Unknown Contact

"Unknown Contact"

When: May 1940 (RL Date: June 12, 2008)
Where: HMS Viperous, en route to Narvik

What: While escorting the ammunition ship Pyro to Narvik, the Viperous spots an strange ship on the RADAR.

Radio room

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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 night time.

The sea around you has a light swell.

Type Name Brg. Hdg. Altitude Spd. Rng.
DD (#15084)HMS Viperous 66 24 0' 20 0 yds
AE (#2316)Pyro 31 45 0' 9 2875 yds

Systems:
1. Radio (0% damaged)

Sub-Rooms :
1. Radar
2. Sonar

Contents
Marisco - 1. Radar
Logan - 1. Radar
Joanna

Forward to Command Bridge <CB> Down to Galley <GA>

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Ship bearing 34, range 2960 yards."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Have her in sights. It appears to be the Pyro, sir."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Ship bearing 33, range 2497."

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "Aye, Radio, we have her on visual. Signals, I want a roaming searchlight"

«VSpace» HMS Viperous turns off a searchlight.
«VSpace» HMS Viperous sweeps the seas with a searchlight.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Have her in sight. Aye."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "She's heading 45 at 9 knots."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Range 1708 yards now sir."

«VSpace» Pyro sweeps the seas with a searchlight.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Range now 1479 yards, bearing 352."

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"Got lost, Navy?"

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Have a signal from her. 'Got lost, Navy'. Over."

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "Return Signal: Just a few maneuvers. Carry on."

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"Just a few Maneuvers, Carry on"

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "We've now closed to 568 yards."

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"Understood."

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"We don't believe you though."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "She signals 'Understood. We don't believe you though.' Over."

«VSpace» Pyro turns off a searchlight.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Sir, we're closing fast. Under 200 yards bearing 280."

«VSpace» HMS Viperous turns off a searchlight.

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "200 yards, bearing 280 aye."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Aye aye sir."

Joanna strides back into the radio room. After a break, most likely. "Mr. Marisco," she says to him, adding a short nod of acknowledgement.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Pyro now bearing 225, 582 yards."

Marisco steps back from the station with a quick nod to Joanna. "Station's all yours, Miss. Captains in Engineering."

Marisco leans to add the latest reading.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Bearing 188, range 542 yards. Pyro."

Joanna grins faintly. "One does get to do a little bit of everything here, don't they?" she observes, leaning over to eye the radar station.

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "Thank you, Mr. Marisco, that will be all."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Aye aye sir. Midishipman Starling taking over the station."

«Game» Marisco moves out of Radar.

«Game» Joanna moves into Radar.

Marisco offers, "Ammo ship Pyro." pointing to what radar's indicating as a contact. "We're good."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 197 Rng -> 582 yards 8 knots

Marisco tenses then releases the muscles of his arms and shoulders, giving a tiny shake of himself before offering a smile. "Ee's all yours."

Joanna settles into the station, taking a quick glance over the log book before fixing her eyes on the squiggling lines of the RADAR itself. "Ah, yes. There she is. We've gotten close to her now."

Marisco then nods. "Alot different up here than down on the stern." A hint of a chuckle, clearing more space for the WREN to command her station.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "Starling here, sir. The Pyro's showing up clear as day here. We're keeping within just over 500 yards of her easily, fixed on the same heading.""

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "500 yards, aye, Starling. Just needed to keep up with her, we've got the Pyro visually now too."

Marisco considers a moment, looking to the sonar station which for the moment doesn't have an officer manning it.

«Game» Marisco moves into Sonar.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 212 Rng -> 554 yards Unknown Speed
Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 5 Rng -> 20111 yards 8 knots

Joanna looks up, nodding to Marisco. "Yes. I would imagine so. I must admit, I've always wondered what it would be like to take the helm." Though she clearly thinks that will stay a dream rather than reality. "This is as close as I'll likely get, though. And it's quite interesting in itself. It can spot things far and away before the human eye can…" Speaking of which. She frowns, fixing her gaze on another line.

