Remnant Goes to the Movies 10
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Down Periscope 2
Watching as Bleiss gazes lovingly at Jaune, an annoyed Jacques speaks up.
"Why him, 'Bleiss', of all people? He's not… notable enough."
"To you, perhaps. To me…" Softly kissing Jaune again, she adds, "He's fine as he is. And, quite frankly, he's all kinds of fine." Relishing Jaune's blush, Bleiss sighs happily as the movie progresses.
The scene goes to a submerged 'Stingray' before 'Nitro' comes into view, singing as he works on an electrical panel, with the view going around 'Sonar' as 'Nitro' croons.
"*I'm gonna feel the way I do today! Cause you nutsy chick, you broad, you make me feel so young!* Boom!" Ending his singing, he goes on. "Look boys, that was terrible. I'm gonna go outside and I'm gonna have a smoke. When I get back in, you better have the horn section figured out. I can't work like this."
Suddenly, the panel emits sparks, jolting 'Nitro', with him dropping the tool he was using, before he resumes speaking and working with another tool. In a different tone of voice.
"What was that, 'Racer'? I sounded… pretty cool like that."
"That, Mr. Thrush, is a side effect of being electrocuted repeatedly. It doesn't happen often, though."
"Ahhh." Curious, he then asks, "Who's the singer my other was sounding like?"
"His nickname's 'Ol Blue Eyes'. But he's commonly known as Frank Sinatra."
"Two on and two outs. Bottoms is up again. Swung on. Boom! Foul down the right field line and struck the ball girl. Knocked her cold. Today's game, by the way, is…" As 'Nitro' speaks, Jaune comes into view, Cinder at the periscope before Jaune speaks.
"That guy's absorbed a lot of voltage." The view goes to 'Sonar' before he speaks.
"Conn, Sonar. So far, sir, I'm only picking up some faint merchant traffic." Nodding at that, Jaune replies.
"Roger that, 'Sonar'." As he turns to Cinder, Whitley comes into view.
"Captain, just wondering. We're now in the engagement zone. Shouldn't we be running silent at this stage?" Jaune is nonplussed as he responds.
"Not just yet." Whitley, however, doesn't like it.
"They'll find us in no time like this, Captain!"
"They'll probably find us in no time anyway, Whitley." Jaune's calm demeanor agitates Whitley before Jaune turns to Cinder. "Lieutenant, anything unusual up there?"
"Still just fishing boats. The weather's gotten bad." As Jaune ponders it, Whitley looks back and forth before moving away.
The view then goes to the 'Orlando' before the Conn comes into view, with Clover speaking as he comes into view, his new XO Yatsuhashi Daichi with him at the map table.
"The intruder is probably coming from Norfolk, so naturally her Captain will assume we'll concentrate our efforts to the North. But, her Captain is undoubtedly a cunning man, so we should do the opposite and deploy southerly. XO, come to 1-7-6, ahead full." Promptly and crisply, Yatsuhashi replies.
"Aye, sir." Moving away from the map table, Yatsuhashi goes on. "Course 1-7-6. Ahead full." The view goes back to 'Stingray' before Jaune comes into view.
"Picking up anything, 'Sonar'?" As the view goes to 'Sonar', he listens before responding.
"Nothing much, sir. Bronzewing's eating an Oreo up in the Galley. Winchester's taking a leak."
The blunt reply gets most in the audience to smirk softly while others…
"That is most undignified." Jacques' comment is nodded at by Cinder's EAF and some of the more prominent citizens of Atlas. Ruby, however, kinks her head to the side.
"What's an Oreo, Racer?"
"A sandwiched cookie, young Rose." Ruby's silver eyes go wide as 'Racer' goes on. "Basically two wafers with cream sandwiched in between them."
"In the ocean, I mean."
"Oh, just a couple of biologics, sir. Like to listen or…" As 'Sonar' starts removing his headset, Jaune waves it off.
"No, no. I'll pass on that. Thanks." Noticing the rack of cassettes, Jaune asks, "What are these tapes you got here?" Looking where Jaune's eyes are, 'Sonar' lightly perks up.
"Oh… those… those are whales, sir. I tape 'em, try to learn their language a little bit. You know? Just basic chit-chat and so on. I do their hailing call against the hull. Sometimes they actually answer back." A wistful look appears on his face as he adds, "Had a nice young couple alongside two or three hours ago." Jaune smiles softly at that before speaking himself.
"Well, if you happen to hear them talking about the new nuclear attack sub in town, be sure to let me know. Okay?"
"Aye-aye, sir."
The view goes back to 'Orlando', with Flynt standing behind one of the sonar stations before he speaks.
