Training Mission

"Training Mission: In Which The Viperous Tests the Waters"

When: May 1940 (RL Date: June 9, 2008)
Where: HMS Viperous, the seas in and around Rosyth, Scotland

What: The crew is put through their paces when the Viperous goes out on her first training mission.

Command bridge

HMS Viperous-----> > > > > THE GREATEST GENERATION < < <


The bridge is the traditional center of command for any ship and, in many ways, the basic design remains similar to the days of wood and sails. The helmsman operates 20th-century steering controls rather than an old wooden wheel and the weapon stations control gunnery and torpedoes rather than cannons, but the principles remain the same. Windows allow the captain to look out onto the water from his post at the center of it all, though the seat isn't as comfortable for the man in charge as some may claim.

It is currently daytime.

The sea around you is a glassy calm.

Type Name Brg. Hdg. Altitude Spd. Rng.

Systems:
1. Steering Gear

Sub-Rooms :
1. Helmsman
2. Main Guns
3. Torpedoes
4. Captain

Contents
Joanna
Logan
Marisco
Matthew
Death
Hands
Conlan
Mr.Pearce
Watson

Flying bridge <FB> Radio room <RR>
Starboard rail <SR> Port rail <PR>
Captain's cabin <CC>

Joanna arrives from the Radio room.

"Well, its time to carry them out. You'll be leaving the port, travelling a couple of miles up the coast, and using a target ship for some practice, and just to test that everything is truly in fighting trim. Everything will be observed from the shore of course, but we'll still be expecting a report from you, Mr Pearce, and you, Mr Hands, on the state of the engines and armaments." the technical officer replies. "The more thorough the test the better. You will be rearmed upon your return, and then I believe you will be ordered to join the Home Fleet at Scapa Flow… though I cannot say for sure, admirals work in mysterious ways.".

Hands gives a proper salute and answers, "Yes, sir. I have no doubt we will accomplish our mission sir."

Conlan continues to stand calmly to the side, watching the interaction between Hands and the Technical Officer with quiet interest. The Sub-Lt is a new arrival here, and is in truth still feeling out his place here on the ship. As orders are given to Hands, the Canadian looks to the man expectantly — a placid look remaining upon his features for now.

"A report, yes sir." Mr.Pearce doesn't quite manage a salute, waving his hand somewhere in the vicinity of his beanie. He mutters to himself, clearly somewhat unaware that it's easily audible, "A report, huh, won't have time to finish the 1932 collection now, have me scribbling all afternoon, what a bad show."

Mr.Pearce eyes the Lt.Comdr. resentfully from the corner of his watery blue eyes.

Matthew finishes the rest of his coffee. He sticks his hand in his pocket.

Joanna is new as well, so she just sticks to the back of the officer pack and keeps quiet, though she can't hide her excitement at the prospect of getting underway.

Marisco waits at ease, listening carefully to the detailing of the procedures to be followed in the exercize. He's in charge of the depth charges, manning a set of pom-poms as a second, but still listens carefully to word from the Gunnery Chief.

The technical officer slinks off, leaving you lot to get on with it. Have fun.

«Game» Logan moves into Helmsman.

Hands turns and says "Bosun, please pipe the lieutenant commander ashore when he's ready." He then adds "Everyone else to your duty stations, Mr. Marisco man the AA guns and Mr. Conlan to the Main guns forward." Turning to Mr. Pearce, "Mr. Pearce report once you have the engines ready!"

Joanna nods, getting off a "Yes, sir!" and salute to the Lieutenant commander before scurrying back to the radio room.

Matthew strokes his chin. "Want me to do anything?"

«Game» Logan moves out of Helmsman.

Radio room

HMS Viperous-----> > > > > THE GREATEST GENERATION < < <


The constant chatter of the radios and the tappity-tap-tap of morse code permeates this room. Radio equipment, log books, code books and coffee cups litter the variety of tables set into this cubby-hole of a room, hardly large enough to fit five people. A sonar station is set into its own little cubby-hole, manned night and day, usually by a bored operator.

It is currently dusk.

The sea around you is a glassy calm.

Type Name Brg. Hdg. Altitude Spd. Rng.

Systems:
1. Radio (0% damaged)

Sub-Rooms :
1. Radar
2. Sonar

Contents

Joanna

Command bridge <CB> Galley <G>

Joanna arrives from the Command bridge.

«Game» Joanna moves into Radar.

«VSpace» HMS Viperous goes to battle stations!

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 282 Rng -> 17072 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says, "Bosun, have all stations report in when they are ready"

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft crew space) Matthew says "Oy, Where am I needed Sir? Do I have any orders?

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands speaks through the 'phone' to the engine room, "Fire Engine One!"