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "Sir, I've got a second reading on the radar now. Not the Pyro. Her position is largely the same. But I'm picking up something new, 20,111 yards out from us. Bearing 5 and traveling at 8 knots.""

Marisco sets down the headset almost instantly. "Bowah. She's running as noisy as a hatter."

Marisco then turns to the radar/radio officer as he hears her statement regarding a new contact. "Sonar's picking up the Pyro, nothing else."

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "20,000 yards, aye. Keep an eye on it, Starling. We don't want to give away that it's been spotted just yet."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Marisco comms, "Sonar just has the Pyro, running noisy bearing 200."

Joanna looks up briefly, nodding to Marisco. "The radar can pick up things farther out than the sonar can. Rdar can't get any sort of reading if a target's under water, though. That's the rum of it. This is no submarine, though. Not unless she's running on the surface…" She frowns, making an entry in the log and resuming her eyeing of the squiggling lines.

Marisco nods a little bit. "They do run on the surface at first, till they spot a target at night, aye?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 193 Rng -> 576 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 26 Rng -> 17589 yards 8 knots

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "Will do, sir. She's getting closer, whatever she is. Bearing 9 now, 17,589 yards out, traveling at 9 knots. The Pyro's still sticking with us - 576 yards off, going at 9 knots."

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "ahem Bearing 26 rather ahem"

Marisco keeps quiet now, listening to the headset with the volume adjusted for the noisy ammo ship under escort.

Marisco steps back after removing the headset. "I'm heading to Gunnery. She's all yours." smiling a hint of encouragement.

«Game» Marisco moves out of Sonar.

Joanna shares a quick half-smile with Marisco as he goes, before fixing her gaze on the radar again.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 191 Rng -> 542 yards 10 knots

Marisco heads off Forward to Command Bridge.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 8 Rng -> 15889 yards 9 knots

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "Range to contact?"

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "It's still out there, sir, and still getting closer. The unknown ship is at 15,889 yards now, going at 9 knots speed, bearing 8. The Pyro's still with us at 542 yards.""

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco comms, "Marisco on Main Guns. All 4 inchers loaded and ready."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 202 Rng -> 565 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 2 Rng -> 14125 yards 9 knots

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "Update, sir. Unknown contact now at 14,125 yards, traveling at 9 knots, bearing 2.""

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"We got a radar contact, Viperous, ahead of us."

«VSpace» HMS Viperous goes to battle stations!

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

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco nods, "I can send a starshell up, just give me the bearing and range sir."

«Radio» <Viperous radios> We see ** too, Pyro. Unknown * about 15,000 yards out?
«Radio» Joanna radios, We see it too, Pyro. Unknown ship, about 15,000 yards out?

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"Yes."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 203 Rng -> 570 yards 9 knots

«VSpace» HMS Viperous sweeps the seas with a searchlight.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls out across the comm, "Bridge to engineering. Speed up to 16 knots."

Joanna is working the radar terminal, eyes narrowed on the mysterious squiggly line that is the unknown ship. She's currently radioing back and forth with the Pyro, who also seems to have spotted it.

«Radio» <Viperous radios> Any *** ** what she could be, Pyro?
«Radio» Joanna radios, Any information on what she could be, Pyro?

«Ground Combat» Logan moves out of Radar.

(From HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire comms, "Speed set, sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco leans to speak down the tube to the aft gun crew. "Ready F gun with a starshell. Hold for my command to fire."

Logan runs into the radio room, looking befuzzled, "O'Reily on sonar!"

Logan walks over to the sonar set, "Joanna what's going on?"

«Radio» <Pyro radios> We've lost her, Navy. The radar on **** heap isn't exactly cutting edge.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster glances across the bridge, calling out, "Mr. Marisco, I want that starshell fired at 8000 yards and no sooner." He leans towards the tubes and calls down, "Radar, this is Bridge. Distance to contact?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 197 Rng -> 1151 yards Unknown Speed
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 27 Rng -> 13830 yards 8 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco responds from the gunnery station. "Aye aye sir. Will fire at 8000 yards range."

