Post by Auileria on Apr 13, 2015 8:37:48 GMT -5
West Timira Strait (OOC: in absence of an official name)
1911 (0011 UTC), 9 March 2022
Cdr. Rhinehart looked up from his book when the PA system turned on.
"Commander to the bridge. Commander to the bridge please."
He took a few seconds to read the rest of his sentence and collect himself and then reached for his coat and cap, leaving the book on his desk.
As he walked the corridors towards the bow, he felt the engines quiet down. His gait quickened.
Putting on his cap at the last moment, he climbed the last ladder to Northerly's command bridge.
"Commander on deck," Lt. Mayner announced. The present officers and sailors stood to attention.
"As you were. What's up Mayner?"
"We spotted a lifeboat sir. Bearing nine-two. I'm bringing her about."
Rhinehart picked up a set of binoculars and scanned the horizon.
"There, sir." One of the sailors on spotting duty pointed.
He adjusted his view and found the lifeboat. Regular flashes were coming off it in their direction.
"I've got it from here."
As Mayner announced the change of command to the ship, Rhinehart put down the binoculars and moved to the middle. "Bring us closer."
"Sir, yes sir."
When Northerly was close, she cut her engines and drifted alongside.
Rhinehart picked up the microphone of the PA system and nodded at one of the officers at the controls, who turned a switch. When Rhinehart spoke, his voice echoed over the waters of the Timira Strait.
"This is Commander Rhinehart on the SMS Northerly. We're picking you up. When aboard, you'll follow the directions of our officers exactly. For everyone's safety, you will be searched for weapons upon boarding."
"What are they doing?" Mayner stood at the front of the bridge, looking down at the life boat at starboard below. The twenty or so passengers all had their hands on their head.
Rhinehart frowned. "They don't look like military." All were in civilian clothing with no apparent markings. He stood contemplating the mystery for a few moments more and then decided. "Lieutenant, you have the helm."
He went for the exit and headed towards the deck, where a rope ladder was being lowered down the side.
The moment they were helped up the last bit of the rope ladder by sailors, the first passengers put their hands back on their head. They looked around at the crew as if they expected to be assaulted by them at any moment.
One of them was saying something. Rhinehart had to step closer to hear.
"Kapitulera. Vi kapitulera."
The chant was soon picked up by others and grew louder. "Kapitulera. Kapitulera. Vi kapitulera. Serun-der. Vi serun-der."
Rhinehart did not need the murmur behind him to understand.
"They're Olbraskians."
In that instant, Cdr. Rhinehart knew there would be trouble. Trouble far beyond their humble patrol frigate.
He grabbed the nearest sailor. "Call Lt. Mayner. Tell her I need to speak to Naval Operations and it can't wait 'til after supper."
"Sir, yes sir." The sailor wasted no time in speeding to the nearest intercom phone.
1911 (0011 UTC), 9 March 2022
Cdr. Rhinehart looked up from his book when the PA system turned on.
"Commander to the bridge. Commander to the bridge please."
He took a few seconds to read the rest of his sentence and collect himself and then reached for his coat and cap, leaving the book on his desk.
As he walked the corridors towards the bow, he felt the engines quiet down. His gait quickened.
Putting on his cap at the last moment, he climbed the last ladder to Northerly's command bridge.
"Commander on deck," Lt. Mayner announced. The present officers and sailors stood to attention.
"As you were. What's up Mayner?"
"We spotted a lifeboat sir. Bearing nine-two. I'm bringing her about."
Rhinehart picked up a set of binoculars and scanned the horizon.
"There, sir." One of the sailors on spotting duty pointed.
He adjusted his view and found the lifeboat. Regular flashes were coming off it in their direction.
"I've got it from here."
As Mayner announced the change of command to the ship, Rhinehart put down the binoculars and moved to the middle. "Bring us closer."
"Sir, yes sir."
When Northerly was close, she cut her engines and drifted alongside.
Rhinehart picked up the microphone of the PA system and nodded at one of the officers at the controls, who turned a switch. When Rhinehart spoke, his voice echoed over the waters of the Timira Strait.
"This is Commander Rhinehart on the SMS Northerly. We're picking you up. When aboard, you'll follow the directions of our officers exactly. For everyone's safety, you will be searched for weapons upon boarding."
"What are they doing?" Mayner stood at the front of the bridge, looking down at the life boat at starboard below. The twenty or so passengers all had their hands on their head.
Rhinehart frowned. "They don't look like military." All were in civilian clothing with no apparent markings. He stood contemplating the mystery for a few moments more and then decided. "Lieutenant, you have the helm."
He went for the exit and headed towards the deck, where a rope ladder was being lowered down the side.
The moment they were helped up the last bit of the rope ladder by sailors, the first passengers put their hands back on their head. They looked around at the crew as if they expected to be assaulted by them at any moment.
One of them was saying something. Rhinehart had to step closer to hear.
"Kapitulera. Vi kapitulera."
The chant was soon picked up by others and grew louder. "Kapitulera. Kapitulera. Vi kapitulera. Serun-der. Vi serun-der."
Rhinehart did not need the murmur behind him to understand.
"They're Olbraskians."
In that instant, Cdr. Rhinehart knew there would be trouble. Trouble far beyond their humble patrol frigate.
He grabbed the nearest sailor. "Call Lt. Mayner. Tell her I need to speak to Naval Operations and it can't wait 'til after supper."
"Sir, yes sir." The sailor wasted no time in speeding to the nearest intercom phone.