Mouxordia
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- Pronouns
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- TNP Nation
- Mouxordia, Valencia
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0817 local time, Keris, Prydania
Cvjetko Marinić puffed out a cloud of smoke from the Ascalonian cigar that hung between his teeth. He much preferred the taste of Naizerri chewing tobacco, but one couldn't really spit on the deck of a brand-new ship. Especially one constructed for another nation. He wouldn't have done it even if it had been an older ship, as it was just plain disrespectful. But the man still needed his fix of nicotine, and the Ascalonian cigars were up-to-snuff with his standards. He leaned over the side of the railing on the starboard bridgewing of the littoral combat ship, the pre-commissioning unit Absalon; one of two sister ships that were being delivered to the Prydanian Navy. As the program director in charge of the Prydanian government's hefty order of four LCSes, three DDGs, and four FFGs, he felt personally responsible for the appropriate gravitas associated with delivering a respectable seafaring vessel, especially a warship. He represented Strazar Shipbuilding, and it was his job to see to the satisfaction of the Prydanian Navy when they received what they ordered from them. He observed the tug mooring alongside as the Prydanian harbor pilot guided and instructed the assisting vessel where to push on the structure of the soon-to-be Absalon for the most effective control.
Everything was a first for everyone. Never before had a Mouxordian-built been delivered to the Prydanians; never before had the tug captains guided a ship of this caliber, nor the personnel on the pier moored a ship like this. It was stressed to him by the company director that the President himself would be arriving to oversee the official commissioning -- as well as the King of Prydania himself. Everything had to go right, but they were engineers and shipwrights and sailors, so everything would, because that's just what they did. Even still, the stress of ensuring it had been grinding on Cvjetko's nerves for the past couple of months. He glanced up toward the bow and the forecastle, picking his radio up off his beltloop to message the forward handler.
"Ludi, make sure the tug watch watches those lines. They're brand-new nylons and I don't want one parting and the snapback to kill anyone," he nitpicked. Ludi voiced back an affirmative, and Cvjetko could see the man bark out and gesture to the tug watch. The lines wouldn't break, even if they were knew, but this was arguably the most dangerous part of being on a ship and the one where the ship itself had the least amount of control. It was also a task that the ship wasn't really intended for. She was designed with directional thrusters so that it would be possible for her to moor and get underway without any tug assistance. But no one was an expert with them, despite them building the damned things, and they couldn't get authorization from the Mouxordian Navy to steal couple of junior officers to help pilot and safely moor the ship. They had a bunch of sticks up their asses.
Even with that minor hiccup, they adapted and overcame and simply asked for a tug. Thankfully, he couldn't have asked for a better voyage all the way from Mouxordia, with a calm sea state no foul weather to hinder their voyage across the several seas and through the various straits. And, although the clouds hung low in the sky over Keris, the seas were calm and permitted gentle passage. By the turn of the hour, the brow was lowered onto the ship and quarterdeck was set up to greet the first of the minor Prydanian officials. But the makeshift crew to bring the vessel to her new home did not clamor to disembark the vessel, they set forth dressing the ship; laying the signal pennants and attaching them to a wire to span from the stemhead to the masthead, and then the masthead to the taffrail. They were just about done with the task by the time the Absalon's sister ship, the Jägdar finally moored and set about the same task. There would be time to explore and celebrate after the commissioning. They had less than two days' time to work with the Prydanian shipwrights and engineers to get the last of the bells and whistles aboard each ship and at least appear ready to sail, even if it would take a few more months to install the more complex combat systems and train the crews.
Cvetjko took another long drag of the cigar that hung from his lips as he watched the sun climb higher into the sky. It was gonna be a Hell of a next few days.
0817 local time, Keris, Prydania
Cvjetko Marinić puffed out a cloud of smoke from the Ascalonian cigar that hung between his teeth. He much preferred the taste of Naizerri chewing tobacco, but one couldn't really spit on the deck of a brand-new ship. Especially one constructed for another nation. He wouldn't have done it even if it had been an older ship, as it was just plain disrespectful. But the man still needed his fix of nicotine, and the Ascalonian cigars were up-to-snuff with his standards. He leaned over the side of the railing on the starboard bridgewing of the littoral combat ship, the pre-commissioning unit Absalon; one of two sister ships that were being delivered to the Prydanian Navy. As the program director in charge of the Prydanian government's hefty order of four LCSes, three DDGs, and four FFGs, he felt personally responsible for the appropriate gravitas associated with delivering a respectable seafaring vessel, especially a warship. He represented Strazar Shipbuilding, and it was his job to see to the satisfaction of the Prydanian Navy when they received what they ordered from them. He observed the tug mooring alongside as the Prydanian harbor pilot guided and instructed the assisting vessel where to push on the structure of the soon-to-be Absalon for the most effective control.
Everything was a first for everyone. Never before had a Mouxordian-built been delivered to the Prydanians; never before had the tug captains guided a ship of this caliber, nor the personnel on the pier moored a ship like this. It was stressed to him by the company director that the President himself would be arriving to oversee the official commissioning -- as well as the King of Prydania himself. Everything had to go right, but they were engineers and shipwrights and sailors, so everything would, because that's just what they did. Even still, the stress of ensuring it had been grinding on Cvjetko's nerves for the past couple of months. He glanced up toward the bow and the forecastle, picking his radio up off his beltloop to message the forward handler.
"Ludi, make sure the tug watch watches those lines. They're brand-new nylons and I don't want one parting and the snapback to kill anyone," he nitpicked. Ludi voiced back an affirmative, and Cvjetko could see the man bark out and gesture to the tug watch. The lines wouldn't break, even if they were knew, but this was arguably the most dangerous part of being on a ship and the one where the ship itself had the least amount of control. It was also a task that the ship wasn't really intended for. She was designed with directional thrusters so that it would be possible for her to moor and get underway without any tug assistance. But no one was an expert with them, despite them building the damned things, and they couldn't get authorization from the Mouxordian Navy to steal couple of junior officers to help pilot and safely moor the ship. They had a bunch of sticks up their asses.
Even with that minor hiccup, they adapted and overcame and simply asked for a tug. Thankfully, he couldn't have asked for a better voyage all the way from Mouxordia, with a calm sea state no foul weather to hinder their voyage across the several seas and through the various straits. And, although the clouds hung low in the sky over Keris, the seas were calm and permitted gentle passage. By the turn of the hour, the brow was lowered onto the ship and quarterdeck was set up to greet the first of the minor Prydanian officials. But the makeshift crew to bring the vessel to her new home did not clamor to disembark the vessel, they set forth dressing the ship; laying the signal pennants and attaching them to a wire to span from the stemhead to the masthead, and then the masthead to the taffrail. They were just about done with the task by the time the Absalon's sister ship, the Jägdar finally moored and set about the same task. There would be time to explore and celebrate after the commissioning. They had less than two days' time to work with the Prydanian shipwrights and engineers to get the last of the bells and whistles aboard each ship and at least appear ready to sail, even if it would take a few more months to install the more complex combat systems and train the crews.
Cvetjko took another long drag of the cigar that hung from his lips as he watched the sun climb higher into the sky. It was gonna be a Hell of a next few days.