Cult of the Whispered Chap 3 FMPfic.
Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:27 pm
Chapter three.
Tokyo Bay.
Tessa's mind was possessing every bit of information that streamed in too the control room. under half an hour ago the TDD had received orders too take up a Patrol outside the bay. With those orders had come a audio sample. recorded sound profiles for a target the TDD was too fallow. the first surprise was the location, second was the profile. A old American Diesel Electric Submarine circa world war 2. TDD listened and sure enough there target showed and The TDD Squeezed in as It's new shadow.
Then reports started streaming in from the civilian media of an Explosion in Tokyo bay, Reports of gunfire. New reports streamed in they stopped talking about gun fire the news gave a new name too this incident A large gas explosion.
Footage from a news helicopter played on her chairs terminal. She froze the screen, and looked at it. Something was out of place she played it though again at slow speed and then again frame by frame. She placed the feed on one of the large displays that made up the walls of the control Room.
"Mister Kalinin What does that look like too you?" She asked as she selected and enlarged and enhanced that portion of the screen. The Black shadow she had seen frozen in mid screen.
" That, Madam Captain is a Military Aircraft. Low flying under ECS invisible mode casting a Shadow because of light from the Fires." Responded the Russian.
Tessa Agreed with his assessment. She ran the image though Dana Who using a number of algorithms created a best guess at the silhouette of the the aircraft it then began comparing too known Aircraft in it's extensive intelligence files. Dana Eliminated first any Aircraft larger then a C17 and then began eliminating smaller and smaller aircraft eliminating medium lifters like the An12 and C130 soon the Payload tonnage were in single digits and then a Match. Dana opened a data File on the specifications of the aircraft with the closest matching profile the American Bell Boeing V22 Osprey tilt rotor.
" An American? That's a surprise. what would a American military transport be doing flying covert in Japanese Airspace though a urban area?" Asked Mardukus.
Tessa toyed with her Braid of hair.
she then had Dana use the news footage and her mapping software too gage the barring and speed of the aircraft. When combined with the Range of the Osprey too map out possible destinations. Dana's computations displayed in Tessa's screen. Sure enough a number of Air force Airbases were shown but also in the list was There own Merida Island facility. Tessa looked over the data on the Osprey. the List of American operators gave it as there Marines air stations Miramar in California and New River in North Carolina and a small number attached too Fleet marine but the Marines Did not use ECS on there MV22, The Air Force units were in Florida or New Mexico did though... there was however one more user on the list. She clicked on the file for that user. the screen changed too a Photograph of a set of Black CV22 B transports with ECS pods, Wearing typical modern monochromatic livery save for the blue hexagon with a Sword... Mithril's emblem. The numbers it wore on it's nose and the Squadron emblems it bore on it's tail were of a young red head girl in stylized armor with horns and a lizard tail and bat wings. Tessa knew that marking. It belonged too the Mithril Southern Pacific Air group 25th transport assault Squadron The so named "Go-Getter's".
" It's not an American... It's One of ours." Tessa looked up from the screen. " Communications officer Advise me if there are any messages from command. XO you have the Conn." stated Tessa.
" RODGER XO HAS THE CONN!" replied Mardukus
"Mr. Kalinin Walk with me please." requested Tessa as she left the control room. The older Gentleman fell in line.
" It seems too me as though we have been chosen for a mission without our having been briefed in advance. Would you not agree." she stated as they walked along the empty corridor.
"I concur Ma'am." Replied of officer.
" Then I also feel it likely that Whoever is commanding this new operation is not in the Tactical division. keeping this level of secrecy is the Hallmark of the intelligence division." she stated venting a slight amount of frustration though the form of a sigh.
“ A logical assessment.” Stated the Lt. Commander.
Continued Tessa as she completed her Train of thought an an internal monologue. she then nodded too herself having reached her assessment of the next actions and her own choice of actions. She Stopped turned and changed her tone of voice and posture. "Mr. Kalinin Have the SRT and PRT run mission prep. Also I want you too listen in too the Tower communications for Merida flight control. If my guess is right we will be receiving guests very shortly I want a little heads up on there arrival and departure times."
" Yes Madam Captain. However might I....."
Kalinin never completed his statement as Tessa turned and smacked her head directly into a Structural member.
“ Ouch!” She Cried on impact before hitting the deck. “ I am Fine, I am Okay.” She said Picking herself up from the deck.
