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yeah, heres one of my storys
(currently posting at my site, but somethings wronge with my site, and it wont post quotation marks, damn HTML)
Yes the story IS finished, BUT all i will be posting at this time is the prolouge and chapter 1, so enjoy, and give me some feedback, or il hit you.
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K-495 "The devils boat"
Prologue
2006.
It was quiet, and still, all that the divers of he Poseidon VIII mini sub could see out side there porthole was the murky depth of the deep ocean. Three miles above them, on the oceans surface, the water was getting choppy, the skies getting dark, but the furs aboard oil drilling platform Neptune 12 were working hard, preparing to anchor the platform to the sea floor. The commander of the platform, a large strong wolf, shirtless and in dirty blue pants, sat at his office, with his hindpaws up on the desk. He yawned and stretched, scratching the back of his head, as he listened to the crackling static that came over the radios speaker. Suddenly a faint voice came over the radio" Poseidon VIII to Neptune 12, do you read me Neptune 12?"
the wolf yawned and sat up, blinking groggily as he picked up the microphone, "This is Neptune 12, what's up, Jake?" the wolf spoke. " we got something weird down here, Ace, something big," Jake responded from over the radio. " It hasn't come into the Poseidon VIII range yet, but according to the sonar, its big and in the way". Ace chuckled and responded "so?, what's it shaped like, there's not much out here on this part of the sea floor?". "Hold on, Ace" Jake responded, its coming into view now.... Let me turn on the lights". Jake flipped a switch, and the lights out side the little sub flickered and came to life, illuminating the inky darkness. At the port hole, Jake watched, he watched as the thing came into view, like a great dead whale it sat there, rusting in peace. " I think it's a sub." Jake spoke into his microphone. " but our charts say there no wrecks out here" he said." does it look old?" Ace responded, now interested. " yeah, kinda rusty, lots of dents and a few holes.. But looks to be intact" Jake said, studying the wreck, as the
Poseidon VIII passed over its bow. He signaled to the piolet of the mini sub to turn around for another pass. Into view of the mini subs porthole came the conning tower of the wreck, still visible on the side was the faded number "K-495". " Ace, ever hear of the K-495?" he spoke into his microphone. "Vaguely, I thought it was a myth"replied Ace, over the radio. " it anit no myth Ace, its sitting right here in front of me, but..."
Jake released the talk button on the microphone, How did it get here?" spoke Jake to him self. " I lost you Jake, you broke off." Jake ignored this message, studding the wreck, and thinking to him self. The wreck was rusting, old, and dirty, sea life had made the wreck home. A fish darted out here, another there. But besides that, there was nothing else there. The sub sat alone on the sea floor, with just a few fish and a pawfull of rocks littered here and there. " Poseidon VIII !?! do you read me?!?" came over the radio. "Sorry Ace," Jake said " but.. Im just thinking," he shook his head, he had a job to do. Turning to the pilot he said " alright, continue to the drill site" and with that, the Poseidon VIII slowly crossed the "K-495" leaving it to rust in the darkness again. To be forgotten, or maybe ignored, the K-495 had a reason to be ignored, she wasen' known as " the devils boat" for nothing.
Chapter 1
1967.
It was a warm April morning in the Baltic ocean, I yawned and rubbed my eyes, I could hear the usual chatter of the all Siberian Husky crew, I turned away from the wall and sat up, looking about the tight close cabin in witch I shared with 15 other sailor furs. They were there usual selves, rowdy and loud, very loud. I wondered how on earth we could hide from the American subs, hell I thought, they could probably hear us all the way in New York. "Morning Uri" one of the husky's said to me. " Hey there Gustav" I said, scratching my crotch. " where are my pants?" I muttered, then stretched and yawned, making my self a perfect target, and got hit in the face with my pants. " thanks" I said, standing up and pulling them on, other huskies that were still asleep, where now getting up. We were all excited, this was going to be our first tour of duty on our brand new Golf II class missile sub. I chuckled, watching some of the furs joking about, as I pulled on my shirt, and yawned again.
