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Post by EpicToaster1 on Mar 20, 2022 16:50:56 GMT -5
As the ships look over the listing cargo vessel, the lifeboats on the side of the ship would be noticeable. Most look to be undisturbed, shaking on their cranes as the vessel moved in the waves. On the North-facing side of the ship, away the three ships currently present, a lifeboat would be hanging by a single rope, the other having snapped at some point, leaving it to dangle off the side of the ship. Another two were completely missing.
The Kumo warship suddenly could hear a knock against its metal hull, one of the Kuubikukiri lifeboats colliding with its side, though devoid of any life. Not even oars present, and only a single bright orange life preserver visible poking out from under one of the bench seats.
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Post by Greywall on Mar 20, 2022 17:07:37 GMT -5
The Gaelian crews on the listing ship searching for survivors would hear the demands of the Kumo ship, stop briefly before one broke the silence “Oy get fucked you eight legged cunt!” They began making their way into the bowels of the ship, the Tython rejected the accusation of piracy “ Kumo vessel you are interfering with our rescue mission. Clear yourself form here you are not helping with your threats.”
With more threats came the loading or torpedoes and the turrets now turned on the Kumo battleship, “they fire first!” Chaplin was on the deck now with the crew still on the Tython began arming for combat, everyone but the medical team seemed on edge as the ship captain a Zedonian named Tuk Saladin felt the entire situation foolish. “Even the most hard headed Kumo wouldn’t think we did this…pfft”
Captain McClain finally got what he wanted to hear from his first mate, “We’re ready if they fire”
“The moment they do, have guns aim center target. Those smoke rounds will buy us time to turn and fire off torpedos”
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Post by Sophie on Mar 20, 2022 17:30:30 GMT -5
"Your ship is not equipped for a rescue of this size. This is an official Kumosenkan operation. Any further interference or hostility will be met with utmost force. Kumo forces are currently boarding the wounded staol vessel. We have the crew, the space, and the supplies for this operation. Your destroyer doesn't even have the ballast to survive a wave higher than five feet. The only excuse for your presence here is your attempted piracy. Do not attempt to flee. Do not interfere. Stand down. Your crimes have already been reported to the Kumo high command." The captain responded. She wanted with all her heart to simply blow the worthless rowboat out of the water and report their piracy to the world. "Buffoons. They have a death wish. Takeda, order your soldiers to inject anyone who interferes with OUR search with someone's non-lethal venom. I'm not playing second fiddle to the weakest navy we've ever fought."
Takeda and her crew had attached the battleship to the staol ship with an abundance of webbing. The fully armed crew approached the boarded Gaelic sailors. "Stand down you fuck ugly monkeys. Go back to your dinghy. We're much better qualified for this. I bet you guys have to hot bunk. We have entire compartments dedicated to S&R. Are you dipshits even trained for this? Fuck off out of our way."
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Post by StaolDerg on Mar 20, 2022 17:59:21 GMT -5
The First Mate and Captain of the Usio halfway to pulling up the boat when word arrived from the bridge once more, first the missing lifeboats aboard the staol ship, then word from the Kumo battleship to move. Now both mystified and confused, the captain reluctantly ordered the Usio to steam to the battleship's side, while the radio technician was ordered to request permission to dispatch its launches to help with the rescue.
"USIO TO KŌUN'NA HI, MESSAGE RECIEVE AND ACKNOWLEDGED. REQUESTING PERMISSION TO LAUNCH BOATS TO ASSIST RESCUE OPERATION."
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Post by Sophie on Mar 20, 2022 18:00:53 GMT -5
"Permission Granted."
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Post by VoxApocrypha on Mar 20, 2022 18:17:46 GMT -5
The Roskanan Vessel would arrive heading in from the north, the cruiser maintaining its approach while the white and blue shield flags would be raised high, the vessel's forward observation scopes giving the vessel a look over while observers would also relay the presence of the other vessels to the ship's captain, a Festrian man of whom wore a white and blue uniform like that of his other sailors. He'd order them to begin to approach the ship though to orbit it and start trying to signal to the bridge of the transport, moving in the other direction to avoid the Kumo and Gaelic warships as they got in closer and would start trying to find signs of life on the vessel.
On the ship's bridge, the captain would stand with his arms crossed, the other sailors as well watching and waiting or caught up in their tasks. He'd ordered some of his staff to keep watch and listen to any sort of hailing from the other vessels. The area was settled right on a Roskanan trade route so they would at least be able to have help should they end up being threatened - Roskanan naval vessels were never particularly far away from some form of aid if it was between Roskanan Arema and Roskana proper.
