Timmerman freezes for a moment, but then seems to start emitting an aggressive aura. Ah, I know this! "TAKE MANY WITH YOU! ALRIGHT, BRING IT ON, YOU BOOTLEGS!" She practically begins rushing at them, readying her guns and, once an opportunity presents itself, beginning her assault on the enemy.
Timmerman
Timmerman freezes for a moment, but then seems to start emitting an aggressive aura. Ah, I know this! "TAKE MANY WITH YOU! ALRIGHT, BRING IT ON, YOU BOOTLEGS!" She practically begins rushing at them, readying her guns and, once an opportunity presents itself, beginning her assault on the enemy.
The two elder Gearing's roll their eyes with smiles on their faces, before training their own guns on anything that would fire at them, or their sister
"I'm a girl pulling a Jesus. Explain that." I snark, not even glancing at the ladder. "And no, I won't come aboard. I'm more effective with my rigging out, thank you very much. Especially with Abyssal fighters likely inbound."
The sailor seems to lean forward and raise his hand to his ear - he must not be able to hear you. You are a fair distance away, and the waves are kind of loud.
Sullivans actually raises her hand, before looking at the crew, realizes that it's another destroyer's crew saying that, and promptly lowers her hand, and focuses on the sky
O'Bannon taps her rigging, then yours, as if that explains everything.
Wickes points at her navel ensign, and her rank, that of a Captain.
You also see the turrets on the New Jersey, which had been rotating back towards centerline, settle onto one of the Abyssal cruisers. They're holding their fire for now.
The Wo's fighters and Bombers fly almost unencumbered. Until they break off into two groups of eight, and they get jumped by the CAP's over your two groups, not to mention the moving AA platforms surrounding Shiloh and Howe known as Fletcher and Gearing class Destroyers.
When you open fire on the aircraft, you see the destroyer's crew jump, look up, and begin shouting. Shortly afterwards, a pair of .30 caliber machine guns begin blazing away, pointed roughly skywards.
The sailor seems to lean forward and raise his hand to his ear - he must not be able to hear you. You are a fair distance away, and the waves are kind of loud.
The sailor squints at the charades, then raises his hand in the universal "I don't know" gesture, the shrug.
You also see the turrets on the New Jersey, which had been rotating back towards centerline, settle onto one of the Abyssal cruisers. They're holding their fire for now.
CONSTITUTION TO NEW JERSEY. IF THEIR COMPLETELY ALBINO WOMEN STANDING ON THE WATER, OR WHALES, OR SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP LOOKING DESTROYERS AND CRUISERS, THATS THE ENEMY, ANY ONE LOOKING LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN, BESIDES THE WALKING ON WATER PART, THOSE ARE FRIENDLYS
SPEAKING OF, YOULL SEE ME DISAPEAR IN 1, 2, 3.
As it's sent, she jumps off her bow
When you open fire on the aircraft, you see the destroyer's crew jump, look up, and begin shouting. Shortly afterwards, a pair of .30 caliber machine guns begin blazing away, pointed roughly skywards.
There's no reply from the signal lamp, but after a few seconds, the New Jersey's main and secondary battery guns roar, sending four 12", six 8", and six 6" shells flying towards an enemy cruiser.
At this point, not only have the other ships added their own machine guns to the cacophony of gunfire, but several 3" gun crews have started training their guns as high as they'll elevate, trying to shoot at the biplanes as they make their attack runs. However, that only brings the total up to around twenty .30 caliber machine guns, and around five 3" guns.
There's no reply from the signal lamp, but after a few seconds, the New Jersey's main and secondary battery guns roar, sending four 12", six 8", and six 6" shells flying towards an enemy cruiser.
She notices this and double times it to dodge the shells, only for three of the 6" ones to hit.
"GOSH DANGIT!" New Jersey's crew hear a feminine voice shout, before a tirade of curses fills comes from it.
At this point, not only have the other ships added their own machine guns to the cacophony of gunfire, but several 3" gun crews have started training their guns as high as they'll elevate, trying to shoot at the biplanes as they make their attack runs. However, that only brings the total up to around twenty .30 caliber machine guns, and around five 3" guns.
Shiloh
Coast of Japan Time to AVENGE MY ESCORT
The three sisters surrounding you move to dodge the incoming torpedos. All but one miss
Wickes grits her teeth as one of the torpedos detonates against her.
"I'm...Ok!" She says trying to keep the aura of having everything under control.
Needless to say, She fails.
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"No, you're not. Once I launch my next strike, I'm going to go full-sized. Get her on board me, okay?" I say talking to both Wickes and her sisters. "Final strike, launch," I mutter, quoting the last words I had spoken in anger. The entirety of my bomber and fighter complement now in the air, I take a deep breath and summon my hull.
