HOME | DD

Description
Aboard the Hunter Tension gave way to another flavor of tension. The slow, sedate but omnipresent nag that lingered in the back of the mind gave way to sudden, intense fear about what was about to come when the Admiral gave the message for Battle Stations. Which one was preferable was a matter of discussion, though at a less busy time. Everyone was armed and everyone donned a helmet for starters while various things were being done as quickly as possible to engage the foe should it come.

Among the jobs that needed to be done was getting the guns ready. Part of that job fell to Seaman Fenor Glaskov who at this time had the job of ammo-rat for the starboard gun deck. It meant going down to the armory, picking up a shell or powder charge and carrying it to the gun deck in a carrying box. Around him numerous people were running, in contrast, he walked at a steady pace. As always he also had to open the hatch to the gun-deck and close it behind him. The last thing you wanted to do was to drop something and have it blow up in your face. The standing policy was that when they were entering a combat situation there should be five shots ready per gun deck gun, this added up to two hundred and sixty trips from the magazine and back for the rats. When the enemy had been sighted, they would wait until the enemy had been sighted then make their way down to fetch some more.

As he walked down the corridor, he saw that the marines were roused and preparing for battle themselves. They had all been armored and had their weapons ready. Each of them had one of the new Type-4R rifles in case there were Dark Elves and they tried to board, as well as some other toys. There was only so many men you could put aboard a ship, so they should each be given the best weapons possible. Even so, he hoped gunnery would keep them from making that happen.

Fenor did the job properly but not exceptionally, he was passed by a couple of his comrades who had mastered the art of a fast but purposeful and steady walk on a moving ship. This was his first voyage. New recruits assigned to gunnery started off as ammo-rats before going up in the world. During the last voyage a fair number of the gunners had been ammo-rats themselves. A few of the experienced gunners had recently been transferred to the Thunderer. One thing that the recruiters were right about was that there was plenty of prospects for promotion, he just hoped that he would live to see it.

Previous-imperator-zor.deviantart.com/a…
Next-www.deviantart.com/art/Infrast…

Description
Aboard the Hunter Tension gave way to another flavor of tension. The slow, sedate but omnipresent nag that lingered in the back of the mind gave way to sudden, intense fear about what was about to come when the Admiral gave the message for Battle Stations. Which one was preferable was a matter of discussion, though at a less busy time. Everyone was armed and everyone donned a helmet for starters while various things were being done as quickly as possible to engage the foe should it come.

Among the jobs that needed to be done was getting the guns ready. Part of that job fell to Seaman Fenor Glaskov who at this time had the job of ammo-rat for the starboard gun deck. It meant going down to the armory, picking up a shell or powder charge and carrying it to the gun deck in a carrying box. Around him numerous people were running, in contrast, he walked at a steady pace. As always he also had to open the hatch to the gun-deck and close it behind him. The last thing you wanted to do was to drop something and have it blow up in your face. The standing policy was that when they were entering a combat situation there should be five shots ready per gun deck gun, this added up to two hundred and sixty trips from the magazine and back for the rats. When the enemy had been sighted, they would wait until the enemy had been sighted then make their way down to fetch some more.

As he walked down the corridor, he saw that the marines were roused and preparing for battle themselves. They had all been armored and had their weapons ready. Each of them had one of the new Type-4R rifles in case there were Dark Elves and they tried to board, as well as some other toys. There was only so many men you could put aboard a ship, so they should each be given the best weapons possible. Even so, he hoped gunnery would keep them from making that happen.

Fenor did the job properly but not exceptionally, he was passed by a couple of his comrades who had mastered the art of a fast but purposeful and steady walk on a moving ship. This was his first voyage. New recruits assigned to gunnery started off as ammo-rats before going up in the world. During the last voyage a fair number of the gunners had been ammo-rats themselves. A few of the experienced gunners had recently been transferred to the Thunderer. One thing that the recruiters were right about was that there was plenty of prospects for promotion, he just hoped that he would live to see it.

Previous-imperator-zor.deviantart.com/a…
Next-www.deviantart.com/art/Infrast…