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"Tango Epsilon, this is Admiral Ben Newman of the Incorporated Sarzonian Navy. We have a little problem. The channel is blocked at the moment with some debris from some old Sarzonian ships that met an unfortunate demise." |
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"Roger, sonar confirms wreckage. We'll assume a waiting position until it can be cleared? Our convoy is carrying mostly heavy machine parts, but we are carrying a small cargo of luxury goods. Could I interest you in joining me for a drink?" |
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"That sounds good. Let me know the time and place and I'm there."
Lord knows I could use a stiff drink right now, Newman thought. He looked out at the wreckage and started pacing the bridge. |
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Half an hour later, aboard the convoy flag ship, the Nara, in the arabic alphabet.
"I'm General Redwing, and this is Commander Marlowe," Redwing said, handing Newman an ice cold bottle. "Ryloss Naval Defense Forces. If the marines and uniforms haven't tipped you off by now, we're not really a merchant convoy."
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A small Xilean scout ship slowed down quickly while approaching the wreckage. The officer on board attempted to get in radio contact with the nearest Sarzonian ship.
Shots reported fired. Everything okay? What happened?
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"This is Commander Neil Benson," the Euroslavia's executive officer said in the communication. "Standard military drill. Just practicing for the pirates. No cause for alarm."
He put the transmission device down and turned toward the communications console, taking care to shut the device off and prevent his voice from being heard on the Xilian ship.
"Hope that works," he said.
Meanwhile, Newman raised his eyebrow. Suddenly, it was making sense to him.
"Something's definitely up and you know it," he said, taking the bottle. He opened it and took a sip. Damn this stuff's sweet, he thought. Then he realised: It was root beer. He loved root beer and had since he was a kid. He thoughtfully drank the root beer.
"Looks like we have good reason to be suspicious, I take it?"
Newman looked expectantly at Redwing and Marlowe for their reply, even though he now knew he was right. |
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Xilean Command was buzzing with activity, as messages were relayed to Doujin Fleet Command. Included were coordinates of the shortest route to circumvent the wreckage, as the channel was blocked. Crews were working on clearing the wreckage, but it would be some time before they were able to make the channel passable again. |
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Progress was occuring in the Nest, the first main settlement was nearly built, with 50 of the ships being dismantled to provide the steel for the new buildings. President Ashallond was notified by one of his generals that there were pirates in the waters.
"Do we have the available ships to help look without jeopardizng our fleet still in harbor waiting to be dismanted and unloaded?"
"No sir, not at this time, perhaps in a few weeks."
"Very well, send a message to whoever may know that we cannot assist but will be more than happy to guard this sea that we are anchored on. What's it called anyway?"
"No idea sir." *turns and goes to find a radio officer.* |
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:: VOIA Headquaters, West of Turoki Isle ::
"Man, did you hear that last transmission?"
"Yea, all these new nations coming in here, getting involved, thinking they are going to get a leg up by claiming some land and building a navy. It's quite funny when they try and go all-out right from the beginning, and some bonehead forgets the $2.00 part that screws up the whole thing"
"You mean like when a stupid washer fails on one of those Sub-Molecular Incalatetiating Device we've been testing?"
"Yea, exactly like that. I mean, seriously, to go through all the trouble of setting up a navy, and never taking the time out to so much as open the Official Map of Atlantian Oceania Waterways to find out where your base was located? Hah! People always thinking too much into things. That's why we're here, we pick up on the little things."
"Right, the little things..." |
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Staying in international waters on the northwestern end of the Xilean channel, the Lamonian naval task force (5 Frigates, 5 Destroyers) were looking for the pirates. Admiral Thomas Denton was in command of the Task Force, and it had been rumored that Lamonian Merchant Ships had been looted and sunk by the pirates. It had been tricky at times to stay in international waters, but the task force had manged it. Now that the task force was in position and doing what it had come for, the Admiral was permitted by his orders to send encrypted messages to Abattoir, Bedistan, Krytenia, and Xile announcing their arrival. The Admiral did not want the task force to be mistaken for the pirate ships, after all; and relations with Xile and Abattoir had been strained in recent times.
| CODE | From: Admiral Thomas Denton, Lamonian Navy, FRLS Maxima
To: The leaders of Abattoir, Bedistan, Krytenia, and Xile
-Encrypyted Message-
Lamonian Task Force 24 (5 Frigates and 5 Destroyers) has arrived in the northwestern end of the Xilean Channel within international waters. Intention is to track down and destroy the pirates. Request permission to follow the pirates into your waters if the pirates go there.