"Conn, Sonar. Got a noise level bearing 3-4-6 that may be a contact, sir. But it's pretty shallow to be a sub." With the last words, Clover comes into view, listening intently before turning to Bolin Hori, the DO, at his right.
"Make normal 1/3rd turns, starboard to 3-4-6." As Bolin issues the directive, Clover looks back toward Flynt. "Let's try and get a definitive classification." The view then goes to Jaune before he speaks.
"Secure the engines. Periscope depth. Answer bells on batteries." As the crew move to follow orders, Jaune adds, "Wanna hear if anybody's out there."
"Aye, sir." Whitley picks up the PA mike before speaking. "Kill the engines." The view then goes to Qrow and Cardin before the former goes to the engine control and moves the handle to 'STOP'. As the engines stop, the view goes back to 'Orlando' before Flynt speaks again.
"Conn, Sonar. Captain, we've lost the contact." Considering it, Clover nods and issues his order.
"Continue course and speed."
"Aye, sir. Continue course and speed." As Bolin speaks, Yatsuhashi steps toward Clover.
"Sonar originally classified this contact as a possible submarine. But they think it might've been a diesel engine."
"Well, if it's a diesel contact, then it's not a sub."
Clover facepalms slightly.
"Aye, sir." As Yatsuhashi steps away, Clover speaks again.
"Wait… wait, wait." When Yatsuhashi turns around, he goes on. "Better check it out, just to be sure. Bring me to single ping range." Realizing what that means, Yatsuhashi steps toward Clover.
"But that could give away our position."
"Minimal risk with this contact. May I have single ping range, please?"
The view goes to the sonar panel on 'Stingray' before an audible ping is heard.
"Ahh! Jeez!" His eyes wide at the noise, 'Sonar' goes on, with Jaune, Cinder and Whitley coming into view. "Just been pinged big time, sir. Bearing 0-3-0." Jaune can only sigh at that.
"Well, that didn't take long. This could be the shortest command stint in history." Whitley goes to behind Jaune, slightly ranting.
"I knew we shouldn't have come in from the south. Dammit!" Winchester then comes into view, snide look on his face.
"Yeah, nice tactics, Captain Custer. Not like I give a damn. We should be home in a couple of hours." As 'Sonar' comes into view, his face is thoughtful before he speaks again.
"It's the 'Orlando', sir. No question. I know her machinery signature. Judging by that ping, she's about 12,000 yards off. And closing." Jaune smiles faintly at that.
"The 'Orlando'. Clover Ebi." Whitley then goes to Jaune's side.
"We might still have time to go deep and run, sir."
"We might, but I doubt it. Fall, prepare to surface."
"Surface? What for?" At Jaune looking back at her for her questioning, PA mike in hand, she adds, "I mean, aye, sir." Whitley, however…
"Sir, respectfully, I can't concur with your decision to surrender this quickly."
"I'm proud of you, Whitley." Pressing the mike's button, he goes on. "Engine room, run on top. One screw only." Releasing the button, he adds, "Rig for red." Pressing it again, he says, "And Branwen, send somebody forward with a drop light and a roll of duct tape. Okay?" Releasing the button and putting the mike down, he soon hears Qrow's own query.
"What is this? A scavenger hunt?"
Qrow can't help but chortle, Raven right behind. Knowing full well that he'd be like that. Winter, however, is intrigued at what Jaune has in mind before glancing over at him. Bleiss noticing and smirking widely.
"My 'Darling' undoubtedly has a cunning plan, big sister." Winter can only sigh at that.
'I don't think I'll be able to come to terms with that no matter how long I live.'
Looking toward the helm, Jaune then smiles.
"Mr. Wukong, you look like you could use some fresh air." Sun looks back and sees Jaune's smile.
"Umm… no."
Back on the 'Orlando', the sonar screen appears before Flynt's voice is heard.
"Conn, Sonar. We have a contact steady at 5,000 yards." Clover turns toward the periscopes while addressing Yatsuhashi.
"Come to periscope depth."
"Make your depth 6-4 feet. Ahead 2/3rd."
The view goes back to the 'Stingray', with lightning flashing above it before Jaune and Sun, dressed in rain gear, emerge from the tower.
"Sun!"
"Yes, sir!"
"I want you to climb the periscope and put that lamp up on top of it!"
"You want me to climb all the way up there, sir?!"
"Yes! Look, I need an athlete and you're the only one I got! So get going!"
Unsure about the plan he's unaware of, Sun starts making his way up the ladder. Once he gets to where he needs to be, he puts the roll of tape onto a post before losing his footing.
"Ah! Oh shit! Ahh!"
"Hang on, Sun! You're not getting out of it that easy! Now get your butt up there!"
Bleiss' face takes on a sultry gaze before she looks back at Jaune.
