Iwo Jima nods. "No further clarification required."
Jima begins organizing her remaining aircraft, configuring the remaining fighters and bombers for their duties as scouts or air superiority fighters as needed.
Requiem of the Deep IC Thread
- Thread starter Lady Darkhound
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Jima begins organizing her remaining aircraft, configuring the remaining fighters and bombers for their duties as scouts or air superiority fighters as needed.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Helena bit her lip as Impero outlined her plan. While she wanted to tell Impero and Bismarck that just because the Japanese did better than their navies, their suicidal battle tactics weren't something to emulate right now, She new better than to do so within main battery range of the two battleships. At least she'd somewhere that she could help keep her friends safe.
"No ma'am." She replied. "I'll make sure Drexler and the other destroyers are squared away."
"No ma'am." She replied. "I'll make sure Drexler and the other destroyers are squared away."
- Location
- Canada
Juneau listens to Impero's plan. Anti-air work, something her class of ship excelled at, but she'd be too far to aid anybody else, at least until Impero calls for the 'close-quarters attack'. And that time would be the most dangerous, when they'd be leaping right into the jaws of the enemy...
Never mind. Come hell or high water, Juneau would make sure they would all come out of this alive. Nobody would die like she did, not now and not ever.
"No questions ma'am," Juneau says. "Orders understood."
Never mind. Come hell or high water, Juneau would make sure they would all come out of this alive. Nobody would die like she did, not now and not ever.
"No questions ma'am," Juneau says. "Orders understood."
Lady Darkhound
Haha, tanks!
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- My very own personal hell
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NPC Post
Peros Banhos
~~~~~~~~~~
"Ma'am, what is my role?" she asks, suddenly nervous under the gaze of most of the fleet for speaking up.
@CV12Hornet
Peros Banhos
~~~~~~~~~~
"Understood." Marblehead and Oakland both reply, one after the other. The He-class, however, hesitantly raises her hand with a question.
"Ma'am, what is my role?" she asks, suddenly nervous under the gaze of most of the fleet for speaking up.
@CV12Hornet
Blackout
Fed By Comments
- Location
- Who knows?
"Surefinewhateverlet'sgo."
L'Audacieux was practically bouncing up and down out of anticipation. Her usually grouchy demeanour was gone like a morning breeze, replaced with what could only be described with giddiness.
In fact, the french destroyer was so excited she completely neglected to mock Drexler for being relegated into the rearguard or be upset about being assigned to work with the british-built Pole.
This was going to be a good fight, she could feel it in her bones.
Well, all fights were good, but this one would be good.
To war!
Sketchy Lurker
Your guardian angle.
- Location
- United States
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- She/Her
ORP Grom
Dammit, I was comfortable. I mean, I know getting supplies is important right now, but by goodness I want to-hm. Maybe later; I don't have enough cats on hand for that. Soon, though, I shall strike in revenge of my sweet nap.
"Understood."
Dammit, I was comfortable. I mean, I know getting supplies is important right now, but by goodness I want to-hm. Maybe later; I don't have enough cats on hand for that. Soon, though, I shall strike in revenge of my sweet nap.
"Understood."
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
As the affirmatives come in, Impero closes her eyes and basks in the agreement. Not that she'd ever admit, but she had had some doubts about her hastily-made plan. But if this many of her ships had no objections, then it was at least workable and not a complete trainwreck. For a long second, Impero is happy. Even Bismarck's enthusiasm is forgiveable.
And then Bismarck opens her mouth again.
'Why the fuck are you talking to me you stupid kraut?! Dammit, those fucking Brits should've shot you more when you were a ship! If any fighters get a shot off, I'm using you as a shield!'
Otherwise she remains silent.
Impero seizes on the cruiser's question like a starving man presented with a feast. Though it actually is a good question, considering Impero had completely forgotten about her. Hmm...
"Stick with Helena and Marblehead; if you still have that seaplane of yours, use it to keep an eye on L'Audacieux and Grom." A decidedly feral grin spreads over her face. "And that's it for Q&A! You all know your roles, so let's go kill somebody!"
And with that lovely bit of motivation, Impero turns around and marches onto the water.
The Second Battle of Diego Garcia
Lady Darkhound
Haha, tanks!
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Following Impero's orders, your fleet sails away from Peros Banhos. The atoll had served well as a temporary reprieve, but had given you nothing more. It was time to take the fight to the humans and their shipgirls once more.