Joanna settles into the radar station, fixing her eyes on the squiggling lines on the electronic display.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan glances back towards Hands from the Gunnery Station on the Bridge. "The main guns are crewed, and ready Sir." He says brisk voice, that lacks any sort of flourish. "We are ready to fire once our target is sighted, sir." His pale eyes turn back to the calm seas, waiting to sight their first and only 'catch' of the day.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls into the tube that serves as an intercome, "Hello? HELLO???!!! DOES THIS WORK?" He lowers his voice. "Turning on engines." A low thrum suddenly echoes through the ship, as the engines fire up. "Engines are up and running, low power." Mr.Pearce sounds surprised.

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco calls over to the crew of the starboard AA guns "Battle stations ready, Starboard AA set." into the tube.

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft crew space) Matthew turns on the phone. he calls up the Bridge. "Sir, Medical Officer here, Where do you want me?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 346 Rng -> 18304 yards 0 knots

Joanna straightens, once she's made certain the equipment is working, to stride over to the intercom and buzz in. "Radar stations ready, sir. We've got radar contact. A ship at 18,304 yards, bearing 346."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands say, "Standby to cast lines…Cast Lines!" the command is echoed.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands answers, "Medical Personnel report to the Galley Mr. Matthew"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 13 Rng -> 18304 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands answers the Radioman, "Bearing 346.." and relays the command to the Helm, "All ahead slow bearing 346.

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco peers through the sights of the pom-pom gun, looking up towards the grey sky streaked with orange from the west at dusk.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan buzzes then on the Intercom to the Forward Battery. "Forward Battery, Ship Noted on Radar at 18,304 Yards, Bearing 346. Bring the guns to bear, and make ready."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands buzzes back on the radio, "Fire upon my command, Mr. Conlan."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 6 Rng -> 17373 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Galley) Matthew calls into the Bridge. "Medical officer At Station, awaiting orders or Wounded."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls on the intercom, his voice echoing in the copper tube, "Engines at full power." The low thrum suddenly turns in a throaty rumble, the ship thrembling slightly under you as the engines really get going. "Everything still fine. Running diagnostics."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands slowly has the enlisted men increase speed.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 4 Rng -> 17366 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the engine room through the pipe thingy, "Going to bring her up to 10 knots Mr. Pearce!."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the engine room through the pipe thingy, "Going to bring her up to 10 knots Mr. Pearce!."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands carefully steers the ship away from the dock with the help of a few tugs then once near the mouth of the harbor he opens her up.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says, "Bridge to Radio Room, Please report to command that we are Haze Gray and underway!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce watches the dials as the engine power up. "Everything seems fine so far. Wait… I'm picking up a resonance from somewhere." There is silence, for a few minutes. He returns to the tube. "Nope, it was just a rat. They're all running, now the engine is moving. Leaving a sinking ship, no doubt."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 22 Rng -> 16956 yards 0 knots

Joanna can apparently make some sense of the electronic lines on the RADAR screen, her lips pursed in concentration as she squints at them. She straightens, to shout into the tube from the radio room, "We're headed on course right for it. Target at 16,956 yards now, bearing 22."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands commands the Helm, "Bring her about bearing 22 degrees." Again the command is repeated back several times.

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco keeps command of the starboard AA gun position, having trouble with the station's observer being too unseasoned to spot at the moment.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan buzzes the Forward Battery once again, relaying the Target information from Joanna. "Forward Battery, Target on Radar. Range 16,956 Yards. Bearing 22." The Sub-Lt peers out in the dim dusk light, searching for their friendly foe, and attempting to insure they don't accidently blow up something they shouldn't. It would put a real damper on the day.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the engine room again, "Mr. Pearce, How far can we push her? I'm going to 15 knots!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out into the tube, "We're not even at half speed. This ship should be able to do almost 35 knots." Mr.Pearce sounds skeptical of whether it could, though.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls into a different pipe, "Radar report!"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 343 Rng -> 15905 yards 0 knots

Joanna smiles faintly as she feels the ship brought about, a shiver of excitement going through her as she watches the squiggles on the screen. Rather more interesting than shore work, this. She calls back, "Target at 15,905 yards now, sir. Bearing 343."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan smiles ever so slightly at the tone of the Engineer's voice. "Perhaps Mr. Pearce would like us all to each hold a bolt or two in with our hands while underway, eh?" The Canadian says wryly, mostly to himself, but garners the laugh of a nearby crewman.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce responds with predictable lack of humour. "Not time for the damage control drill yet, young man."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the Main Battery, "Mr Conlan load starshell in Battery one!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the Radar room, "Radar please report when target is less than 10,000 yards!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco searches through the 2 pdr's sights, knowing the training exercise didn't call for an air flyby but nevertheless, fresh out of Portsmouth, he's doing his duty.

Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 358 Rng -> 14761 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce watches the rats scurry around, frightened out of their wits by the suddenly roaring engines.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan calls to the Forward Battery. "Battery One, Load Starshell. Battery Two, Load 4 Inch Common, and prepare to fire. Our Target should be in sight soon."