"Mmm… 'Darling'. So commanding. It makes me just want to…" Jaune feels her shivering in delight and goes beet red as Bleiss giggles.
Sun manages to get himself back into place, but comments.
"Damn. I never saw this shit on the recruiting poster."
"Alright! Lash the lamp to the scope!"
"Okay, okay!" As he wraps the tape around the lamp and scope, the view goes back to Yatsuhashi.
"Passing 9-0 feet."
As Clover comes into view, he turns the ring above the scope, enabling the scope to rise just before Sun comes back into view. As he finishes his work, he calls out before slightly singing.
"Got it, sir! *Be all that you can be*!"
"That's the Army song, Wukong!" Looking down the hatch, he yells out, "Raise the scope!" The scope, drop light taped into place, comes into view before it elevates. The view then goes back inside, with Jaune coming down the ladder before handing the plug to 'Sonar'. "'Sonar', plug that in!"
"Yes, sir!" As 'Sonar' does so, Jaune goes on.
"Running lights on now!" Whitley can't help but be incredulous.
"Running lights?!"
"Turn them on!" Going to the squawk, he calls out, "All hands, we are not running silent! Now listen up!"
The view then goes back to Clover as he brings down scope's viewer handles and peers into the eyepiece before the view goes back to the scope on the 'Stingray' before the drop light turns on. Clover comes back into view as he turns around, his right eye against the eyepiece before he sees five bright lights.
"What is that?" The choppy waves make things hard for him to determine before he goes on. "Looks like nothing but a fishing trawler."
He then recedes away from the scope and sighs in disappointment before Jaune and some of the crew come into view, singing 'Louie, Louie' off-key.
Some of the audience can't help but laugh at the plan. Tyrian's own laughter being uproarious. Pyrrha, however, beams with pride as she giggles. Bleiss, however, repeatedly kisses Jaune on his cheeks.
On the 'Orlando', Flynt hears the singing, slight frown on his face before the crew on the 'Stingray' comes back into view, singing. Cinder plugging her ears as she sings along. Whitley, however, is not singing.
"Honestly, Whitley, singing along won't kill you." Weiss' soft chiding gets Whitley to shyly chuckle and Bleiss to nod in agreement with Weiss.
"I've… never sung before."
"Never, little brother?" Bleiss' query gets a nod from Whitley before she sighs and looks over at Weiss. "Looks like we've something to work on with him, twin."
"It certainly does, twin." From his seat, Jacques can only blink at how well Weiss' taking the whole thing before remembering.
'Of course she'd take it well! "Bleiss" is her imaginary twin sister after all!'
Back on the 'Orlando', Flynt steps away from the sonar panel before speaking up.
"Captain…" When Clover looks back at him, he adds, "Listen to this."
One of the sonar operators turn on the acoustic speaker, allowing the rest of the people in the Conn to hear the off-key singing. The view briefly goes back to the 'Stingray' and its off-key singers before Clover comes back into view.
"Perfect. We just chased down a boatload of beered-up fishermen." The helmsmen are slightly amused and lightly laugh. Sighing, Clover speaks again. "Officers of the deck, come to North at full speed. Set your depth at 200 feet."
Putting the viewer's handles into place at the last word just before the singing crew 'Stingray' comes into view. With 'Sonar' listening intently before he calls out.
"Contact is breaking off, sir! Leaving the area fast and noisy!" Awed at the plan's success, he adds, "I… I think we did it, sir." Jaune and the crew that were singing cheer at that before Jaune looks to Whitley, speaking throughout.
"Well done. Mr. Schnee, let's go to Charleston Harbor and blow something up." The crew cheers again before Whitley speaks up.
"Now we're talking, sir." However, 'Sonar' has a concerned expression on his face before he weighs in on the topic.
"Are we really going to blow… something up, sir?"
"No, no, 'Sonar'. We'll just use flares." The words from Jaune reassure 'Sonar' drastically.
The view then goes to Watts and Ironwood, both men wearing civilian suits, at an outdoor restaurant before Watts speaks.
"The storm's passed. Not a word on Arc. It seems he doesn't want to come anywhere near the engagement area."
"Well, that's too bad for me. Is that why you invited me down here to Charleston? To gloat that he didn't show up?"
"No, sir. Not at all. Arc was simply outclassed. I've never lost a war game and I'm not about to start right now. I'm in line for a third star."
"Oh my… I'll no longer outrank you. What a horrifying thought."
"The very thought of Arthur wearing a High Officer's rank at all is horrifying itself." Ironwood's words get Watts to grit his teeth in irritation. Bleiss, however, looks Jaune over and smirks.
"I think you'd look pretty damn good wearing three stars, Darling." Ironwood looks over and nods in agreement.
