KyferLegs (Diria)
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Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Apr 25, 2022 11:51:58 GMT -5
The Freighter SS Babayani approached from the East, the bow and stern alight with an assortment of dim lamps. Eventually, as the ship broke fog and rain, its single funnel smokestack became barely visible to the boats already on the scene of the now silent SOS signal. It slowed, turning as if it intended to approach the situation on the side of Gaelian ships cautiously. As the shipping freighter tiptoed its way forth, an fog light flipped on and shimmered across the shadowed dark waves from its bow. The light slowly moved side to side as it inspected the waters in front of the ship. Meanwhile, the ship crew maintained a tense but relatively calm position as some held onto the ropes holding crates of still-loaded Zhanphires, only for supervisors to shoo them off and the situation to repeat. Other crew members anxiously awaited near the ties of lifeboats, waiting for the captain's orders to lower them into the water. Their anxiousness was reasonable as only hours before they had arrived, they had managed to ruin their map. Cause of that error, they had to renavigate to the SOS signal causing panic among some novice crew members as the sea got choppy. However, now the situation had stabilized, and men of both shifts were awake and now attempted to find work to do. Handfuls of men bucketed water off the deck to avoid covering their actual positions. At the same time, damage control ran assessments on the hold, making the deck and bridge busier than usual. Meanwhile, in the bowels of the bridge, cubicles buzzed to life as the order came from up top to establish communications. The telegraph operator dressed in a striped shirt and khaki-colored pants stared from the window in front of him, noticing the other ships mentioned before by the spotter, who hopefully identified them correctly. His finger hung above the knob, waiting for the order of the captain to send the channel through open communication. As the cubicle remained silent, the operator couldn't help but watch the open door observing crew members appear from hold or the deck with the unorganized flurry of disgruntled sailors and crew members who hadn’t dressed fully into working attire. The telegraph operator suddenly felt the urge to flip back around and grab the sheet of morse code sheets. As he did so, the captain walked in, holding a pair of binoculars. The captain approached, his movements slow and tired as he pointed into the fog from the cubicle window where a smaller ship was seen. He began to speak; his voice low toned as the operator put himself into the position to output the message. “See that small one; it’s a destroyer. We’ll approach its stern at an angle from the port and wait for further instructions.” The old captain began to trail off as the telegraph operator attempted not to sigh unable to see anything. “We think that the one next to it is a cruiser; we’re not exactly sure, so mention the destroyer ship in directions. Got that?” Before the telegraph operator could reply, the captain slowly walked to the edge of the room, resting on a chair as he awaited whoever responded. The telegraph operator began to press onto the knob of the telegraph, the audible clicks patting through its mechanism. The message came out relatively slow, but its intent was readable. “Attention, Attention, this is the S.S. Babayani. Advised unidentified vessels were approaching from port-side, bearing 1.5 Km from the stern of the unidentified Destroyer.” The message rang out at least two times before falling silent as the ship continued to drop its speed to about 4 knots.
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Post by VoxApocrypha on Apr 25, 2022 14:30:48 GMT -5
The Roskanan ship's crew would be back into seats or otherwise settled again by the time the wave had passed the flotilla of various ships, the captain and observers checking on the condition of the Koian vessel while on the vessel itself, the team in the bowels of the Koian vessel would have to pick themselves back up, trying to get to their feet while a couple had to be given a bit of medical attention before the group would collect itself, and begin to continue on, holding shotguns at the ready and starting to sprint down the hall, the squad leader intent on getting off of the boat as fast as physically possible once they'd figured out the condition of the engines and if there might be anyone down there.