Joanna leans up to call into the tube, "Yes, sir. Still a ways to go yet but we're on course for her. Target's at 14,761 yards now, bearing 358. Will give a shout as soon as we're within 10,000 yards."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands reply's. "Very well Mr. Conlan, stand by."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls into another tube, "Mr. Marisco, test fire the pom-pom when ready!" He then has the bosun to give the announcement, "All hands stand by for testing of AA guns!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands into another tune he barks, "Engineering Report!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco speaks into the tube. "No targets in sight for the pom-poms, Mr. Hands. Preparing AA starboard for a test firing into the air."

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco gets the enlisted crew ready, ordering a pair of test bursts of the 2-pounders into the dusk sky, following the searchlight.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce doesn't say anything for a while, before resentfully muttering, "I heard you quite clearly, Mr.Hands. No need to shout like that." He adds, "I mean, it isn't like I have a hearing problem or anything. My ears are perfectly fine. I mean, just the other day…" Mr.Pearce starts again. "Engines running fine, yes. Some rats in the engine room, otherwise fine. I'll do a damage control drill once we get in firing range."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan stands relaxed now at his station, looking off into distance — playing the waiting game now as good as any on the ship. From a pocket on his jacket, he pulls out a pocket watch, and clicks it open. He glances at the time, his brow furrows slightly, as the Gunner undoubtedly makes some sort of calculation. Then the watch is placed back into his pocket, and the Officer's hands clasped lightly behind his back.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 347 Rng -> 11732 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the radar station, "Radar report."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 17 Rng -> 11928 yards 0 knots

Joanna steadies herself against the RADAR station as she engine propels the ship through the water. Oh, yes. Much more interesting than shore duty. Her brow furrows at the latest report from the squiggles, shouting into the tubes, "We should be within sight of her soon, sir. Target at 11,928 yards now, bearing 17."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands has the ships speed increased to 30 knots, the old girl shudders and shakes, but otherwise glides nicely through the calm waters.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce adds, "Yes, the rats seems to have some kind of colony in here. I can definetely see at least a few females in here, looks like there's wee little babies, too."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says to those on the bridge, "Bring her about bearing 17 degrees."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to the Engine room, "Collect all you can Mr. Pearce for evening stew!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce is silent for a long while, then says, "Old knees not bending that well anymore. I think we need the cook in here, and maybe some of the marines."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands chuckles and goes back to business.

(From (HMS Viperous-Galley) Matthew hollers into the Pipe. "Inbound."

[Public] >|< Death says, "its kindof a hack, so you could see you were in fact moving quickly. But I dont want to do it that way, I'll have a separate little label."

[Public] >|< Death says, "well, its heading is which way you are going."

[Public] >|< Death says, "but bearing to yourself is meaningless."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 340 Rng -> 10526 yards 0 knots

Joanna gives a shout after seeing the latest RADAR reading, "Nearly there, sir. 10,526 knots and closing on the target. Bearing 340 degrees."

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Hudson is in the crew quarters, standing by for orders. Or for a fire.

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco speaks into the tube. "Heading to command port AA, Mr. Hands. Target bearing on that side."

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) «Ground Combat» Marisco moves out of AA gunner.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster has connected.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 332 Rng -> 8992 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce says drily, "That's a lot of knots. The engines shouldn't be able to handle it."

Joanna shouts again, "8,992 yards, sir. We're coming up on her at a good speed. Bearing 332." There's a trill of excitement in her tone now.

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Matthew looks to Hudson. "Where you heading?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan calls into the Tube in front of him. "Forward Battery, closing in on the Target. Should be able to see it at any moment now. Prepare to fire. Battery One, after first Round, Re-Load with Common Ordiance."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands responds to Radar, "Miss Joanna, kindly give Mr. Conlan a firing solution once we reach 10000 yards." He then calls into the pipe for the main guns, "Stand by for firing solution, fire Starburst only."

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco prepares to leave the starboard station in the hands of the enlisted crew, stepping back to make his way port.

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Hudson snorts. "Nowhere, not unless a fire breaks out or I'm ordered elsewhere by the XO or captain. Big bloke like me is apt to get in the way," he says.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands gives the command to slow engins to 15 knots.

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Matthew nods. "Nothing to do for a Marine till we're really attacked..or a Medical officer..who knows..maybe we'll get lucky and someone will get in a fight."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out into the tube, "I need a few marines for damage control simulation. Own up."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands gives the command for flanking speed.

Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 335 Rng -> 7960 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Matthew speaks into the Tube. "I'm in."

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) "I wouldn't call that getting lucky," Hudson says. He perks up as he hears the call for Marines. "There it is, time to move!"

