torpedoes, one last time.
[...or close up the walls with our honourable dead!], she finished her quote.
She was sure, that she would die, but she would be damned if she didn't die fighting.
SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Exhausted, physically and mentally
Sergei felt a pang of grief as he fired his main guns at the damaged light cruiser. She'd fought well and fought honorably during the course of the battle, giving back as much as she took, and had it been him, he would have let the light cruiser live, but it wasn't in the cards. Coriolanus was firing on the abyssal, and Rustyal was trying to kill her with a thousand cuts. Time seemed to slow as he watched the silver traces flew through the air before boring into the light cruisers hull, finishing her in one final strike. "Restul bine, tovarăș." He as he watched the last salvo of torpedoes rocket towards him, cutting through the water. He didn't try to maneuver around it or slow down to avoid the salvo, he felt an odd calm settle over him and was ready to accept his end with the dignity of a soldier, but due to some stroke of dumb luck, the torpedoes missed him completely. "Huh... how about that." He thought before the damage reports came rolling in. "Sir, the boiler is overheated and multiple bulkheads are flooded. Turrets three and four are heavily damaged and we can't clear them without returning to port..." Sergei began to fade in and out of consciousness, ignoring the report as he sailed up to Coriolanus under half-speed. "Coriolanus... I can't feel my leg and I can't see out of my left eye."
SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Open Waters, enjoying the skeet shoot
Fyodor was having too much fun as his AAA batteries thundered against the sky, sending their explosive complaints at the Abyssal strike groups overhead. Another plane went down and a cry went up from his fairies before the blanket of lead continued to thunder in defiance of the Abyssal attempts to sink them. Further out, Fyodor kept half an eye on his strike groups as the flew towards the renewed abyssal carrier. "She will not make it out alive." He thought, demanding a more than his fair share for the pilots he lost because of her and her damned fighters. "I will e the one to sink her, no one else." He watched the carrier's silhouette grow as his planes neared her.
Sterkistan wrote:The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
Battleships Whona & Diamantina
Open Waters
Whona nodded tiredly to the tender, "Send them over, watch out for anything my crew are tossing over."
She then turned back over to Dia, "Load the Mark 8's, then you'll be punching at Yamato weight, blast that son of a bitch."
Dia nodded shakily, her crew unloading the lighter shells and loading the 16" cannons with 2,700-pound ballistic caps. She waited impatiently for the crew to finish, and after about a minute she was given the green signal.
"Cover your ears, please." She warned Amy, the blast would be nowhere near as loud as someone like Cathy, but it'd spook someone close who wasn't prepared.
She turned full to port, locking in the same firing coordinates, "Full broadside away!"
The guns let fly their payload, with a shattering crack.
Whona turned to Amy, "Now I hate to be rude, but beach myself where exactly?"
She motioned to the expanse of water around them.
"Once we get back I'll beach myself gladly, but not right now."
She smiled wickedly, "Unless you want me to beach myself on their side, give them a surprise!"
Rustyal wrote:Recon plane Khorak-4.
In the skies.
The lone pilot found herself looking down at a smokescreen for some carrier or something- only to hear the screech of Abyssal engines. The fairy frantically looked around, panicking as the fighters dove on her. Almost instantly, the cloth armored biplane was completely shredded, combusting and spiraling out of control, straight down towards the ocean. The fairy grabbed her parachute, standing up and jumping away from the plane. Miraculously, she wasn't critically wounded.
Empress Catherine
Open Ocean
Catherine's 6 inch guns would fall silent, allowing herself to hear both Rhiannon's orders, and her own crew alert her to a lost plane. Catherine would give her weaponry about 30 seconds to cool off before everything started to switch to explosive rounds. Her massive waterjet engines would fall silent, allowing her to slowly drift to a halt. This was her strongpoint. Oh yes, this would be the greatest thing Catherine's crew would ever witness. Every SINGLE gun, from 37mm to 914mm, all rotated towards the enemy airbase.
"Comrades, you are to load and fire these guns as fast as humanly possible. 6 inch raises to 20 degrees. 12 inch raises to 13 degrees. 36 inch raises to 9 degrees." Catherine held herself steady, gripping onto her own rig and pushing one foot back, preparing for the immense recoil she was about to go through. She grit her teeth tightly, smiling like a madwoman as her 36 inch guns finally exited the loading process, raising accordingly.
"All guns, obliterate target airfield princess!"
