The rules are at the very bottom of the main radio room forum page.

Awsome...Figures they would be in the only place i dont look. Normaly they are on the top, in bold with a man in a chicken suite with a big pink sign with lights on it pointing to them.

"jesus..." muttered one of the American sailors. The Kilo was trailing alongside and slightly behind the Springfield at 20 knots. "Your man Jonsey has confirmed their transmition and he can hear flooding inside." Said Nikoli (The XO) The Control room was quiet. Ivanovich had translated what was going on for his crew to digest. "con, sonar, The Springfield is slowing to one third and i no longer hear her reactor."
"Match speed, ahead one third. what's out battery state?" Ivanovich asked.
"Set revolutions for ten knots." ordered the COB. "Kapten, battery level showing 71% power."
"Very well Chief. ETA on repairs?"
"maybe eight hours total keptan."
"What about the Gertrude?"
"Ready now Keptan." Said Engineer Palo as he entered the Con from aft.
The XO had been translating all this to Commander McCrea.
Ivanovich turned to McCrea. "Commander the Gertrude is functioning. You may speak with your ship. My Engineers and damage control department are at your disposal. I offer you anything i can give you."
"Thank you sir." McCrea said as he made his way to the Control room sonar station.

Picking up the gertrude, McCrea spoke through it. "USS Springfield, this is Lt. Cmdr McCrea! Lt. Pair, are you there?"

"This is Lt. Pair. Good to hear from you captain!" The XO spoke calmly in the tense situation. The Springfield had taken on so much water that the stern was sinking slowly. The dive plains were set so that the slow speed would keep the at an even depth.

"Pair, what is the situation? We heard you takeing on water, what happend?" The captain looked aroudn the Con, listening to the Russians.

"Water 4 foot in aft crew compartment. I shut down the reactor to be safe." Men were running stern with pipes and tools to start the pumping. "Sir, what is the Russian's intent now?"

"They would rather not change history, but will do the same as us. I plan to wait till the first wave of japanese bombers takes off, then sink them."

"Alright, I am going to go help with reapairs now. Sir..." He paused.

"What is it Pair?" asked the Captain as the Russian captain came up to him.

"Do you have the item i gave you?"

"No, i left it in the Zodiac. There was no need for it. Go help them, we're safe." The captain put the Gertrude down, gave Jonsey a pat on the back, and went to confer with the Russian officers.

Lt. Pair left the Gertrude, and went to the aft crew compartment. The crew with the pump gear were waiting for the OK to open the hatch. A minute later, someone said to stand back, and opend the door. Water spilled out, but not much. The crew began to set the pump up. "Chief!" the XO called to the head repair man, "I wand a damage report in ten minutes, i need some bloody coffey." With that, the XO made his way forward to the officers mess. He got his drink and returned to the Con.

Commander McCrea recounted his XO's report to Ivanovich and his senior officers. For some reason the Russians looked as if they had steeled themselves for something, as if a resolve had been reached. Before McCrea began to worry though Ivanovich spoke. "My crew and I have reached a final decision in the matter of your plan." McCrea's stomach sank but Ivanovich continued. "We will carry out the attack" This he repeated in Russian and his officers nodded in union to McCrea. "Kilo 529 possess 18, 53-65 torpedos that rival your own, and we have a dozen anti-ship mines. That's not much in comparison to your Springfield but it IS enough to take down several of the heavies out there."
With that, the Russian commander and his men walked out of the Con toward the officers mess.

USS Springfield was now deflooded. The repair team had done its job and were now taking a much needed break. "Begin start up of the main reactor!" Ordered the XO. The sub had been doing five knots since the flooding started, and the Japanese fleet were no longer visible. The reactor began to hum as water turned to steam inside it. "Shut down baterie backup, set speed 20 knots."

In the medical bay, the wounded sailor came to. "Wha...Where..." He mumbled. A medic rushed to him.

"You're fine sailor, everything is alright." The sonar tech looked blankly at the medic, but didn't say a word. He was probably deaf. The Medic reported this to Lt. Pair.


Lt. Cmdr McCrea followed the officers into the mess, and was given a plate of food. It looked like a bird, but he couldnt name it. As he ate, an alarm blaired, and everyone ran to the con. Jonsey stood, and reported, "Springfield is now going twentie knots, but the submarine we noticed earliar, its about 100 yards to our port. If he couldn't hear us, he sure as hell can now!"

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Thanks for the bumb, but it could have waited till this was on page 2...And Admiral8Q...Please post something....today or tomorrow... without you this is is at a :damn: that we cant bash through.

indeed. i was waiting on him lol

He has two days before i consider him dropped. Im not waiting forever.

Sorry boys! Real life is a time consuming bee-atch...:03:

"Ahead Flank!" Admiral 8Q yelled, "Give her all that she can handle!"

The Nautilus began to pick up speed as it breached the surface with a loud splash. The diesels stuttered, then kicked in as the boat turned towards the fading Japanese fleet.

The acting sonar man, Lt. Lamberth cried out, "Sir! That strange noise has begun again, very close off our starboard!"

"Man the deck guns and begin zig-zag maneuvers. Send our codded signals by lamp in thier dirrection. Let's see who's out there." 8Q climbed up the ladder from the control room, up through the conning tower to the bridge.

