25-10-2024, 09:43 PM
IC: Anantonese Ocean, 0958 local
The LAFA craft boosted to flanking speed to close the distance between the squads and the last Lourenaise contact. As the speed increased, the contact was lost once more below the waves, but within another few moments, the 2 LAFA squads were certainly in view and in range of the Lourennaise ship.
"1 Actual, Comeback." said the radio. Spears put on the headset.
"1 Actual, Over."
"Something is wrong here. Over."
Spears looked at the ship through his binoculars.
"2 Actual. Come back."
"2 Actual, Over." came the radio.
"Confirm the Contact with Ocho, over." The radio went silent. After 30 seconds, the radio clattered: "1 Actual, Come back."
Spears was somehow relieved to hear Argos' voice. He answered "1 Actual, Over."
After a moment, Argos answered, "1 Actual, 8 thinks we might have a problem." As she said this, Gy. Spears watched the ship through his binoculars. The vessel looked too big to be a corvette. Corvettes have a certain look. This one had too many guns, and the guns were too big. Before Spears answered, he called up his executive NCO, Sergeant Gregorish. "Look at that ship. What is that out there? Is it a Corvette?" Gregorish looked through the scopes. "No Gunny, I don't think its like any corvette I've ever seen, and it sure don't look like the ones in the Lourenne paper."
"Yeah..." Spears said. Tentatively, he called into the radio: "2 Actual. Come back..."
Spears waited a moment, and then "2..." came through the headset, and then an audible click. The radio had switched to the civilian band, and Spears had lost Argos.
"Damn!" screamed Gy Spears. "Get that radio back up, Now!" As the Gunny gave the order, he noticed the once stationary ship turning. It was definitely turning toward the Kalistani boats. "Shit! they've seen us. Phillips, Danton, Howard, get those guns ready to go, its gonna get hot here in a second..."
As the ship moved closer, Spears recognized it. "That's not a corvette. Its a goddamned gun boat. A Frigate. This is the wrong target..." Instantly, Spears gave the order to slow to Half. The other two boats of his squad followed his lead and kept formation, but Argos' squad a ways off kept moving ahead at flank speed. The Second squad sped on ahead, heedless of the fact that the First Squad had dropped back.
Just then, the radio clicked back over. Immediately, Spears was on, trying to raise Argos. "2 Actual. Come Back... 2 Actual. Come back god damn it." There was no answer. "Corporal Jones, raise that Lourennaise ship immediately."
The corporal tuned in the international open frequency which he was sure the Lourennaise sailors were monitoring. As soon as he tuned in, he heard Argos' voice over the radio. She was yelling into the radio "Lourenne Navy. You are in Kalistani Waters. You are to turn around and return to international waters, or you will be fired upon. Respond." She sounded panicked, and repeated the message several times with no response from the ship. "what the hell is wrong with them? Why aren't they answering?" Gunny Argos could be heard to say over the radio.
Corporal Jones looked up at Gy. Spears. "Gunny: they can't answer because she's not closing the mic: it might be stuck open. They might be talking to her but she can't hear them. She can't hear anyone. Her mic hot. They can't say anything back to her..."
The Gunnery Sergeant felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. He took a breath. "Helm, all ahead flank. We can't leave her out there to get blown out of the water. Corporal Phillips, hold your fire. Just be ready. We're entering a world of pain. What is the distance to that ship?"
The navigator quickly plotted the ships on his chart. "Gunny, we are about 1800 meters from the target."
"And how close is Second Squad?" The navigator calculated the triangle.
"They're about 1200 meters." As he said that, Spears could hear Argos give the order through her radio to open fire on the ship.
"Oh shit." Spears muttered, while through the radio, he could hear the dull clack clack clack clack of Argos' 50-cal machine gun mixed with static and wind noise and some weird rattling. Spears knew that Argos' LAFA's would follow her lead and open fire as well, and Spears was not in position to offer her any help for another couple minutes. It will do no good to try to raise Argos over the radio: Now the war had begun. Just then, the lookout yelled "New Contact, bearing 102, coming in hot." Spears turned to his starboard and looked through his binoculars. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that... the corvette?"
