Stealth Hunter
12-18-07, 09:58 PM
So I got to cruising along today on 2.0 under my latest career. I decided I'd take a trip to the Irish Sea (my favorite hunting area) and see what I could dig up there. Luck wasn't with me that day, and I'd not seen one damned vessel off Iceland.
Along my way there, I had my sonar operator report a contact. For some reason, a T-Class British sub was sailing happily along towards the southern tip of Ireland. I decided to have a little fun with him.
For the next 2 game hours I stalked him and stalked him until I finally got tired of waiting and watching, like the fat kid who burns ants on his concrete parkway with a magnifying glass. The sub had stopped its engines for some reason, and for what reason I frankly don't give a damn on. Either way, he stopped his engines and the time to strike became apparent.
I went hard to starboard and lined my bow up with him. I opened tubes 1 and 2 because it normally only takes one magic shot to hit something explosive inside (such as the torpedo room) and thus blow everyone inside to hell and THUS send the vessel down into the depths. I shut off my engines to allow for silence because a rather annoying Hurricane was patroling above us, and I think he knew all too well that I was below him because he spent the next 10 minutes circling my position.
Perhaps that's why my quarry in front stopped. I don't know. As it were, I fired tube one and sent the steam torpedo flying out into the depths. "One, two, three . . ." The seconds ticked on in my mind. Waiting, waiting. Silence. All of a sudden, BOOM! My fish struck home right beneath his conning tower, flooding the interior and killing everyone at the controls. I closed tubes 1 and 2 and decided to watch my friend sink as I would wave bye through the periscope.
The vessel slowly descended into the depths, the sea already eating at the conning tower (he'd tried to dive earlier), and he was gone. Black and blue oil that shined in the noon sun floated about on the surface, and they were no more.
PICTURES:
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-41-45-54.jpg
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-41-58-14.jpg
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-42-00-90.jpg
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-42-10-85-1.jpg
Herr Ziepel has come home...
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-43-09-20.jpg
Along my way there, I had my sonar operator report a contact. For some reason, a T-Class British sub was sailing happily along towards the southern tip of Ireland. I decided to have a little fun with him.
For the next 2 game hours I stalked him and stalked him until I finally got tired of waiting and watching, like the fat kid who burns ants on his concrete parkway with a magnifying glass. The sub had stopped its engines for some reason, and for what reason I frankly don't give a damn on. Either way, he stopped his engines and the time to strike became apparent.
I went hard to starboard and lined my bow up with him. I opened tubes 1 and 2 because it normally only takes one magic shot to hit something explosive inside (such as the torpedo room) and thus blow everyone inside to hell and THUS send the vessel down into the depths. I shut off my engines to allow for silence because a rather annoying Hurricane was patroling above us, and I think he knew all too well that I was below him because he spent the next 10 minutes circling my position.
Perhaps that's why my quarry in front stopped. I don't know. As it were, I fired tube one and sent the steam torpedo flying out into the depths. "One, two, three . . ." The seconds ticked on in my mind. Waiting, waiting. Silence. All of a sudden, BOOM! My fish struck home right beneath his conning tower, flooding the interior and killing everyone at the controls. I closed tubes 1 and 2 and decided to watch my friend sink as I would wave bye through the periscope.
The vessel slowly descended into the depths, the sea already eating at the conning tower (he'd tried to dive earlier), and he was gone. Black and blue oil that shined in the noon sun floated about on the surface, and they were no more.
PICTURES:
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-41-45-54.jpg
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-41-58-14.jpg
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-42-00-90.jpg
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-42-10-85-1.jpg
Herr Ziepel has come home...
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/Sgt-Smithy/Silent%20Hunter%20III/sh32007-12-1820-43-09-20.jpg