The captain would look down at one of his observers, and ask, "What do you see?"
The observer would lower his head away from the periscope, and look back at his superior.
"The vessel is a Staol transport, and it's listing. There is only one light, everything else seems to be dark. Hard to make out any other details through this fog though, we'll probably have to get closer. Which is probably not going to be something that Kumosenkan vessel will take happily at."
"They'll just have to live with it." The Captain would say, turning to the navigation officer. "Bring us in closer to examine, and keep us on the other side of the ship so that they won't feel too bold about threats of violence if it has to go over the Staol ship."
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Post by Greywall on Mar 20, 2022 18:56:13 GMT -5
The deck of the Staol ship became a shouting contest, the rescue crews were unarmed because rescue. “You stupid bugs! We already got lads down below they gotta finish the search before this thing goes under, by the goddess are you all so daft that you can’t see we’re trying to fuckin rescue these people!?” The crew stood ground despite being unarmed and continued yelling obscenities.
The Tython responded to the Kumo warship, “Kumo warship we have the best chance. YOU are interring with our rescue operation. Stand down and disarm yourselves you are endangering the operation.”
McClain saw the madness unfolding, waiting for Royal command to get back to him.
Below the main deck of the Staol ship Gaelian crews were searching frantically for survivors.
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Post by Sophie on Mar 20, 2022 19:01:12 GMT -5
The Kumos simply ignored the fools and pushed past them. Physically shoving the Gaelic humans to the floor if they got in the way. The deluge of Kumo sailors began a proper search of the ship, using webbing to mark searched areas and paths. Which would helpfully bar access to any non-Kumo.
"Destroyer. You are not equipped for this mission. Stand down. You are in no position to be giving orders. We have more people, more space, and more supplies. We have properly trained search and rescue teams as well as damage control aboard the wounded vessel. Your presence will only serve to delay rescue and repair. Disembark immediately."
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Mar 21, 2022 10:35:37 GMT -5
The strong waves of the passing storm helped to bring the Roskanan vessel in close to the multitude of ships with minimal power, though the engine smoke would certainly give away its approach to the other vessels.
As the search and rescue crews began their searches of the distressed ship, the situation became more and more weird. The main halls empty, with only the emergency lights on despite there still being full power to the ship.
The crew quarters were also empty. Every bunk looked lived in, and there wasn't much of a sign of any struggle aside from a single room that seemed to not have secured their belongings, allowing the contents to move and crash about the room with each passing wave.
With the doors of the tower open, the heavy fog descended into the bowels of the vessel, a fine mist forming along the ground that moved like the ocean as the Gaelics, Kumo, and Elenrians moved about.
The cargo manifest showed the starting port as the city of Termingrad in Koi, though the destination port only had a mark drawn across the blank line in blue pen, compared to the red pen of the rest of the manifest. Compared to other staol ships, it contained what looked to be the same amount as any other, the metallic scent of the glowing rocks leaking through the small cracks in the deck doors and much stronger in the cargo hold below. Some water occupied the deepest parts of the hold, helping to explain the listing as it sloshed about on the feet of the s&r crews.
The Bridge is inaccessible, the whole frames of the bulkheads twisted, preventing the doors from being opened. The viewports of the bulkheads seem to be covered by what looks like paper, preventing any view from inside the corridors.
The canteen offered the first sign of life. Or...proof there was once life. Trays and food scattered across tables and the floor, becoming more of a jumbled mess as the ship rocked back and forth. A single body of a Koian lay amongst the mess, sliding across the floor with it, a trail of blood mostly dried stretching from wall to wall showing the path the body has taken.
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Post by Greywall on Mar 21, 2022 10:44:43 GMT -5
The lower deck teams of the Gaelians were not aware of what was going on above but we’re becoming unnerved by they found, “sir…it looks like…” the commander rose his hand to silence the crewman, they entered the hallways and couldn’t find anyone but their was movement coming their way, unarmed and now startled by the situation the commander shouted “this is Commander Frank Graham of the 228 Marine search and rescue! Identify yourself!” He hated this, it was supposed to be a simple recovery of the crew but now he wished he had brought more than a combat knife and medical supplies. He leaned over to his first lt. “head above and ask for assistance…get some armed marines.” His Lt. left in the direction opposite of the sounds of feet coming down below, several feet.
Meanwhile the Tython was simply repeating its message and the crews above were trying to get pass the webbing, “our boys are down there! Damn spiders! Go get more help off the Tython we need armed marines!” Some left for the Tython and armed marines of the 228 began arming with shotguns, rifles and revolvers. “Uh…sir. If this ship. Was listing like this, why haven’t we seen anyone?” The head of the deck team suddenly noticed while they were dealing with the drama of the Kumo being stubborn idiots they indeed haven’t seen even a body. “Something is off here…get those fuckin marines here now and get me the Kumo commander on deck.”
