The large buildings in Murmansk shipyard appeared through the night fog ahead. The captain was watching everything from the bridge. The tugs were pushing the large black hull in from out of the dark. Signals from the crew to keep the tugs from nudging the side sonar further damaging the combat vessel.
Damn! He hated to come in this way. Looking aft, the pod on the upper rudder was crushed on the left side, like a toy. The easy case of the exterior damaged also. They were lucky to bring her home.
Collisions had happend in the past, but never with one of the newer,more advanced attack submarines.
Shouting at the port tug, she was getting too close to the bow planes! The fool!
Behind him, out there somewhere, was another ship, also damaged, probably limping home. Both vessels were far from stealthy after colliding 200 meters down.
Damn!!
A year in the yard! A year!!
But things were different. Already, FSB staff could bee seen as shadows on the approaching docks. He had seen the orders. The Motherland had been working on some classified improvements that would make the world a little more cautious.
Smiling for only a moment when his first officer turned away, he mused at the changes coming..
The boat would be inside before daylight, then secured. Then the tasks of repairs and removal of the massive, once graceful screw, and the rear planes would begin.
My concept of what the Russians would do next. I will be back later to show how I have (I hope), overcome the Russian boat's larger turning radius, and the resistance a pumpjet adds to the turning of a boat to keep this one "combat nimble".
And so it beings:












Damn! He hated to come in this way. Looking aft, the pod on the upper rudder was crushed on the left side, like a toy. The easy case of the exterior damaged also. They were lucky to bring her home.
Collisions had happend in the past, but never with one of the newer,more advanced attack submarines.
Shouting at the port tug, she was getting too close to the bow planes! The fool!
Behind him, out there somewhere, was another ship, also damaged, probably limping home. Both vessels were far from stealthy after colliding 200 meters down.
Damn!!
A year in the yard! A year!!
But things were different. Already, FSB staff could bee seen as shadows on the approaching docks. He had seen the orders. The Motherland had been working on some classified improvements that would make the world a little more cautious.
Smiling for only a moment when his first officer turned away, he mused at the changes coming..
The boat would be inside before daylight, then secured. Then the tasks of repairs and removal of the massive, once graceful screw, and the rear planes would begin.
My concept of what the Russians would do next. I will be back later to show how I have (I hope), overcome the Russian boat's larger turning radius, and the resistance a pumpjet adds to the turning of a boat to keep this one "combat nimble".
And so it beings:





































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