The deck gun crew raced up and out to the two 6 inch guns. High explosives were quickly loaded and pointing in the direction of the hydrophone contact.

Steve Johnson, the XO's voice blared out from the voice pipe, "The Chief engineer has managed to increase our speed by about two knots, the engines can not hold this out for more than a few hours!"

Splashing through the rugged water, the old submarine left a churning wake. The gunners dressed in oilskins hung on with every ounce of strength they had at the guns.

William woke up in the crew quarters. Everything seemed muffled as he tried to listen. He ripped off a piece of the blanket from the bed he was laying on, twisted it up and cleaned out his ears. There was still a high pitch ringing but he wanted to get back to duty.

"Will, you're not ready!" the medic exclaimed while stirring a pot of creamed corn on the stove.

"I'll decide if I'm ready or not! Out of my way cook!" William walked through the control room, saluted the XO, then climbed up to the conning tower before anyone could react. He roughly saluted Lt. Lamberth then took the headphones from his head.

"Sorry Sir, no offense but I have more experience at this that you do..." William squinted his eyes and spun the dial around.

"No worries, carry on sailor." Lamberth said as he began to climb up to the bridge. He didn't like the sonar station anyways.

"What are you doing here?" Lowering his binoculars, 8Q asked Lamberth as he crawled up out of the hatch.

"William is better now, and took over the hydrophones, Sir." Lamberth's cheeks turned red from embarrassment, but in the fading light no one noticed.

"Admiral!!! I think a submarine is following us, one hundred yards or so off the starboard aft! Should I ping them Sir?" William excitedly yelled up to the bridge.

"Wait, I think they may be friendly or they would have attacked us already. Continue with the signal lamp." 8Q stated.

The old Admiral, officers and crew waited to see what would happen next...:hmmm:

"Bring me the Gertrude!" Ordered Lt. Pair. As soon as the reactor went into flank speed, it automaticaly shut off. Fortunatly no radiation leak was observed. Through the Gertrude, he spoke, "Captain, we need you back here. We are preparing to attack the Japanese. The Reactor is off line. Have the Russians surface, we will send the other Zodiac for you."


"Captain." Jonsey started.

"Yes?"

"Yes?" Both skippers thought he was talking to them.

"Uh, sorry, Captain...Ivanovich, i think,..I meant my Captain." McCrea walked over the the Sonar Tech as the russian skipper turned and spoke with his XO. Looking up at the Lt. Cmdr, Jonsey spoke, "Sir, Springfield had a reactor failure, but is preparing to attack the Task Force. They want us back there." Jonsey wispered the part about the Reactor. While it was a friendly sub, it didnt make it an American sub.

The captain stood in silence for a moment as Jonsey waited for his awnser. "Tell them to surface ASAP...Were is that WWII sub?" McCrea stood as Jonsey did a check. "Ah, dont worry, he cant catch us." The captain left the sonar tech to talk to the Russian. As he got there, the Russian seemed to know what he was going to say.

"We will be surfaceing so you can go home in a moment. I have to go...Releive my self for a moment, so, good bye, Comrad." The Russian saluted the American, who saluted back.

"East meets West, sir." McCrea had been thinking of that quote since he boarded the Russian sub. 'Damnd Red October' he thought in silence as the sub surface. The Russian either did not understand it, or didn't want to respond to it.

A Zodiac quickly scooped up the American crew, and returned to the Springfield, and as soon as the Zodiac reached the hull, the lookout spoted the other American submarine, guns bearing, just 100 yards away.




Side note 1. Yes, i changed the nice and calm weather that was there to a near typhoon gale, but that will pass by the 7th.

Side note 2. Sue me for making the Red October joke.

Side note 3. Life's a bitch, but (too inapropriate for me to post)

You mean; Life's a beach, but then you dive. :O:

"Buckaroos...." The captain muttered. "Sir?" Asked the XO.
"Their commander is like the American in our favorite hollywood movie."
Nickoli laughed as a good deal of spray washed up the sail. "It would seem so."
"I hope they've made it. I can't see a thing. Lookouts below! Dive the boat. Make your depth 100 meters. Man battlestations torpedo!"

The lookouts scrambled below deck as the diving alarm blared.
Once in the control room Nickoli (the XO) ordered: "ten degrees down bubble. Make our depth one zero zero meters. Man battlestations torpedo!"

A second klaxon rang through the Russian submarine and the sailors rushed to their stations.
"One MC!"
"One MC sir."
"This is your kapten. 529 will join in the attack with our American allies. Weapons, make sure your target. We cannot Allow our torpedos to come around on us OR our allies. Make ready, that is all."
Ivanovich hung up the mike.

UPDATE: I do apologize for like...disapering off the face of the forum for a while. But monday i get my laptop, SH3, and SH4. Then, i will start the next phase of the story. I'm also debating weather i will end it or not. I may turn it into an alternate WWII (cliche much?) with the Springfield staying in the time era. Nothing is set in stone until monday, when i plan it, tuesday i will be reading Mockingjay, the final part of "The Hunger Games" trilogy. Check it out if you can. And, unless its like a 500-600 page book, i will begin to update this again.

Again, sorry for the long delay, and i hope you enjoy what i may or may not have planned.