USS Springfield

"Con sonar! I got the contact again, rising from 250 feet. Range five miles!"

"Bring us to 25 knots, get ready to blow this boat out of the water if nessisary!" Ordered the XO. The two submarines raced through the water headed for Sierra 30.

"Con Sonar! Sounds like an american sub! Two screws, very faint. Depth 50 feet!" Blaird the sonar tech.

"Sonar, get me the Russian sub on the Gertrude!" A minute later, the XO picked up the phone, and spoke "Russian submarine, Russian submarine. Do not attack the contact! Possible American submarine!" As no response was heard, the XO ordered "COB, all stop, once we slow to 10 knots, raise the scope."

"Aye aye sir! All stop!" repeated the COB.

Commanders McCrea and Ivanovich were in the Kilo's control room.
"What do you mean you cannot raise them?" Nickoli (XO) yelled at the petty officer.
"We are working on it Lieutenant it's a problem with the wiring somewhere. Systems throughout the ship are going down as a result of this E.M.P. we sustained. Chief engineer Polo is working on it."

"what are they saying?" McCrea asked Ivanovich, who looked stressed out as it was. He turned to the American commander. "Our Gertrude has stopped functioning as a result of EMP. My engineers are working on the problem but there are electrical problems all over the sub."

"Con, Sonar! submerged contact confirmed, Designating Sierra one nine. Twin screw... i think... you should come Commander."

Ivanovich nodded to himself. "Commander McCrea i must apologize But my sonar men are not familiar with this era's noise signatures" Jonsey stepped forward. "Sirs, if i may... I believe i may be of some assistance"
"This is my sonar chief, he knows his stuff." McCrea said.
"Come with me than" Said Ivanovich.

"Con, Sonar, 688i has slowed to minimum power and are rising to periscope depth."
"We have solution on submerged unknown!" yelled the weapons officer.
Ivanovich turned back. "Set revolutions for five knots, depth 100. we shall shadow the Springfield underneath and behind. Maintain weapon lock and flood tubes one and six." The order was repeated and acknowledged.

"Sonar were is the Kilo?" asked the XO.

"He is 100 feet below and about 2000 yards behind us...Sh...SIR! He just flooded his torpedo doors sir!" reported the sonar room.

"Down periscope! Ahead flank! Deploy decoys on my mark!" Ordered the XO as he registered what was just reported.

"XO, shall i plot a solution for the Kilo?" asked the weapons man.

"Yes, plot solution for the Kilo." Picking back up the Gertrude phone, "Russian Kilo what the hell are you doing? If you can hear me, raise to periscope depth!"

:D This might be a good place for the sudden and mysterious appearance of DE-173, the U.S.S. Eldridge.

If yours asking to join, as a DE, then sure...start typeing!

Philadelphia experiment, oh yea.:up:

"Your crewmen are very jumpy Commander" Ivanovich said with a calm ease that belayed the undercurrent of alarm that seemed do be almost tangible.
"If your submarine were an Alpha what we have just done would have been a text book act of allied fire support. My solution is set on the unidentified and not the Springfield."
"How can you blame them?" Asked McCrea. "indeed"
"Perhaps now is time i should make our intentions clear to you commander McCrea. We do not desire to alter the history the world any more than we have already. However... You are the only allie that we have it seems, and we do not leave out comrades to go into battle alone."

Ivanovich strode into the control room. "Weapons, Vent flooded tubes but keep guidance hot." "aye sir, venting tubes."
"Stop electric drive. Send out a triple ping on high frequency directed at the 688." "All stop!" The XO ordered.
"Blow auxiliary and trim tanks, hard surface!" Ivanovich ordered.
"Blow tanks! hard surface!"
The orders were repeated and carried out. (PINGPINGPING) The HF sonar lashed out at the USS Springfield in a rapid burst. (Commander Ivanovich's intention to do something no attacking submarine would ever preform in order to prove themselves misunderstood"

As McCrea and his men hung on to pipes and bulkheads Ivanovich looked back at them from between the parascopes. "If i wanted to destroy the Springfield She'd be resting on the bottom right now, lets get that clear!"

PING PING PING! "Sonar, Con!" Yelled the XO. "Sonar! Awnser me!" he repeated. Still no reply. Turning to the COB, "COB, go see Adams and see what the hell is going on!"

"Aye sir!" With that the COB ran to the sonar station. "Sonar!" Opening the door, he found the Sonar tech passed out on the floor. "****, MEDIC!" The XO and two coremen ran to the room.

"Whats wrong with him?" asked the XO as the medics began to check the sailor over.

"Dunno yet sir. If he was listening to the sonar, he may be deaf." Reported the first medic. They pulled out a cot and put the wounded sailor on it.

"Periscope depth!" Rang a sailor in the Con. The XO left as the two medics were puting the final straps on. The XO checked the scope, and found the Kilo breaking the surface.

"All stop, blow tanks!"

"All stop, blow tanks! Aye!" Air again hissed out as the Springfield surfaced. As he waited for the water to clear the bridge, the XO spoke to the COB in a room. "If they even attempt to flood their tubes again, sink them."

"But the captain.." protested the COB, but was cut off.

"I don't care if the president was on there, they are a currently hostile target in the beginning stages of WWII." The XO looked out the room to make sure no one was listening. He didn't want anyone to hear what he just said.

"Sir, I cannot carry out that order." The Chief left the room. Lt. Pair (XO) followed him to the con, but climbed the ladder when he got there. As he turned to look at the Kilo, the heavy seas washed waves a good distance up the sail. Useing the bino's, he spotted the Sail of the Kilo with a morse lamp.