The seas are calm. The sinking sun casts a beautiful red glow over the sky, a perfect prelude to what will certainly be a bloody night. The day's last light fades as you approach where L'Audacieux encountered a pair of Kanmusu destroyers. It is here where members of your fleet begin to detect radar emissions from somewhere to the southwest.
The second battle of Diego Garcia is begun.
@CV12Hornet @Terran Imperium @Ash19256 @Spectre @lelenoi @Ethernet_Cable @Blackout @Sketchy Lurker
The seas are calm. The sinking sun casts a beautiful red glow over the sky, a perfect prelude to what will certainly be a bloody night. The day's last light fades as you approach where L'Audacieux encountered a pair of Kanmusu destroyers. It is here where members of your fleet begin to detect radar emissions from somewhere to the southwest.
The second battle of Diego Garcia is begun.
@CV12Hornet @Terran Imperium @Ash19256 @Spectre @lelenoi @Ethernet_Cable @Blackout @Sketchy Lurker
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
Impero considers the direction. On the one hand, Bismarck and her will be heading that direction anyway. On the other hand, it's getting dark, their catapults are wrecked so neither can launch seaplanes, and she really doesn't fancy blundering into a destroyer and eating a torpedo salvo.
Then again, the darkness will hamper Iwo's scouts, too.
Grimacing, she answers, "Would they be able to see anything? It is starting to get dark out."
Iwo Jima grimaces. "Most likely not, but a CAP launched now would be able to make it to Diego Garcia without refueling to launch strikes and find targets, so it might not be a bad idea to have some strike aircraft in the air just in case I am sunk by a surprise torpedo salvo from a kanmusu destroyer, as those aircraft could either go to attack Diego Garcia on their own, or be directed to attack the island by a fellow member of the fleet."
She looks over her planes. "That being said, one downside to that plan is that they almost certainly will see the planes sooner than they will see us. So we'd potentially be trading stealth for the option of not having all of our aircraft able to be sniped before take off by a sneaky kanmusu destroyer or submarine."
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
Impero mulls it over for a moment. Then...
"Sorry, Iwo, but I think I'd prefer maximum stealth," Impero says, even managing to sound a little apologetic. "Still, that's exactly why I have Juneau and Oakland covering you. Those two still have radar, don't they? I don't think you'll need to worry about destroyer shipslut." Her expressions shifts to something that could be called worried. "Though, a surprise submarine... I could pull one of the destroyers off the blockade force. Maybe that Drexler gal."
Jima grimaces. "Unfortunately, we'll be making too much noise while moving for passive sonar to be useful in detecting submarines, and active sonar, if the kanmusu submarine is smart, would just result in us giving up the game then and there - it'd be stupid to attack us if Drexler was running active sonar, but they could sneak away and then surface to inform Diego Garcia."
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
Impero grunts in annoyance. "Better than you eating a torpedo salvo. And if it happens after we all split up, I think we can survive that." Nodding, she comes to a decision. "I'll shift Drexler to your screen. As for that radar contact to the southwest, well, that's where Bismarck and I will be heading, and I think we can fend off a couple destroyers if we have to."
To emphasize the point, she holds up one of her triple 6" turrets and wiggles it.
@Ethernet_Cable
Switching on her ship-to-ship radio, Impero connected with Drexler. "Drexler, slight change of plans. You're moving to Iwo's screen; give it five minutes after we all split up and then start blasting your active sonar. Don't worry about stealth."
- Location
- USA
Drexler barely stays herself from discharging her cannons. As Impero's words begin to register, Drexler's thoughts light up.
She gave me orders! Me! Orders! Hah! Take that Audacieux! Who's not useless? I am!
Drexler makes her way to Iwo Jima in record time, ocean spray trailing after her as she glides into formation.
Jima politely nods to her fellow Abyssal, focusing on making sure her planes are ready for the rapid sequence of launches that will be taking place once the attack commences.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck nodded. Things are heating up and they need to be ready for it. She smirked when Impero ordered Drexler directly. Oh my, the destroyer must be wetting her panties in joy.
"Lead on. Impero." said Bismarck, they had a job to do right now but her amused smirk is not leaving her face anytime soon. The thought was just too funny and Drexler so cute when she gets angry. She knew better than to tell her that, however. Impero will just take the opportunity to scold her yet again. It's not like she's acting like a kid or anything!
