somewhere on the eastern Republican-Sultanate border
2022/1/1
12:00pmThe isanis recieved their New years gift from the Antarticans when the clock striked midnight, on the dot. Those millitary forces on the other side of the wall may have noticed that their communications... there's something wrong! The pleaseant sounds that are ringing in the new year have been replaced with.... noise? Interference, or perhaps more?
Ten minutes pass, nothing changes, Fourtenn, twenty-five, And finally, the interference on the GPS and the radios clear off.
To the Isaanis and their allies, this most likely bodes ill.
To the Antarticans, though, this is excellent news.
Why? Because that means that their newly acquired Murmansk-BN EW complex is working as intended.
Not much is known about the Murmansk, other than the fact that it is very powerful, The effectice range of this set--attached to several KAMAZ trucks, vary greatly, depending on the source.
Some say, 8000km, 5000, 4000, the most conservative estimate somewhere around 3000km.
Yet still, the murmansk, even at it's lowest, can Severaly hamper Sultante and isaani communications from a very wide range, Aircraft, ground vehicles, ships, none are spared from the Imposing circle of towers that is the Murmansk.
If the intelligence is true (and belive me when i say that i might not be), then the entire doctrine that the isannis use to contain the communists, and their attack plan, is at jeporady.
If the Antarticans are fielding the most potent Electronic warfare equipment they could find, who knows what they could pull out next
.....
Somewhere in the western pacific
5 hours later"Surface checklist, 3 minutes."
"Afirm, Beginning with checklist now.""Crew copies."
"Fire control copies."
"navops copies."
"Sonar/detection copies"
"Nuclear Engineering copies."
ADF Admiral Dragnovich|Command
<<Right then, all crew copies, iniate surfacing procedure>>
<<Ballast tanks.>>
<<ballast tanks clear, no damage, no malfunctions.>>
<<missile launch bays reporting no major malfunction, ready for launch>>
<<Sonar station reporting picture is clear, no Millitary vessels, no Merchants.>>
<<Affirm to all, we are go for surfacing, brace yourselves, people, we're going up.>>
<<500 meters>>
<<400....300...250...90...50...BRACE!>>
The first officer held onto the metal bars beside him as he held on for dear life. The Submarine pierced the waves like a knife through skin, and then slammed into it, white foam flying everywhere.
....
The conning tower stood there like an iron becon in the desolate desert of Dark and yellow and white, the 2nd officer stood on the deck, and watched.
Watched the waves sweeping at his sub, watching the birds fly above, and watching one of them fall as gracefully as an seabird can on the sealed hatch of one of Admiral Dragnovich's 19 ballistic missile Launchers, leaning just a few degrees bowwards.
His view of the scenery is disrupted by the feeling of an plastic grip in his hands.
The grip of an flare gun.
"Make her Admiralty proud, for a new vessel has entered her service" with the voice of the captian in the background, the 2nd officer pulls back the hammer, points the gun at the sky, head looking the other way. Other hand on the left ear, Captain happy, gun's armed....
PHOSHEWWWWWWWW!With the unoffical Christening of the Antartican navy's new Ballistic missile sub, the two reenter the conning tower, close the hatch, and prepares to go down, once again.
The Second officer catches one last glimpse of the rising sun before he descends into the darkness.
OFFICAL ANTARTICAN NAVAL COMMUNICATION TRANSMISSION
TO: ADF ADMIRAL DRAONVICH (BASUB-13)
ENCRYPTION: EXTREMELY HIGH
WELL DONE ON SHAKEDOWN CRUISE IN SOUTH PACIFIC, AS OF THIS RECEIVING THIS, YOU ARE TO BE REDIRECTED TO THE MEDITERRANEAN FRONT, REPORT TO PORT STAGNAOVGA AT THE FOWARD TERRITORY OF HODING FOR FURTHER ORDERS<<TRANSMISSION STOP>>