"Yes, Mr. Arc. You'd make an excellent Officer." Jaune sheepishly chuckles as Bleiss pecks him on the cheek once more. Winter looks over as well and her eyes narrow before she looks at Weiss. With Weiss noticing.
"Tell me, Weiss, why did you let Mr. Arc slip through your fingers? He seems he'd have been a fine catch for you." Relishing Jaune's blush, Weiss can only blush in shame before sighing.
"You know why, Winter." Winter nods in agreement and 'Bleiss' frowns, 'remembering' the reason. She then glares at Jacques, who's aghast at the very idea that Jaune would've been an ideal suitor.
Watts gives Ironwood a snide look before he looks aside and sees a red light descending.
"Oh, boy… look at the fireworks."
"No, I believe that's a flare." Ironwood has a wide smile on his face before Watts speaks again.
"It… It can't be." Going to an observation point as Ironwood laughs and follows behind, Watts peers into it and sees the 'Stingray' just before Jaune and some of the crew put a 'Jolly Roger' flag on the tower before cheering.
"Chalk one up for the diesel navy. He got Charleston. One down, one to go."
"Dammit to Hell!"
"War game record's looking a little shaky. Not to mention that third star." Grimacing at the implication he can possibly lose, Watts speaks again.
"I don't know how he pulled this stunt off, but I guarantee you one thing, sir. There will not be a repeat of this embarrassment. Because I will have his tattooed hide nailed to my office door."
Bleiss looks aside at Watts, smirks and rolls her eyes.
"You're a real weirdo, Watts. You do know that, right?" Watts lightly scoffs at Bleiss' comment.
"This coming from an 'imaginary' twin sister?" Weiss lightly giggles at Watts' query, agreeing with Bleiss' comment.
"She does have a point. Remember what your other said to the selection committee? About where Jaune reportedly has a tattoo?" Watts looks back at Weiss before his eyes go wide and his face pales. "It seems you do."
"That… That… I… I… meant… meant…" Watts' stumbling gets Jacques to slightly chortle before weighing in himself.
"I never thought I'd see you so tongue-tied or lost for words, Arthur." Watts grimaces before Salem softly chortles before speaking herself.
"It is an extremely rare occurrence." Tyrian nods in agreement, wide smile of psychotic mirth on his face.
The scene goes to a sunrise before going to the helm of 'Stingray'. Particularly of a picture of a black BMW 850i coupe above Sun's station before Neptune points at it.
"What is this doing here?" Sun comes into view before he looks up at it and responds.
"Oh, this? It's to remind me of what I'm going to be driving next year instead of this." Neptune can only be incredulous.
"How do you figure that?" Seating himself at his station, he waits for Sun to respond.
"I got four months to go on my Navy hitch, I spend a couple months in a CBA until some NBA team needs a point-guard. Then I pick up my ride." Neptune can only smirk at that.
"Another fantasy from the league leader, huh?"
"Fantasy? At least I can say I played in front of 19,000 people. I mean, what have you done besides go to therapy?"
"More than you know, buddy. Including being driven around in your dream car."
"Yeah… The only thing you've been driven around in is a paddy wagon."
"Ha! Big Johnny, a guy I'm in therapy with, had one. His boys grabbed and tied me up, threw me in the trunk, stripped me naked and tossed me into a 3 foot deep lake. Nice car. Even the trunk had cut pile carpeting." Sun can only sneeze at that, covering a soft 'bullshit'. Neptune can't help but grimace. "That is so nasty."
"Sorry… dusty in here." Jaune then enters the scene, mug of coffee in hand, before Perry, the radio operator, speaks up.
"Admiral Watts on the radio for you, sir."
"Thank you." On the floor, 'Nitro' is fiddling with the wires before Perry finishes and 'Nitro' speaks.
"Patching you through now, sir."
"Radio's working like a Swiss… car." Jaune picks up the handset and accepts the call.
"Arc here." Listening intently, with Whitley and Cinder in the background, he goes on. "Stairway to Heaven. Led Zeppelin, 1971, right? Okay! Hey! Good news, guys! We just won the Billy Joel tickets and WROK t-shirts." Jaune softly chortles, with 'Nitro' coming into view, grinning widely, before Jaune comes back into view.
"Somehow, I get the feeling it wasn't Arthur that Mr. Arc was just speaking to." Ironwood's comment gets 'Racer' to nod, eliciting smirks from most while Watts stews in irritation.
"'Nitro', you wanna get me Admiral Watts now?"
Cinder bursts out into laughter, clutching her midriff as she folds herself in mirth. She's barely able to speak.
"Does… he… have… to?!" She then lets out another peal of laughter, with tears of mirth emerging. Rhodes' rumbling chuckles at her mirth cause her to fall to the floor in laughter. Ruby, however, blinks.