That was all her fairies needed to hear. Just like that, the primary, secondary, and tertiary armament all blasted away, knocking her back a few feet. The 6 inch guns were firing erratically, due to slightly various loading speeds [blame the fairies]. The 12 inch guns would fire apart from the 36 inch guns, just to not tear herself apart. Atleast, that's what she intended. The largest hailstorm of explosives ever created at once unleashed upon the princess. "WHERE ARE YOUR AIRCRAFT NOW, CYKA!?" The 9 mile shockwave would be sent out every time those earthquake guns fired. And she would keep firing. Her superstructure was actually rattling from all the gunpowder.
Jebslund wrote:Battlegroup Hornissennest-hime, Sector DN-16, West of Battlegroup Bob-ouji
Hornissennest was not pleased, and the way she stormed into position let is show, her jet fighters taking off and buzzing angrily around her as she planned out how best to do her part in breaking up the enemy assault, the other ships of her battlegroup keeping pace (or doing their best) and watching carefully for enemy ships. Turmfalke had already launched both Fernglases, the recon planes flying as fast as possible toward the battle in the hopes of providing additional eyes for spotting, their flight paths carefully plotted to take them *around* the firing range of the massive fuck-off block of guns trying to sink Lamia and Comet, and the Fliegendeschweine, which raced to set up a steady link with the Harbor Water Demon by way of the Channel Water Princess and hold on-station, and was struggling to keep up and losing slowly, huffing and puffing slightly as she went.
Erika and Adelheid, both as fast as Hornissennest-hime, eagerly kept pace with her, hoping the enemy would send aircraft to attack the two Abyssal capital ships. As they waited, they sang a sea shanty*, though the shanty they sang was one translated into their native Kermanic, rather than its original language. Both Abyssals had their radars going, eagerly scanning the sky, and both had enough sense to sing off their radios.
Mary Read Kerman, by virtue of being the fastest of the group, alternated between leading and trailing the others of the main battlegroup as she used her sonar to hunt for subs, singing a different shanty* as she went.
Well behind the rest of the group, Kerriott ran as fast as she could across the water, panting like a dog on a hot July day in Phoenix, and worried sick about *her* destroyer. The other ships were big enough to look after themselves, but what would Mary Read Kerman, poor little Mary Read Kerman, do in the big, scary sea without her Kerriott to tend to her? What if she ran into that monster she'd heard about while looking for subs? What if she was alone and afraid and crying without her Kerriott to fix her and comfort her? What if she ran out of snacks? Those were the thoughts that spurred the destroyer-tender to wear herself out in a vain attempt to keep up, despite having lost sight of the others long since.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the main battlegroup arrived at their intended coordinates, Hornissennest-hime radioed Bob-ouji, "This is Hornissennest. I'm in position, planning a few strikes. Anything other than that tub of lard with the giant guns you want to stop floating, over?". As she spoke, Hornissennest-hime thought over her plan of attack a little more. First priority in breaking the back of the enemy's attack would be to sink the siege battleship, hopefully in time to save Lamia and Comet, if no one else. To this end, 10 Fliegendewaffels took off, joined by 20 Maschinenteufels, the former with bombs and the latter with torpedoes, and set off immediately, with the hope that the Fliegendewaffels' jamming equipment would let them get close enough to get at least half of the torpedoes and a few bombs off. Hornissennest-hime was under no delusions: The losses of that strike group would be heavy, and that they'd get their armaments off was a gamble at best. Second step would be to crush their landing force, with another 10/20 group of fighters sent to see to that. The remaining 20 Fliegendewaffels waited, armed, to be assigned targets as the final 10 Maschinenteufels were sent to maintain a CAP over Baka-Prince's battlegroup.*In order: Randy Dandy Oh and Poor Old Man
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Locust
Waiting as my radar showed the planes turning tail and running, I got a lock on where they were coming from. Hugging as close to the seafloor as I possibly could, my engines started up, slowly picking up speed as I glided over the seafloor, headed in the direction of the fleeing planes. It would take a while to get where they were headed to, so I chose to surface as soon as they were out of my radar range to make the trip shorter. In any case, I most likely had a better use in potentially sinking a carrier than trying to defend the base. As the seafloor began to fall, I fell with it, and when it would rise, I'd rise, as if I was a boat on the waves. But I could go much deeper than this, and I was proud of that. Well, if I could feel pride anyways, that program wasn't in my emotional database yet. Suddenly, I could see the floor end, turning into a cliff adjacent to a much deeper depth, which I of course descended to, my sonar searching for any return signals on the surface.
Kraicia wrote:HLFFS Heavenforetrekker / HLTS Hazel
Unknown Sector - Lost at Sea
O’ Grandseas, O’ Grandseas.
