HMS Plym [Nuclear Warning]
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A/N: Inspiration stuck so I wrote. Am not entirely happy with the result, mostly because I had to leave some things vague due to having insufficient familiarity with RN command structure to know who'd be in charge of a small but still important base.
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Another day, another summoning and as always everyone present was hoping but not really expecting that this would be the one that broke the "curse" the base had and got them something bigger than a frigate.
The first sign they had that things weren't going to go as usual was when the vanishing of the summoning materials was swiftly followed by a voice speaking up from the summoning pool.
"What the hell?"
The girl who'd spoken was (yet another) frigate and looked even more bewildered than new summons usually did. Noticing the officer looking at her she blushed before hastily saluting.
"Apology for my outburst sir. I was taken by surprise and forget myself for a moment since the last I remember I was at sea. HMS Plym at your service."
As soon as she identified herself a number of those present visibly stiffened, their faces paling as a sharper and more immediate version of the dread that some of them had felt every time there had been an Abyssal attack before the nearby power station had been decommissioned settled in their stomachs. The senior officer present found his tongue first.
"HMS Plym."
"Yes sir?"
"Do you remember where you were before you arrived here?"
"Yes sir, Monte Bello sir."
"Is what was inside your hull at Monte Bello still there?"
Something in the frigate's expression and posture tightened.
"Yes sir."
"Is it going to go off?"
There was a fraction of a second's pause that seemed to go on forever before Plym relaxed ever so slightly.
"No sir. It's been deactivated."
The relief that followed that statement was palpable as everyone in the room who knew about HMS Plym started breathing again.
The commanding officer gave orders that the frigate was to be made comfortable and have the current situation explained to her but that she wasn't allowed out of the building and was to remain under supervision at all times, along with informing everyone that what had happened was not to leave the room until further notice. Then he hurried to his office. He had some urgent phonecalls to make.
A/N: Inspiration stuck so I wrote. Am not entirely happy with the result, mostly because I had to leave some things vague due to having insufficient familiarity with RN command structure to know who'd be in charge of a small but still important base.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Another day, another summoning and as always everyone present was hoping but not really expecting that this would be the one that broke the "curse" the base had and got them something bigger than a frigate.
The first sign they had that things weren't going to go as usual was when the vanishing of the summoning materials was swiftly followed by a voice speaking up from the summoning pool.
"What the hell?"
The girl who'd spoken was (yet another) frigate and looked even more bewildered than new summons usually did. Noticing the officer looking at her she blushed before hastily saluting.
"Apology for my outburst sir. I was taken by surprise and forget myself for a moment since the last I remember I was at sea. HMS Plym at your service."
As soon as she identified herself a number of those present visibly stiffened, their faces paling as a sharper and more immediate version of the dread that some of them had felt every time there had been an Abyssal attack before the nearby power station had been decommissioned settled in their stomachs. The senior officer present found his tongue first.
"HMS Plym."
"Yes sir?"
"Do you remember where you were before you arrived here?"
"Yes sir, Monte Bello sir."
"Is what was inside your hull at Monte Bello still there?"
Something in the frigate's expression and posture tightened.
"Yes sir."
"Is it going to go off?"
There was a fraction of a second's pause that seemed to go on forever before Plym relaxed ever so slightly.
"No sir. It's been deactivated."
The relief that followed that statement was palpable as everyone in the room who knew about HMS Plym started breathing again.
The commanding officer gave orders that the frigate was to be made comfortable and have the current situation explained to her but that she wasn't allowed out of the building and was to remain under supervision at all times, along with informing everyone that what had happened was not to leave the room until further notice. Then he hurried to his office. He had some urgent phonecalls to make.