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Post by Sophie on May 14, 2022 14:30:13 GMT -5
As the Kumo below decks began racing up through the ship's guts, they burst through hatches, disregarding the standard protocol for wounded boats and leaving the hatches wide open. They found severe damage that hampered movement through the floor; they ran across the walls and ceiling. They happily ignored ladders and fled through the open hatches on the roof. However, they did stop when they came across a group of wounded Elenrians. They failed to notice that they were trying to recover the corpses of the koians and quickly began collecting them off the ground. “We need to get you off this cursed boat right now. How wounded are you?”
Suda offered a quick nod and smiled at the Gaelians. “Don’t mention it; now get the hell out of here before this husk collapses into the waves.” She and her team quickly turned away and began running for the webs that connected the Koian vessel and the Kumo battleship.
The damage control team was eager to get off the doomed vessel and felt confident that everyone onboard had heard their announcement, so they quickly rushed for the surface. They linked up with the Kumo crews who had been below deck and helped them carry the Elenrians across the web onto the Kumo battleship.
GSV Tamed Seahorse and GNV Admiral Valor; This is Rear Admiral Hitomi Oshima, commander of the Yayuri fleet. Disregard instructions from Merrituan port authority. Permission to dock has been denied. Lay anchor fifty kilometers from Merrituan port. I will dispatch several teams to inspect the state of your vessels before being allowed to dock.”
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Post by StaolDerg on May 16, 2022 13:45:59 GMT -5
Despite the protests of the Elenrians, they found themselves in little capacity to argue- their pained expressions in addition to the visible injuries and limps of broken bones as they tried to retrieve the bodies hardly needed must explanation to justify a medivac. One of the sailors tried to lug the body of the Koian from the mess hall, groaning to the Kumo in a strained voice- "The bodies, we've got to give them burial-" but found in the darkness of the hardly-lit room and the already set attitudes of the Kumo that his protests went unheard.
Resignedly, the Elenrians allowed themselves to be assisted out of the ship, gripping their torn injuries and gritting their teeth. "Several of us got torn up bad by broken glass," the officer informed the Kumo. "And the ship's tossing smashed multiple bones." She hissed in pain, feeling warm blood in her mouth. Her jaw felt sore. "We're sorry, we couldn't find survivors- the cargo compartment had open hatches and at least one was welded or jammed open."
The radio operator grimaced at the intervening order of the Admiral. There was little he could do there- the Kumo held greater authority to him.
"Fucking spiders," he muttered, slapping the wood surface of his desk. No matter. They'd mobilize some medical equipment anyway for the port, in case the Admiral allowed the Galrans to dock. Preparation to help others was no crime, surely."
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Post by VoxApocrypha on May 17, 2022 4:36:04 GMT -5
The captain of the Hadaya would have the radio technician communicate to the Koians again, relaying that the vessel was heavily damaged and likely to sink any moment, and that they nor anyone else had any possible way to repair the damage. They would as well relay that they found no living soul aboard the vessel beyond the crews of the other vessels that had responded to the distress call.
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Post by EpicToaster1 on May 19, 2022 15:44:11 GMT -5
The Koian vessel would continue to groan with the waves, but it would seem for now it would be staying afloat. The hum of the engines rises above the stormy sea, the weak distress signal still playing on loop over the Telegraph waves. Faintly glowing orange dust would emanate from the roofs of the ore hoppers.
It would seem it has stabilized enough such that the remaining crews can safely make it to their ships. However, towing it seems like it’d be a monumental task should the surrounding ships choose to do so.
The Galran radio operator would fall silent for a second. “Our ship is not in need of service. We have rescued seamen we wish to give proper care and our two vessels will be on their way. Our Escort doesn’t mind remaining away from port while we drop them off. Our own men will not be disembarking from the ship.”
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Post by Greywall on May 19, 2022 16:14:26 GMT -5
The Tython crew would regroup back on the ship, unaware of the Galra vessel or communications being exchanged via the Kumo aligned ships.
Derrick was taken to the medical bay while Graham and Brown reported to the bridge to debrief what they saw on the koi ship. The Tython would take the other non gaelic crew and have them examined medically before reaching out to the other ships to have them sent back. If not told of the galra vessel she would continue to gather intel and observe the koi ship until it was deemed unnecessary and return to port in Cricon.
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Post by Sophie on May 24, 2022 23:39:18 GMT -5
The Captain of the Kumosenkan Battleship again made an order to call back to Koi. "Koian Port Authority this is RBS Kōun'na hi. Damaged Koian transport has been deemed mortally wounded by two Kumosenkan damage control teams. Please be advised we have deemed towing the vessel untenable, by either Kumosenkan or Koian authorities. Recommend writing off vessel as lost and abandoning rescue efforts. All crew found either dead or abandoned."
