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The Buckingham -- Assault Boarding Ship - Wolfs Ghost - 04-20-2009
Chapter One
--Introduction--
Quote:Captain Logs
Date: January 2nd, 817 AS
Today begins the first official day of my search for a crew. I was giving full command of the ship dubbed the Buckingham a Bretonian Class Boarding Gunboat. It sounds like she's the first in her class, but I doubt she is. They tend to keep these secret from the public, due to the war. Oh well.
Anyway's, as you may not know, I'm writing the Captains log just in case of my death, or destruction of the ship. The log is saved on the Ship's black box, which I believe cannot be destroyed. Erm in any case. These logs will be sent to the families upon the death and destruction of the ship. As of right now, no ship, no black box, meaning this cannot be saved to the ship, however, I am saving this and many others to a memory card.
Bah, need to go. Seems like I'll have some people to hunt down.
-- Captain Jeremy Young
Young shut down the computer after saving the file and leaned back. He sighed and picked up his personal phone, dialing a number and letting it ring.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Captain Jeremy Young, I'm with the Armed Forces. Is a John Oxford currently around?"
"Aye, speaking. What can I do for you Captain?"
"Ah, good, good. Mr. Oxford, I heard you are a Sergeant Major in the Armed Forces Planetary Army."
"Aye, I am."
"Right, I was given a task on gathering men for a Gunboat class Boarding ship. I was wondering if you and your squad would like to be the boarding team."
"Boarding Team eh? Get's these chaps off the group and in free space. I take it Admiralty wanted this done?"
"Indeed, they did. Do you object the offer?"
"Nay, I'll inform the lads and lasses that we're being moved."
"Copy, sounds good. As Captain, of the ship that isn't even ready yet. Please, have your team take leave."
There was a laugh "Aye, that does indeed sound good. Well then, I'll be off. Maybe we can get together for some beer or tea. Maybe to discuss when the launch of the..."
"Buckingham"
"Ah, the Launch of the Buckingham."
"Sounds good. Good Day Mr. Oxford."
"You also, Captain."
There was a click. Jeremy smiled lightly and sat the phone down. "That concludes the boarding team. If I did my calculations correct then we'll need sixteen more people." He said standing up. "Time to go hunting..."
The Buckingham -- Assault Boarding Ship - Wolfs Ghost - 04-21-2009
"Fire!"
Gun shots rang throughout the corridors
"Group Two, Flank left and meet at the rendezvous. Rest of you, on me!" Someone shouted amongst the chaos.
An explosion was heard, followed by triple bursts and flashes, it went quiet for a few moments.
Everything was calm for those few moments. Until an explosion went off, "Sir! We need to get moving! We're pinned down in this location!" Someone shouted. Another explosion went off.
Suddenly everything went quiet again and the dark room lit up. Oxford blinked clearing his vision, he stood up and looked around.
"Get a Med-team in here! ASAP!" Someone else shouted.
Oxford looked over to see a medical team rush into the room, he followed them. The moment he came around the corner he couldn't help but smile.
Vince Uller was laying flat on his back, clinching his teeth and fists tightly. "Sir, it bloody hurts!" He said trying to be as still as he can. "Oi, Private. Toughen up. It's just a broken leg." Oxford said waving the Medical team away. "Get him to Medical and fix that." He said to the med-team, before they left he said something else, directed towards Uller. "Private, damn good job during training today. To bad you broke your leg. It'll be better here in a few weeks. You'll be limping around in due time."
John Oxford just grinned as Private Vince Uller was taken out of the simulation building. He watched as Uller left on the stretcher, just as soon as Uller left, Private Sarah Murphey came in.
"Ah, Private Murphey, good to see you here. Your late."
"Sorry sir, I had to take care of some transfer paper work."
"I see. You didn't miss anything, only your brother being a smart ass, like he alway's is."
Oxford said glancing over at Sergeant Leon Murphey as he apporached. "Bloody 'ell, sah. I do have ears ye know." Leon grinned and looked at his sister. "Well if it ain't me little sis. Skipping practice for girly things? Army to manly fer ye?"
Sarah shook her head. "Only you would think such, Leon. Oh, by the way, I took care of those papers for you also."
"Well then, that's lovely of ye fer doin' somethin' like that now isn't it Sis?" Leon chuckled lightly and shouldered his rifle. "Oi, Lads! The drinks are on me!"
Cheers went around as the rest of the group came over. Oxford shook his head and looked at Corporal Dion Langley, who was limping.
"What in the Queens name happened to you?" He said nodding towards Langley's leg.