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Post by Greywall on Apr 25, 2022 21:09:04 GMT -5
TythonThe rogue wave shook the Tython violently and momentarily killing power, Captain McClain had been trying to reach his superiors when the wave hit and now was concerned about the team on the Koi ship. "Let's get our medical staff ready, might have sustained injuries from that bloody thing. Chaplin, go check the lower decks and make sure we're good." First mate Chaplin went to check on the lower decks as the communications officer received reports from the engine room that everything seemed to be fine. "Comms, tell the medical team to ready themselves for wounded, our own possibly." Graham
The wave hitting the Koi ship slammed Commander Graham and his team in the wall of the hallway, Graham stayed down for a few minutes grunting in pain. "What was that? Did we get hit by something?" he muttered grabbing his arm that hit the wall. "Damn, go check the Elenrians." He would hear the sounds of the Roskanan marines moving through the ship in the distance and walk toward the Elenrians to check on them as his team regrouped. The Gaelians sent in to find the search teams along with the two marines stayed out of the Roskanan's way and made their way to the cargo hold area likely to run into Graham's team and the Elenrians. Derrick
Pain and anguish filled Derrick after the rogue wave hit, he made contact with the wall of the ship rather harshly and wasn't getting up. "Sir! You okay?" a Gaelian rescue member was checking on him, Derrick spat out some blood realizing his pain was coming from broken ribs. "Shit, sir we gotta get you to the Tython!" before the team member could touch him Derrick rose his hand in defiance, "with half my team missing down below? The rest looking for Elenrians and hell the marines in the bridge?...NO I am going nowhere till they are here." Derrick tried standing up but winced in pain before falling back down, the team member grabbed him and took him where he could sit down on the deck near the entry way to the lower deck. "Just sit for a moment, drink this" the team member handed him a flask with water in it and Derrick drank it slowly still wincing from pain. "Tell Tython, we are experiencing difficulty. But we are staying until we find no survivors or...till the other teams are safe." he grunted at the end letting his back lay against the cool and wet wall of the ship he gazed into the clouds above, "fuck you too." BrownBrown was sent flying across the bridge and braced herself to hit the hard control panel of the bridge, she had closed her eyes expecting the impact. Instead she felt something grab her and prevent her from hitting the hard metal, she opened her eyes to see her team staring at her in shock "what?" she looked down and saw her boots dangling down, she looked left of her and saw the Kumo team looking at her before turning her head up and looking into the eyes of a Kumo that had caught her preventing the impact. She locked into the eyes of the spider and froze in fear, she didn't know what to think but her entire being felt like it locked up and she couldn't move or look away. |
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KyferLegs (Diria)
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Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Apr 25, 2022 23:54:34 GMT -5
The cubicle remained silent as the Captain leaned in his chair, becoming impatient. The telegraph operator started at the tiny devices in front of him as nothing came in response. The telegraph operator sighed and picked up the sheet of morse code guides to make sure everything he said was correct. While the telegraph operator also worried about being scolded and yelled at, fear visibly plastered across his face. The Captain sighed, partially confusing the telegraph operator as he got up relatively quickly for his age and leaned against the table. He frowned as he observed the window again, rubbing his brow. "Even if you fucked it up, they were bound to respond." The telegraph operator nodded and glanced up at the window staring into the fog-filled abyss as raindrops covered the window. The men still awaited a response. The Captain picked up a pencil to write the rough area where his spotter, whom he now didn't fully trust, observed ships. He mumbled to himself as he looked at his telegraph operator and the mixed face of worry but also thought. "Considering accents from the messages you picked up when the bridge fucked up our map and knowing our area relative to some of the countries patrolling here, we have to assume we at least have Roskana or UKUG ships out there. But why aren't they responding." The telegraph operator looked at the paper with the Captain as he chimed in response. "Maybe their telegraph is unattended, it is an SOS signal after all, and they are probably there rescuing survivors." The Captain shook his head and spoke more irritated but understanding, "No, I mean, I don't know an foreign country protocol, but I assume someone would always be there, just in case." The operator realized the Captain was probably right and twisted in his chair to face the telegraph with a knock against the metal doorframe.
A man drenched in water awaited the Captain's attention and spoke. "Were still on course, navigator expects were around 1 kilometer till we arrive where the SOS signal would be at." The Captain scoffed and slammed the pen against the desk, causing the telegraph operator's table to shake. "The same fool who got us lost in the first place? After we make this journey complete, I swear to him that he'll be off this ship- and never see the sea for the rest of his path-" The telegraph operator interrupted before the Captain finished yelling, the operator nervously sighing as the message carrier took his chance to leave the cubicle. "Would you like me to repeat the same message?" The Captain turned and went back to the table, picking up the pen and writing and speaking. "Tell them it is the Freighter SS Babayani, Our bearing to the fucking destroyer, and if we don't hear a response, we'll assume CQD and respond anyways." The Captain slammed the pen again and walked off chasing after the messenger, causing the telegraph operator to blink and sigh as he read the paper full of vulgar writing and shortened to a more formal message. He hung his finger over the knob and began to press. The message came out faster this time as it repeated itself, attempting to find a response.