Joanna shouts a report up one of the tubes, "Sir, unknown contact at 13,830 yards now. Bearing 27, speed eight knots. We're getting farther off from the Pyro now that our speed is up. She's at 1,307 yards off from us now." To Logan she adds, "We've got a strange ship on the radar. Not the Pyro. She's still showing up as she should be. This one might be too far out for you to see on sonar, but keep your ears open."

«Radio» <Viperous radios> Understood, Pyro. We've still got a fix on her * Whatever she is.
«Radio» Joanna radios, Understood, Pyro. We've still got a fix on her here. Whatever she is.

«Ground Combat» Logan moves into Sonar.

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"You investigating? Radio silence?"

Joanna calls up, "Sir, should we go to radio silence while we investigate this?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 173 Rng -> 2064 yards 10 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 32 Rng -> 12476 yards 10 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster speaks into the tube, "Bridge to Flying Bridge, signal 'Affirmative' to Pyro."

Joanna adds, "We're continuing to close in on the unknown target. It's at 12476 yards now, going 10 knots at bearing 32. I'll signal the Pyro that we're quieting down."

«Radio» <Viperous radios> Affirmative, Pyro. Radio silence as of now.

«Radio» Joanna radios, Affirmative, Pyro. Radio silence as of now.

«VSpace» Pyro signals :-
"Copy that. Unless an emergency happens."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco keeps silent, listening for reports from the radar station regarding range to target.

Logan states up the tube, "We have a quiet contact with a bearing of about 36."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire is silent too, the nurse-turned-engineer listening for instructions.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 183 Rng -> 2977 yards 7 knots
Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 26 Rng -> 11714 yards 8 knots

Logan states into the tube again, "Looks like a merchant vessel sir."

Joanna calls up. "It's likely the same ship we're getting on the radar that the sonar's picked up now. Unknown contact bearing 26, 11,714 yards out, traveling at eight knots. So that's a similar bearing."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster is standing behind the helm crew rather than in the Captain's chair. The delta shift is out, and most of the main crew is away. It's only insomnia and a stroke of luck that even has the Captain on the bridge at all. Still, he listens silently to the reports, occasionally responding. "Sonar contact at bearing 36 aye."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco nods a bit, filling in for the Gunnery Chief is not his own usual station either. But with battle stations rung out, he's keeping sharp and at full alert now.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 160 Rng -> 3357 yards Unknown Speed
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 53 Rng -> 10905 yards 10 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Fo'csle) Hammond has connected.

Joanna reports, "We should be closing in on visual range with this thing soon, sir. She's at 10,905 yards now by radar reading. Still going at 10 knots, bearing 53."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster responds to the tubes, "10 knots, bearing 53, aye."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco scratches his sideburns on the right. "Range, Miss, range." muttered though without expecting the radar chief to hear him.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 59 Rng -> 10680 yards 7 knots
Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 172 Rng -> 4588 yards 10 knots

Joanna reports periodically anyhow, though not much has changed from her last shout up the tubes. "Radar reports unknown contact at 10,680 yards now, sir. Moving at 7 knots, bearing 59. The Pyro's a good ways behind us now. 4,588 yards at last report."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster frowns as the radar reports come in. "Hiding? Not tonight. Helm to bearing 65 degrees!"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco keeps his hand on the tube, ready to issue orders to the gun turret crews. A look over to the captain to follow his every word, but staying his own voice for now.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 95 Rng -> 5614 yards 8 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls into the tubes, his orders heard across the ship, "Bridge to Engineering, speed to 24 knots." He's not actually yelling into the tube, more clipping his words so the bite sends them down the tube with the proper authority.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire calls back after making the necessary adjustments, "Yes sir. Speed at 24 knots."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 6 Rng -> 10848 yards 8 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 140 Rng -> 5593 yards Unknown Speed

Joanna keeps an eye on the radar, a slim frown on concentration on her face as she reports. "We're headed straight for her now, sir. Unknown target at bearing 6 off us. Distance 10,848 yards now, and she's traveling at 8 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) Edward takes out a thermos filled with hot tomato soup, pouring it into a tin cup, bringing it to his lips for a drink, letting the warm soup heat his insides, "Ahhhhhh…" he grins, smacking his lips as he looks over the black.