Now dressed and hungry, I retreated out of the cabin, with my best friend Gustav close behind me. " Damn, comrade " I said to him, chuckling, as we stepped out into the main passage way."looks like we got out of there just in time." I said, as a yell of anger and laughs came out of our cabin. We headed down the length of the passageway, towards the galley, peeking into a few of the other cramped cabins, in one, more furs were waking up, in a second there was corporal Vostok, our radio fur, siting at his desk, the earphones on his head. He was busy talking to Moscow, receiving and writing down our orders. Tuning the radio, and talking into his microphone. " when the hell does he wake up?" I asked Gustav, he just laughed, and kept walking. I stopped in front of the hatch on the left side of the passageway labeled 'galley'. " Gustav" I said, ribbing him jokingly with my elbow," looks like we made it here before the morning rush." I said opened the hatch, and stepped into the galley. He chuckled, and shook his head. " Yep , Uri," Gustav said, picking up a tray from the stack, next to the hatch, and walking into the breakfast line, " looks like we did" he said, smiling, picking up picking up four plates of pancakes. I shook my head, Gustav was a big fur, about 6 foot and a pawfull of inches in high , and very beefy, im still surprised at how such a big guy managed to get into the navy, and even more surprised to that he got on-board a sub. I wasn't sure what he did before the navy, I hadn't asked, I should one day, I thought.
Chuckling to my self, I grabbed I cup of coffee, and sat down at one of the tables. It was towards the back of the galley where the wall curving up at the top, following the contour of the subs hull. The seats were cold metal, so were the tables, walls and everything else, everything was painted a dull flat grey and green. There were pipes and wires strung out across the walls, some were for steam, and water others, I wasn't even sure. Some were cold and leaked, some were hot, and burned if you bumped into them, but I thought to my self, this is home. The officers were lucky, there cabins were furnished with wood paneling and had red carpets covering the floor, each officer had there own private cabins and were rather comfortable, even though small. Gustav sat down next to me, grinning, bits of pancakes were stuck to his teeth. I laughed, at his stupid expression, shaking my head. " Wha?!?" he asked, covering his muzzle with his paw. " you look like a fool, Gustav. There's enough pancake in your teeth to cover the kremlin". I said, taking a sip of my coffee. Gustav shot me a look that could kill, then muttered " you're a ass hole, Uri" he said, rubbing his teeth clean with his finger. I shook my head, and took another sip of coffee, watching the galley fill up with other furs.
The sent of pancakes and bacon filled the air, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath letting the sent of sweaty furs, diesel fuel, and bacon mixed together in cramped conditions fill my nose, I almost coughed, covering my mouth, clamping my muzzle shut. " you ok, Uri?" Gustav asked, still stuffing his face with pancakes. " yeah.." I gasped" but I never realized how bad it stunk in here"I said, setting my coffee down on the table, and rubbed my temples and closed my eyes. " Man, Uri, your right, it doesn't smell to good in hear," I heard Gustav say through a mouthful of pancakes. I shook my head, and looked up, the galley was full, and here came Vostok, the headphones around his neck, the wire tucked into his shirt. " morning comrades", he said, taking a sit next to me, and picking up my coffee, tacking a sip of it. "Hey Vostok" I said, watching him drink my coffee. Gustav just waived, stuffing more pancakes into his muzzle. " I just got off the radio with Moscow, " Vostok said, leaning in. "Don't tell anyone this " he said, in a low voice, "but Moscow says were going to the arctic." "The arctic?!?" I said, " why the hell are we going there?" I said. " SHH! " he said " I don't know, that part of the message was classified." he said, finishing my coffee. " I got to go, and give the admiral our orders, remember.. SHH!" he said, getting up. I took back my cup, and looked into it. " yeah.. No problem, " I said, flatly, " thanks for drinking my coffee.", Vostok grinned, " your welcome comrade!" he said, giving me a sarcastic salute and walking out of the galley.