-Ends- |
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"Actually, we mobilized when you did. We're suspicious because Sarzonia is. These cargo transports have been modified to mount large numbers of naval artillery guns. Our plan is to use chemical saturation and thermobaric weapons, you see. We're ready for them here." General Redwing explained, finishing her own root beer and getting a second.
(OOC: For those of you who are uncertain as to the technology I'm referring to, thermobarics are fuel air explosives, chemical saturation is stuff like phosphorous, flourine. Kinda like napalm.) |
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FNS Feather broke out of the blockade of the Falcanian Straits. Cpt Holt was nervous. Terri Corsairs? He had dreamt of the day when he would finally be able to sink a terri ship. Cpt Holt had seen little action, having been deployed previously only in the liberation of Zhekistan. He ran his fingers over the control panel. It was brilliant, a Jay Industries CT-1 terminal, much better than the old MicroSore ones. Jay had done the refit well, after the Feather had undergone heavy shelling. the guns had been upgraded to HAC/N-1 Naval Cannons, and the ancient ack-ack guns had been replaced with 2 Jay NSAML-1 Naval SAM launchers, firing Beak AP and Bill HE missiles. The hangar had been loaded with LAH-1 Lightning Light Attack helicopters and TH-1 Claw transport copters. |
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After getting word that the Xilean Channel was blocked, the Lamonian task force went around past South Ossetia, and was finally getting to within a few hundred miles of the affected area. Admiral Denton knew that pirates were likely still a long way south, but things were a little too quiet... |
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Newman drew in his breath for a moment.
"You must understand something about Doujinishi-Sarzonian relations. They have been anywhere from non-existent to hostile ever since Sarzonia was founded. Our suspicions of Doujin's motives have been long-standing. The fact they have sent such a large naval force to deal with a pirate threat when we as the formerly pre-eminent naval power in the region could handle matters on our own struck us as being highly unusual.
"We have monitored various fleet movements in the area and are noticing the large naval deployments. We haven't had the opportunity to assess the pirate threat as of yet, but we don't believe it is one we couldn't reasonably handle with a fairly decent task force or two. Hell, we could even dress up and send out Old Ironsides herself to deal with them if they're really using a wooden-hulled ship to terrorize our area.
"If your government's suspicions are genuinely raised by these naval movements, I would suggest they start mobilising in the event of an attack. I believe my government may start mobilising as well."
Newman looked out of the nearest porthole and sighed. He knew Navy Command would have his ass for disobeying an order from the President, but he also knew that the sea dogs in the military tribunal might give him a fair shake and no more than a one step reduction in rank. At least he hoped that was the case.
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"We're ready when you are," Rear Admiral Matt Lance said. He fidged in his command chair on the bridge aboard the ISS Constitution, the name ship in the three strong class of Doujin-class command dreadnaughts and the flagship of the Sixth Fleet. He knew the ISS Portland like the back of his hand since that was his flagship for a small squadron, but the Constitution was new to him.
"All units report ready, Admiral."
"Let's get this show on the road," Lance said. The ships began their new mission to sail to the northeast coast of Sarzonia and conduct standard patrols. It didn't sound like exciting work, but with Navy Command getting increasingly concerned about recent movements, Lance knew it was distinctly possible that he and his enormous flagship would get their first test under the Sarzonian flag.
"Send to Rylossian government," Lance said as the Fleet reached its second hour. "Request their permission to begin patrols of their coastal waters as well. Inform them that our government is getting a bit antsy about what's going on with this whole pirate thing."
"Aye sir."
Lance waited for the response and wondered what was next for his crews and their ships. |
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Permission granted. Request similar permission. Lord Tenal says: Antsy HELL! Tango Epsilon Victor 3-1-3-7 has advised full mobilization, and that's what we're doing. A draft is in effect, and we're distributing heavy weapons to the Militia's armories. Suggest you do likewise. Dozen and a half HALO teams on priority stand by to assist Sarzonian if you get hit first. Also, The Hilt, the anchor station that is, of The Sword of the Maker, will be breaking for higher orbit.
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