Chidori came too she was in a cramped space filled with the thick smell of oil, metal and acid. the lighting was low cast only by a exposed incandescent somewhere down the way. she looked around and found the crazy female cop next too her smiling a twisted smile.
" Finally away ah civilian? Any idea where we are?" she asked.
Chidori Studied her surroundings more, everything was made of metal there were pressure gages on the wall and valves. the space reminded her of the Danaan only way more primitive.
"I think this is a Submarine." stated Chidori Remembering Sousuke had mentioned something about a Submarine... Then she remembered The Explosions..." Oh God Sousuke..."
" Who?" Asked the police woman.
" He was with me but... I think He was hurt when they captured me..." she said fighting back emotions.
"If he's Anything like your Hamster pal He'll be fine." Stated the policewoman with a little more intuition then she could know.
Hours passed as Kaname huddled in in the hold of the ship she did her best too fight back the tears remembering every time he had survived and saved her. Right now she needed that. slowly her sadness turned too anger she worked herself too her feet and looked fore the nearest person intent on voicing her rage even willing too rant too high heaven. She found a heavy door she guessed water tight and some thing too hit it with soon she was giving that door a working over loud enough too be heard by the sonar man on the De Dadaan. yet they ignored her. The Door was locked and it stayed that way. that Really Ticked her off.
After retiring too her cabin Captain Testerosa was busy-ed herself reading up on these old Subs, Intelligence reports on the missing teens as well as a number of thefts that coincided with the disappearances, she was trying too put the puzzle together But every answer remained her of A21. Some hours into this she was told of a radio intercept from a landing at Merida Island.
Eventually the old Sub made it’s home port in the Republic of the Marshall Islands , one of the uninhabited isles, that if Ailinginae Atoll. The De Danaan came too para-scope depth and extended her phonic masts and Unmanned Sea turtles scanning the area before TDD Surfaced and activated her ECS. A small settle meant was visible on the norther side of the island, built of a number of huts and fortifications with watch towers and a very visible Church, most of the construction was rather crude but the Church was quite the opposite same for the watchtowers. Thick Layers of vegetation obscured much and Sting was being allocated too someone else. The thought of a overflight was contemplated indeed Captain Testarossa Ordered a Avenger UAV prepared for launch bus Soon Word came in that TTD was too be receiving a inbound flight, With Strict Ordered too hold any action until the flight arrived. just after Sundown two Black CV22 Ospreys requested landing clearance.
Captain Testerossa made her way too the flight deck. The wind whipped up by the twin Rotors lashed the collar of her flight jacket against her face and caused her long braid too snap out like a serpent. As the two tilt rotors touched down The Rear ramp dropped as men in Black Mithril field uniforms unloaded from the rear of the Craft caring large Hard equipment cases with them. One Stepped of the closer craft wearing Lt. Colonels Rank on a black leather trench coat his arms were empty and under his coat he wore khaki Class A Mithril uniform, his closely cropped black hair streaked with the silver of age his face worn and Stern. He stood Tall And with a hardened military cut, with hands large enough too crush a mans head.The Man took in his surroundings hie steel grey eyes seemed devoid of any feeling, He was Fallowed by a Young woman no more then in her early twenty's who seemed very excited about the sudden change in scenery. She wore a Class A uniform as well with a red Barrett tucked under the strap of her Lt.’s Rank
“WOW never been on a Submarine before.” Squealed the Subordinate in a American accent her short brown hair set against her features and green eyes her petite build and exuberance acting almost as a counter weight too the the man. “ then Again Never been on a Helicopter either!”
The Lt. Col looked too his adjutant and then approached Tessa and Kalinin, His Eyes Studying the two
“ Colonel Tesstarossa I presume.” He said with a Sharp American style Salute too the young woman.
Tessa Shot a Short Salute of her own fallowed by a response. “ Yes.”
“ I seem too have found me one of your Stowaways.” He indicated a individual dressed in black field uniform who just stepped off the Osprey, Shorter then the rest with a wild hair style it was Mr. Sagara.
This caused Tessa a moment of a smile, but then this man turned back too her. and it felt as if a Ice burg had just materialized in front of her.
“ I am Lieutenant colonel Baxter of Mithril intelligence, this is my adjutant Lieutenant Cooper As of this moment I am Taking command of this ship. As On site mission commander.” He held out a document. too the same effect as his statement.
