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Originally Posted by DanFraser
You guys are going to hate me even more.
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Actually I didn't feel any of the promised hate. Not until continuing my patrol last night.
I'm patrolling the mission area. I sank two ships earlier, while traveling to the area. I have 6 torpedoes left (sailing in an S-18 class sub to optimize the way I suck). I was down to 54% fuel and really needed to find some Japanese ships to fire my torpedoes at so that I could head home.
A contact showed up on my radar. I measured angle and range and did a mark on the map (using "no map contact updates"). For the next hour or two I did this ever 10-15 minutes, getting a rough idea which way and at which speed the contact was moving. Meanwhile I sent my crew to battle stations and disabled the recharging battery to get the most speed out of my S-18 and get in position to intercept.
In the early hours of dawn my crew spotted a few ships. I sent a contact report (that said "convoy" ... the radio guy could hardly have known it, seeing how the only thing I could make out was three tiny dots on the horizon). I dive, lie in wait and ... discover that the "convoy" is really two sampans and a fishing boat.
Back on the surface I gun the crap out of the outdated ships. One sinks without me getting kill for it (it could have been a submarine in disguise) and the "engage enemy freighters" that I got when reporting the "convoy" is not completed. I still have 6 torpedoes but somewhat less fuel.
The following day my crew relaxes and I evade some aircrafts. In the late afternoon a huge, beautiful blip shows up on my radar. After a few measurements I realize that it's moving away from me and that I'll have to burn some fuel to catch up with it.
I wake my crew and send them to battle stations and a long, demanding chase takes place. At 5AM my crew is completely trashed and I have even less fuel than when I started. I still have my six torpedoes and I'm very much looking forward to shoot some of them into the hull of a freighter. When the first rays of sun light up the ocean I see my clueless target. One fishing boat. Damn IJN must have set up a decoy system using worthless ships to nag the hell out of me.
Greatly aggravated I surface, man the deck gun and sink the ship in four or five shots. I still have six torpedoes, but I'm down to 40some percent fuel. Furthermore the high speed chase took me out of my mission area where I probably need to patrol for 40 more seconds before fulfilling the requirements. While sailing back my captain is filling out a request for an immediate transfer to the infantry.