There's no response to the salvo of cursing from the feminine voice, although if you listened closely you might think you hear a feminine voice from the New Jersey saying some rather impolite things back in their general direction.
At first, the New Jersey doesn't seem to react. However, shortly afterwards, she tilts over into a hard turn to evade the torpedoes. One passes just behind her as a result of her evasive action. The other, however hits.
Anyone particularly close to the New Jersey hears a dull thunk as the torpedo hits and fails to detonate.
After that, the attempts at anti-aircraft fire from the New Jersey intensify dramatically, her full battery of 3" guns getting in on the attempts to hit the enemy planes, and all of her machine guns blazing. You also see a fairly sizable number of marines - about a dozen - scramble out onto her upper decks with rifles, and begin firing at the planes. Her 3-pounder and 1-pounder anti-torpedo boat guns also join in, although like the 3" guns, their limited elevation limits their ability to engage targets. @Poteitoku
"Captain Smith, we're just on the edge of firing range to engage those enemy cruisers."
"Very well. Inform the gun crews that they may fire when ready."
"Aye sir."
There's a brief moment of near silence, then the entire ship jolts as two 10" guns roar, rattling the windows on the bridge from the shockwave. The shells fly inexorably towards an enemy cruiser, although they're being fired from extreme range.
Maria has a massive grin on her face, although she hasn't stopped hugging you. Around you, the bridge crew sit or stand at their stations, a faint nervous tension in the air. If Captain Smith has noticed the tension, he hasn't let it bother him one whit - he still stands stoically, arms crossed, staring out towards the enemy. His expression can be best described as determined - if he's afraid in the least, he isn't showing it.
"Captain Smith, we're just on the edge of firing range to engage those enemy cruisers."
"Very well. Inform the gun crews that they may fire when ready."
"Aye sir."
There's a brief moment of near silence, then the entire ship jolts as two 10" guns roar, rattling the windows on the bridge from the shockwave. The shells fly inexorably towards an enemy cruiser, although they're being fired from extreme range.
Maria has a massive grin on her face, although she hasn't stopped hugging you. Around you, the bridge crew sit or stand at their stations, a faint nervous tension in the air. If Captain Smith has noticed the tension, he hasn't let it bother him one whit - he still stands stoically, arms crossed, staring out towards the enemy. His expression can be best described as determined - if he's afraid in the least, he isn't showing it.
As everything shakes from the firing of main battery guns, I find it oddly easy to keep my composure. Not sure why, though. I want to go look out the window to watch the action, but I decide I only would if the hug I'm receiving ends. It's making her happy, so I'm fine with it.
Shiloh
Coast of Japan Time to AVENGE MY ESCORT
"No, you're not. Once I launch my next strike, I'm going to go full-sized. Get her on board me, okay?" I say talking to both Wickes and her sisters. "Final strike, launch," I mutter, quoting the last words I had spoken in anger. The entirety of my bomber and fighter complement now in the air, I take a deep breath and summon my hull.
There's no response to the salvo of cursing from the feminine voice, although if you listened closely you might think you hear a feminine voice from the New Jersey saying some rather impolite things back in their general direction.
At first, the New Jersey doesn't seem to react. However, shortly afterwards, she tilts over into a hard turn to evade the torpedoes. One passes just behind her as a result of her evasive action. The other, however hits.
Anyone particularly close to the New Jersey hears a dull thunk as the torpedo hits and fails to detonate.
After that, the attempts at anti-aircraft fire from the New Jersey intensify dramatically, her full battery of 3" guns getting in on the attempts to hit the enemy planes, and all of her machine guns blazing. You also see a fairly sizable number of marines - about a dozen - scramble out onto her upper decks with rifles, and begin firing at the planes. Her 3-pounder and 1-pounder anti-torpedo boat guns also join in, although like the 3" guns, their limited elevation limits their ability to engage targets.
"Captain Smith, we're just on the edge of firing range to engage those enemy cruisers."
"Very well. Inform the gun crews that they may fire when ready."
"Aye sir."
There's a brief moment of near silence, then the entire ship jolts as two 10" guns roar, rattling the windows on the bridge from the shockwave. The shells fly inexorably towards an enemy cruiser, although they're being fired from extreme range.
Maria has a massive grin on her face, although she hasn't stopped hugging you. Around you, the bridge crew sit or stand at their stations, a faint nervous tension in the air. If Captain Smith has noticed the tension, he hasn't let it bother him one whit - he still stands stoically, arms crossed, staring out towards the enemy. His expression can be best described as determined - if he's afraid in the least, he isn't showing it.