«VSpace» HMS Viperous turns off a searchlight.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco nods a bit as the light's shut off, his hand gripping the tube and ready to give the order for a starburst when at the designated range.

Joanna reports in sharply this time, "Sir! Radar has her at under 10,000 yards now. Reporting unknown contact at 9,751 yards, bearing 339, going at 8 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire listens to the sharp report and rubs her chin lightly, listening. All she can do is listen. Her apron she tucks down, hoping her kit won't be needed.

Logan simply waits, as Joanna can pick up her targets at a longer distance than he can.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster says, "Slippery bugger." Much more noticably, of course, he adds, "Helm to bearing 3-4-0 degrees."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 157 Rng -> 7043 yards 8 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 343 Rng -> 8550 yards 8 knots

Joanna calls in more frequently now that they're bearing down on the ting. "Target at 8,550 yards now. Bearing 343, going at eight knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco straightens, "8,550 yards now, sir. Starburst is ready."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 164 Rng -> 7987 yards 7 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 0 Rng -> 7495 yards 7 knots

Joanna reports, "7,495 yards now. Bearing 0, going at seven knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco adds, "Permission to fire Starburst shell at 8,000 yards, bearing zero?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster says "Fire!"

Joanna gives another report as she waits, rather breathlessly, for the starburst. "Unknown contact at bearing 9 now, sir. 6,772 yards off, traveling at 10 knots."

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

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks aloud, "Starburst away"

Logan looking a bit let down that there are no submarines simply leans against the wall with his mug of coffee.

Joanna actually does hold her breath now, not seeming to realize she's doing it, biting her lower lip as she watches the radar lines.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks out, "Turret two still loaded with starshells. All other guns waiting with normal load."

Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 179 Rng -> 10199 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 29 Rng -> 5640 yards 7 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls up to the tubes, "Bridge to Flying bridge, Set lights to roam!"

Joanna calls, "Anything on visual? She's still getting closer. Unknown contact at 5,640 yards now, bearing 29, going at 7 knots."

Logan calls up the tube, "Sir, where do you need me?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Starboard rail) Renteria has connected.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco squints to the bridge window from the gunnery station.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster responds quickly, "Nothing yet, Radar, keep me posted." To the helm minions, he adds, "Helm to bearing 30 degrees."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 153 Rng -> 10650 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 359 Rng -> 5157 yards 9 knots

Joanna replies, "Will do, sir. Latest reading shoes the unknown at 359 bearing, distance 5,157 yards, going at 9 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco draws in a breath. "Just out of visual range. The starshell should show her if we can close under 5000."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco squints again, "Starshell down. Still have one loaded in turret 2."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 152 Rng -> 11914 yards 10 knots
Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 337 Rng -> 4547 yards 9 knots

Joanna reports in again, more urgent now as they near the thing. "Unknown now at 4,547 yards distance. Bearing 337, speed 9 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls out across the bridge, "Mr. Marisco, set starshell to bearing 30, range 5000 yards. Fire when ready."

«Naval Combat» A starshell explodes in the sky nearby.

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

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks out, "Shell away, sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks up. "Pyro's lit up now sir."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 161 Rng -> 12580 yards 7 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 327 Rng -> 3612 yards 9 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco looks through the binoculars. "Actually, might not be Pyro. Looks more like a freighter than an ammo ship."