The Rear Admiral of the Yayuri fleet again reached out over the radio. "Galran vessels you have not been given authority to dock. Until we can verify the authenticity of your claims you will not be given said authority. We will provide Kumosenkan corpswomen from our warships to examine casualty seamen provided you can assure us the vessel is not, nor should not, be under quarantine protocols. Be advised that assuring no quarantine necessary incorrectly will result in severe consequences. If our corpswomen deem docking in Elenria necessary for your claimed casualties we will allow only the vessel containing said casualties will be allowed to dock. Your warship is not to enter the territorial waters of Elenria. Which is fifty kilometers from shore. Lay anchor at stated distance and await inspection."
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Post by EpicToaster1 on May 31, 2022 10:13:54 GMT -5
There would be a long moment of silence before the radio would crackle back to life, this time a different voice filling the air. “Kumo Battleship Kōun’na hi, this is Termingrad Port Authority at the request of the Ministry of Staol. Please be advised, this message is being broadcasted across all frequencies we have received messages from the area so all ships can hear this message. If it is safe to do so, please retrieve any persons you have found for identification and returning them to their families. If any vessel is capable of doing so, please take a picture of the ship and deliver this image at earliest convenience either by yourself or by government officials, whichever is easier and allowed. If any documents have been retrieved, such as the cargo manifest or route plan, please return those to us. The Kuubikukiri is now under immediate investigation as the vessel was not cleared to leave port due to ongoing repairs to its engines. We are unsure why it is in the middle of the ocean.”
The Galran vessel would quickly pause before responding. “We shall wait where advised, but please bring medical supplies. We have some who we’re not sure how much more time they can wa-” The radioman would cut off, the audible sound of the microphone being covered. Faintly, the words “sir we lost one” would be muffled through the open mic. The operator would remove their hand and speak again. “Please hurry.”
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Post by Greywall on Jun 1, 2022 11:16:34 GMT -5
“Termingrad port authority, this is captain McClain of HMS Tython, UKUG Royal Navy. Our search parties believe vessel to be compromised and a hazard, we have withdrawn our search parties and rescue teams. No bodies recovered or documents on our end.”
The Tython was now steadily regrouped and had sent injured to its medical bay, the Roskana crew were advised to wait until the Gaelic destroyer could get closer to the Roskanan vessel to depart but overall they were awaiting further orders from Naval high command and the Koi. Instinctively of course, they kept an eye on the Kumo warship with torpedo bays at the ready as the captain still believed them to be hostile despite his reports that they had some members apologize on the koi ship for their behavior earlier.
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Post by StaolDerg on Jun 29, 2022 19:11:39 GMT -5
"What's going on? Why is the full medical staff of the port being called?"
The radio operator looked up from his station to the breathless faces of both the messenger he'd sent off, joined by an equally breathless Port Authority officer. Both caught their breaths with a hand on the wall for support as the operator shrugged off his headset.
"Vessel SOS off the coast- Galrans with wounded aboard asking to dock. I called for medical and offered a berth, but Rear Admiral Oshima's rescinded the docking order and is making them sit out there until they give them a proper shakedown."
"There's not much we can do about that. The Admiral's above us."
"Surely we can mobilize some boats on standby?"
The officer pinched the bridge of their nose. "As much as it pains me, no."
A thought occurred to the operator. "What about clothing? Can we provide them some spare sheets, maybe some pure alcohol?"
The officer made a face. "We must ask the Admiral. I know Citadel Hailun has a stockpile of emergency equipment in case of floods in the outer delta- ask first, and if we get a go-ahead, I'll notify the Beitou family heads."
With a firm nod, the operator turned back to his equipment and rapidly tapped out another message, this time to the Yayuri fleet.
"Merritaun Fleet Authority to Rear Admiral Oshima-kama: Request to prepare and provide spare clothing and medical equipment to the Galran vessels."
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Post by Sophie on Jun 30, 2022 10:37:30 GMT -5
"Merrituan Fleet Authority, you are out of line. Cease all further communications. You have no business aiding foreign militaries on my shores." The Admiral barked into the radio, clearly irate that the Elenrians dare even breathe in her direction.
"Galran vessels please inform when you have laid anchor and give exact coordinates. Medical and engineering teams are on standby to investigate and aid your vessels. Provided what you have claimed so far is completely factual you will be allowed to dock in Elenria and receive further aid." The Rear Admiral informed the Galran ships. She selected a small squadron of her own ships to investigate consisting of a single battlecruiser, a light cruiser, and three destroyers. This was hardly a fraction of her fleet, but she believed it'd be more than enough to handle whatever ambush the Galrans were plotting.
"Termingrad Port Authority this is Battleship Kōun’na hi, our investigatory teams recovered several documents including a route plan, but they do not adhere to Koian standard and seem incomplete. Unfortunately, our damage control teams have deemed the vessel mortally wounded and we cannot risk returning our crews in order to retrieve the dead."
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 28, 2022 22:21:49 GMT -5
"Battleship Kōun’na hi, Termingrad Port Authority, understood. Please standby, information being relayed to higher authorities. Please advise once more, what is the name of the vessel found?"