The Abyssal Cruiser is hit in one of her secondary batteries, starting a fire that cooks a few of the shells and powder within the magazine, and a small explosion ripples through out her hull.
You all here a faint shout of "JESUS CHRIST!" from the direction of the steel hull destroyer nearest you. You also hear a number of feminine voices swearing up a storm as many of the steel hulls veer to get out of your way.
One of the signal lamps on the New Jersey spins towards you as a signal officer begins sending a message to Shiloh.
The attempts at AA fire continue, the increased range making it easier for the guns with lower maximum elevations to hit targets, until they're eventually out of range entirely.
The Abyssal Cruiser is hit in one of her secondary batteries, starting a fire that cooks a few of the shells and powder within the magazine, and a small explosion ripples through out her hull.
The New Jersey, seeing the cruiser already wounded, fires it's 6" guns at it to attempt to finish it off, while the 12 and 8" guns find a different target.
New Jersey rolled 3 d6: 3, 3, 1
Maria Smith/USS Pensacola, ACR-14
Time: 1:10 PM, November 1st, 1914
Location: At Sea, Northeastern Pacific Ocean @Poteitoku
You see everyone on the bridge sort of stare for a moment at the exploding enemy cruiser.
Captain Smith, in particular, looks very surprised. "Wait, what? That actually hit?" He blinks for a bit, then shakes his head. "Hurd, make sure the forward director crew get a commendation for their gunnery. Helm, bring us around to unshadow the aft gun turret and broadside casemates."
After that, the Pensacola leans into a turn to bring the aft gun turret, and her broadside guns, to bear on the enemy. Shortly after she settles onto her new course, you feel the ship shake under you as a flurry of cannon fire roars out from the aft gun turret, and the side of the ship, as two 10" guns and eight 6" guns unleash their firepower on a different Abyssal cruiser.
You all here a faint shout of "JESUS CHRIST!" from the direction of the steel hull destroyer nearest you. You also hear a number of feminine voices swearing up a storm as many of the steel hulls veer to get out of your way.
One of the signal lamps on the New Jersey spins towards you as a signal officer begins sending a message to Shiloh.
<NEW JERSEY TO SHILOH, A LITTLE WARNING NEXT TIME WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED, OVER>
The attempts at AA fire continue, the increased range making it easier for the guns with lower maximum elevations to hit targets, until they're eventually out of range entirely.
The New Jersey, seeing the cruiser already wounded, fires it's 6" guns at it to attempt to finish it off, while the 12 and 8" guns find a different target.
The wounded Cruiser is sent leaning into the sea futher, but still afloat.
One d6: 5
A Destroyer is hit
One d6: 2
Maria Smith/USS Pensacola, ACR-14
Time: 1:10 PM, November 1st, 1914
Location: At Sea, Northeastern Pacific Ocean @Poteitoku
You see everyone on the bridge sort of stare for a moment at the exploding enemy cruiser.
Captain Smith, in particular, looks very surprised. "Wait, what? That actually hit?" He blinks for a bit, then shakes his head. "Hurd, make sure the forward director crew get a commendation for their gunnery. Helm, bring us around to unshadow the aft gun turret and broadside casemates."
After that, the Pensacola leans into a turn to bring the aft gun turret, and her broadside guns, to bear on the enemy. Shortly after she settles onto her new course, you feel the ship shake under you as a flurry of cannon fire roars out from the aft gun turret, and the side of the ship, as two 10" guns and eight 6" guns unleash their firepower on a different Abyssal cruiser.
Four Ten inch shells and Four six inch shells slam into the enemy Cruiser.
A massive explosion races across the waves as the Cruiser goes up in a main battery explosion
1 d6: 1.
Three cruisers and Three destroyers launch a salvo of 4, 5, 6 and 8" shells at various targets, Mainly those the have a chance of actually dealing Damage, though one Ne-Class fires at Pensecola, in an attempt to avenge her sister.
You see everyone on the bridge sort of stare for a moment at the exploding enemy cruiser.
Captain Smith, in particular, looks very surprised. "Wait, what? That actually hit?" He blinks for a bit, then shakes his head. "Hurd, make sure the forward director crew get a commendation for their gunnery. Helm, bring us around to unshadow the aft gun turret and broadside casemates."
After that, the Pensacola leans into a turn to bring the aft gun turret, and her broadside guns, to bear on the enemy. Shortly after she settles onto her new course, you feel the ship shake under you as a flurry of cannon fire roars out from the aft gun turret, and the side of the ship, as two 10" guns and eight 6" guns unleash their firepower on a different Abyssal cruiser.