Joanna reports in again, not bothering to take her eyes off the screen as she shouts. "Starling here, sir." That's said perhaps just a bit crisply. "Target at 7,960 yards, sir, bearing 335 to us. "

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco speaks quickly, "Target spotted. Bearing 323. Ready those pom-poms!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls "Fire Starshells over target, light her up!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) "En route to the engine room," Hudson calls into the tube.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out, "Alright. Make your way to the engine room. Very good, Mr.Hudson."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 310 Rng -> 7835 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward gundeck) Matthews has connected.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires off a starshell.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out, "Alright. Make your way to the engine room. Very good, Mr.Hudson."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls "Fire main guns when ready Mr. Conlan!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan glances back to Hands as Battery One lets loose a single salvo, shooting the Starshell into the Night. "Starshell away, Sir. Preparing to fire the main guns."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco steps quickly towards the AA guns, passing Matthews by.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands grabs a rail as the gun fires!

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls, "Engineering report!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) «Game» A fire ignites!
(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) «Game» Mr.Pearce successfully works on putting out the fire!

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Matthew falls over on the ground. He hollers into the tube. "What the Hell was that?!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco hurries to take his position with the port AA guns, issuing the enlisted crew commands.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce yells out, "BUGGER! Fire in the engine room! Generator just went bust!" The lights flicker off.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls into another tube, "Fire when ready Mr. Marisco."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan calls into the Tube. "All Guns. Target Brg 320. Range 7899 Yds. Open Fire, if you please." The Canadian shouts crisply, and then grabs a hold of the railing — watching as the ship fires off a salvo.

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft magazine) Matthews sprints towards the engine-room, tugging on his fire retardent gear, hood, gloves etc. as he moves to fight the fire.

(From (HMS Viperous-Forward crew space) Matthew shouts into the Tube, "Christ, I'm in bound, any wounded?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to engineering, "Report status every 10 minutes Mr. Pearce!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out, "Are you an idiot, Mr.HandS? I said there's a bloody fire in the engine room."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls, "Then put it out and report!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce adds drolly, "This is not a simulation."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) «Game» Mr.Pearce successfully works on putting out the fire!

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls a damage control team into the engine room. They dont appear to be doing much.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco calls into the tub. "Port AA guns not readied, Mr. Hands. Working on it."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthews grabs a fire extinguisher as he heads towards the roaring fire, helping out with the damage control teams.

Joanna keeps her eyes fixed on the RADAR screen but her ears are tuned to the sounds of shouts to ready the guns. Clearly everyone else can see the target as well as the signals can now.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls "HOLD FIRE, all available hands report to damamge control."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Hudson squeezes through the hatch. "Christ," he mutters, "they need to design this tin can better." He grabs an extinguisher, "Let's hope these aren't as old as the ship," he mutters.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls, "We're fighting the fire. Generator number 1 is out of action. Should be fixable, if this thing doesn't sink first."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) «Game» Hudson attempts to put out the fire but is ineffectual!

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) «Game» Matthews attempts to put out the fire but is ineffectual!

«Ground Combat» You notice Matthew arrive at Radio room.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster is, for his part, simply standing in the rear of the bridge, watching the comings and goings. Drills are there for a reason, and this particular one does not require the Captain. Instead, he silently takes notes on the actions and communication flying across the bridge.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce beats at the fire with a blanket; behind, one of the generators sends brilliant cascades of sparks into the air, flames boiling around it. He screams, "TAKE THE… Bloody hell! Take the generator offline! That switch! Press it!" He points at a switch on the other side the generator; the sparks and the fire are blocking it for him, but it's accessible to the people coming in from the door.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco is in place, commanding the port AA gun position with the pom-pom. The crew here seems to be taken unawares, though, and the settings are still geared towards the sky for AA fire.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) «Game» Mr.Pearce successfully works on putting out the fire!

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthews grabs for a ventilator, tugging it over his mouth so he dosen't die from smoke inhilation, wincing against the flames as he takes the hose from one of the crewmembers, using it to try to keep the flames down.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce seems to know his way around an electrical fire, calling out, "NO! NO WATER! IT's… NO!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce waves his hands frantically at Matthews, "It's an electrical fire! If you hose it, we'll get fried."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Aye Aye, Sir." Conlan replies swiftly to Hands, and then grabs a hold of the tube. "All Battery's hold fire. We've got a fire in the Engine Room. Repeat Hold Fire while we get the Fire under Control." The Canadian then glances over to Hands. "Awaiting your orders then sir, though it might be best to continue fire, as in a combat situation we wont be able to stop?" He suggests respectfully to Hands, his hands clasped behind his back. "Just a thought though, Sir." These words are not spoken into any Tube.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands tells a Bosun to make note that more firefighting drills are needed for the entire crew.

«Ground Combat» Matthew moves Galley <G>.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Well, the fires out. Matthews dosen't hear Pearce as he waves a hand to dismiss the smoke, grunting as he coughs, moving over to inspect the damaged generator.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Hudson tosses the empty extinguisher aside, out of the way. "Now what, Mr. Pearce?" the big man says.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands nods, "You're quite right Mr. Conlan, "Fire another salvo."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out, "Take the generator offline!" There are still sparks cascading around the ruined generator. Mr.Pearce screams, "Blue switch, to your left!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Very good, Sir. Another Salvo it is." Conlan says with a nod, and then shouts the orders into the Tube for the Battery to open fire again.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Galley) Matthew shouts into the Pipe. "CHRIST! Pearce, Any wounded?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce tries to stay away from the spreading pool of water on the floor of the engine room. Electricity + pool = death.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Renteria has connected.