Joanna squints, looking from the radar to a more human viewing spot. "Sir, I see /something/ out there but I still can't identify it. Radar is showing unknown contact at 3,612 yards now, bearing 327. The Pyro's a good distance off from us know. 12,580 yards away."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 179 Rng -> 12743 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 341 Rng -> 3424 yards 7 knots

Logan calls up the tube after Joanna, "Sonar is saying it's a merchant vessel sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls across the comm, "Whatever it is, it's small. We've got a partial visual on it now. Closing." Then to the bridge, "Helm to Bearing 320 degrees."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks, "Starshell down."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 197 Rng -> 14944 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 349 Rng -> 2621 yards 8 knots

«VSpace» ??? sweeps the seas with a searchlight.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks up. "Lights sir, bearing 356."

Joanna squints, but she lost sight of whatever she briefly caught with her eyes. Back to the cold machinery of the radar, obviously her preference. "Merchant vessel. Well, you'd know better than I, O'Reily. She's close, whatever she is. 2,494 yards now, bearing 24."

«VSpace» HMS Viperous sweeps the seas with a searchlight.

«VSpace» ??? signals :-
"Unidentified threatening vessel, this is the neutral cargo freighter Nordic Conveyor. Do not shoot!"

«VSpace» HMS Viperous turns off a searchlight.
«VSpace» HMS Viperous focuses a searchlight on Nordic Conveyor.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls through the comms, "Bridge to Engineering, set speed to 10 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco lowers the binoculars, stepping back to lean over the tube commanding the turrets. "She's signalled an identification, sir. Neutral cargo freighter Nordic Conveyor, requesting us not to shoot."

Joanna picks up that well enough as she watches the signal, taking a deep breath, though she doesn't quite relax yet.

Logan lets out a chuckle and slaps Joanna on the back comfortingly.

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) Edward fixes the freighter with the searchlights, squinting as the beam bobs and waves with the, well, waves.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls up to the Flying Bridge, "Signal the Nordic Conveyer, "What is your destination and purpose?"

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"What is your destination, purpose and cargo?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire adjusts the speed accordingly, the thrum of the engine making her have to focus hard to hear the commands shouted. A thin sheen of sweat is wiped off her brow, warmed from the cramped quarters.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco is at the gunnery station as Renteria arrives, leaning over a communications tube as his eyes watch the illuminated freighter in the distance.

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"Transporting a cargo of steel to Malmo."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 206 Rng -> 17233 yards Unknown Speed
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 126 Rng -> 247 yards 7 knots

Joanna watches, rather edgily, as they get closer and closer and closer to the Nordic Conveyer. The distance seems more ominous to her on the radar, somehow. "Sir," she calls into the tube. "Should I radio the Pyro, let them know what we've found?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Renteria returns to the command bridge as it seems the searchlight operator actually -is- awake up there. Listening to the communication coming over the various comms with a raised brow, he's simply ready to start dispatching teams should 'Conveyor' end up translating as 'Enemy with big guns'.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls out across the tubes, "Signals, send them 'All Stop. Prepare for inspection.'"

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"You are ordered to heave too and prepare for boarding and inspection."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls out across the comms, "Engineering, decrease speed to 6 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire slows the engines down a bit more, and calls out, "Aye, sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks as he looks through binoculars again. "Contact is still heading 90 degrees at 9 knots, range 511 yards."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster commands the helm crew to make a small correction. "Helm, Bearing 10 degrees."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco draws in a deep breath. "She's not slowing down, sir."

«Announcement from Death!» The sea is pretty rough, taking a little boat over is going to be a bit edgy.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster commands the helm crew to make a small correction. "Helm, Bearing 10 degrees."

«Announcement from Death!» That cargo ship is armed, now you're right next to it and its lit up. But thats not too unusual. Self defence and all.

Radar Contact -> Unknown Brg -> 179 Rng -> 19579 yards Unknown Speed
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 46 Rng -> 506 yards 7 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks to update. "Still at 9 knots, she is sir." as he peers towards the armed freighter through the binoculars.