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Post by StaolDerg on Mar 21, 2022 10:53:45 GMT -5
The Elenrian launch reached the listing ship last to the sight of bickering Kumo and Gaelians. In no mood to get into a mess with either party, the commanding officer of the Elenrian search party ordered the launch to be tied down to the staol ship as they boarded from the other side. Armed entirely with lanterns, crowbars, and a bag of emergency medical supplies, the small group wrenched open one of the hatches on their side, descending to the lower floors.
The sight was off indeed. As the search party found the body in the mess, they looked about, searching for a cause- more superstitious members of the party could be heard uttering prayers to the dead as they peered about. One of the Elenrians would no longer stand watching the body slide about, and dragged it onto one of the seats, crossing its arms over its chest. The brief looks his compatriots gave were of sympathy- a corpse left in state was undignified. Better to have their fellow rescuers behold the scene of them seating the Koian than violate honorable customs.
Someone asked about the inaccessible bridge to the officer. "Leave it be," she replied. "The Kumo or the Gaelians are better equipped for that sort of thing. We'll just get in their way. Better to make ourselves useful and search in where we can."
"What of the missing crew?"
"Maybe they took off on the missing boats?"
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Post by VoxApocrypha on Mar 21, 2022 11:14:19 GMT -5
The Roskanan republic vessel would soon begin to approach, starting to actively broadcast to the Roskanan Naval Headquarters on the mainland, as it did.
The cruiser soon would come up onto the other side of the Staol ship and begin to shine searchlights along the hull, eventually seeing the crews of the three ships aboard the vessel, spotting first the Elenrians, and then Gaelians, finally seeing the Kumos after a few seconds longer.
"We should make contact and ask what they've found." The first officer would suggest, the captain nodding. "Tell them we're sending our own search personnel aboard. Have it be with our marines and have the rest of the search personnel take sidearms. They don't need to go over there to be bullied. Make sure everyone else knows we're here now."
Using radio they would begin to broadcast towards the other ships in their vicinity.
"This is the RRS Hadaya. We are approaching the Staol ship with intent to board and conduct a search and rescue mission. We will not tolerate inference from any party, our operation is peaceful and our mission is search and rescue."
The ship soon came in close, and would pull alongside the vessel towards the back, preparing to board the vessel. Once they were able, they send across their compliment of marines, two squads, and then twenty or so members of the crew trained for missions like these, as well as the ships six medics.
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Post by Greywall on Mar 21, 2022 11:19:00 GMT -5
The Tython would respond to the Rosakan ship “be careful, Kumo aren’t cooperating and have attempted to block entry in lower decks. Coordinate with deck leader Derrick McVeigh”
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Post by VoxApocrypha on Mar 21, 2022 11:40:36 GMT -5
"Acknowledged. Will coordinate with Deck Leader."
Shortly after, a courier makes their way to the ship, and joins the effort after relaying a message to the marine commander leading the operation.
A Festria as well, the man would be wearing the usual naval marine garb of which was colored black, and marked with the blue-white on the shoulders and as well their regimental number.
The Festria woman, sweltering in the heat and holding a shotgun like her compatriots, would take a pair of her marines and a couple sailors to go and try to find Derrick, making a point to not get in the way of the other parties present and to keep their weapons low but to otherwise not engage with anyone who wasn't Gaelian. When they did find one, she would have a person better versed in Common speak, informing them that they were apart of the search and rescue effort, and had opted to coordinate their efforts.
Meanwhile, a team would be dispatched to try to get to the bridge, only two marines with them while the rest was a group of four sailors holding medical equipment, and crowbars, as well as carrying sidearms.
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Post by Greywall on Mar 21, 2022 11:58:54 GMT -5
Derrick was brought over to the Roskanans shortly after they reached the Gaelian deck team, he was wearing a dark green uniform with some decorative attire that showed he was an officer. The rain pelted against him as he walked across the deck trying to keep his slouch hat on. “You must be the Roskanan mates I was told about, lucky you brought guns fuckin Kumo made this chaos. We’ve searched this entire upper deck, no survivors and we got a team down below. It’s been a bloody hour no idea if they found anyone yet. We need to get to the bridge somehow but other than some marine support that won’t get here soon we aren’t equipped to get in it.”
It was clear he was flustered by the Kumo trampling his team and accusing them of piracy but he was at the least showing appreciation to the Roskan cooperation.
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