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Post by Sophie on Apr 26, 2022 12:36:10 GMT -5
In an ideal world, the battleship would have immediately maneuvered towards the wave. However, both the captain and the helmsman evaluated the risk of turning the ship and concluded that it would place the aft of the boat towards the damaged vessel, risking damage or destruction of the battleship's screws. Everyone on the battleship was given more than sufficient warning to brace for the impact. The Kumo climbed onto a starboard wall and bent their patellas. When the wave initially hit they were all fine and acted exactly in accordance with their training, but a matter of moments later, they were all slammed into the starboard wall with intense force and deposited them on the ground. An alarm blared throughout the warship, and the captain's voice came on, "Kōun'na hi has collided with the unidentified transport vessel! All parties begin damage inspection." Thankfully the battleship had not suffered any serious damage beyond a small bit of paint trading. "Damage control party one," the captain once again spoke to the ship, "make your way to the wounded staol vessel and begin damage assessments."
The crew on the bridge of the staol vessel were able to hear the battleship's warning and properly braced against the wall. Kimiko Suda, ever keeping her eighth eye on the Gaelians watched as they failed to prepare for the oncoming wave. When they began to fall she realized that one may fall through the glass that they had shattered to get inside. She ran a few steps over and threw her arms out to catch them. Once the ship stabilized she looked down on the small human and relished in the mix of emotions brewing beneath their eyes. She had to hold back her laughter to attempt to maintain her professionalism as she set the human back down.
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Post by Greywall on Apr 26, 2022 19:04:49 GMT -5
Brown blushed in embarrassment softly saying, "thank you." One of her marines brought her shotgun over that she dropped, Brown inspected her weapon before letting her eyes drift to the Koi Captain, "Who would do this?"
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Post by StaolDerg on May 4, 2022 0:49:41 GMT -5
Surprised shouts by the Elenrian search party echoed through the hold and interceding hallways as the vessel suddenly rose in the swell of the ocean wave, hurling inselni and crown alike into the walls. The horrific sound of crunching bones as wings were caught in an awkward angle and ensuing cries of pain bounced in the chamber as many found their bodies covering their lanterns, smothering most light for those in the hall. By some grand miracle, the kerosene the glass held in the wireframes had not been crushed or damaged in any other way than superficial as light was restored by the least injured. Still stunned, the party staggered to their feet and continued to make their way up and out of the vessel, still quite wary of the warning lights flashing above them and alarm blaring.
To their great alarm, hardly moments passed as they were thrown to the starboard again from some mammoth collision. Barely prepared, the Elenrians had already killed most of their lamps and were navigating by touch through the halls as they were slammed against the walls again. This time, the crunch of broken lantern panels erupted as several of the crew slid to the ground, feeling wet and warm blood staining their hands. At least one screamed about their face being stabbed as they desperately scrambled again in the dark, many crying out as their fingers found broken glass instead of only the cold floor.
The poor bastards were unlucky enough to be able to hear the klaxons, but unable to see more than the distant glare of the orange alarm lights as they recovered from the second collision, staggering back to their feet for the second time. Someone tried to light their lamp, but furious, paranoid shouting quickly ended the brief clicks of the lighter as they tried to feel their way out, the rocking of the ship in no way helping.
The crew of the Usio heeded the alarm to the best of their ability as sailors dashed to secure themselves to the rails and dove for security where they could find it. While no strangers to bad weather, the Elenrians were not exactly fans of being airborne nor being absolutely soaked as the whole ship was covered in a great sweeping blow of foamed ocean water, washing dozens of crew members against the hard surface of the rails on the other side. Either incredibly luckily or horrifically unlucky, it seemed that no one had been swept overboard, but at the cost of broken bones as shouts for help began crying out from the decks of soaked crew.
"Heavens above," an absolutely drenched seawoman shouted as she held onto a ventilation tube. "I should've stayed with fishing!"
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Post by VoxApocrypha on May 5, 2022 3:19:40 GMT -5
When the wave had eased and gone by, the crew of the Hadaya returned to their duties, a pair of inspection teams doing a quick evaluation of the ship's hull and deciding that if they were going to sink, at least it'd not be today. The captain himself would have the radio officer broadcast in the open to the other boats, asking a simple question.
"This is the GRRV Hadaya to all vessels currently present alongside the Staol transport. Has any party found any live crew aboard the transport ship? Res(Over)."
At the same time, the captain would start having men start to scan the surrounding ocean for any sort of lifeboats or life preservers, anything in particular to indicate someone was out there or had been out there.
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Post by Greywall on May 5, 2022 20:48:43 GMT -5
The HMS Tython would respond to the Hadaya, "negative, boarding teams have found no survivors"
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Post by EpicToaster1 on May 14, 2022 0:49:41 GMT -5
A few minutes would pass before the metal of the ship would creak again, soon the entire ship lurching before it'd fall back over, landing on the bottom of its hull with a loud thud as the spine of the ship would strain against the stress and the weight.