Farenout I sail the winds,
Farenout the glazensun,
In my glazenskip I sail,
Set to sea aloft and true.
O’ Grandseas, O’ Grandseas.
Here I was on the waves,
Far from friends’n’land ahoy.
Washed ‘way’n lost adrift,
But ne’er so much forgotten.
O’ Grandseas, O’ Grandseas.
Cast me the song of your winds,
For I must sail true and aloft,
Naught upon the storms,
But upon my way back home.
O’ Grandseas, O’ Grandseas.
Do not leave me adrift alone.
Do not let the waves engulf me.
Do not misguide me to my doom.
Nor shalt you smash me sails.
O’ Grandseas, O’ Grandseas.
If you’re listening to me,
Let me sprout my wings,
So I can take to the skies,
For I am the Heavenforetrekker.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Suoji » Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:41 am
by Rustyal » Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:47 am
by Jebslund » Sun Feb 04, 2018 2:25 pm
The Selkie wrote:[shnip]
[spoiler=Jebslund- and CDS-II-Quote]Jebslund wrote:Battlegroup Hornissennest-hime, Sector DN-16, West of Battlegroup Bob-ouji
Hornissennest was not pleased, and the way she stormed into position let is show, her jet fighters taking off and buzzing angrily around her as she planned out how best to do her part in breaking up the enemy assault, the other ships of her battlegroup keeping pace (or doing their best) and watching carefully for enemy ships. Turmfalke had already launched both Fernglases, the recon planes flying as fast as possible toward the battle in the hopes of providing additional eyes for spotting, their flight paths carefully plotted to take them *around* the firing range of the massive fuck-off block of guns trying to sink Lamia and Comet, and the Fliegendeschweine, which raced to set up a steady link with the Harbor Water Demon by way of the Channel Water Princess and hold on-station, and was struggling to keep up and losing slowly, huffing and puffing slightly as she went.
Erika and Adelheid, both as fast as Hornissennest-hime, eagerly kept pace with her, hoping the enemy would send aircraft to attack the two Abyssal capital ships. As they waited, they sang a sea shanty*, though the shanty they sang was one translated into their native Kermanic, rather than its original language. Both Abyssals had their radars going, eagerly scanning the sky, and both had enough sense to sing off their radios.
Mary Read Kerman, by virtue of being the fastest of the group, alternated between leading and trailing the others of the main battlegroup as she used her sonar to hunt for subs, singing a different shanty* as she went.
Well behind the rest of the group, Kerriott ran as fast as she could across the water, panting like a dog on a hot July day in Phoenix, and worried sick about *her* destroyer. The other ships were big enough to look after themselves, but what would Mary Read Kerman, poor little Mary Read Kerman, do in the big, scary sea without her Kerriott to tend to her? What if she ran into that monster she'd heard about while looking for subs? What if she was alone and afraid and crying without her Kerriott to fix her and comfort her? What if she ran out of snacks? Those were the thoughts that spurred the destroyer-tender to wear herself out in a vain attempt to keep up, despite having lost sight of the others long since.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the main battlegroup arrived at their intended coordinates, Hornissennest-hime radioed Bob-ouji, "This is Hornissennest. I'm in position, planning a few strikes. Anything other than that tub of lard with the giant guns you want to stop floating, over?". As she spoke, Hornissennest-hime thought over her plan of attack a little more. First priority in breaking the back of the enemy's attack would be to sink the siege battleship, hopefully in time to save Lamia and Comet, if no one else. To this end, 10 Fliegendewaffels took off, joined by 20 Maschinenteufels, the former with bombs and the latter with torpedoes, and set off immediately, with the hope that the Fliegendewaffels' jamming equipment would let them get close enough to get at least half of the torpedoes and a few bombs off. Hornissennest-hime was under no delusions: The losses of that strike group would be heavy, and that they'd get their armaments off was a gamble at best. Second step would be to crush their landing force, with another 10/20 group of fighters sent to see to that. The remaining 20 Fliegendewaffels waited, armed, to be assigned targets as the final 10 Maschinenteufels were sent to maintain a CAP over Baka-Prince's battlegroup.
[shnip]
Battlegroup Baka-Prince. Sector DN-16, Flag Group, Carrier Group 2.
He noted the presence of the CAP above their heads, courtesy of the Aircraft Carrier Princess Hornissennest, with a smile and a nod, as well as her request for orders.
Chill was lost, that was without a question to anyone involved, but they could still turn this around and make this a very pyrrhic victory for the enemy. One, that they would never forget or want to repeat.
