Disclaimer: You all know the drill... I don't own Pokémon, 1984, or any of the other franchises. I do own, Rachel LeMedec and Lawrence LeMedec IV.
Note: This chapter is very submarine heavy. If you haven't already noticed, this fic is going to be very submarine heavy. There will also be some not so submarine heavy parts. But the opening is submarine heavy.
Chapter 3: USS Shamouti
"Captain we are experiencing some real fucked up communications! I think that last torpedo royally fucked our sonar dome," Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Aaron Jacobson shouted to the Captain. Everyone on board the sub was suffering from temporary hearing problems due mainly to the fact that their charge, the HMCS Pierre Trudeau, had been blasted out of the water by a well placed torpedo a half-hour ago. "Could you repeat that? I can't hear you!" the Captain shouted.
"I said, the sonar dome is fucked!" the Lieutenant Jacobson shouted.
"You had sex with who!?!" the Captain shouted at Jacobson.
"No," Jacobson put his mouth beside the Captain's ear, "the sonar dome got fucked up"
"Oh, don't swear, you're setting a bad example"
"Aye sir," with that Lieutenant Jacobson returned to his post, which due to the fact that the sonar dome at the front of the ship was fried, was now useless. Well except for the 'piddly-ass' (as he described them) lateral hydrophones (though in all actuality the hydrophones could detect a pin falling in the water from a mile away; and they were connected to a computer the size of a pocket calculator that was as powerful as a Cray-2).
The Captain stood and walked to the wardroom. As the Captain entered the wardroom the assembled officers attempted to stand at attention. Though trying to stand in the wardroom was impossible when the bench seats were folded down. "Chief Engineer, I need a damage report! Communications have we received our new orders yet?" The Captain demanded.
"Captain," the Communications Officer said, "we have received our orders. We are to follow Alpha-One; our computers identify it as the V.K. Konovalov; further orders will come depending on our feedback to headquarters"
"Captain, repair parties indicates that torpedo tubes six and ten are inoperable. And the port torpedo loader will not load tube eight; tubes one through five, seven and nine are fully functional. The starboard steam turbine is dead, but the port primary and auxiliary and starboard auxiliary still function. The fire in the forward galley has destroyed the galley. The sonar dome has been damaged if we can get the mini-sub out of its hangar then we can repair the sonar dome. Speaking of the mini-sub the hangar doors have been jammed. Other than that the ship is fine. We should be underway within six hours," the Chief Engineer said.
"Thank you Misters Scott and Ramirez. Weapons," the Captain asked, "how many torpedoes do we have left"
"Captain we have ten atomic torpedoes out of our twenty at dry-dock. We have thirty high-explosive torpedoes out of our fifty at dry-dock. Finally, we still have all six thermonuclear torpedoes remaining," the Chief Tactical Officer reported.
"Thank you Mister McMullen," the Captain responded.
"Captain LeMedec," the Chief of Operations asked, "is not your brother the captain of the V.K. Konovalov?"
"Yes, he his," the Captain responded.
"What will you do if we are ordered to destroy the Konovalov?" the Chief Engineer asked.
"Then I will destroy her, and my brother," the Captain responded, glaring at the officers as her fist slammed into the table, "are there any more issues"
"Yes, Captain…"
Several hours later the meeting ended, and the Captain walked from the wardroom and to the bridge, "Mister Corvallis! What is the status of the ship!" "All repairs are complete; all hatches and openings are closed; and we are ready to get underway," Commander Corvallis returned. "Lieutenant Commander Smythe, sound dive alarm and sonar locate the Konovalov!" The Captain ordered.
"Conn, sonar we have detected the Konovalov, they are heading two-five-zero mark six," the Sonar Chief reported.
"Helm, come around to two-five-zero mark six, and stay in Konovalov's baffles. If it is pertinent you many find me in my cabin.
With that the Captain stood and walked to her cabin. Once inside, she sat at her table in the corner and pulled out her log recorder, "Captain's personal log; Thursday, August Thirty-First, Two Thousand Eighty-Four; Captain Rachel LeMedec recording. I have been informed that I must hunt down my brother. My father would be crushed if he heard. Well all's fair in love and war, eh? And, I have a duty to protect my fleet and to protect Lugia. End recording."
(¶: Well this is a pretty interesting chapter n'est pas? We've found the following out that Lawrence III's daughter is named Rachel. She's the Captain of a submarine opposing her brother. And that she's being sent to follow (and possibly) kill her brother. We've also found out that Lawrence III's last name is LeMedec.
And here's a bonus question, who is Aimé LeMedec? If you get the right answer than I'll give you a cameo in my story.)