[Public] Jerry says, "I have soo many people I need to tell this place exists…"

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco keeps giving orders to the gun crew, trying to hurry their changing the settles on the 2 pdr to prepare it for ship to ship fire.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Loading another Starshell, Sir. Hopefully it will help light things up a bit, and increase our accuracy. Permision to continue bombardment of Target?" Conlan asks, looking to Hands.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 320 Rng -> 7386 yards 0 knots

Joanna tenses as word of the engine room fire spreads throughout the ship. Well. That is also rather different than on-base work, and not quite as exciting. She takes a deep breath, stiffening her upper lip, eyes fixed back on her terminal when things seem brought under control.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Hudson slaps at the switch with a paw. "Should we report again?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft magazine) «OOC» Matthew says "Renteria you leaving?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce sags against an engine block, wiping smoke from his eyes. "Okay. I have to see what the damage is." He calls into the tube, "Fire has been put out, no personnel casualties. Generator 1 is damaged and offline."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says. "Permission granted Mr. Conlan."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthews is already at work, a toolbox opened up as he opens one of the blown panels, peering inside to inspect the damage, tugging on a pair of gloves, "Get this smoke ventilated!"

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco calls to the men, "He bet set to high, Git 'ee in thic tube!" as his childhood accent expresses itself more clearly.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce boggles at Matthews, "Well, open the door, then."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 303 Rng -> 7541 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands replys to Mr. Pearce, "Very well Mr. Pearce, good work. Any chance of getting that generator on line?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthew runs in.

«Ground Combat» Renteria moves Galley <G>.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthew swears as he sees the damage around the Room. "Pearce How you holdin up? Hows your lungs feeling?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan's brows furrow deeply as they continue to miss in the dimlight, even with another starshell in the Distance. He orders continued bombardment, but looks to Hands. "Sir, given our range, and the dusk conditions… Our ability to fight the target effectively might be impaired."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 2 pdr pom-pom x 1 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands nods and gives the order to close to target.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco calls into the tube. "Pom-poms aft all ready, Mr. Hands. Ee's at too great a range, though."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to Marisco, "Do you know how to use the torpedos Mr. Marisco?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 341 Rng -> 7579 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthews snorks, "Fucking officers…" he says to one of his compatriot mechanics as he struggles to fix the generator, taking a spare part and screwing it into place, "Bloody old ships these…. this wiring looks leftover from world war one."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco calls into the tube. "Can't do it from 'ere, Mr. Hands. And nay, no qualification on 'em."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce glances around at Matthew. He looks smoke-darkened and slightly more miserable than usual. "Electronic fire. It's put out, now, damage the generator." He coughs. "Leave the door open, and open the other ones too. Need to get some air in here." He eyeballs Matthews. "What was that?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 326 Rng -> 7187 yards 0 knots

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthew calls out to the room. "All of ye, put a hand over your heart. Take a big breath, if it hurts, holler out.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 2 pdr pom-pom x 1 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce bosses the on-call damage control team, directing them to the damaged generator.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Sir, we're at far too long a range to take on the target effectively at dusk." Conlan notes calmly to Hands. "Our best chance to destroy it will be to move in closer. Right now, we're simply lobbing shells at it."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco speaks into the tube. "Our pom-pom's range is about 5000 yards. Ee's maybe 2200 too far."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands replys, "We have increased speed to close in on target Mr. Conaln."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands replays to Mr. Marisco, "The guns appear to be operations Mr. Marisco, that is our concern. Move to man the aft battery."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

Joanna watches the RADAR terminal rather warily. As if waiting for it to fizzle and catch fire now as well. But it does not, and seems to be running well enough on power from the second generator. Her head tilts as she listens to the sound of the guns, hands clenched with nerves and excitement even if it is only a drill.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 296 Rng -> 6667 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco leans to speak into the tube. "Moving aft to man the guns station. Aye sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthews is busy at work, having fixed one part of the Generator before moving his team on to the next area, using a wrench to open the access panels, poking his head in to check the damage, "Wire! We need wire!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) «Ground Combat» Marisco moves out of AA gunner.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls into the pipe, "Engineering report"

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco considers how the target's nearing, and counters that himself to step back in with the 2 pdr.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco speaks, "Target's closing. I'll be able to hit 'im with port 2-pdrs shortly, sir."