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 219 Rng -> 18138 yards 9 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 65 Rng -> 554 yards 9 knots

Joanna frowns, focusing on the radar. It seems to keep her head clear, having those lines of light to decipher.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster frowns when they don't seem to be getting the point. He calls across the comm, "Signals, send, 'Heave to or be fired upon.'"

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"You are ordered to Heave To or you will be fired upon!"

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"Copy that."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco offers, "She did refer to us as uknown threatening vessel when first contact was made, sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster chuckles quietly at the mention of a 'threatening vessel'. "Well, starshells may light up the room, but they're not exactly friendly, are they?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster turns to the comm then, "Radio the Pyro, tell them we found a cargo ship, and after a short checkup, will be heading back."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster adds into the comm, "Engineering, Full Stop."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco nods quickly, "Aye sir. But perhaps she wishes us to identify ourself? Her captain might be a blind old Swedish bugger."

Joanna replies to Foster over the comm, "I'll wire them up now, sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire brings the engines to a halt and calls up, as a more easy silence settles over the engine room, "Full stop sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Death has partially disconnected.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco peers through the binoculars. "She's at full stop now sir."

«Radio» <Viperous radios> Viperous to Pyro. Repeat, Viperous ** Pyro. Radio silence lifted. Unknown target identifed as a Swedish merchant ship, the Nordic Conveyor. We'll send boarding parties ** inspect her, make sure she's on the up and up, then we'll be heading back. Over.

«Radio» Joanna radios, Viperous to Pyro. Repeat, Viperous to Pyro. Radio silence lifted. Unknown target identifed as a Swedish merchant ship, the Nordic Conveyor. We'll send boarding parties to inspect her, make sure she's on the up and up, then we'll be heading back. Over.

«Radio» <Pyro radios> Copy that Viperous. We lost track of you completely some time ** Are we still on ** scope?

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster looks out toward the black of night for a moment, perhaps gathering his thoughts, or ignoring the gnawing in his stomach. He then orders across the comm, "Signals, send 'This is HMS Viperous. Why the erratic course?'"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 189 Rng -> 18875 yards Unknown Speed

«Radio» <Viperous radios> <audibly smug> I've still *** you on the radar, Pyro. At last report you're just over 19,000 yards away from us, traveling at 4 knots.

«Radio» Joanna radios, <audibly smug> I've still got you on the radar, Pyro. At last report you're just over 19,000 yards away from us, traveling at 4 knots.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Renteria continues to watch as the Viperous pulls to a stop in the dark sea. The Medical Officer isn't quite relaxed yet, his attention sharply on what's going on.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco keeps watch with the binoculars, the gunnery officer ready to issue orders to the gun crews if needed.

«Radio» <Pyro radios> We slowed ** as you were gone for some time. Though it's dangerous to go too slowly with U boats around. ** do you want us to do, Viperous?

Joanna calls, "Sir, I've reached the Pyro. They're requesting instructions. They've slowed since we left them, so we won't leave them too far behind, but they say it's unwise to go too slow with the U-boats in the water."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster responds with, "Tell them to maintain course and speed, Starling, we'll catch up shortly."

«Radio» <Viperous radios> Pyro, this is Viperous. Instructions are to maintain course with speed as you deem safe. We'll catch up to you shortly. I've got a fix on your position over the radar. We can fire our *** do it when we're **

«Radio» Joanna radios, Pyro, this is Viperous. Instructions are to maintain course with speed as you deem safe. We'll catch up to you shortly. I've got a fix on your position over the radar. We can fire our engines do it when we're finished."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco rubs his forehead a bit, frowning to himself as he hears the comm.

«Radio» <Pyro radios> **** that.

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"Time is money, Royal Navy."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster turns to look over at Renteria. "Mr. Solis, Up to the flying bridge, I need that signal crew moving… and make sure Mr. Matthews hasn't fallen overboard."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks the message as he sees it through the binoculars, "Contact signals, 'Time is money, Royal Navy.' Over."

