February 15th, 0900
As the Resolute approached the Bogotá Belle , the freighter's crew was surprised to note that, at some point in between 0800 and 0900, all the frequencies on the ship were picking up a radio station called “Elliot in the Morning at DC101.” The ship’s master was frustrated at the clearly unusual atmospheric conditions that created this anomaly, but didn’t worry too much about it.
Until 0905, when one of the crew noticed a destroyer bearing down on the Bogotá Belle.
“Bring us within 300 yards, just like during the drills.” Jegs said.
“Yes Sir.” LT(j.g) Collette said. She began to give orders to the Helmsman, while Jegs turned to the petty officer manning the “Bright Bridge.”
“Is ROCKFISH working?”
OS1 Nguyen looked up.
“So far so good sir. All frequencies jammed, and thanks to the Chair Force last year there aren’t enough COMSATs up for the merchies to use them. Looks like SSES is worth something after all.”
“Play nice.” Jegs admonished. He picked up the IVCS phone. “TAO, this is the captain. As soon as we close to 300 yards of contact tell SSES to clear the frequencies for Bridge-to-bridge.”
“Alright guys, just like the drills.” Chief Gunnersmate Wilkins said. He was in charge of Visit, Board, Search and Seizure Team 1. Unlike the coveralls the rest of the crew wore, the VBSS teams wore grey fatigues whose cut vaguely resembled that of SG-1. The 8 men were equipped with a mix of Shotguns, pistols, MP-5s, and one M-14. “Take it safe, follow orders…we aren’t expecting more than 30 or so crew on the freighter…probably less. It’s just a coffee freighter, not a Venezuelan naval auxiliary, so don’t go picking fights if we can’t help it. We’ll board, and LT Stile will follow us with Team 2. Any questions?”
There were none. The Resolute whipped around and began to run parallel to the Bogotá Belle. The teams began to load into the RHIBs.
“Bogotá Belle, you are hereby ordered to come to a complete stop and submit to boarding!”
There was a cackle and the Bogotá Belle’s master came over Bridge-to-bridge.
“Fuck you! We have seen CNN! You are pirates, and we do not recognize your authority!”
LT(j.g.) Collette sighed, looked at Captain Jegs(who gave an almost imperceptible nod) and spoke again.
“ Bogotá Belle, we are operating under a Letter of Marque from the US Government. Furthermore, the US is not a signatory to the Declaration of Paris, and therefore is well within it’s legal right to issue such licenses!”
The Bogotá Belle remained silently, desperately, trying to turn away from the Resolute. Jegs sighed.
“Keep sending them the warning Marina.” He picked up the IVCS phone again. “TAO, fire some warning shots with the 30mm.”
The 30mms on the Resolute had been designed to replace the ubiquitous 25mms on USN vessels several years ago, and were gyroscopically stabilized and controlled from CIC, rather than manned. The starboard 30mm fired briefly across the Bogotá Belle’s bow. The freighter kept moving.
Another burst. Still it kept moving. Jegs sighed. There was a canister round in the forward 5 inch, but he wanted to set the tone for the ship’s career, and a bloodbath wasn’t what he wanted.
“TAO, fire the 30mm at the base of the superstructure, beneath the bridge.”
After the 6 round burst pelted the freighter, the Bogotá Belle’s master came across Bridge-to-bridge.
“Ceasefire! We surrender!”
Wilkins climbed the rope ladder up the side of the freighter, making his way aboard. There was a Columbian sailor waiting at the top.
“Take me and him,” He pointed at GM2 DeathfromtheSea[OOC: Yeah, yeah..a bit wordy] “To the ship’s Master. Take him and him,” GM2 PulpHero, FC3 Brunghart “To your ship’s armory immediately.”
“Si.” The man said, he didn’t seem too happy. After the last team member hopped on the ladder the RHIB pulled away and the second pulled up. Wilkins followed the sailor who led them to the ship’s bridge, in silence.
Upon arrival Wilkins said without preamble:
“You muster the ship’s crew on the main deck. You have 5 minutes to get them all up, excepting the nice young gentleman who is escorting my 2 men to the armory. I will also need a crew roster and weapons manifest. All before they muster.”
“Senor, that is not enough-“
“Starting now.” Wilkins took out a stopwatch
The Ship’s master(His name, it transpired, was Ramirez) started barking orders. Four minutes and thirty nine seconds the ship’s crew had mustered on the main deck. A roster and weapons inventory was in Wilkins’ hands, and the VBSS teams had zip-tied the lot of them.
“Mr. Ramirez, I see here you have 23 crewmembers listed(yourself included) and only21 crewmembers(yourself concluded) here on the main deck. Where is the extra man?”
“Ah, well…” Ramirez stammered. Wilkins’ walkie talkie chirped.
“Chief, we just got fired upon by a crewmember…he missed and shot our escort. Brunghart took him out with the MP-5. No injuries with either of us, our escort is bleeding out. Brun is on his way up to show one of the Corpsman where we are.” Hero reported.
Wilkins sighed. “Roger.” That accounted for the missing crew. He switched frequencies. “Resolute, this is GMC. We had a firefight, no injuries on our end but one of the crew got injured, the other is dead. It looks as if the crew is all accounted for, and you can probably send the engineers and Boatswains’ over.”
“Understood Wilkins. Who put that flag up?”
Wilkins frowned, then looked up at the pilothouse. Two of the Privateers waved back. Up on the mast was a Jolly Roger with SURRENDER THE BOOTY written under it.
I didn't know we had a Aussie in the Mess-Aaron.
Maybe we should call him Lonestark-Tysroc
Last edited by Lonestar on 2008-08-03 08:57pm, edited 1 time in total.