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calmly strides along the bridge watching the flare of the big guns.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 293 Rng -> 6416 yards 0 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out into the tube, "Generator 1 is still not functioning, but we're working on it. It's not critical though, as long as the other generator holds. Speaking of which, do you think it's safe to keep Generator 2 online?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan watches the lack of destruction from his station, occasionally calling down adjustments to the main battery's, but overall just watches — letting the men do their work.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls back , "We need it for the new radar systems"

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco gets set with the 2 pdr, readying the pom-pom gun for a burst at the target ship they're closing to.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce adds, "Mr. Hands. there is a high risk that the other generator might catch fire."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls back to Marisco, "This is a systems check Mr. Marisco, we need to fire those aft guns!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce adds, "I do not wish to risk the safety of the rest of the systems - not to mention the mechanical crew - for the radar. Besides, you should be in visual range soon, yes?"

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce says "the crew" in a way the clearly indicates that the systems are more important.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 319 Rng -> 6190 yards 0 knots

Joanna calls into the tube, "We're well within visual range, sir, so we can take the RADAR offline if there's great danger of fire. Does Mr. Pearce need assistance with the repairs? I have some experience with electronic systems."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands replys, "Very well Mr. Pearce! do what you feel best."

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce adds, "Very well. RADAR is no longer going to function, so make your way here, Mr.Starling."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 299 Rng -> 6116 yards 0 knots

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco nods to the gun crew, taking over the lead gunner position.

«Ground Combat» Joanna moves out of Radar.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

Joanna calls out a sharp, "Yes, Mr. Pearce!" into the tube and springs lightly up from her station, heading out of the radio room at as close to a jog as one can manage on the cramped ship.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce turns to the other men in the room, speaking to the tube as well as them, "Light flares, gentlemen. The lights are about to go out." He steps towards the second generator.

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

«Game» Joanna changes her style to Sprint!

«Naval Combat» (#15084) HMS Viperous fires 4 inch QF gun Mark V x 4 at (#127) Target!

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Matthew reaches into his Medical sack, he pulls out a Lantern. "Pearce Where do you want this for the best visablity?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco keeps the 2 pdr silent, waiting for the target to just barely get in range.

«Ground Combat» Joanna moves Galley <G>.

Galley

HMS Viperous-----> > > > > THE GREATEST GENERATION < < <


This is the Spartan galley, or kitchen of the ship. The meals for the crew and officers of the vessel are prepared in this cramped, small space fitted with small gas stoves and rows of cupboards. Shelves of food and spices have been installed into the walls, complete with railings to prevent things from the contents from them in rough weather, and kettles and mugs hang from hooks under them. There are only a few small flat spaces here for actual food preparation, and no room for dining. Those flat spaces get used by the ships doctor as needed in battle, as well. Nice!

It is currently dusk.

The sea around you is a glassy calm.

Sub-Rooms :

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Allied (#14840) Joanna I.
Allied (#15172) Renteria I.

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 100%
Stealth : 100% Inf.Move : 100%

Radio room <RR> Forward crew space <FCS>
Aft crew space <ACS>

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says to Conlan, "Mr. Conlan man the torpedoes."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "We're definately going to have to practice more regularly," notes Conlan dryly to Hands, with a hint of frustration touching his voice, if only for a moment. "We're looking awefully Green."

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) «Ground Combat» Conlan moves out of Main Guns.

Joanna moves out of the radio room, though the galley, heading aft. In the general direction of the engine room. Her face is rather flushed, heart pumping at all the shouting and fires and big gun shots. She is a young officer, after all.

«Ground Combat» Joanna moves Aft crew space <ACS>.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "As you Command, Sir." Conlan says smoothly, and switches over to the Torpedo's. "Torpedo's. Range 5445 Yds. Bearing 290 degrees. Mark. And … Fire."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Hudson ignites a flare. "I was just saying the other day I wished I was assigned to a more modern ship," he mutters, moving to hold the flare close to Matthews.

«Ground Combat» Joanna moves Aft magazine <AM>.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says to Mr. Conlan, "Bearing to Target is 288 degrees, 5300 yards. Mr. Conlan."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco sends a burst towards the target, but the shells fall short just out of range.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Mr.Pearce calls out, "Generator 2, offline." He pulls down the master switch, and everything goes dark, the engines roaring in the gloom. Fzzzzzzzzzzzt. The little man lights a flare, returning light to the darkness. He steps towards the Generator, peering at it curiously. "I must have been the RADAR that did it. These systems were only designed to handle lights and such.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Two Fish drop into the water, and streak off towards their target. "Our Torpedoes are off and running… They should be armed any second now."

«Ground Combat» Joanna moves Engine room <ER>.

Engine room

HMS Viperous-----> > > > > THE GREATEST GENERATION < < <


In this cramped space are the guts of the ship: its diesel engines, generators, and pump control. A few small light-bulbs screwed to the walls light up the room, revealing a mess of twisting metal pipes, huge rumbling machinery, and snaking electrical wires. When the engines are on and at full power, the noise in here is staggering, a ceaseless diesel roar that makes normal speech difficult.

It is currently dusk.

The sea around you is a glassy calm.

