Summer Vacation
Copyright© 2012 by Howard Faxon
Chapter 21: Contact With the Enemy and Final Weapons Tuning
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 21: Contact With the Enemy and Final Weapons Tuning - It all started as a walking vacation around coastal Florida. It became the adventure of a lifetime!
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual FemaleDom
Well, it was inevitable, now that I look back on it. We were a big juicy target if you knew where to look. We set out from Eidenburgh to Liverpool where we loaded up, then traveled down to the big ports in Vigo, northern Spain. A big cruiser kept edging up on us, first through our ten mile zone, then through our five mile zone. At two miles they tried to take us out with a stinger. The rolling motion of their deck threw them off far enough so that the stinger didn't get a lock. I activated the point defense system, tapped the image of their boat three times, confirmed and that was it. A starstreak didn't leave much. Once the three penetrators hit the hull, the annular (ring-shaped) explosive charges pretty well shattered everything down to the waterline. The penetrators kept going and, well, broken glasses don't hold water. Most of our crew didn't even know that we'd been in combat. I didn't tell 'em, either.
Just before we docked in Vigo another group, or the second wave of the same group, tried again. Just before we warped into dock, the CIC console went 'beep! beep! beep!'. It slewed the fordeck minigun around and blew the hell out of a big van close to the slip, which promptly and enthusiastically blew the fuck out of the dock. It was 'back all screws to clear water' and a quick call to the Harbormaster.
Without that CIC we'd have been toast. Someone had trained it to profile for IEDs and truck bombs. That one came out of left field. We dropped our cargo up north at the national docks, where our containers were moved off onto a train car and went--somewhere.
I had a feeling that we still had a hole in our tactical profile. I sent an email to the Commander of the Hawaiian naval yards requesting a combat profile analysis be run. I had a feeling that a little 60mm mortar would fill a hole in our defensive screen. A servomotor-aimed near-vertical bomb delivery system would go a long ways towards negating the defenses of any attackers using local structures such as walls or other vessels to hide behind. We were often found in tight quarters making deliveries in crowded ports. A pinpoint HE delivery option could spell the difference between our success and failure.
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