[Negative, Hornissennest.], he spoke into his radio, [Do not, I repeat, do not engage that gigantic pink-skinned bitch. Instead, divert your attacking force towards the enemy carrier group. Target is everything they can get their bombs into.] He grinned. [I'm hearing singing - everything alright?]
Meanwhile, ASW-Group 3, the dedicated ASW-force he had at his disposal, had dispersed, their sonars pinging for enemy submarines in regular intervals. So far, they didn't find anything, but the Baka-Prince was quite sure, that it wouldn't stay that way for too long.
[Armoured Cruiser Princess.], he called into his radio, asking for the eldest of the group, [How are you keeping up?]
[shnip]
by Kraicia » Sun Feb 04, 2018 6:47 pm
The Selkie wrote:-snip-
by Mestovakia » Mon Feb 05, 2018 6:58 am
by Legatia » Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:47 am
LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector DN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1000 hours
by The Cross and Davids Star » Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:55 am
by Sleet Clans » Mon Feb 05, 2018 10:56 am
by Novaya Equestria » Mon Feb 05, 2018 3:13 pm
by New Antonalia » Mon Feb 05, 2018 6:16 pm
Legatia wrote:LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector DN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1000 hours
Coriolanus sighed for a second. The objective had been completed, but.. at what cost? Half the fleet was wrecked, and there were still landing forces on the ground. She felt ashamed she hadn't taken any hits yet, but.. perhaps that was yet to change. She wrapped her arm around Sergei, holding him up.
"..Flag to landing forces and escorting warships. Begin to withdraw immediately, but scatter mines on the beachhead and mark where you put them. I want that area secure until we can come back for it, we cannot remain here."
Turning to Catherine, she gave a brief nod, continuing her transmissions. "Any carriers still flight capable, keep your fighters up in a screen about yourself and get back to base. Capital ships that are damaged, stay with them. Escort ships and are still covering the flanks. Begin to fallback immediately. Battlegroup Caty, form up alongside myself, we're the rear guard. Out."
She sighed. A retreat was not what she wanted, but what she had to do. Drawing her main guns about her portside, she aimed off at where she knew the battlegroup was. "I'll keep my antiair on alert. Sergei, go form up that way. You're too damaged to be on the front."
by The Selkie » Tue Feb 06, 2018 2:42 am
Kraicia wrote:The Selkie wrote:-snip-
HLFFS Heaveforetrekker / HLTS Hazel
Sector DN-15
Aloft the tristenseas,
Allein and farenout,
Einmachallein I am,
Naught as I sorgloss.
Thou, the seas, begone!
Begone your endlossweite!
Begone your schlimmwellen!
And begone your starkwale!
Thou, the nacht, cometh!
Cometh forth at last!
Cometh forth your spur!
And cometh forth your stars!
Alleinfurnun, land is nigh.
Frischundschun ‘tis grith,
I see gluhendgoldsand.
O’ Glazennachtnordlichkruz,
I Shalt Pray and Underwrite,
Dann then vlug I’ll see thee.
(Chorus; 2x)
Mestovakia wrote:Re Class
"I'm...under here! She called out, muffled by the rubble which was on top of her...though when she thought about it, there wasn't that much. If she put her back into it....
The rubble shifted and a dust covered white-haired girl emerged...a Shipgirl. Somehow, she had been summoned by the Dive Bomber torso tackle. The girl flexed her arms experimentally, before looking around. "Wait one second...this isn't London."
Legatia wrote:LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector DN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1000 hours
Coriolanus sighed for a second. The objective had been completed, but.. at what cost? Half the fleet was wrecked, and there were still landing forces on the ground. She felt ashamed she hadn't taken any hits yet, but.. perhaps that was yet to change. She wrapped her arm around Sergei, holding him up.
"..Flag to landing forces and escorting warships. Begin to withdraw immediately, but scatter mines on the beachhead and mark where you put them. I want that area secure until we can come back for it, we cannot remain here."
Turning to Catherine, she gave a brief nod, continuing her transmissions. "Any carriers still flight capable, keep your fighters up in a screen about yourself and get back to base. Capital ships that are damaged, stay with them. Escort ships and are still covering the flanks. Begin to fallback immediately. Battlegroup Caty, form up alongside myself, we're the rear guard. Out."
She sighed. A retreat was not what she wanted, but what she had to do. Drawing her main guns about her portside, she aimed off at where she knew the battlegroup was. "I'll keep my antiair on alert. Sergei, go form up that way. You're too damaged to be on the front."