My eyes practically begin sparkling at the thought of seeing battle first-hand, though being in the hug means I just have to keep waiting. Timmerman
As Timmerman is rushing into her effective range, she sees the battle currently going on. She stares at the explosions being caused, then smiles even more. "THIS IS AWESOME!"
Three cruisers and Three destroyers launch a salvo of 4, 5, 6 and 8" shells at various targets, Mainly those the have a chance of actually dealing Damage, though one Ne-Class fires at Pensecola, in an attempt to avenge her sister.
New Jersey shudders under a number of hits, some on the thickest parts of the armor, others tearing through portions of the superstructure.
Both the Smith and the Reid take hits, shells tearing holes in their hulls. Thankfully, none of the shells detonate within their hulls. Flusser is completely untouched, one shell even ricocheting off of her deck due to the shallow angle.
The destroyers swing broadside on to the enemy cruisers, dumping their Whitehead torpedoes and firing 4" guns.
Rolled 6 d6: 5, 3, 1, 5, 2, 5
Maria Smith/USS Pensacola, ACR-14
Time: 1:10 PM, November 1st, 1914
Location: At Sea, Northeastern Pacific Ocean
You hear an almost deafening KLONG sound as the ship rocks violently under your feet. Maria hisses as much in surprise as in pain, and Captain Smith shouts, "Damage report!"
"No damage, captain! Shells hit the turret face on Able turret and the turret roof, shattered and/or bounced off."
Captain Smith sighs in relief. The aforementioned Able turret, the forward 10" gun mount, fires again, two 10" shells screaming back towards the Ne-class cruiser.
Timmerman
As Timmerman is rushing into her effective range, she sees the battle currently going on. She stares at the explosions being caused, then smiles even more. "THIS IS AWESOME!"
Your Bombers make another run. But unlike last time, your escorting fighters are quick to the draw, anticipating the Abyssal fighters to attempt a strafing run upon you Bombers, which they were right to expect.
As the enemy fighters attempt to rush your bombers, your fighters shoot down four of the atrackers, though the remaining two take a pair of them down. Howe roll; One d6: 1
As the Anti-Air burst starts up around your Bombers, it almost becomes a masacre, as five spiral into the sea from being shot to almost pieces by the flak fire. Howe roll; Three d6: 2, 2, 3.
As your surving Bombers make their run on the heavily damaged and Battleships and an lightly damaged Carrier, as she's seemingly repaired the majority of her damage, Five of your bombers actually followed orders this time, and drop torpedoes at the elusive carrier, of the five dropped, the Wo is hit three times. Howe attack roll: Three d6: 6, 4, 3. Wo defense roll: one d6: 5.
The last four of this wave spilt between the Ru and the Ta, again, attempting to destroy the combined AA power they provide.
The two launched for the Ru surpisingly pass ahead of her, detonating in the water. Howe attack roll: One d6: 1. Ru defense: One d6: 6.
The last two are launched at the Ta class hit, putting her out of her misery and sending her to the depths. Howe attack: one d6: 3. Ta defense: one d6: 2.
Both the Smith and the Reid take hits, shells tearing holes in their hulls. Thankfully, none of the shells detonate within their hulls. Flusser is completely untouched, one shell even ricocheting off of her deck due to the shallow angle.
The destroyers swing broadside on to the enemy cruisers, dumping their Whitehead torpedoes and firing 4" guns.
Smith's salvo hits home on an the deck of a Cruiser, killing some of its crew and pissing it off, but otherwise being harmless. Reid's guns peneatrate another cruisers superstructure, and Flusser's guns bounce off the last cruisers belt.
Smith and Flusher's torpedo's sail straight and true, and detonate the Cruisers secondary battery magazines.
Reid's on the other hand.... Uncharaistically doesn't detonate against the cruisers hull, instead crumpling upon impact, for some odd reason.
three d6: 2, 3, 5.
Maria Smith/USS Pensacola, ACR-14
Time: 1:10 PM, November 1st, 1914
Location: At Sea, Northeastern Pacific Ocean
You hear an almost deafening KLONG sound as the ship rocks violently under your feet. Maria hisses as much in surprise as in pain, and Captain Smith shouts, "Damage report!"
"No damage, captain! Shells hit the turret face on Able turret and the turret roof, shattered and/or bounced off."
Captain Smith sighs in relief. The aforementioned Able turret, the forward 10" gun mount, fires again, two 10" shells screaming back towards the Ne-class cruiser.