Systems:
1. Diesel Engine 1
2. Diesel Engine 2
3. Steering Gear
4. Generator 1 (45.5% damaged)
5. Generator 2 (0% damaged)
6. Aft Pumps

Sub-Rooms :
1. Engineer

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Allied (#14840) Joanna I.
Allied (#15159) Matthew I.
Allied (#15164) Matthews I.
Allied (#15157) Hudson I. Lanchester Mk1
Allied (#15158) Mr.Pearce (1) - Engineer I.

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 100%
Stealth : 100% Inf.Move : 100%

Aft magazine <AM> Stern <S>

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says, "Excellent" and raises the binoculars towards the target."

Mr.Pearce blinks at the generator. He turns away, to the tube, "Engineering reports: Generator 1 seems to be functional again, but damaged. I would not recommend bringing the system back online until we know what went wrong."

A damage control team is on station here.

«VSpace» Matthews works on fixing the Generator 1 at Engine room.

«Game» Matthew assists Matthews!

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands replys, "Very well Mr. Pearce."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco blows his breath out through his lips, the target just approaching range of the pom-pom.

A damage control team is on station here.

Matthews wriggles onto his back, sliding into the generator to get a better view. He reaches for a torch, handed one by one of the other mechanics as he inspects, "New gear, old ship… bound to be problems." he calls from within the confines of the generator, working at removing the blown circuits and replacing them.

Joanna slips into the engine room, flushed, but more from the jog through the ship and the general action of the exercise. She did have the sense to grab a pair of work gloves before leaving the radio room, though, so as not to fry herself. "Mr. Pearce. What's the trouble, then?" she asks briskly.

A damage control team is on station here.

Matthew mutters to himself "Join the navy he says..kill the Krauts he says..see the world He says..Meet the ladies he says…last time I ever listen to a recruitment officer.."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco speaks into the tube. "Torpedoes not in sight, but target's just about in range of the 2-pounders. Looks like the twos were misses."

A damage control team is on station here.

Mr.Pearce nods to Matthews. "Indeed." He glances around as Joanna enters the room. "Ah, Mr.Starling. It appears that your radar overloaded the generator." His tone sounds accusatory. "In any case, we had an electrical fire. It's put out now, but Generator 1 is damaged."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) The soft sounds of Torpedoes dropping into the water can be heard, but just barely. Conlan watches quietly, and continually orders more Fish to be fired on a regular basis.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says, "Hold the fish, Mr. Conlan."

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco calls to the bridge. "Sir, we're moving past the target. She's falling behind, now further out of range."

A damage control team is on station here.

Joanna sucks in a breath, eyes getting flinty at the disparagement directed toward the radar. "It's the Navy's radar, Mr. Pearce, and they would not have ordered it put on a ship like this unless they deemed the Viperous could handle it. Let's have a look…" She slips her gloves on, moving to have a good at generator 1.

«VSpace» Joanna works on fixing the Generator 1 at Engine room.

«Game» Matthew assists Joanna!

Mr.Pearce says drolly, "Yes, because the Royal Navy doesn't make mistakes." His tone drips with sarcasm, but he steps aside to allow Joanna to look at the Generator.

«VSpace» You cannot attempt to fix a system until the Armageddon Clock has ticked 358 more times.

A damage control team is on station here.

«VSpace» Matthews works on fixing the Generator 1 at Engine room.

«Game» Matthew assists Matthews!

«Game» Hudson assists Matthews!

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Holding Fire on the Torpedoes," Conlan says quietly, looking back to Hands. "Sir, if we close within 3000 yards… Our accuracy should be sufficient to destroy the target with main guns.

Matthew mutters to himself "and I could have joinined the Army..atleast on land I wouldn't drown.."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco sighs in frustration, looking over to the smirks of the sailors as the target falls further and further out of range.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands has the helm bring the ship about bearing 289 at 15 knots.

A damage control team is on station here.

Joanna does let out a soft, "Oh, my" as she takes in the fire damage. And the system in general. "Rather different than what we had to work with back on shore…" she mutters. 'Different' than nice, frequently updated equipment, indeed. Her mouth knits into a slim frown at Pearce's sarcasm but she holds back any retort, muttering a thanks to a damage control tech as she's handed some tools.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands looking through the binoculars calls to Mr. Conlan, "4900 yards and closing."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco calls to the bridge through the tube. "Target in range. Salvo firing."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Sir, we're closing on the target… Might we switch back to the big guns?" Querries The Sub-Lt. "Or shall I aunch another Salvo with the Torpedoes.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco curses to himself. "She's not in our arc now."

Mr.Pearce reports, "No other systems have caught fire. So far." He sounds slightly surprised.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco speaks again into the tube. "Target's not in firing arc of port AA guns."

«VSpace» You cannot attempt to fix a system until the Armageddon Clock has ticked 158 more times.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says to Conlan, "You may man the main guns."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) «Ground Combat» Conlan moves out of Torpedoes.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls to Mr. Marisco through the pipe, "Man the Aft gun."

