[Quick RP Post]
[ 31th of Primo 1614 ] [ Somewhere in the Golden Sea ] [ Crown Conquests ]
The Golden Sea, crown of the Crown Royal Navy's Home Fleet It's a series of battleships from between 1450 and 1550. A battleship to trump other battleships, a ship to end all ships. It's about 300-500 meters long and about 100 ish meters long. It's estimated to be close to 180 thousand tonnes and her crew currently number in about 50,000 souls, including sharks, people, and other people.
But where is the Golden Sea? Limping in the ocean. A few of her diesel boilers violently blew up, even damaging the rear funnel. The diesel was contaminated with about a liter of GPMF fuel, and the mana reacted violently inside the boilers.
[General Purpose Magical/Mana Fuel] [Magical fuel for Crown magic tech]
On another point, she's limping at 19 knots. It's a good thing only 11 boilers out of her many banks of boilers blew, so only a minor amount of speed was lost. On the outside, all is fine. Platoons of sharj sailors sweeping the massive deck space in the bow and the aft, in front of the guns. Her guns are covered in red cloth, to protect from the rainy season's heavy storms. Her superstructure above the hull has many small holes, small windows. Above, a lot of clothing on racks, where additional decorational flaglines would be.
Up in the bridge, the current captain is plotting courses...
"We have enough range to get to Mozdok. We could stop by Korolja or a nearby port city for repairs."
"We can't do that" sighs one of the officers. "We should be able to build new boilers with some of our spare parts."
"What i'm worried about, is the floor the boilers put a hole in. It put a hole in the floor. We need to fix that."
"We don't have space, yes. Can't we contract a Fey wizard to fix it?"
"I'd rather not." the captain sighs again, taking his cob pipe. "Besides, most Fey don't have this high of military clearance or the magical skills and restraint. There's a reason they have their own navy."
"There should be some way no?"
"I wish there was honestly."
The captain lights her pipe, and lets out a puff or two. Some cadets open the bridge windows in responce.
"But at this rate a few more boilers might blow on us too. We're unsure how close another mana blob might come to blowing us off course vertically."
Speak of the devil, and now another explosion is heard. The ship rumbles, metallic groaning from below.
"Ah? Oh fuck. Officer, the fuck happened?"
A cadet runs in from the observation deck
"The second funnel blew another cloud of black! There's a fire in the boiler room!"
"The fuck? How?"
"Block 4 fuel reserve exploded! Another boiler in Group 4 exploded!"
"Run to the communications officer and tell her to shut fuel to Block 4! Go go go!"
The cadet and officer run. A few others in the bridge run out, as fire alarms blare out
"This could not possibly get worse..."
The captain ponders, puffing a bit.
"Hmm... oh fuck, we're going to parade soon. Best to go tell the Lord-Admiral about this."
Down the captain went, down some stairs, to the captain's quarters. She boots up her PC, and begins writing her email.
"Hmm. How should i tell the new boilers at Block 4 exploded..."
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