End Chapter three
Tokyo Bay.
Tessa's mind was possessing every bit of information that streamed in too the control room. under half an hour ago the TDD had received orders too take up a Patrol outside the bay. With those orders had come a audio sample. recorded sound profiles for a target the TDD was too fallow. the first surprise was the location, second was the profile. A old American Diesel Electric Submarine circa world war 2. TDD listened and sure enough there target showed and The TDD Squeezed in as It's new shadow.
Then reports started streaming in from the civilian media of an Explosion in Tokyo bay, Reports of gunfire. New reports streamed in they stopped talking about gun fire the news gave a new name too this incident A large gas explosion.
Footage from a news helicopter played on her chairs terminal. She froze the screen, and looked at it. Something was out of place she played it though again at slow speed and then again frame by frame. She placed the feed on one of the large displays that made up the walls of the control Room.
"Mister Kalinin What does that look like too you?" She asked as she selected and enlarged and enhanced that portion of the screen. The Black shadow she had seen frozen in mid screen.
" That, Madam Captain is a Military Aircraft. Low flying under ECS invisible mode casting a Shadow because of light from the Fires." Responded the Russian.
Tessa Agreed with his assessment. She ran the image though Dana Who using a number of algorithms created a best guess at the silhouette of the the aircraft it then began comparing too known Aircraft in it's extensive intelligence files. Dana Eliminated first any Aircraft larger then a C17 and then began eliminating smaller and smaller aircraft eliminating medium lifters like the An12 and C130 soon the Payload tonnage were in single digits and then a Match. Dana opened a data File on the specifications of the aircraft with the closest matching profile the American Bell Boeing V22 Osprey tilt rotor.
" An American? That's a surprise. what would a American military transport be doing flying covert in Japanese Airspace though a urban area?" Asked Mardukus.
Tessa toyed with her Braid of hair.
she then had Dana use the news footage and her mapping software too gage the barring and speed of the aircraft. When combined with the Range of the Osprey too map out possible destinations. Dana's computations displayed in Tessa's screen. Sure enough a number of Air force Airbases were shown but also in the list was There own Merida Island facility. Tessa looked over the data on the Osprey. the List of American operators gave it as there Marines air stations Miramar in California and New River in North Carolina and a small number attached too Fleet marine but the Marines Did not use ECS on there MV22, The Air Force units were in Florida or New Mexico did though... there was however one more user on the list. She clicked on the file for that user. the screen changed too a Photograph of a set of Black CV22 B transports with ECS pods, Wearing typical modern monochromatic livery save for the blue hexagon with a Sword... Mithril's emblem. The numbers it wore on it's nose and the Squadron emblems it bore on it's tail were of a young red head girl in stylized armor with horns and a lizard tail and bat wings. Tessa knew that marking. It belonged too the Mithril Southern Pacific Air group 25th transport assault Squadron The so named "Go-Getter's".
" It's not an American... It's One of ours." Tessa looked up from the screen. " Communications officer Advise me if there are any messages from command. XO you have the Conn." stated Tessa.
" RODGER XO HAS THE CONN!" replied Mardukus
"Mr. Kalinin Walk with me please." requested Tessa as she left the control room. The older Gentleman fell in line.
" It seems too me as though we have been chosen for a mission without our having been briefed in advance. Would you not agree." she stated as they walked along the empty corridor.
"I concur Ma'am." Replied of officer.
" Then I also feel it likely that Whoever is commanding this new operation is not in the Tactical division. keeping this level of secrecy is the Hallmark of the intelligence division." she stated venting a slight amount of frustration though the form of a sigh.
“ A logical assessment.” Stated the Lt. Commander.
Continued Tessa as she completed her Train of thought an an internal monologue. she then nodded too herself having reached her assessment of the next actions and her own choice of actions. She Stopped turned and changed her tone of voice and posture. "Mr. Kalinin Have the SRT and PRT run mission prep. Also I want you too listen in too the Tower communications for Merida flight control. If my guess is right we will be receiving guests very shortly I want a little heads up on there arrival and departure times."
" Yes Madam Captain. However might I....."
Kalinin never completed his statement as Tessa turned and smacked her head directly into a Structural member.
“ Ouch!” She Cried on impact before hitting the deck. “ I am Fine, I am Okay.” She said Picking herself up from the deck.
