Scandigrad
TNPer
"Conn, radio." the officer called over the intecom, "flash traffic on the ELF. Looks like they want us to come shallow, priority 2."
"Very well." the CO responded. He was a younger gentleman, beginning to go grey. He was 45, and was the latest skipper to take command of the CSS Admiral Bana, a Virginia Class SSN. If you asked anyone in the crew, it was the finest ship in the Scandigradian Navy, and with justification, since it was perhaps the most decorated ship in the fleet (most were classified, however). Times were changing though, since a large chunk of the crew had been rotated off since it's last major action, including the last captain.
The Skipper was proud of his vessel. It was running well, and he felt very secure in his command. His crew considered him their uncle, the one that didn't get in your face like your dad, but had no problem telling you when you messed up. The crew felt secure in his leadership, and he felt very confident in their ability to preform.
"Helm, make your depth 061" the Captain ordered.
"061 feet, helm aye,"
As the ship approached parascope depth, the Captain called over a messenger. "Seaman, get the XO." "Aye sir," was the young man's response. Checking his watch, the Captain noticed it was 2314Z. It'd probably be time for him to get some shuteye, provided whatever command seemed to want didn't require his immediate attention. The Control Room had already been switched to the red lights to signify 'nighttime', even though it was all relative on a sub anyway.
"XO reporting, sir." The XO was an experienced gentleman as well. A Lieutenant Commander, the XO was also quite young, considering his rank. His last tour had been on the CSS Supernova, an Ohio Class SSGN, and the Skipper was trying to help the boy get into the mindset of a fast attack skipper.
"Thank you XO. We've got FLASH traffic coming in on the ELF. Priority 2. We'll see what Command has for us today." As if on cue, the intercom chimed to life.
"Conn, radio. New message traffic received."
"Very well, send it in." A petty officer ran the message from the radio room to the Skipper, who read over it quickly. "Looks like we've got a multi-national exercise, XO!"
"With who, sir?"
"Take a look for yourself." The Skipper handed the XO the message.
"The Almanianians? Interesting. Should be a good one, sir."
"Yeah, sure seems like it. Well, I'll let you get our Officer of the Watch, Lieutenant Bradley up to speed, and we'll leave him on his way, shall we?"
"Very well sir."
"Lieutenant Bradley, you have the Conn."
"Aye Skipper!" a voice called from across the control room.
The Captain departed for his quarters. He had reading to do, and sleep to catch up on. But that had pretty much gone out the window by now. The excitement of preforming an exercise under his first command was just too much for him to get to sleep. He would not let the Almanianians win this one.
"Very well." the CO responded. He was a younger gentleman, beginning to go grey. He was 45, and was the latest skipper to take command of the CSS Admiral Bana, a Virginia Class SSN. If you asked anyone in the crew, it was the finest ship in the Scandigradian Navy, and with justification, since it was perhaps the most decorated ship in the fleet (most were classified, however). Times were changing though, since a large chunk of the crew had been rotated off since it's last major action, including the last captain.
The Skipper was proud of his vessel. It was running well, and he felt very secure in his command. His crew considered him their uncle, the one that didn't get in your face like your dad, but had no problem telling you when you messed up. The crew felt secure in his leadership, and he felt very confident in their ability to preform.
"Helm, make your depth 061" the Captain ordered.
"061 feet, helm aye,"
As the ship approached parascope depth, the Captain called over a messenger. "Seaman, get the XO." "Aye sir," was the young man's response. Checking his watch, the Captain noticed it was 2314Z. It'd probably be time for him to get some shuteye, provided whatever command seemed to want didn't require his immediate attention. The Control Room had already been switched to the red lights to signify 'nighttime', even though it was all relative on a sub anyway.
"XO reporting, sir." The XO was an experienced gentleman as well. A Lieutenant Commander, the XO was also quite young, considering his rank. His last tour had been on the CSS Supernova, an Ohio Class SSGN, and the Skipper was trying to help the boy get into the mindset of a fast attack skipper.
"Thank you XO. We've got FLASH traffic coming in on the ELF. Priority 2. We'll see what Command has for us today." As if on cue, the intercom chimed to life.
"Conn, radio. New message traffic received."
"Very well, send it in." A petty officer ran the message from the radio room to the Skipper, who read over it quickly. "Looks like we've got a multi-national exercise, XO!"
"With who, sir?"
"Take a look for yourself." The Skipper handed the XO the message.
"The Almanianians? Interesting. Should be a good one, sir."
"Yeah, sure seems like it. Well, I'll let you get our Officer of the Watch, Lieutenant Bradley up to speed, and we'll leave him on his way, shall we?"
"Very well sir."
"Lieutenant Bradley, you have the Conn."
"Aye Skipper!" a voice called from across the control room.
The Captain departed for his quarters. He had reading to do, and sleep to catch up on. But that had pretty much gone out the window by now. The excitement of preforming an exercise under his first command was just too much for him to get to sleep. He would not let the Almanianians win this one.
SATTELITE UPLINK:TO: COMMANDER, CSS ADMIRAL BANA
FROM: SUBFLTCOM
SUBJ: SOUTHERN CROSS
ENCR: TOP SECRET
MSG: M03D23Y2013T2312Z
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