"Bah, Sir. I rushed ahead like a complete moron, rounded a corner in a hurry to get to the rendezvous spot. It's my fault really. Being reckless and not waiting for my team. I'm just glad that this was a simulator and not the real thing. I managed to see my results, heh well, rounding that corner quickly, stepping wrong and landing on my back, sure has hell got me killed." Langley said, holding back the pain, which hurt like hell.
Oxford grinned again. "Recklessness like that will get you killed. Good thing this is just a simulator. If it was real life. I would of left your ass."
Leon laughed slightly "No worries, Lang' I would of dragged ya back. Maybe use ye as a human shield, bullet sponge eh?"
Dion smirked, "In your bloody dreams."
"Alright, listen up chaps, and someone tell Uller this." Oxford said, interrupting Dion's and Leon's converstation. "Today is the last day of training. Remember, we're all on shore leave until the Buckingham is ready to launch. I'm trusting you to not screw around on your shore leave. What you do reflects on me, and your comrades. So, go out and enjoy yourselves. Next weekend we have a training session. If you don't show up, you don't show up. No harm done."
The group cheered. "Alright, you're dismissed. I'll check on Uller tomorrow." Oxford said, He saluted his squad, and they saluted back. Some started to mill around, some left. Oxford, however was the first to leave.
The Buckingham -- Assault Boarding Ship - Wolfs Ghost - 05-16-2009
Three Months later....
There was a rather loud explosion, screaming, and shouting across the deck.
Captain Jones stood proudly on the deck of the Kent, As he stood he could feel the vibration of the incoming shots hitting the hull of the Dunkirk. "Take us about for one more attack run." He said proudly, and calmly.
"Incoming Fighters, Twelve O'clock high. Alpha Wing, engage.." came a familiar voice over the communications, It was Lieutenant Austin Goodmen piloting his ever faithful Paladin.
"Roger, Alpha lead..Engaging targets."
"Erm, Sir, we have a Battleship incoming, Three O'clock mid..."
"Keep up the pressure on the fighters. Captain Jones, could you get that bloody thing gone?"
"I'll see what I can do, Lieutenant." Jones mumbled ever-so-calmly into the communications mic. He took off the mic and set it out of the way. "Starboard Side. Fire all weapons, Turn us about so port side can fire the Heavy Mortar at the enemy Battleship."
Shouts and Acknowledgements came back and forth after his command. He stood calmly as the view port faced the enemy battleships port side. "Fire."
A rather huge bolt of Anti-matter shot out from the heavy mortar turret, and glided silently across space. Before slamming into the enemy battleships weak shielding. Soon, all weapons targeted the enemy battleship.
"Ejecting!"
"Gah, Lieutenant! Kent, we need some to tractor the Lieutenant in..."
"Copy that..." Jones said calmly before snapping his fingers to his Nav Officer, who pressed a few buttons and recovered a few pods.
------------ (All Her Majesty's Men) ------------
The Kent pulled up heavily damaged with multiple fires on several decks to the Derby.
Captain Young was at the helm of the Derby, he watched the Kent limber in. "Captain Jones, What the hell happened?" He said as a viewing screen opened. In the background Young could see a few sparking wires, semi-thick smoke, people shouting and injuried. Only person who seemed to be calm was Jones.
"We chased a Kusari destroyer out to Stokes, made it flee and it docked, we then proceeded to engage the station heavily damaging it's air locks so the Destroyer couldn't assist. That's when multiple small battle groups came in. Obviously we where no match and had to pull back, however we did take down three Battleships, a couple of Gunboats, a few Destroyers, and multiple fighters."
"How many lost on our side?"
"Unknown as of right now we'll be tallying that up once we have everything contained. Austin Goodmen's ship was shot down. However we recovered his pod. Last report is of him in the infirmary. According to a few lads, he was on his way up to the bridge when a secondary explosion ripped through the corridor he was in. He managed to get to the infirmary."
"Right, that's good. Have him sent over to the Derby and we'll take care of him here."
"Alright, will you be ordering repair teams? I hate to take this lovely vessel to Southampton for a week of repairs. Would rather have everything done and fixed on the field."
"I'll see what I can do, Jones."
"Aye, thank you. Always good to know I have someone to trust on board this vessel."
Young laughed lightly. "It's not your vessel Jones, We share the command of it."
"Indeed so...We're switching to emergency power, also. Infirmary informs me that they moved Mr. Goodmen out to the waiting shuttle. To be shuttled over to the Derby."
"Copy...We'll set up advance guards for now to make sure the Kent isn't attacked during its repairs."
"Right, Captain Jones out."