"Is it just me… or does she really not like that guy? At all?" Hazel responds as 'Racer' pauses the movie as Cinder expends her mirth.
"It's not just you, little Ruby. Of course… I can't really blame her." Five minutes later, Cinder's calmed down enough to where she can sit, yet has a wide smirk of mirth on her face before 'Racer' resumes.
"Okay."
At that, 'Nitro' clambers back under the panel and grabs the wires before trying to bring them together. Only to find insufficient slack before electing to use himself as a conduit, with sparks flying as he does so.
"Oh, that's a little tickle! Hhmmm! Go ahead, sir, go ahead. Try it now."
"Hello, Admiral Watts. Call to congratulate me?" Watts, in his office, appears before he speaks.
"I'd say the weather was the determining factor. Wouldn't you?" Jaune comes back into view for his reply.
"All part of my strategy, sir."
"Uh-huh." Watts then comes back into view before he speaks again. "Look, Arc, for the rest of this exercise, there's been a reconfiguration." Jaune comes back into view.
"Shoot."
"Your new orders are to operate only in Sections 3A and 3B." The scene then goes back to Watts as he goes on. "And, as usual, you will surrender upon confirmation of a shooting solution." The scene goes back to show an annoyed Jaune.
"But that cuts the containment area in half, sir. Does Admiral Ironwood know about this?" Watts comes back into view before he replies.
"Admiral Ironwood is not administering this war game." Jaune comes back into view as Watts goes on. "You have your orders, Captain." The scene goes back to Watts before he asks, "Do you read me?" Jaune comes back into view, grimace on his face.
"Loud and clear." Watts comes back into view, a smug look on his face.
"Good. And, Arc? Remember. It's just a game." The scene goes back to Jaune before back to Watts as the call ends.
"Something for you to keep in mind yourself, Doctor." The words from 'Racer' get Watts to roll his eyes.
"I understand. But I'm counting on that version of the lad to do as I say as I'm of a higher rank than he." Ironwood can only facepalm at the sheer arrogance before remembering earlier in the film and smirking widely. Watts noticing. "What're you smirking about, General?"
"You'll see in due time, Arthur."
The scene then goes to the Galley, with Bronzewing smoking a cigar and dropping the ashes into a pot while drying a plate as Whitley comes down the ladder behind him before yelling.
"Bronzewing!" Slightly startled, but able to set the plate down onto the other plates, Bronzewing looks back and sees Whitley in the Galley with him as the XO goes on. "There was a fingernail in my food, you fat-ass moron! Yesterday, it was a Band-Aid!"
"Sorry, sir. The Band-Aid was holding the fingernail on." Bronzewing's reply only irritates Whitley before he pushes Bronzewing aside to inspect the contents of the pantry.
"What else do you put in your sauces, Bronzewing?!"
"It's an old family recipe, sir. It's a secret." Picking up a can of nonstick coating, Bronzewing sprays the ladder and floor before receding as he sprays as Whitley goes on.
"Oh my… there's cockroaches in the flour! There're cigar ashes in the spaghetti!" Bronzewing finishes spraying as Whitley cries out, bringing out a large canister. "Criminy, Bronzewing! This stuff's been on the 'Stingray' since Korea! This can expired in 1966!"
Curious, Bronzewing dips his fingers in to bring out a small sample for tasting.
"What's the matter, sir? It still tastes like creamed corn."
"Except, it's deviled ham!" Whitley slams the can down onto the counter before Bronzewing speaks again.
"Well… that'd be a problem."
Adam and Blake both grimace at the thought of eating expired food, with the latter wondering…
"The Captain's going to hear about this!" With that, Whitley stomps past Bronzewing, only to slip and fall onto his back. Grunting as he comes back up, he doesn't see Bronzewing grinning smugly before schooling has face as Whitley turns around. "Nobody saw that." Bronzewing nods his agreement before speaking up.
"You should be more careful, sir. Remember. When you rush, that's when accidents happen."
"Shut up, Bronzewing!" Clutching the ladder, Whitley steps onto it, only to slip back down, his chin meeting with each step before he falls back to the flooring, semi-conscious. Bronzewing's smug smile returns before he puts his cigar back into his mouth and turns back to what he was doing.
Whitley can't help but grimace as he rubs his chin and lower jaw.
"I'm guessing my other's personality is quite… horrid to the crew."
"It would seem so, Whitley. Quite disappointing." Whitley grimaces slightly at Winter's words.
At his position, 'Sonar' hears the sonar pings and looks startled.
