Part 15: Session Fifteen: Don't you pray for my soul anymore

Session Fifteen: Don't you pray for my soul anymore

I have to do it all again...





Hours of boredom coupled with a few intense moments of fear that I cannot shake despite my immortal condition.

I cannot handle such an intense contrast.

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Foster: Conn, Sonar. Hydrophone effect. Contact Sierra-27. Evaluated to be Akula class submarine making 15 knots on one 7-bladed propeller.

Foster: Captain, Akula has gone active with her sonar. She is setting up a firing solution.


Master Chief: Guess who she's aiming at.

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(Option 3 is disallowed. Also, I am not advancing this choice because we have fairly few steps left before the end (if we do it right), so I want to see if we can do it legit.)

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VOTING RESULT: 2

CO: Get me a firing solution.


XO: Firing point procedure. Sierra-27.





Wait, what is this? Hear no Evil, See No Evil? I don't know much about submarines, but I'm pretty sure they can't pass within twenty feet of each other without noticing each other.


XO: Tube one. Single fire ADCAP.


Weps: Conn, Torpedo reports tube one ready, Sir.
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VOTING RESULT: 1

CO: Match bearings and shoot.


XO: Weapons, Conn. Tube one. Single fire ADCAP. Standby.
Weps: Weapons standing by, Sir.
XO: Shoot.



Foster: Mk-48 ADCAP torpedo course is 045. Run is enabled. Sierra-27 target course change. Now steady on course 130. Target speed: 17 knots. Mk-48 continues to run course 045.


Master Chief: It's like waiting for a valentine that's never going to come.

Sheesh, Master Chief, you're repeating yourself. Did you really like that line that much?

Oh wait, you probably died between now and then... I just forgot.

Foster: Target sierra 27 course change. Now bearing opening target course 090. Mk-48 continues to track.

Ya know, after all this time, you'd figure I'd have learned what any of that meant.
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VOTING RESULT: 3

CO: Plot a solution for a second shot.


XO: Firing point procedure. Sierra-27. Tube one. Single fire ADCAP.


Weps: Weapons. All tubes ready, Sir.
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MEANWHILE


Commander: We're right over the bastard. Tell them we could take him out right now.
Danny: Negative. Charlie-one has not cleared us hot. We are ordered to hold fire.


Danny: We gotta do something, Sir.
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Foster: Torpedo has gone to active homing.


Foster: Hostile weapon continues to close.


Foster: SET-65 bears 004 degrees, range 900 yards, speed 65 knots.

You know what would make this easier? If they made subs that were faster than torpedoes? I mean, you'd figured that would help, right?

If I survive this, I'm going to write a letter.


XO: Sound collision alarm!
Master Chief: All hands, collision alarm!


Foster: Incoming torpedo has acquired. Torpedo is active... 200.


Foster: Range... 150 yards.


Foster: Impact in 3... 2... 1...

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It all goes black instantly. I think this one hit us right next to the conn or something. The XO doesn't even have time for a snide comment.