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by Sleet Clans » Wed Aug 01, 2018 4:16 pm
by New Antonalia » Tue Aug 07, 2018 8:19 pm
by Parcia » Tue Aug 07, 2018 8:38 pm
by The Selkie » Wed Aug 08, 2018 12:27 am
Parcia wrote:PCGC Sergei Petranko
Roughly 54 miles from current engagement zone
Sergei could, of course, pick up the radio chatter of the battle, even hear the echos of the largest of the fleets guns firing. IT was his choice to pick the far out picket spot, knowing full well there would be combat, but a full on ambush?
Those equipped with radar would see his little form chugging happily along, what would seem off to them would be him going through the ice sheet at a steady 12 knots, the ice folding and cracking in front of his rig. He was...ancy, to say the least. Such a large instance of combat so close, it had him out of his element. His usual bright white and red paint job was done over and repainted a gun metal gray with vertical white stripes to better hide him in the vast sheets of ice.
His sonar was on high, detecting both hidden burgs, yet no submarines. He was secretly hoping his little patrol rout would let him skirt the combat zone, clearing out pack ice and maybe setting out some depth charges. He was armed, of course, his two 130s being loaded in ready...but against some of the enemies sighted? They would be but pop guns.
He perked his ears up, his sonar pinging against something roughly a mile ahead of him, it was too deep to be a berg and moved too fast for a berg on a flow. He wrote it down in his little log, nothing down his location, time, and the location of the contact.
He clicked his radio to the convoy, "Convoy convoy convoy, unidentified submerged contact, bearing 124 relative your position, designating sierra 8, over."
He opened up the throttle, pushing 18 knits as he stated to crash through the ice, he readied his depth Charge launcher. He reached out behind him and tumbled the little A-3 that stood attach to his flight deck. "Not yet." He placed it back on the deck and kept pushing forward.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Higher Japan » Thu Aug 09, 2018 1:52 am
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by Jebslund » Sun Aug 12, 2018 10:43 am
Higher Japan wrote:Supply convoy, Continental POV
As Kadesh released more depth charges into the water, I switched back to my standard surface radar array. The interception was closing in fast and some ships were firing off at them, although most would fall short. Her stern was bleeding speed but she still had to sail on. By now the fire on the supplies ship had been extinguished and they could carry on. I radioed out one message to the relief fleet, just as a torpedo detonated early just millimeters away. That was too close.
"Continental to relief force, subs closing in faster, surface fleet on their way. Hurry up!"
Abyssal fleets
As depth charges fell into the water, the submarines began to rapidly disperse although 2 were hit to medium damage and another 4 ended up colliding with damage ranging from none to moderate. However now they'd begun moving in a new pattern, hiding under the sheets of ice as torpedoes began to come out from the sheets. However, ultimately the fleet slowly began to change position as torpedoes came from every angle save for starboard.
Closing in rapidly, the abyssal interception fleet which had now come under fire began to maneuver out of the way of the incoming shells as their formation changed to line abreast, completely going parallel to the convoy. A few shells had hit the other ships but nothing too major. "All ships, give them hell!" With a few flashes, a full abyssal broadside was fired upon the convoy, aimed at the smaller ships as one struck Continental in her forward elevated turret. All the while, flak and anti air fire began to be released from the abyssals, still heading line abreast parallel to the convoy.
Soon enough torpedoes would be sporadically launched if possible as a spread of 5 now approached from starboard steadily while their port and front would receive sporadic torpedoes from the submarines.
Fast Response Force
"All ships, these are your orders. Capital ships, provide heavy gun support. Aim for the torpedo cruiser in the middle, if needed use the Saiun as a spotter. Ships capable of moving through the ice please move in and intercept the submarines. Locust I need you to help the ships break through the front, destroy the submarines there. Ships without ASW are to follow as a rear echelon in case of abyssal air raids. Whatever you do do not engage the princess in direct combat. Now, forwards!", Higashikawa shouted, increasing his speed slightly as a Saiun squad of 3 flew over the fleet, heading towards the convoy and the abyssal interception force closing in.
Just then he heard another radio message. Carrier support. "All carriers, please help to cover the convoy. The submarines are hiding under the sheets so please try to clear it by all means. We'll also need you to distract the ships in the interception force, leave none of them floating."
[NOTE: Spoilered text removed]The Selkie wrote:RKN Kadesh, with the Supply Convoy.