"Well Gustav, we should get to our posts" I said standing up, Gustav grabbed my tail, and pulled me down. "Not now, Uri," he laughed " remember? We have assemble on deck at 8:30," he said, chuckling and leaning back, rubbing his belly. "Ah yes" I said " the admirals speech, great" I said, checking the clock, it read 7:36. " Well, Gustav" I said, " what are we gona do between now and then?" I asked, looking around the galley. " lets go find Dmitriy" he said, standing up. " alright, " I said" Dmitriy probably is in the engin room" I said, leading the way out of the galley. Once in the main passage way we were free of the crowds." what a mob" I said to Gustav, " no shit.." he said, flicking pancake off his shirt. "Bunch or rowdy fools" he said, as we walked down the passageway towards the stern.
Dmitriy, I wasn't sure if he was a retard or a genius, he had been in the soviet navy since before world war one. He was the fats laziest husky I have ever seen, but he was a good fur. He was the oldest fur on the sub, old enough to be any of our fathers, but a lot more fun. Gustav and I came across him right where we thought he would be, asleep against one of the throbbing, hammering, loud diesel engines. "Dmitriy!" I yelled, kicking him in the side, he yawned, and muttered " fuck you, Uri, cant ya see im working?" I shook my head, and looked to Gustav, chuckling. " alright, Gustav, get him!" Gustav cracked his knuckles, grinning evilly as he walked in front of Dmitriy. He bent forward, Dmitriys legs between his, I gave Gustav a thumbs up, and he slapped Dmitriy so hard you could hear it over the pounding of the engines. Dmitriy yawned, and brought a leg up hard, smashing it into Gustav nuts, "AH..............." Gustav let out a bit of a yelp, his knees buckled inward, the skin beneath his fur going pale. "Mother....fucker.." he whispered, falling over onto his side. Dmitriy just smiled, and I burst out laughing, reaching out and taking Dmitriy's paw, helping him get up off the floor. " So, you to fools" he said to us, " what are you doing in this part of the sub?". " well..." I said. " nothing else to do for the time being, the admirals speech is a half hour away. So... what's up?"I asked. Dmitriy muttered " nothing at all" he said, walking over to the main engin control panel, stepping over Gustav. "Well, im going to go try to get some food" he said, after looking over the panel.
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Chapter 2
It was 8:40, and every man was out on deck, the wind wiping through our fur, piercing out thin uniforms. We stood upright, at attention, as the admiral walked up and down the deck, befor taking a stand in front of the middle of the group. " Men," he said "it is time to show our mother Russia what we can do!, We are all children of mother Russia, and we must protect her from the capitalistic dogs!" he yelled. "We must be brave! And not be cowards, NOT BE TRAITORS! "He yelled, as a cheer went up, " HURRAH!" I yelled, along with the rest of the crew. " We are going to the arctic ocean, my comrades" the admiral barked. " And from there we shall go down the east cost of America, into our strike zone!" he yelled, " strike zone? Comrade sir?" someone asked out. "Aren't we just on a patrol?" "Patrol zone" the admiral said, " my mistake, we are heading to our Patrol zone!" he yelled. " now comrades, GET TO YOUR STATIONS!" he yelled, before stepping down the hatch into the hull.
