Coinich
Party Chairman
Oops forgot I saved a screenie of this battle too. I hope everyone had a great holiday
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BSS EULBAR (SSN-6), PATROLLING SOUTHWEST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTÚN AND THE STRAIT OF CHICHÉN ITZA INTERNATIONAL WATERS 1800 HOURS BST, AUGUST 13th, 2052
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Where are you ., Captain (Submarines) Merodach Baladan whispered quizzically? He was intently studying the sonar screen.
This was a very big deal.
No! This was a huge deal!
The Mayans had produced a new class of submarine, and it was being very quiet. Too quiet. There had been no intelligence report of any nuclear capability in the Mayan submarine fleet, so either intelligence was wrong, which was likely during the fog of war, or the Mayans had produced a diesel submarine that was as quiet as a nuke. Personally, Merodach believed it was a nuke. So now, the game rules had changed. The game of cat-and-mouse had begun. The EULBAR had found the Mayan sub, and regardless of what the new ship was, it had to be sunk. Merodach always thought of the irony that nobody but his crew knew what was going on right now. The aura of silence and lack of communications meant that Merodach had to act using his best judgement.
Hours past. Silence was paramount. Only those personnel on watch were allowed out of their bunks. To allow anything else would subject the ship to noise exposure risk. Watches changed. Unnecessary machinery remained shut off. Men ate meals of sandwiches in absolute silence. The cooks couldnt even use their equipment to cook. Time crept slowly while the EULBAR prowled the waters, just listening in the silence for anything, a hint, a noise something.
There sir, said the Sonar Supervisor to Captain Baladan. Thats her. Im positive. Thank you, Merodach said to the Sonar Supervisor. Officer of the Deck, he whispered loudly, its time to man battle stations.
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BSS EULBAR (SSN-6), PATROLLING SOUTHWEST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTÚN AND THE STRAIT OF CHICHÉN ITZA INTERNATIONAL WATERS 1800 HOURS BST, AUGUST 13th, 2052
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Where are you ., Captain (Submarines) Merodach Baladan whispered quizzically? He was intently studying the sonar screen.
This was a very big deal.
No! This was a huge deal!
The Mayans had produced a new class of submarine, and it was being very quiet. Too quiet. There had been no intelligence report of any nuclear capability in the Mayan submarine fleet, so either intelligence was wrong, which was likely during the fog of war, or the Mayans had produced a diesel submarine that was as quiet as a nuke. Personally, Merodach believed it was a nuke. So now, the game rules had changed. The game of cat-and-mouse had begun. The EULBAR had found the Mayan sub, and regardless of what the new ship was, it had to be sunk. Merodach always thought of the irony that nobody but his crew knew what was going on right now. The aura of silence and lack of communications meant that Merodach had to act using his best judgement.
Hours past. Silence was paramount. Only those personnel on watch were allowed out of their bunks. To allow anything else would subject the ship to noise exposure risk. Watches changed. Unnecessary machinery remained shut off. Men ate meals of sandwiches in absolute silence. The cooks couldnt even use their equipment to cook. Time crept slowly while the EULBAR prowled the waters, just listening in the silence for anything, a hint, a noise something.
There sir, said the Sonar Supervisor to Captain Baladan. Thats her. Im positive. Thank you, Merodach said to the Sonar Supervisor. Officer of the Deck, he whispered loudly, its time to man battle stations.