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
With Drexler now hopefully able to cover Iwo against a surprise submarine, Impero turns her mind to the problem of the radar emissions to the southwest. This is not helped by the fact that Impero is... not entirely up to speed on what radar is able to do. It detects things, she knows, and makes for very accurate rangefinding, but despite her fiddling with human machines in the brighter days earlier in the war, the technical details escape her.
Wasn't there something about how the emissions could be detected at longer ranges than the detection range of the radar emitting? That was a thing, right?
Okay, so it's not something Impero wants to count on. The logical thing to do would be to split the fleet now; as she'd said to Iwo, between her and Bismarck they have enough 6" guns to fend off two destroyers. Well. Logical if they that wouldn't alert the garrison while they were still fifty miles out.
'Command is hard,' Impero grouses. 'I miss the days where someone told me to shoot something and I shot it.'
Eventually, it comes down to this logic: surprise is king. And all else being equal, they shouldn't throw away their surprise if they don't have to.
@Ash19256
"Keep an eye on those radar emissions," Impero says to Iwo Jima. "Let me know if they head toward us. But for now, we're going to try and get closer."
Wasn't there something about how the emissions could be detected at longer ranges than the detection range of the radar emitting? That was a thing, right?
Okay, so it's not something Impero wants to count on. The logical thing to do would be to split the fleet now; as she'd said to Iwo, between her and Bismarck they have enough 6" guns to fend off two destroyers. Well. Logical if they that wouldn't alert the garrison while they were still fifty miles out.
'Command is hard,' Impero grouses. 'I miss the days where someone told me to shoot something and I shot it.'
Eventually, it comes down to this logic: surprise is king. And all else being equal, they shouldn't throw away their surprise if they don't have to.
@Ash19256
"Keep an eye on those radar emissions," Impero says to Iwo Jima. "Let me know if they head toward us. But for now, we're going to try and get closer."
Jima stoically nods. "Acknowledged."
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Helena frowned at the news about the radar pickets. She been in enough fights to know how important of an advantage radar could be in one, and neither of their two battleships had top of the line sets compared to her. "You sure you don't want me to take a couple destroyers and flush out those pickets before you make your attack Impero?" Helena asked the battleship. "With my radar and fire control. We'll be able to sink them before they ever know we're there. And we don't, better I eat a torpedo spread than one of you two."
- Location
- Canada
Juneau sees the radar emissions rising from the southwest. Possible enemy warships? A patrol coming in?
She opens a line to Impero. "Impero, Juneau speaking. Possible contacts bearing southwest. Requesting clarification. Any new orders or do we maintain position? Over."
@CV12Hornet
She opens a line to Impero. "Impero, Juneau speaking. Possible contacts bearing southwest. Requesting clarification. Any new orders or do we maintain position? Over."
@CV12Hornet
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
Impero resists the urge to groan at the new messages. Because of course her other radar-equipped Abyssals would notice and bother her. And right after she'd clarified things with Iwo, too!
"Maintain course and heading," she barks into the fleetnet. "Report any significant changes in enemy disposition to me."
Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
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- Who knows?
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As Impero continues to hammer out the plan, Helena and Juneau both notice a pair of radar contacts approaching from the Southwest.
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@CV12Hornet @Terran Imperium @Ash19256 @lelenoi @Spectre @Sketchy Lurker @Ethernet_Cable @Blackout
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Panic spread across Helena's bridge as a pair of radar contacts at the far edge of her receivers range appeared to the southwest of her. "Impero," She called out to the battleship as her turrets swiveled to meet the threat. "Two radar contacts thirty miles to our southwest and closing at thirty knots. What are your orders."
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
Much Italian swearing wafts across the fleetwide comms, for the immediate element of surprise is gone and the fleet is farther than is ideal from Diego Garcia. On the other hand, just continuing to waltz in isn't an option. They almost have to split.
A feral grin spreads over Impero's face, her anger and panic slowly melting away. Those two contacts are, after all, in the direction she and Bismarck need to go. The prospect of a fight lets her boilers burn a little hotter.
@Firebird Zoom @Terran Imperium @Ash19256 @lelenoi @Spectre @Sketchy Lurker@Ethernet_Cable @Blackout
"Stick to the plan!" Impero barks. "Designated squadrons are to split off and move to their assigned positions!" Her grin widened further. "Leave those snoopers to Bismarck and I."
And with that, she peels off from the main group and accelerates to the Southwest.