While the Novayans were finally making themselves useful, I nodded... well, friendly air cover was always good. Didn't always enjoy that, that's for sure...
"Carriers, watch the AA-Fireworks. We don't want any of your planes riddled with friendly holes, now do we?", I asked over radio, wanting to add something (most likely a ruffle for Novaya for not remembering the name of our base's commanding officer or his radio designation) as another radio message came in.
This was a male voice, hurried and in stress: "Convoy convoy convoy, unidentified submerged contact, bearing 124 relative your position, designating sierra 8, over."
I turned so my ASDIC could either confirm or deny the existance of that contact before releasing my own Depth Charge Catapult and spoke into my radio: "RKN Kadesh, Unident-Ah!"
My scream came from one of the Abyssal-Shells hitting me, this time something major. This was a major shell, or rather, which shell wasn't major for an unarmoured destroyer? My damage control went to work, going into overdrive.
One of the first things they reported, along with a tickle of blood along my forehead, one of my legs limp: "Kadesh, Continental, I'm hit. Port Turbine is out. Need a tow!"
SDFS Tine.
I scoffed as Foxy and myself fell back to let the others pass - rear echelon!
Pah!
Rear Echelon... I understood the reasoning, it was wiser that way with subs and aircraft attacking us and the convoy, but still... we are torpedo boats. Our job is not to be over-glorified escort vessels, but to be the ones the other side needs escorts for. We are there to attack.
And so, we fell back, to provide rear echelon support, AA-weaponry at the ready.
Come, little Abyssals!, I thought to myself, Come and play!
Foxy, on the other hand, I could see that, was calm and stoic, but only I could see a fire burning in her eyes. Rear Echelon on the retreat would mean the last in the formation... and that meant one simple, yet very effective thing: Mines.
Many, many mines.
by Fantrum » Sun Aug 12, 2018 1:57 pm
by The Selkie » Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:08 pm
Fantrum wrote:Glorious
Things had gone to hell in rather quick fashion. Id acknowledged my orders while we steamed out, and a weight had settled in my stomach. There were a lot of submarines waiting for us. No one could call me a coward, I liked to think I was far from that actually, but subs gave me the nervous willys. I couldnt see them, and I couldnt fight them. There was something unnatural about ships that sailed under the water. Regardless, there were plenty of targets above the waves too, so Id have to focus on what I could do instead of worrying about what I couldnt.
That said, as we approached the beleaguered convoy the longer ranged battleships started opening up at extreme range. Just a tinge jealous of their much larger guns, I continued to sail in company with the small torpedo boat sisters. Figuring that they would have a means of fighting off the subs, but need a little protection from larger ships. At some point, enemy bombers started to appear overhead, and everyone around me began firing into the air. Nothing else to concentrate on, I joined them in their mostly ineffectual barrage, since the planes were so high up only my five inch secondaries had a hope of hitting them.
Of course, then we had to start dodging bombs and before I knew it, we had linked up with the convoy proper. Now I had to dodge bombs and torpedoes. Awesome.
"Kadesh, Continental, I'm hit. Port Turbine is out. Need a tow!"
I was broken out of my combat tunnel vision by a cry over the general frequency, apparently Continental was the convoy leader, but whoever Kadesh was needed help. Seeing as I couldnt do a damn thing against the subs and the other ships seemed to have a lid on the surface contacts, I moved in shield the limping destroyer. A disabled ship in combat was a dead ship, especially with all the torpedoes swimming about. I knew I was making myself into a target, but there was nothing else for it.
"Glory, Continental, Im moving to render assistance to Kadesh, will rejoin the fleet once shes out of danger." I shouted over the chaos of battle. Closing in, my anti aircraft fire drove away a few brave bombers. "Hey there!" I was close enough that I didnt need to clutter the radio waves to talk to the damaged girl, "FNS Glory at your service, you seem to need some help!" The cheerfulness in my voice was betrayed by the gravity of the situation. Instead of further small talk, I held out my hand, "Lets get you clear of the combat zone, before they take an interest in your continued well being."
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Fantrum » Sun Aug 12, 2018 8:20 pm
The Selkie wrote:Snip
by The Selkie » Mon Aug 13, 2018 12:57 am
Fantrum wrote:The Selkie wrote:Snip
Dispite myself I smiled. It was the worst place for it, with bombs and shells going off around us, but still. I brushed off her almost starstruck gaze as someone being rescued and grasped her hand with my own. Effortlessly, I pulled her in close and wrapped my arm around her protectively. There was no way I could maneuver quickly with her dead weight, but that was unavoidable.