"Uh-oh." Removing his headset, he scrambles up out of his seat and, passing an at-work 'Nitro', goes to the Captain's Mess and right to an eating Jaune. "Excuse me, sir, but I'm picking up a whole lot of stuff." At those words, Jaune gets up and follows 'Sonar' into the Control Room before speaking.
"Up periscope." As the periscope viewer pops up from the flooring, Jaune brings down the handles and peers into it. "Oh my… they got three destroyers and a frigate up there."
"Active pinging, sir. From aircraft sonar buoys." Jaune looks back at 'Sonar' and then back to the viewer before a four-prop Orion P-3 sub-hunting plane comes into view. Slamming the handles back into place, he speaks again.
"Down periscope." As the periscope goes back down, he goes on. "Emergency deep." Crossing to the PA, he picks up the mike. "Rig for silent running. Battle stations."
As the 'dive' alert blares, in the Crew Mess, Winchester gets up and heads for the control room just as Whitley comes up the ladder and elbow checks him before Cinder can be heard.
"… negative. All ahead full. All planes on full dive. Blow negative to the mark." She then comes into view as she adds, "Passing 100." Winchester, however, goes right to 'Sonar'.
"What's going on? Any way I can cause a problem?"
"No… we're pretty well covered for now."
"Shit." Cinder calls out the depth, only for Jaune to join her just as she does.
"Passing 120."
"Let the air out of this thing, Fall. We gotta get below that P-3 sonar."
"20 degrees, down bubble."
"Aye, ma'am." As the sub dives down, Jaune speaks again.
"Take her all the way down to the bottom." Cinder looks over at him at that.
"To the bottom, sir?"
"Yeah, it confuses their sonar. They can't distinguish between us and the ocean floor." Cinder can't help but feel nervous at that.
"I'm feeling very nervous myself. But I'm also feeling quite confident." Cinder has a smirk on her lips, eager to see how her other does.
As the 'Stingray' continues its deep dive to the ocean floor, Sun and Neptune keep careful watch on their instruments, with Cinder calling out.
"Passing 300 feet."
"Approaching the bottom, sir." The words from 'Sonar' get their attention as he goes on. "I can hear a couple of lobsters duking it out." Jaune can only shake his head in amusement as Cinder calls out again.
"2 degrees down bubble… no. 1 and a half degrees down bubble." Jaune notes her uncertainty before looking her way.
"Everything in hand, Fall?"
"Yes, sir. Just didn't do much bottoming on the simulator."
"Nothing to it. Piece of cake."
"Yeah… without that much kind of practice, it'd justify being nervous. As for it being a piece of cake… I dunno." Cinder's words get a nod of agreement from Rhodes as he ruffles her hair.
"Your other's got this, Cinder."
"1 degree down bubble. No. Yes." As the 'Stingray' approaches the floor, 'Sonar' calls out.
"Approximately 10 feet to bottom, sir." Cinder's face takes on a horrified look before she calls out.
"All stop! Half degree down bubble!" Just as Whitley regains his footing, the 'Stingray' meets the ocean floor. The impact knocks Cinder down, Whitley back off his feet and jars everyone else.
On the 'Orlando', Flynt is monitoring with the sonar crew when he hears the impact.
"Conn, Sonar! Hot noise in the water!"
The view goes back to the outside of the 'Stingray' before Jaune and the crew comes into view. Just as quickly though, the view goes back to the Conn for the 'Orlando' as Clover steps forward.
"What did it sound like?"
"It was loud, sir. Two heavy bangs."
Back on the 'Stingray', as 'Nitro' is regaining his bearings, Winchester speaks again.
"Nice job, Fall. Like dropping a piano. Hey, why don't you do it again in case they didn't hear you the first time?" Cinder can only look abashed at the critique before Jaune speaks up.
"It's alright." Reaching down to give Cinder a hand up, which she accepts, Jaune goes on. "Everybody, back to stations. Begin damage check." Going back to the PA, he adds, "All hands, we are now going silent. Repeat, full silent." Whitley finally gets back up enough to prop himself against the bulkhead while sitting.
Outside, the 'Orlando' comes into view before Flynt and Clover, with Flynt speaking.
"P-3s report a possible submarine in the same area. Approximately 9,000 yards. Shall I go after it?"
"Passive sonar only. Let's not give away our position." The scene goes back to the control room of the 'Stingray', with the crew sitting as quietly as possible. Jaune, however, goes to Cinder's side before speaking softly.
"Chin up, Fall. It wasn't your fault." With that, he steps away. His words of reassurance, however, don't reassure her.
The 'Orlando' then comes to a stop above the 'Stingray' before Flynt, Clover and one of the sonar operators come into view.
"See approximately where the last sonar buoy contact, sir. We don't hear anything, but they may be playing possum."
