Svenska-Britannia wrote:Norrington has been staring at the Live-Imagery Screen for a while now, and he notices a Large Complex just a few kilometers away from the Capital City. Norrington would guess that the Rebels or whatever foreign supporter are there would definetly use it as a base of operations.
He considers the choices he could do: Either send in Sol Squadron to take out the Facility and risk getting shot down by AA/SAM Fire, Use Naval Bombardment to soften up the defences, or THAT
Seeing no other choice, Norrington presses a button next to his ear.
"HMSBS Sealion.....prepare for strike package.."
HMSBS Sealion, Jager Class Submarine
The Sealion's captain would recieve the strike package order and would command the XO to have their authorizations readied.
"Strike Package: Bearing: 030, Coordinates: Alpha-Golf Two-One-Eight" Norrington would order from his Comms.
"Authorization Code?" the Sealion captain requested.
"Kilo-Bravo-Charlie-Foxtrot-Romeo" Norrington would confirm.
the Captain & his XO would confirm the Authorization and would release the safety of the Missile Bay Doors
Underwater, the Sealion's Missile Silo would open.
"By your Command Rear Admiral.." the Captain would state.
HMSBS Atlantic, Bridge
The men & women on the bridge stared at Norrington, they knew he's going to do it. The bridge was so silent.
Norrington weighed upon the choice he was gonna make, but he has to do it.
"Strike Package, Launch.." He gave the order.
A few seconds later a large missile would emerge from out of the water and rapidly streak into the sky.
Norrington watched as the missile then adjusted its course towards the Target.
The Missile then sped past the Hyper-Sonic Barrier, streaking away at the target rapidly.
Few moments later, the missile hit.
A Massive Thermobaric Explosion would be seen few kilometers away from the Capital City.
A Non-Nuclear Mushroom cloud would start rising over the sky, with pillars of flames still raging on the ground.
Norrington just launched a Large Thermobaric Missile Strike at the Military Command operations Base of the rebels and completely obliterated it off the face of the earth by only guessing as what it could be.
The sonar operator had been listening so intently into their head ever since they had heard the clunk. Granted, it wasn't so much of a clunk as much as it was a wumph, but it had got him sitting up in his chair. However, it was only one little trickle of sound in the vast ocean of ambiance. Could very well have been a mine meeting its target, but there was no way to be sure.
Captain Kolomiyets entered the room quietly, as to not disturb the sonar operators in the command center of the Marshal Panas Kryvenko.
"What's the word?" He asked.
"Some sonar contact, approximately 9 klicks off. No acoustic signature match on it yet."
"Are we sure it's a vessel?"
"No way to be absolutely sure."
The captain nodded, before walking off. "Keep at it." They had been sent into the area after receiving orders from the Natalia Denisov on their comms buoy, and had during the last day traveled to reconnoiter the Trenakan colony of the Kupferlands.
The sonar operator acknowledged it, and turned up the sensitivity of their headset-- after all, sailor's superstition stated there were things a human ear could pick up that no sonar would ever be capable of. While not entirely disproved as a superstition, however, it was proven to have been unnecessary in the span of just a few moments. The sonar operator seemed to jump in their seat, flinging off their headset onto their control panel, bringing their hands to their ears.
"Massive sonar contact, sir!" The operator half-shouted. Captain Kolomiyets strode over, hunching over the chair of the sonar station-- on the display, it identified the acoustic signature of a ballistic weapons launch.
"Брехня!" The captain hissed.
It was submariner policy to sink any ballistic missile submarine they encountered-- and they would have, given that they knew what they were listening to. It must have been silo doors opening that initiated their interest, and the launch of the missile gave them a clear identifier of the position and heading of the submarine.
"Ready tubes 1-4. Launch Oseter torps, now!"
The launch of the torpedoes was hardly a rattle against the ship's structure as the torpedoes left their tubes, being controlled via wire for the first part of their journey-- however, they were at such short range from the enemy submarine that the wires could be used to guide the torpedo directly to its destination, only utilizing the torpedo's active sonar array to help maneuver the munition.
"Deploy decoys-- let's not give leave ourselves vulnerable."
From tubes along the dorsal side of the Marshal Panas Kryvenko, a single Vidlunnya decoy was ejected, engaging its flotation device and staying at a consistent depth, waiting for incoming torpedos. Meanwhile, the active arrays of the four torpedoes closed in on the detected submarine, the closer they got, the less effective sonar quieting became. They were spread out in a 2 x 2 grid, careful not to overlap their wires until 2 km from the destination, where they would detach.
Captian Kolomiyets wiped his head-- it was, after all, the first combat he'd seen.
Captain Kolomiyets entered the room quietly, as to not disturb the sonar operators in the command center of the Marshal Panas Kryvenko.
"What's the word?" He asked.
"Some sonar contact, approximately 9 klicks off. No acoustic signature match on it yet."
"Are we sure it's a vessel?"
"No way to be absolutely sure."
The captain nodded, before walking off. "Keep at it." They had been sent into the area after receiving orders from the Natalia Denisov on their comms buoy, and had during the last day traveled to reconnoiter the Trenakan colony of the Kupferlands.
The sonar operator acknowledged it, and turned up the sensitivity of their headset-- after all, sailor's superstition stated there were things a human ear could pick up that no sonar would ever be capable of. While not entirely disproved as a superstition, however, it was proven to have been unnecessary in the span of just a few moments. The sonar operator seemed to jump in their seat, flinging off their headset onto their control panel, bringing their hands to their ears.
"Massive sonar contact, sir!" The operator half-shouted. Captain Kolomiyets strode over, hunching over the chair of the sonar station-- on the display, it identified the acoustic signature of a ballistic weapons launch.
"Брехня!" The captain hissed.
It was submariner policy to sink any ballistic missile submarine they encountered-- and they would have, given that they knew what they were listening to. It must have been silo doors opening that initiated their interest, and the launch of the missile gave them a clear identifier of the position and heading of the submarine.
"Ready tubes 1-4. Launch Oseter torps, now!"
The launch of the torpedoes was hardly a rattle against the ship's structure as the torpedoes left their tubes, being controlled via wire for the first part of their journey-- however, they were at such short range from the enemy submarine that the wires could be used to guide the torpedo directly to its destination, only utilizing the torpedo's active sonar array to help maneuver the munition.
"Deploy decoys-- let's not give leave ourselves vulnerable."
From tubes along the dorsal side of the Marshal Panas Kryvenko, a single Vidlunnya decoy was ejected, engaging its flotation device and staying at a consistent depth, waiting for incoming torpedos. Meanwhile, the active arrays of the four torpedoes closed in on the detected submarine, the closer they got, the less effective sonar quieting became. They were spread out in a 2 x 2 grid, careful not to overlap their wires until 2 km from the destination, where they would detach.
Captian Kolomiyets wiped his head-- it was, after all, the first combat he'd seen.