Your bombers reach the enemy's location, as as suddenly your planes arrive, the combination of the Wo's CAP and the Ru's AA, not to mention her own, four of your planes are sent spiraling into the sea, either from a dead pilot, a damaged aileron, or the wing being shot off. Shiloh's Plane defense: Two d6: 2, 1
As they get closer, One of your lead bombers gets unlucky, and goes spiraling into the sea, A wing missing, it's wingmate speeds on, Attempting to retry for another pass. After it drops its torpedo it's hit.
[...{Crackle}....See you...diner, Skipper...] you hear the Pilot raidio in. You get a look through the pilot's eyes as he rams the plane into the Ru's Eye. Unlucky leads: One d6: 1
Every other plane makes it and drops torpedoes. Shiloh Air Defense: Five d6: 4, 4, 4, 6, 6.
Six torpedoes hit the Wo, causing her to scream in pain, and Four sail towards the Ru, though only two hit. Wo Torpedo defense: one d6: 1. Ru torpedo defense: one d6 3.
One of each of your pilots reports a loud bang coming from the unkown Friendly group.
A loud explosion and volcano erupts from the Ru, both of you recognize it as a Battleship exploding and sinking, though, not a Fourteen inch Magazine Detonation. Fudged Ru defense roll mutilple d6s: 2.
Timmerman's mind races as she turns to begin firing. She uses all her main armaments at once on the destroyer, while throwing a pair of torpedoes at the cruiser. "EAT LEAD, ASSHOLES!" She pauses for a moment before "...Shells aren't made of lead, are they? That phrase works better when using firearms."
Guns (1 roll per shell): 5, 2, 5, 4, 6, 1
Torpedoes (1 roll per torpedo): 5, 4
"Hey Brit(@ravagEr) ! Cmon these things are piecemeal for us! This is what we were made for, or at least I was!" The cruiser says as her long legs move from Standing still, into to a sprint.
Timmerman
Timmerman's mind races as she turns to begin firing. She uses all her main armaments at once on the destroyer, while throwing a pair of torpedoes at the cruiser. "EAT LEAD, ASSHOLES!" She pauses for a moment before "...Shells aren't made of lead, are they? That phrase works better when using firearms."
Guns (1 roll per shell): 5, 2, 5, 4, 6, 1
Torpedoes (1 roll per torpedo): 5, 4
Your American "Counterpart" just...laughs. Either at you, or sadistically at the enemy, As her eight 16"/50 mk 2s fire at the enemy cruisers and destroyers
She starts sprinting towards the enemies.
"Come on... Come on..."
"Fire!"
Timmerman mutters to herself "Nice!" as her shells find their target. She shrugs in her mind at the missed torpedoes. She turns her attention back to the destroyer to notice it's firing back, so she begins a hard turn right to try to dodge.
Timmerman
Timmerman mutters to herself "Nice!" as her shells find their target. She shrugs in her mind at the missed torpedoes. She turns her attention back to the destroyer to notice it's firing back, so she begins a hard turn right to try to dodge.
Timmerman yelps at getting hit by a shell, but quickly regains her... composure? Timmerman actually looks thoroughly pissed off. She suddenly shouts at the destroyer "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT, BITCH!", firing all her main guns at it while not really making an effort to attempt dodging in her rage. Maybe the boldness would catch the enemy by surprise?
Timmerman
Timmerman yelps at getting hit by a shell, but quickly regains her... composure? Timmerman actually looks thoroughly pissed off. She suddenly shouts at the destroyer "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT, BITCH!", firing all her main guns at it while not really making an effort to attempt dodging in her rage. Maybe the boldness would catch the enemy by surprise?
Maria hisses in pain as the ship rocks again. She's definitely hugging you tighter,and looking at her, her eyes are shut firmly, and she definitely looks like she felt that last hit.
Timmerman shakes her head and comes to her senses, though not long after she feels something explode on her from under the water. "AGH, FUCK, A TORPEDO! ...How am I not dead? ...Plot armor, let's go with that." She turns hard left to dodge any more incoming fire while continuing to fire her guns. "Die already!"
Maria hisses in pain as the ship rocks again. She's definitely hugging you tighter,and looking at her, her eyes are shut firmly, and she definitely looks like she felt that last hit.
I'm worried for her. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. You're doing great. If you want anything from me, just ask." I try to comfort her in the midst of the battle.
Maria hisses in pain as the ship rocks again. She's definitely hugging you tighter,and looking at her, her eyes are shut firmly, and she definitely looks like she felt that last hit.
Timmerman
Timmerman shakes her head and comes to her senses, though not long after she feels something explode on her from under the water. "AGH, FUCK, A TORPEDO! ...How am I not dead? ...Plot armor, let's go with that." She turns hard left to dodge any more incoming fire while continuing to fire her guns. "Die already!"