I headed down one of the open hatches on the top of the sub, down into the hull. Squeezing my was through the now crowded passageway, the outer hatches being closed, furs ducking through bulkhead hatches, and room hatches, as I headed for the missile compartment . I skillfully moved through the masses of furs, through the tight cramped rooms, where sailors were busy doing there jobs. Gustav was on the sonar, Dmitriy in the engin room, and I was looking for Boris. Boris was my work partner, a short stocky mass of muscle that called its self a sailor, a very loud sailor. He and I are in charge of missile safety, in charge of fueling them and keeping them in working order, and arming them if ever needed. I came to the closed and sealed hatch, quickly opening it and ducking in closing and locking it behind me. In front of me was three huge pipes, giant red tubs holding the 3 nuclear missiles poised and ready to rain death down on the world. There was some graffiti painted on the tubes, 'Stalin's fist', 'The Red Devil' and 'Lenin's Will'. I shook my head reading these, and chuckled. " Boris? I see the fools have been in here again." Boris walked up to me, wiping grease off his paws onto his shirt. " yeah, comrade Uri, I don't seem to understand why everyone wants to name the missiles" he said, chuckling. " yeah, no shit" I said, distracted by the info panel regarding the missiles.
Boris turned on the transistor radio, tunning it through the static, looking for music or something. I chuckled at hearing him curs to him self, as he smacked the radio, trying to find anything on the air. I walked up to missile tube 1, opening the hatch, and leaning into the moist wet tube, the giant green missile stood there, silent yet foreboding. I shuddered, thinking of horror of the weapon, but I had a job to do, so I did it. I looked over the missile, stepping into the wet tube with it, I squeezed my way around the missile, making sure there was no ice formed upon it or in the tub at all, there wasn't. I did the same thing in the two other tubes, finding ice formed up in tube three, a bad sign. I muttered to my self, and hoped out of the tube. "Boris, we have ice in tube three" I said, writing this down in my service notebook. " Again?" Boris said, " Goddamn it..." he muttered, kicking tube three as he walked past it to get some warm water to melt the ice. Ice in tube three, again, I thought, that's bad, "there must be liquid nitrogen from the fuel system leaking into the tube, Boris" I said to him. Boris just muttered to him self, carrying two buckets of hot water. He swore again and poured the first bucket of hot water onto the ice in the tube. " Uri, have you told the admiral?" he said, pouring on the second bucket. "Many times," I said, looking over the gages, taping the one for the liquid nitrogen pressure. The needle dropped, it had been sticking. " Yeah, Boris I have, even showed them the crappy gage, but they don't care, they don't believe it" I said, turning and leaning against the panel. "I don't like our new admiral. He doesn't seem... all here." I said, Boris nodded, writing something down in his service notebook. "Yeah, Uri.. He's out there," Boris said, shrugging. " I don't trust him, nor do I like him." I chuckled, and stepped up the missile tube three, looking in " I agree, and I don't like these either." I shuddered, looking up at the huge missile, before closing and locking the service door .
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The days and weeks dragged on, the excitement of our new tour of duty now gone. Our routine not changing much, Everyday I wrote down in my service notebook the amounts of ice in missile tube three, every day it got worse. Boris and I were positive that there was a leak in the liquid nitrogen leak, but we couldn't prove it. I was laying there on my bunk, half asleep when I was awoken by a loud grinding noise, mutters of confusion could be heard through out the cabin. "What's going on?" I heard Gustav mutter from his bunk, above me. "I don't know.." someone else muttered, " sounds like we hit something" another said. I rubbed my head, and sat up. There came a pounding at the hatch, and it opened, a husky from the second shift ( they worked while we slept, and we worked while they slept.)" HEY, wake up! Were in the arctic!" he said, before ducking out and going down the hall. " arctic? Ohh.... That explains is it." I said, getting dressed. "What do you mean?" Gustav said, getting dressed next to me. "The sound was the sub breaking through the ice fool" I said, chuckling and ducking out the cabin, Gustav close behind. "Lets go look outside" I said to Gustav, as I climbed up one of the open ladders, following a few furs up.
