18-11-2024, 09:12 PM
Red Bass Ocean, off the coast of the Jelbic Empire, aboard the submarine KJW H'án Merlkai I, 1 January 5572, 19:04.
Captain Wrntukai Dorfluzke was studying their current course with great concentration on the digital map when a voice broke his concentration. "Captain, incoming message. Target ETA in five, mission is a go." He gazed at the man and nodded. There were not many naval men aboard this submarine right now it was mostly a mismatched crew of RSB agents, shady figures from all other government branches and some of the most loyal sailors there were. The boat they were one was one of the smaller Froahiko-class. Diesel-electric instead of nuclear, without the capability to carry ballistic missiles. These brown water submarines were used for the stealthiest operations, mostly along coastlines. This one had been specially retrofitted for this mission, an upgraded missile pod that carried the best anti-air missiles the Empire had. But they hadn't stopped there, a jammer was added too and a very powerful one at that. "Prepare to surface, missiles hot, scan for target and activate jammer on my mark." He barked the orders and the men spurred into action, the bell rung and the submarine surfaced. Mere minutes later the entire set up was ready and a steady lock had been achieved on the private jet all those miles above them. "At your command, Captain." Said his anonymous XO. "Fire when ready." He replied. Long live the Empire, he thought as he condemned the President to die.
40,000 feet above the Red Bass Ocean, aboard the private jet of the President of the Dual Republic...
"Wow, what's that?" He turned his head as his co-pilot Joachim spoke up and started tapping the radar screen. "We just went black?" He sighed and opened his radio channel. "ND001 to tower, ND001 to tower.. ND001.. What the fuck, radio is dead too?" He flicked a few switches and attempted to restart the radar until he heard a very specific squeak through his headset. One he remembered from his military training. He swore. "We're being jammed, activate auxiliary systems." He saw Joachim's eyes widen as he attempted to start the auxiliary radar. Meanwhile he smashed the glass on the switch that deployed flares, a smart addition to a government jet. "Flares off, flares off," he said while turning the switch. Mere seconds later the plane rocked and an explosion was heard. For a moment he felt safe. They had taken down the missile. Sadly for the passengers the Jelbic submarine Captain Dorfluzke had fired a whole battery of missiles.
Captain Wrntukai Dorfluzke was studying their current course with great concentration on the digital map when a voice broke his concentration. "Captain, incoming message. Target ETA in five, mission is a go." He gazed at the man and nodded. There were not many naval men aboard this submarine right now it was mostly a mismatched crew of RSB agents, shady figures from all other government branches and some of the most loyal sailors there were. The boat they were one was one of the smaller Froahiko-class. Diesel-electric instead of nuclear, without the capability to carry ballistic missiles. These brown water submarines were used for the stealthiest operations, mostly along coastlines. This one had been specially retrofitted for this mission, an upgraded missile pod that carried the best anti-air missiles the Empire had. But they hadn't stopped there, a jammer was added too and a very powerful one at that. "Prepare to surface, missiles hot, scan for target and activate jammer on my mark." He barked the orders and the men spurred into action, the bell rung and the submarine surfaced. Mere minutes later the entire set up was ready and a steady lock had been achieved on the private jet all those miles above them. "At your command, Captain." Said his anonymous XO. "Fire when ready." He replied. Long live the Empire, he thought as he condemned the President to die.
40,000 feet above the Red Bass Ocean, aboard the private jet of the President of the Dual Republic...
"Wow, what's that?" He turned his head as his co-pilot Joachim spoke up and started tapping the radar screen. "We just went black?" He sighed and opened his radio channel. "ND001 to tower, ND001 to tower.. ND001.. What the fuck, radio is dead too?" He flicked a few switches and attempted to restart the radar until he heard a very specific squeak through his headset. One he remembered from his military training. He swore. "We're being jammed, activate auxiliary systems." He saw Joachim's eyes widen as he attempted to start the auxiliary radar. Meanwhile he smashed the glass on the switch that deployed flares, a smart addition to a government jet. "Flares off, flares off," he said while turning the switch. Mere seconds later the plane rocked and an explosion was heard. For a moment he felt safe. They had taken down the missile. Sadly for the passengers the Jelbic submarine Captain Dorfluzke had fired a whole battery of missiles.