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet
Deciding not to focus down the remaining attackers, Prophet paused as the abyssals belonging to the Princess fell, and watched as the princess herself became no more. He was silent, taking in what just happened, before a small whisper escaped his lips.
"The Airfield Princess is dead..." He whispered, a wide grin slowly forming on his face until it took up most of his face. Prophet repeated what he said, shouting this time, his crew letting out a triumphant shout, until watchmen spotted abyssal planes headed for the carriers, prompting his crewmen to sound the air raid alarms. Prophet's grin disappeared, knowing that he couldn't take on three fronts of aircraft alone, especially in the state he was in, with his flight deck rendered inoperable. Acting quickly, he began the process which made the fog from combat practice the day before, replacing the water in his boilers with liquid nitrogen, which quickly evaporated and ejected itself from his smokestacks before cooling again into a fog, expanding due to the heat as it spread out, quickly enveloping Prophet and anything else near him, as the fog advanced toward his allies, creating the cover necessary to keep the fighters from being accurate.
"Prophet to Flag, I have multiple attacks incoming, my fog won't last forever, and most of us here are on AA reserves." He transmitted, turning and retreating at half pace to keep everyone in the fog.
Salvation
Salvation listened to Stilly speak, he was relieved to know that she didn't receive any severe internal injuries, while also imagining what Amy looked like based on her description.
"Well, proper introductions will have to wait until we get back, but I would very much like to meet her." Salvation replied, smiling slightly, before looking over in Prophet's direction as he covered himself in fog.
"Oh, that isn't good, the carriers might be getting overwhelmed. But I cant get over there because those damn torps busted my turbines." He added, replacing his smile with a scowl.
Locust
I eventually reached the battle, my sonar confirming that with multiple sonar returns, both allied and hostile. I noted some larger returns, obviously battleships and carriers, on the abyssal's side of the fight. Diving down as far as the seafloor let me, I began operating on silent running as I approached the capital ships, poised to kill them off one by one. In response, my combat module engaged, changing my personality to a much more serious one, as the top entrance of my vehicle bay opened, revealing the Type-A minisubs in my care, ready to sink anything they could. Of course, I was too deep to get any radio signals, so I didn't hear the flagship's order to withdraw.
Novaya Equestria wrote:Sea Battle
"There goes that Abyssal! Maybe we're winning this after all!" Said Chrysantheme, remarking on Chill's demise while launching torpedoes at an Abyssal cruiser or two. "Ja. That will help demoralize the Palefreaks." Said Shiroiyuki, who have said a racist and derogatory term for Abyssals. "Isn't that racist, Shiro?" Shinosaki asked, hearing that term. "Yes, why?" Shiroiyuki asked. "You said something racist, which contradicts our narion's anti-duscrimination stance. Maybe being racist should work." Shinosaki replied. "Oi, do not call them Palefreaks. That was racist." Novaya said. "Our culture doesn't have any racism." He added just as a transmission from the Naval Basr reaches him.
"Stand by. Got a transmission from base." Said Novaya as he listens to what a fairy has to say. "What?! Roger that!" He replied to the fairy before reporting to Coriolanus via radio, "Rear Admiral! The Naval Base just got raided! I say again - Naval Base got raided by a few squadrons or so! You never told us about circumstances of the Naval Base getting raided! Shoulsd we withdraw?!"
Naval Base
"Get those aircraft up and running!" Said the Novayan major general Tohka as pilots rushed towards their aircraft to scramble and take out the Abyssal aircraft. The Novayan fairies continued firing at the Abyssal aircraft. Several Novayan fairies were firing at the Abyssal aircraft with their infantry weapons and machine guns that were placed on some ground vehicles. It's a major clusterfuck of a nightmare, though.
Jebslund wrote:The Selkie wrote:[shnip]
[shnip]
Battlegroup Baka-Prince. Sector DN-16, Flag Group, Carrier Group 2.
He noted the presence of the CAP above their heads, courtesy of the Aircraft Carrier Princess Hornissennest, with a smile and a nod, as well as her request for orders.
Chill was lost, that was without a question to anyone involved, but they could still turn this around and make this a very pyrrhic victory for the enemy. One, that they would never forget or want to repeat.
[Negative, Hornissennest.], he spoke into his radio, [Do not, I repeat, do not engage that gigantic pink-skinned bitch. Instead, divert your attacking force towards the enemy carrier group. Target is everything they can get their bombs into.] He grinned. [I'm hearing singing - everything alright?]