Once we got out, it hit me, the cold, and the ice, the beauty of the arctic. All that could been seen was white, ice as far as the eye could see. It was amazing, I thought as I stepped out on to the deck, kicking some ice off the hull, watching it slide down the curve of the hull, landing in the snow. The ice surrounding the sub was 18-20 feet thick, with feet upon feet of drifting snow on top of that. Some of the crew had already made it down to the snow, and where horsing about, throwing snowballs at each other, and playing with the ice on deck. This was our first opportunity to have some fun, after being locked up in this tin can of a sub, for a few weeks. "Wow... look at it," I said, admiring the beauty." "Yea...."Gustav said, chuckling behind me, before grabbing the collar of my shirt, and dropping a pawfull of snow down it. " GAA BASTARD!!" I yelped, flailing about, trying to get the snow out, rubbing and patting at my back. " DAMN YOU!" I said, finally shaking the snow out. "You're a ass, Gustav, you really are" I muttered.
It was a nice break, our stop in the arctic, we had the opportunity to have somewhat of a break. When furs weren't working, there were romping about in the snow, assorted im-maturely positioned snowfurs were littered around the sub, and there was a almost constant snowball fight going on. Mostly it was the sailors who horsed around, only a few officers played with them. Most of the upper staff sat up on the coning tower, joking among them selves, drinking vodka and relaxing. They ducked and yelled as the odd snowball came up towards them, but for the mostly part they keep to there selves. I sat there against a mound of snow, sipping vodka, and talking to Vostok, the random off target snowball landing near us. "So Vostok, anything interesting from Moscow?" I asked, taking another sip of vodka. "Not much," he said, sipping some vodka, scratching his muzzle, "well.. I shouldn't say that," he said. "In fact we had a coded message come in from Moscow early this morning, around.. Hmm.. 1am" he said, taking another sip of vodka. "Oh? What was it about?" I asked my ears perked. "Im not exactly sure, but all I could decode were some numbers," he said, finishing the bottle of vodka, "sounds likes launch codes to me." I almost choked at hearing this, some vodka coming out my nose. "What?!?, your kidding me!" I said, shocked. "Hey, man, im not sure, that's what it looked like to me." he said, tossing his empty vodka bottle at a fur who hit him with a snowball.
Later that day, we went back to the sub, and back under the ice, to continue to our patrol zone.
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The days grew long, or short, I didn't know, no one knew. Day and night had become one, hours were just numbers, pm and am were letters, time was un-known to us, we had forgotten it. There were no windows, no natural light, only the stark white glow from the fluorescent bulbs. In that stark light I yawned, supposedly it was 4am, I didn't know, or care, my shift in the missile chamber was over, and I was going to go find Dmitriy. I walked through the halls, and compartments looking in on furs here and there . Furs who looked like zombies stared at me, with bags under there bloodshot eyes, there ears no longer perky, they were burnt out, tired, but that was the life of a submariner. I passed the admiral in the passageway, stopped and saluted. "How are you, sir?" I asked, "fine, comrade, tired, sore, stiff, but fine," that admiral said, half asleep. "Now, comrade, if you'll excuse me, im going to bed." and with that, he walked off. I saluted again, and continued on my way through the cramped boat.
Dmitriy was busy working on the starboard diesel engin, swearing to him self, as the huge engin sputtered and stalled. "Fucking garbage!" He swore as I entered the compartment. "What's wrong Dmitriy?" I asked, chuckling as I watched him beat on the side of the engin with a wrench. "Oh, hello comrade Uri" Dmitriy said, his tail wagging. "This peace of shit, useless pile of a engin is staling out again," he said, as he started to work on it, pulling out the glow plugs, looking at each one, inspecting them for problems. "Oh, that's great, that explains our drop in speed" I said, yawning, and leaning up against the wall facing him. "Il having it running, don't worry!" he said, with a grin, as he lifted off one of the cylinder caps. He inspected the pistons, feeling in side the cylinders for any cracks. He reached out and wiped his grease covered paw on his shirt, before doing the same with the next cylinder and the one after that. "What do you thinks wrong?" I asked, scratching my side. "I believe" he said pausing and feeling around in the cylinder. " I think there's a broken piston," he chuckled, " yep, found it here!" he said, rubbing the grease off his paw onto his shirt. He took out some tools and went to work, dismantling this part of the engin, to get at the broken piston. The other working engin, throbbed away pushing the boat forward through the deep, cold ocean under the arctic ice.