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco speaks to the tube, "Yes Mr. Hands." as he shifts to rise from the AA gun position.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) «Ground Combat» Marisco moves out of AA gunner.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) "Very good, Sir." Conlan says quietly, and drifts back over to the Main Guns. "All Battery's do you have the target in sight? Lets give this another go. Range and Bearing. Use your best estimates as the Radar remains down. Open fire when you think you have a good solution."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands pauses long enough to glance over at Foster, then returns his attention to the situation.

A damage control team is on station here.

«VSpace» Joanna works on fixing the Generator 1 at Engine room.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Marisco keeps one hand on the port rail as he follows it forwards towards the aft gun position.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands grabs a hand hold as the gun booms again.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

«VSpace» Matthews works on fixing the Generator 1 at Engine room.

«Game» Matthew assists Joanna!

Joanna lacks the ease with the equipment a trained mechanic. Which means she doesn't do any proper banging or yanking of wires as she works over the generator. But she seems to know her way around the electrical system somewhat competently.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan watches as one of their shells bounces off the target, but has little affect. "Come on boys. You got the Range…"

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

A damage control team is on station here.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft gundeck) Marisco moves to take a position at the turret of the aft main guns, though the crew around him can tell he's had no experience operating the naval artillery.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

A damage control team is on station here.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands places his hands behind his back and watches out over the sea towards the target.

Matthew growls as the naval guns fire off again. "They better hit that thing.."

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands directs the helm to slow

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft gundeck) Marisco speaks into the tube. "Target not in firing arc of aft gunstation, Mr. Hands. Cannot engage."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) There is a loud cheer from one of the Forward battery's! One of their shells has smacked right into the Aft Gundeck of their foe. "Continue Firing," Orders Conlan.

Mr.Pearce directs Joanna around.

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands replys, "Very well Mr. Marisco, stand by."

«VSpace» Generator 1 is not damaged.

Mr.Pearce adds drily. "I believe they have just hit a stationary target."

There is the loud booming of naval guns.

A damage control team is on station here.

Joanna looks up from her work at the chief engineer, a faint smile on her face despite his carping. "I believe your generator is fixed, Mr. Pearce," she says.

Matthew rolls his eyes. "Ok, I'll just radio the Krauts to not move during battle..Christ…does this thing even have a radio?!"

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Port rail) Death has left.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft gundeck) Marisco responds in a lull between shelling. "Aft guns standing down, Mr. Hands."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) The Forward Guns pound away, their guns blazing brilliantly in the dim dusk light. Hell Fire never looked more pretty. Their target is struck over and over and over — brillaint explosions filling the night air. There are more cries of elation from the gun crews, and their unmoving target ship is pounded into nothingness — soon to slip beneath the sea like the distant sun.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says, "Stand down Mr. Conlan, well done."

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands directs the helm to head for home.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands has the ship turned about on a southerly course.

(From (HMS Viperous-Aft gundeck) «Ground Combat» Marisco moves out of Aft main guns.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says, "Looks like we could use considerable practice Mr. Conlan."

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Ellis has arrived.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Conlan turns to Hands and salutes sharply, offering a quick, "Thank you, Sir," to his Superior. He then turns back towards the sinking ship in the distance, and slowly pulls his hat from his head — laying it down on the console before him. His brow glistens lightly, the ruddy glow of the bridge showing upon his skin. "Quite a bit of practice, Sir. I think we'll have to offer up to our crews some lessons on projectile motion." He says smoothly to Hands, running a hand across his short hair.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands calls into the engineering pipe, "We are heading home Mr. Pearce, How is my generator?"

A damage control team is on station here.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) «Ground Combat» Hands moves out of Helmsman.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster has disconnected.

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Marisco heads along the starboard rail, following it back to the stern.

Mr.Pearce blinks at the generator, almost surprised. "My word." He turns to the tube. "It should be fixed, for now. I'd recommend getting to port before switching it back on, though."

A damage control team is on station here.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says back to Pearce, "May we have auxillary power only Mr. Pearce?"

Mr.Pearce says to Hands. "Not unless we switch one of the generators one, and I'd rather we didn't. We don't need the radar to find the shore, Mr.Hands."

Joanna nods primly as Mr. Pearce delivers his surprised report, exchanging a rather satisfied look with Matthews and the other damage control workers. She sniffs a little at continued dousing of the radar, but it's not like it's critical that the thing be on now. The sniff is mainly given on principle. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Pearce, I should be getting back to the radio room."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Hands says back light-heartily "no, only to find my arse Mr. Pearce. I was wishing to radio port."

«VSpace» HMS Viperous stands down from battle stations.

Mr.Pearce shrugs at Joanna. "However you wish, Mr.Starling. Though without power, I don't imagine the RADAR is going to be working." He blinks at the tube, responding. "It should be attached to your back, Mr.Hands." He shuffles to investigate the mess near the generator.

Matthew heads off Aft magazine.

Joanna gives Mr. Pearce a prim salute, then moves out of the engine room to go back to fussing over her radar. Blank though it'll be.

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