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) Edward yawns a little, taking another sip of his tomato soup, idly watching the freighter pitch and roll in the surf.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Renteria is completely still for a few seconds, as though he hadn't heard the captain. Then he looks over, realising Foster's talking to him. Solis, eh? "Yes, sir." And up he goes. Again.

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"Why the erratic course?"

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"Zigzagging to counter U boats."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks as he watches through the binoculars. "Contact signals, 'Zigzagging to counter U boats.' Over."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster frowns once more, shaking his head, and responds to the tubes as if the other captain were simply in the other room. "Signals, next is 'Why did you approach us earlier?'"

(From (HMS Viperous-Galley) McIntyre has connected.

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"Why did you approach earlier?"

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"Approach? We only saw you when starshells were fired."

Joanna continues to keep a watch on the radar. Eyeing for new contacts and keeping a close watch on the Pyro.

(From (HMS Viperous-Galley) McIntyre has left.
(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) McIntyre has arrived.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco speaks as he interprets the code of the light signals, "Contact says 'Approach? We only saw you when starshells were fired.' Over, sir."

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) Renteria takes up a place at the second searchlight station, keeping an eye on the signals going back and forth.

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"I hope there aren't any U boats around, Royal Navy. With us not moving."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire glances at McIntyre as he comes down and a small smile parts her lips, and she says, "Hello sir." A crisp salute, then she drops her hand and sighs. "Thank goodness. Another body. Private Claire Ryan," says the young woman, clearly in nurse's uniform. Yet manning the speed! "We're stopped - trying to figure out who this ship is… can't see a thing."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster can actually be seen licking his lips, perhaps a small measure of irritation. He rolls his shoulders, as if shrugging it off, before calling out across the comms, "Signals, send 'Good Voyage, Nordic Conveyor'. Engineering, bring us to 20 knots." He then turns toward the helm crew, sounding as if the whole incident hadn't happened. "Helm to heading 45 degreees."

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) Renteria smirks at the signal from the other ship. Tetchy Swedes.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) McIntyre salutes casually, "Aye." He takes a moment, "Alright Ryan, so, we're blind and in the engine room." He considers for a moment, "Ryan, why is it that you are in the engine room?" His voice carries a thick highland accent and yet his voice is calm, stoic, and slightly befuddled.

«VSpace» HMS Viperous signals :-
"Good Voyage, Nordic Conveyor."

«VSpace» HMS Viperous turns off a searchlight.

«VSpace» Nordic Conveyor signals :-
"Good luck ruling the waves, Royal Navy."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco looks over to the captain. "Yes sir." and clears his throat, seeming hesitant to ask something.

Joanna finally relaxes, as much as the Englishwoman ever relaxes, as Foster's last order. She calls up, "Sir, the Pyro is currently 18,089 yards from us, by the last radar report, bearing 250, still maintaining a speed of 3 knots. I'll radio that we're catching up."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire runs a hand through the soft locks of hair that curl around her face, having come loose. She smiles, sheepishly. "Medical personnel fill in where needed, and I'm a dab hand at firefighting, sir." She nods to his assessment. "Bout sums it up, aye."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco still seems to be gritting his teeth a bit on the right side, hesitating with a look to the captain.

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) «Ground Combat» Edward moves out of Searchlights.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster turns toward Marisco, having detected that slight edge to the young officer's speech. "Yes, Sub-Lieutenant?"

«Radio» <Viperous radios> Pyro, this is Viperous. Our little adventure with the Swedes is over. No harm done, though the Swedes are abominably cheeky. Catching up to you at a speed of 20 knots, so no need to slow down on our account.

«Radio» Joanna radios, Pyro, this is Viperous. Our little adventure with the Swedes is over. No harm done, though the Swedes are abominably cheeky. Catching up to you at a speed of 20 knots, so no need to slow down on our account.

«Radio» <Pyro radios> Copy that, Viperous.