We chatted a bit more, not about much, there wasn't much to talk about. We discussed the main rumor going through the ship, this rumor was tearing us apart as a crew. "What do you think?" I asked Dmitriy, as he finished on the engin. "Bout what?" he asked, starting the engin, listening to it rattle and go silent. "The admiral... he, I don't know, he seems odd to me." I said scratching my muzzle, as Dmitriy kicked the engin, it rattled to life. "If the rumors are true.." he said, putting away his tools, "then Id be scared" he muttered, his tail going limp. "Just between you and me Uri, I believe the rumors.." He said, quietly, as he walked up to me. "If there's nuclear war, comrade, it will be because of him," he said, slapping me on the shoulder and leaving the compartment, to go sleep. I stood there, and digested what he said, many of us on the sub believed he was going to go rouge, but many were sided with him, if anything happened, I knew there would be bloodshed.
I left, and went to my cabin, Gustav was there, already asleep so where a few others. Some other crew furs waking up, to go on there shift. I un-dressed and laid in my bunk, letting the rocking of the sub put me to sleep.
Chapter 3
Days passed since my conversation with Dmitriy, the rumor we talked about spread like wildfire aboard the sub, each fur taking his sides, some were for the admiral, some, like me, were against him, but he didn't know. Today was going to be a entertaining day, all the crewfurs were looking forward to today. I was sitting up against the conning towers port side, the gentile waves of the now calm north Atlantic. I sat there, watching the sea, the waves slapping up against the hull, the cawing of a sea gull could be heard off in the distance, it was peaceful, calm, relaxing. I looked down the hull, most of the 83 fur crew was sitting on deck, some playing poker, some smoking, a few asleep, they looked happy, there ears perked, some tails wagging, a laugh could be heard here and there. I yawned, and stretched, muttering to Gustav. Gustav was sitting next to me, half asleep. "When do you think it will be here?" I asked him, as I scanned the ocean. "I don't know..." he muttered, his eyes shut, paws in his lap, trying to sleep. "I don't care right now Uri, im tryin to sleep." I chuckled and nodded, "alright, il wake you when they get here.
I didn't have to wait for long, soon the bubbles started to rise, just off our starboard side. The water seamed to be boiling, bubbles as big as furs popped and burst, as the K-23 rose up from the waves. The K-23 was a November class nuclear powered attack sub, sleek and shark like it was a amazing combination of art and steal. But there it was, next to the K-495. I kicked Gustav as I got up, and yelled across to the other soviet sub, other crewfurs were yelling too, and soon hatches opened on the K-23, the crew and captain soon emerged. "HELLO K-495" the captain of the K-23 yelled to us, we responded with a cheer. Soon the two boats were tied up next to each other, the crew mixed. Gustav and I were standing on the bow of the K-23, talking with our friend Igor. "Hello comrade Igor!" I said, hugging him, " Comrade Uri, Comrade Gustav, it is good to see you both!" Igor said, hugging us both. Igor was a nice fur, he was the captain of the K-23, but didn't enforce rank on most of his crew, or us. Igor and I had grown up together in the same seafront town, we were good friends. Both our fathers had served in the Russian and later soviet navy during world war one, and world war two. "Comrade," he said, a cheery look on his face, his ears perked, and his tail wagging, "how are you two?" "Well, Igor," I said, "life as usual, long boring days, and tired long nights" I said, Gustav nodded to this. "Oh well," Igor said, "but how is she, the K-495," he said, gesturing to the sub. "Id give my lest hindpaw to be a captain on such a beast." He said, smiling. "She's doing ok" I said, shrugging, "missile tube three has some problems, but, it should be ok." I said. "That's to bad, comrade, but every sub has its problems, the old K-23 here has plumbing problems." he chuckled. "Now comrades" Igor said, "please come with me, lets go below, into the sub, and get some fresh food into you!" I looked at Gustav, grinning, he grinned back, licking his lips. Fresh food! I thought, wonderful! I couldn't wait to see what there was to eat, I didn't care, it was fresh, so id eat anything.