Another crewmember of the 'Orlando' quietly goes to the onboard commissary and softly speaks.
"Give me a pack of gum. Fruit Stripe." The clerk reaches back and plucks one pack out of the box before replying.
"It's 25. Chew it silently." The crewmember lightly scoffs before digging into his pocket and bringing his hand back out. However, three other coins come out and fall to the floor panel.
On the 'Stingray', 'Sonar' hears it and jolts from the sound before looking to Jaune and speaking softly.
"Sir, it's the 'Orlando'. Someone just dropped 45 cents."
"You sure?"
"Oh yeah. A quarter and two dimes."
Jacques interest can't help but be peaked.
"So… cents and dollars are a form of currency?"
"Yep. Of course, they're not the only type of currency on that world." Jacques can't help but frown.
"That seems… highly inefficient. Why not simply pick one monetary system and be done with it?"
"That's not how the governments of Earth work. Every single one of them have different histories and valuation systems." Jacques mulls it over while Adam still marvels at his other's hearing. His eyes practically have stars in them, which greatly amuses Blake. He notices her amusement and slightly blushes.
Back on the 'Orlando', Flynt and Clover keep watching the sonar screen, looking for any sign of their quarry. Back on the 'Stingray', the crew's still being silent, with 'Nitro' pressing his finger against his forehead like Winchester had, only to still not understand what it's about. In the Galley, Bronzewing is eating before a panicked look crosses his face and then…
BBBBRRRRTTTT
At that, RWBY, Bleiss, JNPR, CFVY, the other teams and the faculty of Beacon look over at CRDL before glaring. Specifically at Dove. Before bellowing in outrage.
"THAT WAS YOU?!" Dove has the grace to look extremely sheepish before Winter, wanting some context, chimes in.
"What… Weiss… what exactly happened?" Weiss grits her teeth in irritation before replying.
"What exactly happened, Winter, was the night after our Initiation, and we'd been assigned our dorms, we heard a thunderous sound. Followed by smelling a horrible stench. We wound up having to sleep with the window open so we wouldn't suffocate. I'd imagine Bleiss and the other teams did the same thing."
Bleiss nods in agreement. Even though she wasn't exactly in the room, she was deep within Weiss' mind.
"Ah." Looking over at Dove with a glare of her own, she adds, "I strongly suggest you find some form of countermeasure against such a thing occurring again, Mr. Bronzewing." An abashed Dove nods his agreement.
At his station, 'Sonar' shudders. On the 'Orlando', Flynt grasps his headset before Jaune comes back into view. An annoyed look appears on his face before Cinder comes into view, looking around before the view goes back to Clover and Flynt.
"Hear something?"
"Yeah… almost sounded like… an explosion."
On the 'Stingray', a sheepish Bronzewing appears in the hatch before shyly waving. Jaune extends his arms out, sideways, as if asking, 'really?'. Bronzewing then recedes before the nose of 'Sonar' twitches and Cinder's face takes on a horrified look. Winchester, however…
"Oh… man…"
Getting up, with a still-seated Whitley grimacing in disgust, he exits the Control Room, passing Bronzewing before going to his bunk and covering his nose with his mattress. The Orlando comes back into view, with Yatsuhashi monitoring with the sonar operators.
The glares to Dove intensify before Blake speaks up.
"Just… what in the world did you eat that night anyway, Bronzewing? Whatever it was, it must've been expired. Much like that can of deviled ham your other sampled."
"And to think it expired in '1966', Blake." Adam's words get a shudder of agreement from Blake before he adds, "Your other's lucky he didn't get food poisoning, Bronzewing."
"Yup. Very lucky."
At Blake's words, Ilia looks between Blake and Adam before looking over at Sienna, only to get a shrug from the High Leader. Giving a shrug back, Ilia lightly smirks, with Sienna echoing it.
The sonar crew of 'Orlando' comes back into view before Yatsuhashi does. Clover and Flynt then come into view before Clover speaks.
"Anything else?"
"Not yet."
Back on 'Stingray', Jaune's trying to breathe while trying to avoid inhaling through his nose. Only to inhale and gag from the stench. Covering his mouth and nostrils. 'Nitro' is rubbing his eyes as if they're burning. Sun, however, is stuffing cotton balls up his nostrils as a makeshift filter before covering his mouth with a gauze pad. Whitley's eyes are rolling up before he, feeling nauseous and covering his mouth, starts tilting over and Sun comes back into view and moving the gauze away from his mouth to speak quietly.
"Somebody needs to sew his ass shut." He then covers his mouth back up before Jaune indicates 'silence'.
Dove cringes in fear before he looks around and nervously gulps at seeing the malevolent gleams of intrigue in the eyes of the Beacon teams and faculty.
