- OREOSOME -
Choose from the following:
Multi-Role Light Frigate - Extremely agile and heavily armed for its class. Comes equipped with torpedos and SAMs in addition to its standard guns, making this a very versatile ship. Its cargo capacity and range is limited compared to most vessels. Can support an Information Warfare Suite.
Medium Barge - Can carry enough cargo to pay for itself after only a single trip, and only needs a small crew to keep fully operative. The standard model unfortunately comes only lightly armed, and is unlikely to fend off anything larger than a corvette. Not particularly quick, and possessing close to no manoeuvrability, but has massive fuel capacity, allowing for lengthy sorties. VTOL craft may land on the deck provided the proper facilities are fitted prior to embarkment. Without an escort or some form of protection, this vessel is highly vulnerable to attack.
- scapheap -
Good morning Captain, welcome to Kiel, and the 1st U-boat Flotilla.
You shake the Admiral's hand and utter a greeting in return before you follow him into his office. He takes a seat behind his desk and offers you to do likewise. You plop down into the straight-backed chair opposite the admiral, and he pours you cold brandy from the glass decanter resting beside his placard (ADM Schweitzer).
So, Dreadwater, tell me more about yourself.
He takes a drag from the cigarette between his fingers and chuckles whilst gesturing towards a large manilla folder resting on his desk, which is already littered with dozens of documents.
I regret that I have yet to finish reading your dossier. I'm sure the rest your past is quite..colourful, though to be sure, I'd very much rather hear it from the legend himself.
- Xantolos -
You lean back in your leather recliner and stare lazily about your office. Dim morning light shines through a single four-paned window and you let out a quiet sigh. Not much has happened these past few days, nor during the rest of your "tour" here at the Uta military harbour. You hear a subdued rap at the door of your office. Probably the desk sergeant looking to drop off another stack of orders to approve. You let out another sigh. Whatever it takes to get out of this hole and back to the sea.
- GreatWyrmGold -
You hug the side of the chopper tightly as the props punch the air, lifting the craft off the ground and sending it soaring across the deck of the carrier and towards the coast. Hundreds of identical gunships lift off in unison and fall into position beside yours. You keep your boots planted firmly on the skids of the helicopter, lest you slip. Your partner Raśl nudges you and motions towards his left ear, the one with his communications unit mounted on it. Apparently you forgot to turn yours on, otherwise you would have been able to hear him.