The Kuubikukiri would groan as it moved in the waves, the lights flickering on and off as the engine is briefly starved of fuel before seemingly self-reloading itself in the motion of the waves. The bright alarms would continue to flash at each of the door entrances, the bulkheads opening and closing with the rocking motion, helping to move air in and out. A sudden metallic pop would ring out, before several moments later the faint but familiar glow of dust in the air would begin to leak out into the dreary atmosphere. The rain would quickly matte it down, but it'd manage to make just enough of a plume to warn the ships around that one of the containment vessels inside must have broken open, releasing more of its contents into the cargo hold.
"Understood. We are anchored at ██.████, ██.████. All spotlights on for both vessels, can't miss us. Admiral Valor is located half a naut further from shore."
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Post by Greywall on Jul 30, 2022 9:51:34 GMT -5
The satisfying sound of the Bata shotgun being reloaded coincided with the rough waves against the Tython. Brown was checking her equipment and making sure everything was prepared in the event the needed to reboard the Koi vessel. Her team were inspecting their weapons as well, most Gaelic marines used shotguns when boarding ships and Brown's group was no exception. As she began sliding her knife into her boot her thoughts went back to the Kumo, 'Dammit, stop thinking about her' Brown blushed and her heart started racing a bit as she remembered her face. "Brown!" she was startled slapping her face lightly to try and make it seem it was flushed from that, when she turned around Commander Graham was standing behind her.
"Brown have your team ready, the Koi ship is still floating somehow, and we might have to reboard, even if we don't, we should all be combat ready. We didn't plan for a Kumo capital ship." Graham was combat ready this time, a Bata slung around his back and dual revolvers on his hips, across his chest was his darkened tartan and the distinct handle of a Dirk knife. "I don't think the Kumo will engage us sir, they aided us on the bridge and Derrick's team reported they uh...well apologized, for their earlier interaction." Graham wasn't buying it, he had 13 years in the Royal Navy invested and every Kumo engagement was a tense one. Fighting never broke among patrolling ships, but here they were stuck next to each other. "Don't trust them Brown at the end of the day they're the enemy." Graham saluted Brown before heading to check on another group of marines on the deck, Brown returned the salute but was conflicted, 'then why didn't she let me die?' she thought.
Derrick was slowly waking up, he could feel the disconnect of his body and mind, 'pain medication' he thought. 'How bad?' his eyes tried to look around but his mind and body wanted him to close them, he couldn't stay awake with the medication and his general exhaustion from Koi ship. He slipped back into a deep sleep where his thoughts went to his home, Baile Dorcha was a open paradise resting on the Zedon river, a large farming town that shipped everything from wheat and potatoes to cattle and chickens via the railroad and even riverboats. It was a safe warm community where most people knew each other and the only traffic that really came were passersby to Jamestown or Sepedia via the rail line.
Derrick could feel the warm air on his face as if he was there, it rarely got too hot with the river and if it did most retreated to it to cool off. Gaelics and Xaspeshi for a hundred years or so had intermingled making most of the town mixed in population, Derrick was Ichlan which was Gaelic for multi-clan, the Gaelics didn't view the Xaspeshi as different people and when they arrived to Touli integrated them into their culture. In a world where humans shared it with different species skin tone along with ethnic and cultural differences weren't a big deal among humans or at the least the Gaelics. Derrick enjoyed nights celebrating Gaelic holidays and feasts only to then get to celebrate Xaspeshi culture and customs. He as proud of who he was, he was a person of two worlds that embraced him lovingly. But not everything was perfect, some Gaelics didn't like the fact some Clans were mixing with the 'native' population. And some Xaspeshi were worried about the complete cultural takeover of their youth in the last decade or so.
Aside from social issues, the only thing happening in Baile Dorcha other than harvesting food for the UKUG was the nearby airbase. If Derrick loved on thing about growing up in that town, it was watching the Royal Airforce fly off the nearby airfield. He wanted to be a pilot, to fly a plane and travel the United Kingdom, he had several toys, models and drawings of aircraft. He told his parents of his intention to join the RAF as soon as he turned 18, "how did I get here?" his voice echoed in the dream, "Wake up!" Derrick's eyes were blinded by the light of the infirmary. He groaned slowly turning his head to see Graham standing over him, "You gonna make it?" Graham asked.
Derrick smiled, "Of course, just a few broken ribs" he said weakly. "Punctured lung and bruised diaphragm too." Graham said coldly, Derrick didn't react he knew his injuries were serious. "Get some rest, some of us are going to be on standby if we need to reboard." Derrick's eyes widened a sense of panic and anxiety overtook him "Gr...GRa...wait!" Graham was walking out before stopping, "Whatever you do, do not get on that ship again" Derrick pleaded his voice struggling to be loud enough. Graham nodded, "If i'm given orders I have to follow them, please get some rest" he then turned and left the infirmary. "Dammit, Graham. Stubborn ass." Derrick stared at the ceiling and tried to get some more rest, 'I'm going to be here for a while...'
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