"You know, that does sound like a very good idea." Coco's words get a nervous smile from Dove before Racer replies.
"Not here, please, Ms. Adel." The words from 'Racer' get Coco to nod in 'reluctant' agreement.
"Okay."
Looking around, Jaune notes the tapes that 'Sonar' told him about and another plan strikes him. Getting 'Sonar' to look at him, Jaune starts gesturing. Only for 'Nitro' to notice and, thinking Jaune's doing charades to pass the time, start getting in on it. It gets so confusing that Jaune signals 'STOP' and 'Nitro' sits back down before Jaune mouths while pointing at the tapes.
'Whale songs.' Understanding what Jaune's getting at, 'Sonar' nods, getting a relieved expression from Jaune before removing his headset and getting up from his station.
Eager to see and hear what his other does, Adam leans forward, causing Blake to crack a soft smirk.
As he steps along, he emits a high-pitched sound before changing the volume, tone and type.
Adam, aghast, recoils and grimaces before lightly rubbing his throat.
On the 'Orlando', Clover puts on a headset and hears what Flynt and the sonar operators are hearing.
"Is it a biologic?" Clover's query gets an unsure reply from Flynt.
"Sounds like a whale."
Back on the 'Stingray', 'Sonar' is making his way to where Cinder is, still emitting the sounds before the scene goes back to the 'Orlando'.
"Must be a whale. It's moving around." The scene goes back to the 'Stingray' before 'Sonar' quickly steps aside and emits a quick series of clicks before going back to where Cinder is and emits another high-pitch, which gets her to wince. Whitley, however, rolls his eyes at how silly 'Sonar' looks.
"Adam, I wish to formally apologize for what my other's thinking. The plan that Mr. Arc devised on the fly is nothing short of brilliant."
"Thank you, Whitley. Though…" Adam's trail-off as he rubs his throat gets Blake's attention before Watts scoffs.
"All that technology and they don't use video observation systems on their submerged vehicles?"
"No, Dr., they don't. Sonar's been a mainstay of maritime transit ever since it was developed. Perhaps someday video observation will step in… but for now…"
"Adam, what is it?"
"Somehow, Blake, I don't think I could ever do that."
"Worried it makes you look silly?"
"That and…" Rubbing his throat again, he adds, "It'd be murder on the vocal cords." Blake nods while softly giggling. Adam notices before smirking in slight amusement himself.
On the 'Orlando', Flynt takes on a puzzled appearance before speaking again.
"Now it sounds like there's two of them."
Back on the 'Stingray', 'Sonar' is giving his best possible performance still as he moves around the Control Room. As he does so, Dove and Winchester both look to each other in bemusement. Back on the 'Orlando', Clover removes the headset he was wearing and moves away.
"Heck with it. False alarm. Back to pericope depth. Ahead full." Flynt, however, is still listening, as if something wasn't quite adding up.
The view goes back to outside the submerged 'Orlando' above the 'Stingray' before the 'Orlando' moves away. Back inside the 'Stingray', 'Sonar' goes back to his station and puts his headset back on before, with a slight hitch in his voice, speaking.
"Well…" Clearing his throat, he goes on. "The 'Orlando', sir, 300 yards and opening." Jaune nods at the words before speaking up himself.
"Okay. Somebody find Bronzewing and launch him out of a torpedo tube."
Yang and Ruby both burst out cackling at that, with Weiss and Blake nodding in agreement. Bleiss, JNPR, CFVY and the Beacon faculty nodding as well. CRL, however, look at the D of their team and wince in sympathy.
"Uh-oh." Dove makes himself scarce as Winchester smirks and Jaune speaks again.
"XO, let's get this 'Boat' moving. Course 0-2-7 and vent this smoke." Realizing what it means, Whitley speaks up.
"Sir, that's out of the quadrant."
"Yes, it is." Not liking where it's going, Whitley goes on.
"Captain, I must protest. We have direct orders from Admiral Watts to stay in this containment area."
"I know my orders, XO. Course 0-2-7. When we're clear, surface and run on full." With that, he steps away, with Whitley watching him walk away, a calculating look on his face as Jaune makes his way to a casually-lounging within the hatchway Winchester. "Mr. Winchester. You missed an opportunity there. One noise from you and we could've been in a world of trouble." Winchester, however, smirks lightly.
"No. That would've been unethical, sir. I'm only out to screw myself. That would've screwed everybody." With those words, Winchester steps away, leaving a thoughtful Jaune to muse about the 'rebel' within his command.
"So… I have form of ethics… but yet… why'd my other join the Navy?"
"It's like your other said earlier, Cardin. Admiral Ironwood and your Father thought you could use some shaping up." Checking the time, 'Racer' nods. "Time for another break, folks."