ooc: In Nathaniel's case, it is a small fleet, compare to his navy anyways
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1st Scout Flotilla consists of five Type 054/A frigates, two Type 052B destroyers, and a small supply vessel.
Main Fleet consists of eight 051C and five 052C destroyers, eight Type 053H3 frigates, two Ontario Class missile battleships, and an Admiral Kuznetsov Class aircraft carrier with 12 Su-33s/5 A-4 Super Skyhawks/10 Ka-27s helicopters/13 Sea Hinds.
=Mystica=
--Captain's Log--
11/08/2712
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They must have been alerted by our presence by now. We are still observing radio silence and all active sensors had been switched off. Our passive radar have reveal the Validean fleet presence around two hundred clicks away, eight hot bogeys steaming towards our position, along with a huge scatter of SEMR and IAR around a particular bogey which we suspect to be their aircraft carrier. We can't be sure until we launch a OTH scan tonight, as par schedule. We continue to monitor electronic traffic in our area, which has reveal a scurry of transmission from both Canadian and DYSFOR frequencies. I can only imagine what the world think of us and our intention at present.
Communication has been sketchy with Naval Command, the main fleet, and even within our own flotilla. Our laser communications with the flotilla ships had been made difficult by the rough seas, and we resorted to flag and light signals to transmit information within the flotilla. Ensign Ayin assures me that we'll get smoother waters once we steam west into the Gulf of Arcadia, where we will be heading after Magei finishes with her EI and data gathering. We continue to head westwards at ten knots, slow enough to allow the Validean flotilla to catch up.
The crew had been restless in pressing for answers. While I continue to keep my mouth shut, I find it hard to continue this charades of secrecy with the crew I raise and trust. Many of them are away from family and friends, so I can understand their agitation and despair. But, while this operation may have little meaning to these young navy grunts, I know this venture so far from home will help them mature into the professional sailors that our Fleet needs in this day and age. They will just have bare it a little more longer, and I'm sure they'll come out of it more skilled and experienced.
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Captain Lens enters the Control Room. A bustle of activity was going on within this central hub of the ship, and those at the console had little time to salute to Lens' presence. A few EOs gave a quick salute as he passes, then returns to the job at hand. Ensign Ayin came to greet him.
"Afternoon Captain," she salutes. "Those Validean boats are within 80 clicks of us, they been steaming towards us for the last 3 and a half hours."
The captain nods and proceeds to his seat in the center of the room. Ensign Ayin hands a few slips of paper to him.
"The Reverend has finished her EI task, she'll be sending us the data disc so we can pass it to Defense Intelligence."
The captain flips to the second slip of the report. "How did our own EI go?"
Ensign Ayin pulls out her notebook and reads it out. "Radar frequencies of the Validean vessels have been inputted into our ship database. Several other SEMRs and IAR frequencies have been capture as well and inputted for processing. We're augmenting radar signature collected by OTH from Captain Veng's Sea Hind, they dropped us a disc an hour ago. Also, a few Validean planes are up around our perimeter."
The captain puts the report into a folder by his chair. "Thank you Ensign, you're doing a great job. The Mystica should be place under your command."
Ensign Ayin grins at the compliment. "Just doing my job Captain."
"Of course you are," the captain murmurs. "Now, let's get to the next step of our mission operation. Signal the flotilla, we'll be conducting the scheduled CAD and gather mission. Signal Veng to have his Sea Hind up in the air and monitor the Valideans."
"Aye Captain," the Ensign replied, then turns to the HCO. "Ben, have the Hakin boys signal flotilla, DASH-SIX-NINE."
The HCO nods then took up the intercomm phone to get the flag signals going to Ensign Ayin's specification.
The captain turns to a EO at his left. "Yula, I want you to prepare our EW suite for a AF91 jamming protocol. Max strength. Ensign Ayin!"
"Yes captain?"
"Make sure our transponders still transmitting non-combatant clicks, but have our RAMs and countermeasures on standby. Sound Class C alarms."
"Yes captain!"
"Captain, flotilla ships have signaled back, code DASH-SIX-NINE-HOT."
"Bring us up to thirty knots, bearing 187. Yula, prepare to run the jamming protocol in twenty-two minutes!"
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While the rest of the flotilla stayed behind course, the Mystica unleashed a jamming pulse several miles away from the other ships. A Sea Hind was in the air to monitor the reaction of the Valideans, who doubt were picking up the full power pulse of the Mystica's jammer pods. The moment was a tense one for the Captain, who was unsure whether the Valideans will take the jam pulse as a threat of attack...either way, he would had unknowingly completed the goal of the operation...
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A man in a black suit laid comfortably on his silk couch, enjoying the warmth of a wood fire burning in his white marble fireplace. In front of him, a 52 inch LCD TV rolls with images of the world outside, the slight panic created by the mysterious maneuvers of the Loyanese Fleet. A malevolent smirks scars his face as the news anchor announces the movement of the Canadian fleet towards the drama of the Horn of Valhene. He takes a sip of his imported scotch, mixing the warm satisfaction in his mind with the excellent taste of the $2000 per bottle drink.
Excellent, everything is going as planned... 