Meanwhile, ASW-Group 3, the dedicated ASW-force he had at his disposal, had dispersed, their sonars pinging for enemy submarines in regular intervals. So far, they didn't find anything, but the Baka-Prince was quite sure, that it wouldn't stay that way for too long.
[Armoured Cruiser Princess.], he called into his radio, asking for the eldest of the group, [How are you keeping up?]
[shnip]
Battlegroup Hornissennest
[We're fine, Bob. Seems some of my escort is a little overeager. Regardless, divert order is acknowledged. Those carriers will sink if I have to ram them myself, over.], Hornissennest-hime replied, ordering her remaining Fliegendewaffels to take off as she did. She would berate herself for allowing her frustration to supplant her reason another time. For now, there were some Kanmusu carriers that needed to be stored in Davy Kerman's locker, and she wasn't returning to port under her own power until they were.
[Alle Kampfflugzeuge greifen auf die feindliche Trägergruppe um und meiden die Seekuh. Wenn es schwimmt, versenke es. Wenn es fliegt und nicht unseres ist, schießen Sie es nieder. Kehre nicht zurück, bis der Gegner außer der Aufrüstung und dem Tanken zerstört ist.1], Hornissennest-hime ordered, [Mary Read Kerman, halten Sie Ausschau nach U-Booten und Hör auf mit dem fickenden Singen auf. Dasselbe gilt für dich, Adelheid und Erika. Wir sind hier, um ihnen dabei zu helfen, diese Schrotthaufen für ihre Kühnheit zu schlagen, nicht um ein verdammtes Konzert zu halten. Ihr beide achtet auf gegnerische Flugzeuge und bleibt ruhig.2]
[Ja, meine Dame.], came the simple, to the point response from Mary Read Kerman as she stopped her singing and focused on subhunting. While it was true that she was only one ship, Mary Read Kerman was not about to let any subs slip by her. Like she'd done until her makers neglected her, May Read Kerman would sink any sub that tried to get close. After all, what good was a Pirat that couldn't find sunken treasure? By contrast, the two light cruisers quieted their singing, but only enough that their princess, and, by extension, anyone on the other end of her radio, wouldn't hear (they hoped).
Turmfalke was panting heavily when she finally caught up. [Bei allem Respekt, aber dir ist klar, dass du meine Arbeit verdammt unmöglich machst, wenn du so stürmst, oder? Ganz zu schweigen von dem Jammern, das Kerriott aufbringen wird, wenn sie endlich hier ist.3], she grumbled, [Ich weiß, dass wir zu spät zur Party sind, aber mich zurückzulassen, wird dich immer noch ohne viel Anti-Schiff-Deckung verlassen.4]
[Funk. STILLE.5], came Hornissennest's terse, hissed reply. There was a time for such chiding and complaining, and now, in the middle of combat, was most definitely *not* it. Chill's death did nothing to better the carrier Princess's mood, and Hornissennest decided that her assault wasn't going to end with the enemy's carriers. [Bob. If your group were to engage, how long do you think you can hold Beauty Queen on station? I have an idea.], she asked, her tone suggesting her idea was nothing less than utterly spiteful.
Speer Ein/Null:
The fighters that were intended for the giant battleship fortress immediately altered their course, practically hugging the surface of the water as they went, for an intercept point to the south of the enemy carrier group. Halfway to said intercept point, half of the Maschinenteufels broke off, throttling up to ideally reach a third intercept point before the others, their mission to drop their torpedoes, prioritizing any carriers that still had usable fighters, then dance around for the enemy, hopefully straining resources that couldn't have been very plentiful by this point.
Speer Null
As the decoy group closed to within 20 km of the enemy, the formation split, the fighters picking out targets and lining up for torpedo runs.
Speer Ein:
As the remaining fighters closed to within 30km, the Fleigendewaffels turned on their jammers, remaining below the radar horizon as they waited to close further. At 20 km, the formation loosened, spreading out in anticipation of incoming anti-air fire and began picking out targets.
Speer Zwei:
As the fighters diverted from their original target, they, too hugged the surface of the water, though, as they made for an intercept point west of the enemy carriers, though there was no split at the halfway point. As the fighters closed to within 30km, the Fleigendewaffels turned on their jammers, remaining below the radar horizon as they waited to close further. At 20 km, the formation loosened, spreading out in anticipation of incoming anti-air fire and began picking out targets.
