"Alright, we're approaching visual. If they didn't see us before, they're sure as hell going to see us now." The driver said, turning the ship only slightly, cigarette stuck in his mouth. Roberts was looking through the windows of the bridge, holding up the binoculars. There the rig was, surrounded by planes in the far, far off distance. Barely visible to normal binoculars, and actually quite a few miles away. Nothing that couldn't be reached by plane, anyways.
"Alright. Put the crew on alert and have the planes ready to fly as soon as they are needed. They might be destroyed if we're attacked." Rogers ordered, looking into the distance. There, the two C-1 Minis, 4 C-2 Seahawks, and one V-2B Shockwave were flying off to the rig, circling it. The three helicopters were soon approaching the rig, guns armed.
On the ship, men scrambled. The crews were rushing to get the planes on deck and ready to fly, running back and forth with tug lines and pushing the planes into position. They were hooked up to the catapults, where five could take to the sky at once while four more were prepped. But more men yet ran to the the sides of the deck, jumping into the fortified positions. This was the naval equivalent of a light open bunker.
It was a metal wall with patches of a rheoric fluid in between the two metal plates, with the rest being thin strips of metal. There, behind a layer of sandbags, were massive emplacements. Huge 5 inch guns with autoloaders rested in some of the placements, while two double barreled 40mm guns and 20mm revolver cannons rested in others. And yet more, with SAMs, populated the areas in between them. It was a massive monster that not a single person wanted to mess with.
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The chopper blades created a huge noise, the air shooting downwards and pushing against the doors and wing stubs of the hybrid helicopters, creating a racket. The noise was so great that the men wore headgear when they didn't have their helmets on. But through it all, they could still communicate through their comms and hand signals. And communicate they did, the leading officers of each squad getting the message through.
Lieutenant Emily was leading the rather large platoon of 30 from her position in the hybrid, with her squad of five holding SMGs. They all had the red berets on, as did the other 25. While her squad of five were armed with SMG-1s (some had Superposed underbarrel shotguns, including her), the other squads didn't have the exact same. In fact, most of them were armed with, indeed, carbines with a 2 shot burst. One had a grenade launcher, two people had shotguns, but for the most part it was SMGs and carbines, to fight in the close quarters.
The helicopter began descending, and Emily was passed the megaphone, to relay the message to the rest of the people there. Opening the doors, the .50 gunner inside cocked his gun, aimed it down, and looked around, acquiring targets. He didn't fire yet, but he would if needed. After a second, Emily spoke.
"Attention all aggressors! Attention aggressors to oil rig! Cease and desist now! All boarding parties turn back now or you will be fired upon. I have authorization to call upon deadly force if seen fit. Retreat now or I will use deadly force." She shouted into the megaphone, the message carrying over the sea. Over her, the two Mini Air Superiority fighters flew above, proving her point.
Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 2:03 pm
