Knight-Captain Eleanor Foster
Vaetorian Flagship, Conference Room
2330 Hours
Eleanor stood her ground, hand still on her holster, looking at the two Vaetorian Imperial officers before her. Her hand moved off her pistol however once the white armored officer explained the situation. Her body language became a little more relaxed as well. Closing her eyes and nodding her head in agreement with the news that came from them. Before she could even reply an ear splitting alarm rang out, both of the men rushing out into the bridge to deal with whatever situation had just arisen. She quickly followed the two out of the room, but hung back against the wall, observing them and wondering what was happening. Their dialogue soon answered her questions, missiles were being launched at the ship she was standing on! Naturally the Vaetorians conducted maneuvers to counter this new threat.
A massive explosion erupted from somewhere within the ship, the shockwave sent Eleanor against the wall. She promptly grabbed ahold of the railing, keeping herself upright. Knowing that her ships would be acting in her absence she ran over to the communications suite of the bridge. Though the men working at the banks of computers were busy she grabbed one by the shoulder.
"Soldier get me frequency thirty five dot nine hundred. Now" bellowed Eleanor over the din of the bridge.
Though the man hesitated, she promptly grabbed the microphone from him and quickly thought over the tactics that would need to be conducted.
"Slingshot, this is Foster, regroup with the other two ships, forward spear formation. Attacks came from the northwest engage your countermeasures and find that damned aggresor!" shouted Eleanor into the handset.
"Falcon, this is Slingshot, Vaetorian fleet in AO, mark as friendly forces. Be advised hostile fire from unknown target, requesting UAV recon over area over" she said.
A quick affirmative response came back through the radio, Eleanor then turned to the commanding officer and advised him of the situation from her end.
Meanwhile
The few sailing ships that the Adeptus Classis brought to meet the Vaetorian fleet were instantly put on alert when the foreign flagship next to them began firing their misisle countermeasures. One got through however and impacted on the port side, thankfully sparing the
Slingshot any damage, but the men on deck sprung to action. The gangway was quickly dismantled and brought back aboard, just in time as the Vaetorian flagship sprung to life and its engines pushed it towards its own brethren. Within the CIC, the ships Executive Officer moved to take command of the ship, and within instants Knight-Captain Foster's voice rang out over the emergency radio.
As the four Birtonian ships, two destroyers, a cruiser, and a frigate all sailed off in the direction the missiles came from, active sonar pinging away and CIWS pods scanning the skies. They would find the aggressor and either sink the ship or capture it by force.
An MR-900 Looking Bird style AWACS drone was launched from the top of one of the transport vessels docked in Roal City. Its operator freshly fueled by a cigarette and a large mug of freshly brewed coffee. His cameras switched over to FLIR from the conventional views only showed the blackness of night. The drone soared high above the fleets and began scanning for whichever aggressor dared fire upon Birtonian vessels.
Knight-Captain Peter Anderson
Bravo Company, Checkpoint Alpha One
MSR Santa Anna, Roal City
2330 Hours
The night moved on rather peacefully, vehicles finally understanding what a martial law quickly entailed. However of in the distance an explosion echoed across the city, likely the Adeptus Classis eliminating some smuggling target or other belligerent. Peter stood behind the checkpoint, leaning up against the wall with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He quite enjoyed the posting here in Roal city, the assignment was filled with its fair share of action but just enough to make it enjoyable and not stressful. Tonight, was going to be one of those nights with a touch of action, as some shouts were heard from up in the tower next to him.
He tossed the smoke on the ground and extinguished it before moving out from behind the shadows. His men quickly moved into their positions, weapons at the ready. Fixed floodlights illuminated the road about thirty meters away from the gate while the towers had spotlights that could swivel around and had spotted a small car with no headlights speeding towards them. Anderson looked at both sides of the road, his men behind the sandbag walls rifles pointed towards the road.
"Move this truck to the road, I got a bad feeling" said Pete to the nearest soldier.
It was a Korvan built M-40 protected mobility vehicle, well armored and built for patrol duties. Its plating and weight makes a perfect temporary roadblock. The unknown vehicle was rapidly approaching the gate, not showing any sign of slowing at this point. The soldiers executed their doctrine perfectly a flare shot out from the line, illuminating the surrounding area in case the car was a distraction. Pete picked up a megaphone and began shouting for the vehicle to halt, in English as well as a few other dialects that would be standard here in Frulia province. When that did not work a controlled pair of shots from a rifle were sent in the direction of the vehicle. Unfortunately for the driver he did not yield, the next escalation of force would be death. Belts of tracers flew out from a tower, chewing up the metal of the vehicle coupled with rifle fire, sparks came from the metal body of the car as it spun out of control and crashed into a field nearby.
The men assigned to the checkpoint in the morning would investigate the vehicle and the body, before cleaning up the area.
Knight-Captain Gene Fitzgerald
N.B.B. Sanchez (LCS-37)
2340 Hours
Littoral combat ships were a staple of the Adeptus Classis especially for patrolling duties. They boasted comparable armament to lighter cruisers but were some of the fastest vessels on the sea. As they sailed towards the ships, one being an LHD type craft along with an escort of destroyers a message was quickly brought up on the Battlemap in the center of the CIC. Though the foreign vessels formed up for an interception, knowing he was backed by bigger well armed ships not too far off he decided to simply sail past them and approach what he could only assume was the flagship representative of these foreigners.
"Helm, bridge, adjust course by seven degrees full flank." said Gene on the internal channels.
With a few taps of the screen for his Battlemap, the reply was brought up. He sighed, yet another foreign power requesting to help with the peacekeeping operations. Knowing that his sister ship, the
Slingshot had intercepted a fleet that turned out to be the Vaetorians, however it turned sour rather quickly. These ships however did not arm their weaponry, simply moved into a threatening formation. Knowing his standing orders from the TOC back in Roal city, he picked up the microphone and began transmitting his message to the Ausozerian ships.
"HMS Aurora, this is the NBB Sanchez of the Adeptus Classis, before you commit to this operation you are required to meet with the commanding officer of our mission. Wave off your ships and follow us in."