Post by lordroel on Sept 24, 2022 2:15:52 GMT
Halmahera Sea, 0427 Local
The last set of depth charges still reverberated through the sea and his boat gently rocked in the remains of the explosive turbulence. The Indonesians had come close a few times, and his boat had taken more damage than he would prefer, but it was time to remind the hunters upon the surface that the shark they were hunting had teeth of their own. Zeeleeuw was rising slowly from the depths, with her bow pointed at the prowling destroyer. The transports that were his primary targets had all turned and ran. His sonar team thought that the torpedo boats had run with them.
In a voice more appropriate to the family pew back home than the attack center of a submarine, he said, "Make torpedo tubes one through four ready in all respects, including opening the outer doors. Warn the torpedo room crew to expect a snap shot. Raise the Number One scope."
Before the head of the scope had even broached the waves he was already scanning the water. It was a dark night, but it might still be possible to spot the shadow from the destroyer. No luck this time. Still, as the water drained away from the lens, he saw the destroyer and it was coming almost right at him.
Roel began to snap orders in a frenzy. "Snap shot! Tubes one and two! Angle on the bow, zero-zero-five degrees! Range, one thousand five hundred meters! Shoot!"
Zeeleeuw shuddered as both torpedos streaked from their tubes and towards the destroyer. "Both torpedos running hot, straight and normal! Left full rudder, all ahead full! Close the outer doors on tubes one and two! Prepare for another snap shot on tubes three and four!"
It was a risk leaving the scope up, the wake could give him away. But with two fish inbound, he didn't think it mattered that much. He kept the lens pointed at the Indonesian destroyer, praying his first two fish would find their mark. He was about to curse his luck and order the next two tubes fired when a mighty explosion rent the night asunder. One of his fish had found the mark afterall. The destroyer that had been harrying him bucked and heaved as the Mark XIV tore into it. The ship went dead in the water with a shudder and he could see men scrambling to get off the stricken vessel. The threat of invasion, at least for the foreseeable future, had ended.
Nice, some revenge at last, now lets hope the Zeeleeuw can get away safly.
Also is this the first kill of a submarine sins the end of World War II.