Kalistani Major History

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10:22, On-board the HKMS-Åge Esse Support Ship, Anantonese Ocean,

"Contact bearing two-four-zero!" announced a voice over the maritime single sided headset. Commander Froseth withdrew his attention from the sonar display, turning in his elevated swivel chair to watch the officer of the deck muster a response. Training his binoculars to the direction of contact, the OOD responded: "Fast moving target, bearing two-four-zero moving south-west." Froseth stood up from his chair. "Set BS Condition Red."

"Aye aye. Battle Stations," the OOD acknowledged the order. Walking over to the announcing system, turning a knob which played a four note call. "General Stations, hands to battle-stations, prepare for suicide boat attack. I repeat General Stations, hands to battle stations, prepare for suicide boat attack."

Froseth let off a sigh before going below the bridge to the battle-planning room. As he stepped out of the bridge, the Executive Officer Captain Bisgaard took the conning, thus commanding the ships weapons and sensor from the tactical position of the Commander's elevated swivel chair. Throughout the ship men zipped towards their stations. Some dressed and other half dressed. As he walked towards the battle-planning room, he observed the watertight doors and hatches being closed in almost perfect unison. Getting better, Froseth noted as he observed the final hatch in the hallway being closed except the door to the planning room, which he had told the crew before hand to keep open for him.

"Commander on Deck!" the COB shouted. A crisp salute from the operators soon followed. "Ease," he responded sending the operators back into their positions. "All stations report manned." the COB informed. "Relay to Bridge." The COB nodded in approval before going to the announcement system. "Combat to Bridge, All stations report manned." "Aye, aye. All stations report manned." responded the OOD from the bridge.

"Let's begin." Froseth stated before pulling a stopwatch out from his pocket and beginning a timer. "Weapons are Red, Weapons are Red. There are no warning enforced." an operator announced. "Threat axis West-South-West on proximity 1-RED. Hostile suicide boat." On the bridge the navigation officer turns to relay commands. "Turn in formation starboard three-zero-five." "Aye, aye. Turn in formation starboard three-zero-five." announced the helmsman as he turned the helm slightly to fix with the navigational orders and the compass mounted on his dashboard. "Guns one and two, engage, ten rounds." The fire control operators for guns one and two pulled at their joysticks simultaneously for five seconds before releasing as the ten rounds are heard.

From the bridge, Captain Bisgaard watched the ships two 76mm deck guns turn in the direction of contact and fire five rounds respectively. Captain Bisgaard through his powerful binoculars scanned the direction of contact. "Sextuple splash," the Gunnery liaison officer on the bridge confirmed through her headset. Six of the ten rounds had successfully hit the target, four missed. "Target stopped." the liaison officer announced on her headset.

Froseth clicked his stopwatch and paused for a brief moment. The tactical action officer watched anxiously. "Two minutes, fifteen seconds." Froseth smirked. "Better." The operators rejoiced. Froseth approached the announcement system, turning a knob to transmit a message throughout the ship. "This is the Commander, target stooped. Engagement time two minutes, thirteen seconds. Exercise complete. Well done, Practice prevents disasters." Froseth ended before leaving the planning room for the bridge. As he left, the various watertight doors and hatches re-opened. "An exercise!? For fuck sake man, i almost shit myself." someone shouted.