Speer Drei:
As soon as the Fleigendewaffels were airborne, they began flying, beneath the radar horizon, like all the other spears, for an intercept point northwest of the enemy carriers. As the fighters closed to within 30km, they turned on their jammers, remaining below the radar horizon as they waited to close further. At 20 km, the formation loosened, spreading out in anticipation of incoming anti-air fire and began picking out targets.
Translations:
1: All fighter attack groups, divert to enemy carrier group, and avoid the sea cow. If it floats, sink it. If it flies and isn't ours, shoot it down. Do not return until the enemy is crushed except for rearmament and refueling.
2: Mary Read Kerman, look for submarines, and stop that fucking singing. Same with you, Adelheid and Erika. We're here to aid in beating these scrap heaps down for their temerity, not to hold a damn concert. You two watch for enemy aircraft and keep quiet.
3: All due respect, but you do realise you make my job damn near impossible when you go storming off like that, right? Not to mention the whining fit Kerriott's going to pitch when she finally gets here.
4: I know we're late to the party, but leaving me behind is still going to leave you without much in the way of anti-ship cover.
5: Radio. SILENCE.
Sleet Clans wrote:WHU-BOOM!
The thunderous explosion on the surface was audible even below the waves, where Nevlamas was sneakily making her way back to the allied fleet after planting a salvo of torpedoes into that Airfield Princess (Lamia). Not that that did any good...maybe it caused some flooding, but the Sleetavian was sure that she hadn't killed her, only pissed her and all surrounding Abyssals off. That was the very reason she was running at 5 knots just underneath the thermal layer: She was, you know, trying to sneak away from the ASW ships that were probably hounding for her head on a pike.
As she breached the thermal layer when she thought it was safe to do so, torpedo tubes reloaded, her sonar picked up her comrades withdrawing. When the Sleetavian raised her periscope to investigate as to just why they were running, her eyes saw the reason for doing so:
Their task force, seemingly invincible at port, was for lack of better words, fucking hammered. Her 'scope could see their carriers battered, multiple capital ships and their escorts leaking oil and other debris, and the wreckage on the surface was seemingly everywhere. She spied various amounts of bodies in the sea too, floating lifelessly, never to walk the Earth again. Nevlamas was no stranger to war; Indeed, the Second World War that pitted her country against Japan had made too many of her countrymen make the ultimate sacrifice. Even now, swarms of Abyssal aircraft were either retreating or making last-ditch attacks on their ships
To make sure that her allies could get away without some underwater threat surprise-buttsecksing them, Nevlamas turned about 45 degrees to her port to clear her baffles, and threw out her passive sonar to detect any Abyssal submarines behind them. As the task force retreated more and more, the Sleetavian continually cleared her baffles, keeping pace with them and making sure that her comrades weren't blind from behind as most ships with sonar would be. If she detected anything, she would immediately turn to engage and cover her retreating friends....and give her life if she had to.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Novaya Equestria » Tue Feb 06, 2018 3:52 am
by Jebslund » Tue Feb 06, 2018 5:01 am
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet
Deciding not to focus down the remaining attackers, Prophet paused as the abyssals belonging to the Princess fell, and watched as the princess herself became no more. He was silent, taking in what just happened, before a small whisper escaped his lips.
"The Airfield Princess is dead..." He whispered, a wide grin slowly forming on his face until it took up most of his face. Prophet repeated what he said, shouting this time, his crew letting out a triumphant shout, until watchmen spotted abyssal planes headed for the carriers, prompting his crewmen to sound the air raid alarms. Prophet's grin disappeared, knowing that he couldn't take on three fronts of aircraft alone, especially in the state he was in, with his flight deck rendered inoperable. Acting quickly, he began the process which made the fog from combat practice the day before, replacing the water in his boilers with liquid nitrogen, which quickly evaporated and ejected itself from his smokestacks before cooling again into a fog, expanding due to the heat as it spread out, quickly enveloping Prophet and anything else near him, as the fog advanced toward his allies, creating the cover necessary to keep the fighters from being accurate.
"Prophet to Flag, I have multiple attacks incoming, my fog won't last forever, and most of us here are on AA reserves." He transmitted, turning and retreating at half pace to keep everyone in the fog.
Salvation
Salvation listened to Stilly speak, he was relieved to know that she didn't receive any severe internal injuries, while also imagining what Amy looked like based on her description.
"Well, proper introductions will have to wait until we get back, but I would very much like to meet her." Salvation replied, smiling slightly, before looking over in Prophet's direction as he covered himself in fog.
"Oh, that isn't good, the carriers might be getting overwhelmed. But I cant get over there because those damn torps busted my turbines." He added, replacing his smile with a scowl.