"Get me someone who knows morse!" He shouted down the ladder. Fifteen seconds later a seaman 2nd class came up.

"Seaman 2nd class Woods reporting, sir!" With only a momen, he began to translate.









if you dont mind, send the message and use the Seaman to translate.

A ten foot swell nearly swept the top of the sail as Ivanovich, McCrea, and Chief petty officer Belove exited the hatch. "There! there she is!" Yelled McCrea. Belove swung the signal lamp in the direction McCrea had pointed. Ivanovich passed McCrea a pare of light amplified Binoculars. "signal this.."
Ivanovich yelled to Belove.

Seaman 2nd class Woods started scribbling down letters on a simi-soaked notepad as the Kilo flashed in the distance. The wind was picking up and the sky was overcast. The XO waited impatiently for several minutes as Woods translated. "here it goes sir" Woods finaly said. "lets have it!"
"yes sir: Standing down, standing down. 529 will fire support for Springfield. Gertrude out of commission, EMP. Sinding over officers after you acknowledge. out."

With the sea state being what it was, the XO found it unlikely that a Zodiac could make the distance twice between the two subs. "Seaman Woods, send 'Sea state too rough. Keep our men there. Set depth 100 feet, speed 20 Knots. Stay paralel to us." Woods began to send the message while the XO slid down the ladder.

"Set depth 75 feet, speed 20 knots!" Ordered the XO once he was in the Con. The order was repeated as he went back up. "Woods!" He now shouted, the wind speed picking up, "Send tell them that Seaman Adams is wounded. The sonar pings overloaded the sonar and he was listening at the time." The water was half way up the sail as the two went down the hatch and it was closed.

A mile away the WWII submarine observed the two strange ships as they exchanged messages and dove.

This should be stickied, Watch out LaughinSwordfish you got some competition!!!

Good Read BTW, so what does it takes to join in this volunteer story???

Thanks for the praise, and if you want to, write something with quality and post it. And i dont think this is worthy of a sticky.

Admiral 8Q watched through the obs periscope as the two unidentified contacts communicated with signal lamps. "Curious..."

"What is it Sir?" the XO asked in a whisper.

"I'm not sure. They are communicating in English, but..." 8Q turned towards the radio room, "McConnell, do you know what 'Gertrude' or EMP is?"

McConnell frantically began flipping through the code books, "No Sir, but I'm on it!"

"Let me know if you find anything. In the meantime..." 8Q began to continue.

"Captain! Er, sorry, Admiral! Sonar man William is passed out on the deck! There is blood coming from his ears!"

"What happened?" 8Q asked.

"He must have heard a loud noise on the hydrophones!"

"Petty Officer, take him to quarters and have the medic check him out. Lieutenant Lamberth, take sonar station." 8Q went back to the periscope. Cautiously raising it again, 8Q could barely make out the starboard line of the Japanese task force approaching. A carrier came into view covered by at least three destroyers. Passing across the Nautilus's bow at 600 yards, one salvo would probably cripple or destroy her.

"Sir, shall we attack?" the XO questioned.

"Negative. We are not at war with the Japanese and do not have the authority to attack neutrals. Besides, we don't want to be the instigators of war do we now Steve?" Admiral 8Q rubbed his chin again then decided, "When the fleet passes us by, we will surface the boat and begin repairs on our radio antenna."

"What about those other strange contacts?" XO, Steve Jonson asked.

"Well I think they may be friendlies. Probably a couple of the newer submarines. We will make contact and challenge them, if they stick around..."...

With the Japanese fleet just on the horison, the XO didn't want any more sonar pings. Chances are they Japs would pick them up. "Were is the Submarine?" Asked the XO as he staired at a chart.

"Port side, close abord!" Someone replied to him. Lt. Pair (XO again, dunno if i said it) drew a line on the chart.

A minute later, in the aft crew compartmant, a pipe burst. The wounded sailor was in the room with the two medics, no one else. One of the medics ran to an intercom. "Con, we have flooding in the aft crew compartment!" he shouted through, but in the con, only "Con, .... flooding in... crew comp...." was heard.

Lt. Pair ordered a runner to both crew compartments, and as they came back, before either said anything, he ordered the Damage control team to the aft compartment. "All stop, switch propulstion to the bateries! Shut down the reactor! Ahead 1/3rd!" The low humm of the reactor faded as it was shut down.

"Get a clog on that pipe!" Ordered someone in the crew compartment. Water was knee deep as ten crewmen scrambeld around with water spraying in. Since the first pipe blew, two more bust. The XO entered the room and was shocked at how fast water was comeing in.

"Comander!" Yelled the head repair man, trieing to be heard. The XO looked at him. "We need to surace to get the pump working! Mush more of this and we lose the compartment!"

"Not possible! The Japanese fleet is about 10, 12 miles away! We surface and we will be spotted!" The Repair man said a few words, and the XO left the room. In the Con, everyone looked at him, wondering waht they would do. "Get me the gertrude! Even if the Russians cant use theirs, they can still pick it up." The Springfield was now begining to slow from the water. "We are takeing on water. Multiple pipes burst in an aft compartment. We will not abandon ship."

The water, now waist deep, was still comeing in from two pipes. One of the pipe had been cloged. "Here, use this!" Someone shouted. :We have to abandon!" another yelled. "No way in hell am i dieing on a goddamn submarie! I hate them!" shouted a third sailor. Before the water had gotten more then chest deep, one more pipe was cloged and the third was slowed down to a slow leak.




I wrote this three times. Once in the Con, once in the torpedo room, and finaly here.

Also...is there a list of the forum rules any were?