"The pleasure's all mine Kaddy, Id expect youd do the same for me!" Pulling a sharp turn to port, I started motor the direction I had come, where the rest of the relief force could protect the Destroyer while I waded back into the combat. Much easier said than done when Abyssials could smell blood in the water. "I cant fight like you destroyers can," I said, trying to lighten the mood, "Not against subs," Out of my peripheral vision I saw a gun flash, and instinct took over as I twisted and crouched in one fluid motion. The sudden move crushed the poor girl against my chest but a split second later a large caliber shell exploded on my rig, shaking us both. "But I can take a hit or two," I managed through my grimace, "Ouch."
"Noncritical damage," I stood up and released the girl from my suffocating embrace, "Oh, um, sorry." I was a little sheepish about it, but Id rather the discomfort than let someone kill one of my own. Hopefully the commotion wouldnt draw the attention of any submarines, or else we'd both be in some pretty bad straights. I tried not to let my concern show on my face, choosing instead to return fire against whoever had shot at us with my own much larger guns.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Rustyal » Tue Aug 14, 2018 7:43 pm
by Fantrum » Wed Aug 15, 2018 10:11 pm
by The Selkie » Thu Aug 16, 2018 1:35 am
Fantrum wrote:Glorious
Everything considered, things could be going a lot worse than they were. On one hand I had to keep an eye out for incoming torpedoes, and on the other I couldn't let up on the suppression Anti aircraft fire. "What a way to make an entrance, huh!" I shouted over the din of battle. In truth, the whole convoy was lucky they had been jumped this close to the naval district had they been further out to sea there would have been nothing left for the relief force to relieve.
As it was, with most of the combat happening under water, there wasnt much for me to do anyway, aside from coming to the timely rescue of a cute heavy destroyer. Regardless, I couldnt help but feel the fleet had been mismanaged. We'd sortied without a flagship against a force we could only really guess at with ships more suited for the line of battle than rapidly responding to a distress call. Not to mention the fact that of our number, only a very few could actually even respond to the greatest threat! "This whole operation is kinda fubar, but at least we seem to be winning, right?" I absently commented.
Not being able to see what was trying to kill me was really infuriating, especially since the surface contact had been driven off and I had nothing to shoot at. Still. I had a new mission, I was going to evacuate Kaddy and probably attempt to link up with Continental. While I would love nothing more than to personally escort the damaged destroyer back to the base, the other girls might need me there, if for nothing else than to give the enemy something to shoot at. It was a hard thing to do, leaving a job incomplete, even if I did plan on leaving her with capable girls.
I was roughly thrown out of my distracting mental battle when the real battle reasserted itself. A fairy lookout was freaking out, and I had exactly two seconds to react before the torpedo slammed into my port hull just forward of amidships. The detonation threw me on top of Kaddy, who had been to my starboard, and blew off one of my triple 12in mounts. My cloths, once a beautiful set of dress whites, were now so much shredded rags and blood streamed freely from my thigh.
Quickly, and somewhat groggily, I rolled off Kaddy with a groan and spat blood into the water, "I hate torpedoes, owie." Ripping off the remaining leg on my trousers, I wrapped it around my gushing wound and tried to stand with a gasp of pain. "The flooding's bad, but its under control... kinda." I didnt feel like it was under control. In fact I felt like shit. I could trade shellfire with cruisers all day without a scratch, but torpedoes... I'd never been made with underwater protection in mind. "Oh my god! Are you alright!" I reached down and hauled Kadesh to her own feet and started to assess her damage, while sailing in the general direction of 'away'. Thats when I remembered my radio and the wider battle, "Glory, command, critical damage received, Im retiring from battle."
My speed would suffer as a result of the hit, but I could still go faster than Kaddy probably could with only one shaft, "Dont worry... Ill get us outta here." My suddenly tired voice betrayed how hurt I felt. In truth, Id probably feel pretty sheepish later for being taken out by a torpedo that likely wasnt even aimed for me, but in the moment, all I could think about was getting out and living to feel sheepish.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Parcia » Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:14 am
by Fantrum » Thu Aug 23, 2018 10:21 pm
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