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

Logan who has fallen asleep leaning to the wall right by the sonatr just seems to be having a nice dream.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster leans toward the comm, "Engineering, I repeat, bring our speed to 20 knots." Then gestures for Marisco to continue.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco leaves the gunnery station, stepping over near to the captain to speak very quietly. "Captain Foster, sir. Aren't we able to inspect her papers and manifest in international waters during a time of war by convention, sir? That Swedish city she said was her destination can only be reached by going through German-held waters. She might be carrying more then steel, or the steel's for German industry." He swallows, "At least an inspection for our log to verify."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) McIntyre takes a step forward, "Good to know. I'm mostly good for pointing an AA at a ship and blasting it to kingdom come." He then says, "Though we may need firefighters." He takes a second to look at the pannels trying to make sense of it all. "So, we've cut speed completely?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire hears a command and calls out, "Yes sir! Speed to 20 knots!" She then looks over her shoulder at McIntyre, and smiles. "A useful skill, sir. We had, yes, but here," she says, where she is working, "We've come up now. 20 knots."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco kept his question spoken very low, doing his best to not have it overheard beyond the captain and perhap's the XO's ears. The young SubLT making an effort not to challenge the captain's pride.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Matthew walks in yawning, haven just been woken by a private. "Whats going on?" he asks to the room full of people.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster nods as Marisco asks his question, and then rests his hand on the railing to keep himself grounded in the choppy seas. His own voice, not quite as quiet as Marisco's, is a thrumming murmur. "Yes, Mr. Marisco. On the other hand, the current sea conditions are really not conducive to a boarding operation. I'd need a bit more to risk our Marines, log or not."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 274 Rng -> 18571 yards 8 knots
Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 124 Rng -> 3544 yards 8 knots

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco bows his head in a nod. "Yes sir, of course sir." and steps back, going silent once more. He positions himself at the gunnery command station once again.

Joanna relays up to the helm, "Sir, Pyro at a bearing of 274, 18,571 yards from us now. We'll have to get back on course before we can catch up."

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster calls out to the helm, "Helm to bearing 3-3-0 degrees."

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) "Need any help with anything?" He asks as he checks a preasure valve, "Seems to be holding well." He then takes a breath as he taps another panel, "Fook.." then it starts working again, "Ah better."

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

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Edward leaves the Flying Bridge, his shift over. He says nothing to the Officers as he heads for the Radio Room, trying to get down into the crew quarters so he can change.

(From (HMS Viperous-Engine room) Claire quirks her lips a bit, looking around. "Mmm, not unless we run into trouble. Do you want to sit, Sir? I can leave the seat and let you run thins down here?"

(From (HMS Viperous-Flying bridge) Renteria sits back a bit in the chair, idly cracking his knuckles. He stays put for a while until word is given that medical can get back to medical.

(From (HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Matthew steps up to the Captain. "I'll vollunteer for inspection mission Sir, I do not need any Marines.

«VSpace» HMS Viperous stands down from battle stations.

Logan heads off Down to Galley.
Edward arrives from the Forward to Command Bridge.
Edward heads off Down to Galley.

Joanna just keeps watching the radar, the Pyro getting nearer to them now, slowly but surely.

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco comms, "Bridge to Radar. Status of contact with Pyro?"

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 276 Rng -> 14609 yards 7 knots

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "We're catching up to her, sir. Pyro's 14,609 yards from us now, bearing 276. Her speed is 7 knots.""

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 271 Rng -> 13671 yards 8 knots

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Marisco comms, "Thank you, Miss Starling."

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "Bridge to Engineering, lower speed to 3 knots."

(From HMS Viperous-Engine room) McIntyre comms, "Aye."

Radar Contact -> Ship Brg -> 253 Rng -> 12429 yards 9 knots

(From HMS Viperous-Radio room) Joanna comms, "Pyro at 12,469 yards from us now, sir. Bearing 253, traveling at 9 knots.""

(From HMS Viperous-Command bridge) Foster comms, "13 thousand yards, Aye. She'll overtake us soon enough."

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