The LAFA craft boosted to flanking speed to close the distance between the squads and the last Lourenaise contact. As the speed increased, the contact was lost once more below the waves, but within another few moments, the 2 LAFA squads were certainly in view and in range of the Lourennaise ship.
"1 Actual, Comeback." said the radio. Spears put on the headset.
"1 Actual, Over."
"Something is wrong here. Over."
Spears looked at the ship through his binoculars.
"2 Actual. Come back."
"2 Actual, Over." came the radio.
"Confirm the Contact with Ocho, over." The radio went silent. After 30 seconds, the radio clattered: "1 Actual, Come back."
Spears was somehow relieved to hear Argos' voice. He answered "1 Actual, Over."
After a moment, Argos answered, "1 Actual, 8 thinks we might have a problem." As she said this, Gy. Spears watched the ship through his binoculars. The vessel looked too big to be a corvette. Corvettes have a certain look. This one had too many guns, and the guns were too big. Before Spears answered, he called up his executive NCO, Sergeant Gregorish. "Look at that ship. What is that out there? Is it a Corvette?" Gregorish looked through the scopes. "No Gunny, I don't think its like any corvette I've ever seen, and it sure don't look like the ones in the Lourenne paper."
"Yeah..." Spears said. Tentatively, he called into the radio: "2 Actual. Come back..."
Spears waited a moment, and then "2..." came through the headset, and then an audible click. The radio had switched to the civilian band, and Spears had lost Argos.
"Damn!" screamed Gy Spears. "Get that radio back up, Now!" As the Gunny gave the order, he noticed the once stationary ship turning. It was definitely turning toward the Kalistani boats. "Shit! they've seen us. Phillips, Danton, Howard, get those guns ready to go, its gonna get hot here in a second..."
As the ship moved closer, Spears recognized it. "That's not a corvette. Its a goddamned gun boat. A Frigate. This is the wrong target..." Instantly, Spears gave the order to slow to Half. The other two boats of his squad followed his lead and kept formation, but Argos' squad a ways off kept moving ahead at flank speed. The Second squad sped on ahead, heedless of the fact that the First Squad had dropped back.
Just then, the radio clicked back over. Immediately, Spears was on, trying to raise Argos. "2 Actual. Come Back... 2 Actual. Come back god damn it." There was no answer. "Corporal Jones, raise that Lourennaise ship immediately."
The corporal tuned in the international open frequency which he was sure the Lourennaise sailors were monitoring. As soon as he tuned in, he heard Argos' voice over the radio. She was yelling into the radio "Lourenne Navy. You are in Kalistani Waters. You are to turn around and return to international waters, or you will be fired upon. Respond." She sounded panicked, and repeated the message several times with no response from the ship. "what the hell is wrong with them? Why aren't they answering?" Gunny Argos could be heard to say over the radio.
Corporal Jones looked up at Gy. Spears. "Gunny: they can't answer because she's not closing the mic: it might be stuck open. They might be talking to her but she can't hear them. She can't hear anyone. Her mic hot. They can't say anything back to her..."
The Gunnery Sergeant felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. He took a breath. "Helm, all ahead flank. We can't leave her out there to get blown out of the water. Corporal Phillips, hold your fire. Just be ready. We're entering a world of pain. What is the distance to that ship?"
The navigator quickly plotted the ships on his chart. "Gunny, we are about 1800 meters from the target."
"And how close is Second Squad?" The navigator calculated the triangle.
"They're about 1200 meters." As he said that, Spears could hear Argos give the order through her radio to open fire on the ship.
"Oh shit." Spears muttered, while through the radio, he could hear the dull clack clack clack clack of Argos' 50-cal machine gun mixed with static and wind noise and some weird rattling. Spears knew that Argos' LAFA's would follow her lead and open fire as well, and Spears was not in position to offer her any help for another couple minutes. It will do no good to try to raise Argos over the radio: Now the war had begun. Just then, the lookout yelled "New Contact, bearing 102, coming in hot." Spears turned to his starboard and looked through his binoculars. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that... the corvette?"
Primary: Institutionalist Party of Kalistan (IPoK), 5146-
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Socialist Party of Kalistan (SPoK), 2591-
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Socialist Party of Kalistan (SPoK), 2591-