The containers would shift, spilling staol out any available openings into the cargo hold below and some even out onto the soaking deck through the giant bay doors above the hoppers. Everyone aboard would be thrown back to the floor, but at least it'd now be easier to walk since they don't have to avoid the doorways anymore. The emergency generator would kick back on, subtle lights filling the belly of the ship with its dull hum. The radio would crackle back to life, repeating, albeit faintly, its emergency SOS signal.
Merritaun, Elenria - Approximately around the same time as the current happenings
"SOS. GSV Tamed Seahorse requesting emergency docking rights. GNV Admiral Valor DD accompanying. Please advise. Several injured, requesting medical evac."
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Post by Sophie on May 14, 2022 1:49:09 GMT -5
The Kumo, veterans of the seas, recognized the creaking of the hull to be indicative of critical damage to the spine of the ship. The damage control teams who had only just boarded the stricken vessel immediately began screaming over the storm. "EVERYONE, GET THE HELL OFF THIS VESSEL NOW." They quickly began sprinting into the hull of the vessel repeating the announcement to any living sapient they came across.
Those on the bridge heard the initial announcement and immediately climbed out the window they came in. After the rest of her team had claimed out, Suda suddenly remembered the others in the room and turned back at the Gaelics still on the bridge. She rolled her eyes and then whistled at her team. "Hey! These monkeys are gonna need some help to get out of here fast. Help me make a bridge." The team exchanged a brief look of confusion before complying. They attached their web to the wall just below the window and climbed all the way down to the deck and latched the other end of the web to the foredeck area closest to the Gaelic destroyer so they would be able to cross back aboard the safety of their vessel. The Kumo rapidly filled out the web to make it more tractable for non-Kumo. The entire process took less than two minutes.
Suda quickly became aware of the human's hesitance to walk down their webs. She tried to assuage their fears, "We didn't make it sticky. It's completely safe. Just be careful." She chanced a glance at the hull beneath their feet as if expecting the vessel to come undone at any second.
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Post by StaolDerg on May 14, 2022 2:32:32 GMT -5
In the few minutes before the ship hurled to again, the Elenrians staggered their way up to the upper floors, hand on the person in front as they stumbled through the darkness like a procession of blind soldiers. They were halfway to the ladders of the top deck when the ship tipped and slammed the congregation back onto the floor, sending the already beaten men and women for another round of pained cries as they landed on their untended injuries.
"Turn on a lamp! For the love of Suona, turn on a fucking light!"
"We're on a staol ship, buffoon! No lamp! No lamp!"
They staggered to their feet once more in the dark, but to their surprised relief opened pain-drunk eyelids to the soft, but still illuminating emergency lights. Someone pointed to the end of the hall, their pea coat's cuff stained with blood. "Look! Exit's right there! Let's get out before this blasted ship drowns us!"
"What about the bodies?"
"No time, come on!"
"It's not right! Their spirits will be forever trapped in the deep!"
The chagrined, utterly exhausted sigh of the officer among them echoed through the hall as a gloved hand raised towards the mess hall they had just exited. "May Yanma bless your soul for diligence, seaman. Three of you, grab the body and let's get out of here."
With noticeably fatigued expressions, the other Elenrians shuffled about- the least wounded hurried to grab the body of the Koian from the chair they had set them down earlier, while the more wounded hauled themselves up the deck, secured by a fellow mate who held on to anchor them should another wave shift the direction of the floor again.
Merritaun's port authority were humble compared to the modern docks of Aundui Yio- a pair of patrol boats squadrons, tugs, and a trio of corvettes armed with firefighting equipment and marines were all that kept the port tidy and organized. Yet, the port's radio operator responded without an ounce of hesitation in his voice, "GSV Tamed Seahorse, Your SOS is heeded. Emergency docking rights granted. Proceed to Berth Six, on your right upon reaching harbor. Medical assistance will be summoned promptly."
The operator was well aware that Merritaun's medical facilities consisted of a single small harbor clinic reserved for Kumo. If that several turned out to be a full crew, the motely team of a doctor, a surgeon, and six nurses would surely be overwhelmed.
But that was the last thing on his mind- he was sure that the medical personnel would not hesitate either in his stead to help where possible. Taking a stub of a pencil to jot down a summon, he slammed on the door to summon a messenger, then handed the startled young Crown the note, shouting barely-comprehensible instructions as he hurried back to his seat to send a dispatch.
"Missive to Regional Civil Commissariat- reporting foreign vessel arrival. Injured aboard. Inform Governor's Office."