Chidori came too she was in a cramped space filled with the thick smell of oil, metal and acid. the lighting was low cast only by a exposed incandescent somewhere down the way. she looked around and found the crazy female cop next too her smiling a twisted smile.
" Finally away ah civilian? Any idea where we are?" she asked.
Chidori Studied her surroundings more, everything was made of metal there were pressure gages on the wall and valves. the space reminded her of the Danaan only way more primitive.
"I think this is a Submarine." stated Chidori Remembering Sousuke had mentioned something about a Submarine... Then she remembered The Explosions..." Oh God Sousuke..."
" Who?" Asked the police woman.
" He was with me but... I think He was hurt when they captured me..." she said fighting back emotions.
"If he's Anything like your Hamster pal He'll be fine." Stated the policewoman with a little more intuition then she could know.
Hours passed as Kaname huddled in in the hold of the ship she did her best too fight back the tears remembering every time he had survived and saved her. Right now she needed that. slowly her sadness turned too anger she worked herself too her feet and looked fore the nearest person intent on voicing her rage even willing too rant too high heaven. She found a heavy door she guessed water tight and some thing too hit it with soon she was giving that door a working over loud enough too be heard by the sonar man on the De Dadaan. yet they ignored her. The Door was locked and it stayed that way. that Really Ticked her off.
After retiring too her cabin Captain Testerosa was busy-ed herself reading up on these old Subs, Intelligence reports on the missing teens as well as a number of thefts that coincided with the disappearances, she was trying too put the puzzle together But every answer remained her of A21. Some hours into this she was told of a radio intercept from a landing at Merida Island.
Eventually the old Sub made it’s home port in the Republic of the Marshall Islands , one of the uninhabited isles, that if Ailinginae Atoll. The De Danaan came too para-scope depth and extended her phonic masts and Unmanned Sea turtles scanning the area before TDD Surfaced and activated her ECS. A small settle meant was visible on the norther side of the island, built of a number of huts and fortifications with watch towers and a very visible Church, most of the construction was rather crude but the Church was quite the opposite same for the watchtowers. Thick Layers of vegetation obscured much and Sting was being allocated too someone else. The thought of a overflight was contemplated indeed Captain Testarossa Ordered a Avenger UAV prepared for launch bus Soon Word came in that TTD was too be receiving a inbound flight, With Strict Ordered too hold any action until the flight arrived. just after Sundown two Black CV22 Ospreys requested landing clearance.
Captain Testerossa made her way too the flight deck. The wind whipped up by the twin Rotors lashed the collar of her flight jacket against her face and caused her long braid too snap out like a serpent. As the two tilt rotors touched down The Rear ramp dropped as men in Black Mithril field uniforms unloaded from the rear of the Craft caring large Hard equipment cases with them. One Stepped of the closer craft wearing Lt. Colonels Rank on a black leather trench coat his arms were empty and under his coat he wore khaki Class A Mithril uniform, his closely cropped black hair streaked with the silver of age his face worn and Stern. He stood Tall And with a hardened military cut, with hands large enough too crush a mans head.The Man took in his surroundings hie steel grey eyes seemed devoid of any feeling, He was Fallowed by a Young woman no more then in her early twenty's who seemed very excited about the sudden change in scenery. She wore a Class A uniform as well with a red Barrett tucked under the strap of her Lt.’s Rank
“WOW never been on a Submarine before.” Squealed the Subordinate in a American accent her short brown hair set against her features and green eyes her petite build and exuberance acting almost as a counter weight too the the man. “ then Again Never been on a Helicopter either!”
The Lt. Col looked too his adjutant and then approached Tessa and Kalinin, His Eyes Studying the two
“ Colonel Tesstarossa I presume.” He said with a Sharp American style Salute too the young woman.
Tessa Shot a Short Salute of her own fallowed by a response. “ Yes.”
“ I seem too have found me one of your Stowaways.” He indicated a individual dressed in black field uniform who just stepped off the Osprey, Shorter then the rest with a wild hair style it was Mr. Sagara.
This caused Tessa a moment of a smile, but then this man turned back too her. and it felt as if a Ice burg had just materialized in front of her.
“ I am Lieutenant colonel Baxter of Mithril intelligence, this is my adjutant Lieutenant Cooper As of this moment I am Taking command of this ship. As On site mission commander.” He held out a document. too the same effect as his statement.
End Chapter three