[shnip]
Novaya Equestria wrote:Sea Battle
"Dammit. This is why we NEED to step up our game, Rhiannon." Novaya said, displeased of Coeiolanus's battle plan, which is flawed thanks to the fact that the Naval Base got bombed. "Roger! Novayan landing fairies, it is time to pull return to me. We lost a lot of fairies, so we should try to rescue them as possible." Broadsword spoke to the fairies, as Molihua and Chrysantheme went to rescue any fairies in the water while Shinosaki loads Type 3 shells in case of any Abyssal aircraft that dares to come to Allied airspace. "Will do, but after I finish rescue fairies!" Chrysantheme replied, and, upon rescuing fairies, joins Searc in blasting the Abyssals. "Also, we should leave with the loot and the fairies rescued, bevause I felt that the Palefreaks might strike again." Said Shiroiyuki, who receives a warning from Novaya not to call them Palefreaks. "Sorry." Shiroiyuki replied.
[shnip]
The Selkie wrote:[shnipshipshnipshnip]
Searc. With the carriers.
So far, no one jumped on my help-offer, which was not exactly fine with me. I was responsible for this, I wanted to help to fix this.
I... I... felt more then down. Depressed would be the wrong word, as I did not feel empty inside, but enraged. At myself, my own faults, the enemy for attacking them and... it was an ugly, ugly, black smoke belching fire, what roared inside of me.
And it wanted to consume.
Then, the orders to withdraw came, and with it the order for the escorts to move to the flanks. I nodded... I could do that. As much as I could do that when Prophet reported an incoming airstrike.
That would not fly on my watch! Not this time!
The smoke would help organize a counter, give us a few more moments.
"Searc, Carrier Group, please withdraw and provide CAP. That includes you, Prophet.", I spoke into my radio. "Searc, Chrysantheme, how about the two pretty lassies we are give those little buggers a little surprise to ruin their day?!"
With the last words, I let loose a salvo of VT-shells, my longbow swishing as the arrow was released. As much as they remained under the radar horizon, an unfair tactic (which we would exploit, too), the more vulnerable they were as they did not have space to dodge. I admit, that I fired in their general direction, the combination of being below the horizon and Prophet's smoke making it difficult for me to see and for my gunners to aim, but that would not detract us.
We were firing at them, both in the hopes of hitting them and in the hopes of drawing their fire.
I presented my boardside to them.
[shnip]
Battlegroup Baka-Prince. Sector DN-15.
[Is that so...], the Prince mumbled into his radio, smiling at his Secretary and Adjutant, Taalke, an Elite Ta-class Battleship. She was pretty, her pale complexion and white hair flowing in the wind, but that was not why he had her as his Secretary. She was a hard-working individual, first and foremost.
And she had good instincts.
[Iantha, Ia, Iatiana.], she barked at the three Late-Model I-class Destroyers with the Flag-Group and had them perk up, [Begin an ASW-sweep around us. Wolftraud, I would appreciate you doing the same.]
The Wo-class Carrier nodded, her three Late-Model Elite I-classes, Ira, Iraia and Ireen, beginning the tedious work as well. The two leading vessels of Carrier Group 2, Wolftraud and her light carrier companion, soon began to launch aircraft as well, bolstering the CAP above them... and adding a few bombers to the mix. Depending on how the attack on the carrier group would go, they would take their targets either there or with the battleships.
A moment later, the dulcet sounds of sonar pings went out into the water... and returned something. Be it whale or submarine, a moment later, the first depth charges were projected into the general direction of the enemy.
But Baka-Prince was not done yet. [Hornissennest.], he spoke into his radio with a small smile. He liked it, when people got creative. [What is that idea you have and how can we help you?]
[shnip]
The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Locust
I eventually reached the battle, my sonar confirming that with multiple sonar returns, both allied and hostile. I noted some larger returns, obviously battleships and carriers, on the abyssal's side of the fight. Diving down as far as the seafloor let me, I began operating on silent running as I approached the capital ships, poised to kill them off one by one. In response, my combat module engaged, changing my personality to a much more serious one, as the top entrance of my vehicle bay opened, revealing the Type-A minisubs in my care, ready to sink anything they could. Of course, I was too deep to get any radio signals, so I didn't hear the flagship's order to withdraw.
by The Cross and Davids Star » Tue Feb 06, 2018 7:54 am
by Rustyal » Tue Feb 06, 2018 4:20 pm
by Sterkistan » Wed Feb 07, 2018 8:40 am
The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-
Also New Antolania
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