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Post by Greywall on May 14, 2022 9:13:50 GMT -5
BrownThe Gaelic marines knew immediately what was happening once the creaking began, "Oh fuck! Let's get out of here boys!" Brown would call out, they would try to navigate the bridge but noticed the Kumo at the window building the web bridge, when Suda tried to assure them the two other marines protested, "ma'am that's insane! We can't trust them!" Brown looked at Suda with a trusting and different outlook than before she went onto the bridge, "it's fine marine, lets go!". They would awkwardly begin going across the web bridge leaving their weapons on the bridge to reduce weight, they would make their way across to the foredeck area. Brown would softly without looking at Suda say, "thank you. Again." she began her decent to the deck where the rest of the Gaelic rescue teams were now regrouping and heading for the Tython. GrahamGraham's team was hurled to the ground again, he regained his footing his arm screaming in pain begging him to stop when he heard the creaking. Graham had served years on the Royal Navy and knew all too well the sound, "GET THE FUCK TOP SIDE NOW! GO MOVE!" He rushed over picking up members of the team making his way to one marine struggling against the soreness and pain of hitting the metal wall, "COME ON MARINE WE. ARE. LEAVING!!!!" The Gaelics rushed topside, Graham would shout to them "grab any Elenrian or Roskanan you see and drag them if you have to!" his marine at the front shouted back "what about the spiders!?" Graham annoying said "THEM TOO! WE AREN'T LETTING ANYONE DIE MARINE!" if the Gaelics saw anyone they would work to bring them topside. Once they made their way back to the rain drenched deck they would see several things; the kumo building the web bridge with Brown's marines crossing it, the Gaelic rescue team assembling at the boats to depart for the Tython and two marines struggling to carry a man. "Derrick..." Graham muttered he ran over to them "what happened?" he asked, "Commander, he broke some ribs we think. We gotta get him to med, he lost consciousness a little while ago." Graham cursed at the entire thing, the rescue was a disaster and the Koi vessel was now on the verge of sinking. "Get all our people off now, find Stallings our radio man and tell them the Tython might have to accept non Royal naval personal its the closest ship for some. TythonThe absolute chaos was putting the bridge crew to the test, Captain McClain was relaying to the other vessels even the Kumo one that the Koi ship was on the verge of sinking and that his vessel would take anyone onboard. |
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Post by VoxApocrypha on May 14, 2022 11:59:09 GMT -5
The Roskanan group began to immediately egress, the marines trained for scenarios of the sort. They were quick to make their way back to their own vessel, though they were going to hold their position and wait for everyone to get on board if they damn well could. The team that had gone into the bowels of the ship would begin to sprint back to the nearest hatch back to the deck of the ship, making it back up with only a little time to spare as they sprinted towards the Tython, the closest vessel to the team of marines. They slung their shotguns onto the scabbards on their backs and made quickly to get aboard the Gaelic ship.
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KyferLegs (Diria)
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Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on May 14, 2022 12:19:09 GMT -5
Suddenly the telegraph operator jumped as a message finally came back, and he began furiously writing in the notebook in front of him. He reached over, hand slapping the table as he leaned to the wall phone, and with a few movements, he shouted out into the phone, "Captain! Anyone!?" He sighed as nobody had picked up his response—he then rubbed his forehead and began twisting and tapping the box again. Fortunately, the operator calmed himself for anyone on the receiving end, and the telegraph operator began to speak. "Mirzali, it Alladin, I need you to come here!" Shortly after, with a loud creak of a bulkhead door and shuffling, the messenger from before came back and quickly hurried inside the cubicle. The telegraph operator quickly raised a secondary note on a paper which was a confirmed response from the Gaelic ship. "Mirzali, you need to give this straight to the Captain. Tell him I'm going to send a response immediately." The messenger soon snatched the message and ran from the room to find wherever the Captain had wandered.
Meanwhile, the telegraph operator quickly wrote on a paper, finding the words he was going to send, then shortly after, he began to type on the telegraph.
Meanwhile, the ship's bridge suddenly shook to life more than it seemed as the navigator yelled out, pointing to the horizon. "Ships straight ahead!" The crew members were able to peer outside the windows, then narrowed their eyes and observed the traces of foreign bridges and lights on the horizon, which seemed to flash as waves went by, making keeping track of them a struggling endeavor. As the ship outlines and lights became more visible and easier to track, forepersons and managers ran along the ship's deck, shouting orders and commands at the crew. And as the time went on soon, small boxes full of extra rations, some towels, and other reserve equipment that anyone overboard needed.
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