Attacking Psychotech Cargo Ships

"A'right den. Make my depth zero four seven feet"
The thug at the helm grinned, as he turned a few valves
and the submarine began to ascend. The ancient Gato class submarine begins
to show its age as its hull creeked. In this small, cramped space dampness fills the air as water leeks
into the bridge from pipes that seem to enclose the entire room.

Etan stood by the periscope, as a king, the rebel "captain" watched over his
men as they carry on their duties. Placing the cigarette between his lips to take a puff, then slowly
exhaling the smoke into the moist air around him.
"Have those little pricks loaded two toreados into the fucking tube and equalized it yet?"


A stocky black guy about 6'9 stepped out of the radio room and barked over the intercom.
"Hurry your asses up! Get them torpedos loaded now.."


Etan grabbed the periscope handle and slowly pulled it down to peer through the glass.
The cigarette in his hand burned down as he stared through the scope, eyeing the lights of
a cargo ship ahead. His lips formed a pleased, mischevious grin now as he spoke through the small intercom..
"Set your torpedos berring one.....three.....nine. Prepare to fire tubes one and two on my mark...."

A few sqweeking valves and levers are heard in the background and various background voices.
"Umm....kay. We be ready.."

The surface craft glides through the black waters smoothly, completely unaware to the lion of the deep ready to hunt it down. The cargo ship was in his sights now.
Etan waited intill the perfect moment.
"mark......"

Then, the two fish hummed through the water towards its designated target. The rambling of the crew on the bridge of the sub had grown silent now.
Etan leaned over the persicope smugly. To him, there was no question whether his two mark 18 torpedos would hit their target. Still, he watched and waited. The first missed, shooting off toward shore.
Etan dropped his cigarette.
"FUCK, they both miss-"
His words were cut off by the sudden of an explosion booming through the water. The raw force of it shook the sub, sending loose items across the control boards to the floor.
Looking topside, Etan saw the silhouette of the cargo ship light up the dark night sky. The explosion sent a large fireball up into the sky as it went down.
Crashes of rock and metal were heard as the ship broke up as it descended.

"Hell yeah..motherfuckers! You can't stop us...This is the fucking East Side skill!"
A pipe in the control room shattered suddenly, putting an end to the atmoshpere of victory on deck. Several thugs rush to patch it. Etan cursed and forcefully shoved the persicope up to close it. Several others bust.
The hull sounded as if it were to impode as the rebel sub made its way toward the bottom rapidly.


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A reporter behind her desk fixes her notes and plasters a fake smile across her face as the camera comes on.

"Tonight at eleven.
A Pyschotech Industry cargo ship exploded tonight just off the coast of Venway tonight in a mysterious explosion.
Eyewitnesses on shore report seeing a large explosion just before the craft sank. Though, there are no leads yet.
The probable cause of the explosion is from fuel leek or chemical fire below deck. The US destorier the U.S.S.
Concord has on the scene now searching for survivors. We will have an update on this situation tomorrow as more information comes in. We'll be right back after these words..."







[kay..here are my rolls]
to drive the sub [navigation 3+intelligence 4] [diff 7? 5 successes]
targetting the torpedos [naval targetting 2+perception 2] [-1 wp][ 0 successes..the first shot is a miss] [3 successes]

Dmg rolls. These are Mark 18 torpedos..they travel at a speed around 30 knots...a cargo ship would be easy prey.
[20+2] [diff 6: 14 successes]