The inside of the K-23 was much like that of the K-495, cold wet, and cramped. But the crew there seemed happier, there eyes were still bright, they had only been on patrol for 2 weeks, there mood would change. Igor took us into the officers private galley, sitting us at one of the tables. "Comrades!" he said, "I shall return with food! Good food! Fresh fruit, and fresh bread" he said, smiling. "Wow, Uri" Gustav said to me, "you sure know some neat furs." I chuckled, and replied, "Igor and I grew up together, we agreed upon joining the navy to stay friends, no matter our ranks" I chuckled. "Well, still, its pretty cool." he said. With that, Igor returned, with 2 plates of food, handing them to us, and sitting at the table across from us. "Eat comrades! Eat!" he goaded, and we started to eat. We ate fresh fruit, fresh bread, and nice fresh, hot soup. Once we were done eating we started to talk. "So, Igor" Gustav said, "What do you think of our admiral?" he asked. Igor chuckled and scratched his muzzle, "I don't like him, he's been brought to court three times, im not too sure the reasons, but each time, the charges were dropped."
This was new news to Gustav and me, and we exchanged looks. "Listen, Igor," I said, leaning in, "I don't like, or trust him worth a damn, there's a rumor going on that he's trying to.... attack the USA with out orders," I said, almost whispering. "Im afraid of nuclear war.. Igor, im ready to sabotage the missiles." I whispered. "If he tries anything" Igor said, looking at me. "Shoot him, for he is a traitor to the soviet union" he said. "Be sure to have your pistol near buy at all times" he said, looking at Gustav and me, "I believe he's a traitor, and deserves to die, but.. We haven't enough proof to convict him." We chatted some more, changing the subject, our current one, started to worry us. Later we exchanging some minor gifts, mostly vodka, and books, and that was that, 12 hours after she appeared, the K-23 left, diving back into the deep.
The K-23 would also have a interesting story, we were the last ones to ever see it again, no ones quite sure what happened to it, but the November class did have a bad reputation of reactor accidents, and I believed that a reactor accident sent her to the bottom .
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Back in to our iron tube we went, back on deck, I stood there looking off into the now dark night, the seas were starting to get choppy, and dangerous, waves broke over our bow, and washed across the deck. "URI!" Gustav yelled, "Haul your tail, were going to dive!" I chuckled and turned, tail wagging, and walked over to the last open hatch, from with Gustav was yelling, ducking into the sub.
I yawned, sitting in the main command compartment, I was deciding either to go forward and go to bed, or go aft and go gamble. Bed won, but first I decided to go to the torpedo compartment, walking past my cabin, I looked in, to see Gustav fast asleep a book over his face, and his arm draped down, hanging off his bed. I chuckled to my self, and ducked through the small hatch into the bow torpedo compartment. I went over to a fur named Vladimir, I wasn't close friends with him, but I knew him. He was a sneaky type, always had any contraband you wanted, if he didn't have it, he could get it next time we were in any port. "Vlad, I need a favor from you" I said, walking up to him. He was sitting on one of the torpedoes , reading in the dim light, "what exactly can I do for you Uri?" he asked, shutting the book. "I want a gun, a powerful hand gun I can hide on me at all times." I said, he smiled, and nodded. "Wait here, comrade" he said, handing me the book and walking out of the compartment. A few minutes later he returned, with a small box, opening it he showed me the American Colt 45. "It will stop anyone, comrade, only gun I have .. Right now," he said, smiling. I picked up the gun, and looked it over, a American gun.. It was nice, had nice weight, and would be easy to hide. "Il take it comrade" I said, putting the gun back in the box. Also I the box were 3 extra mags, and 5 small cardboard boxes of ammo. "All right, comrade," he said, as I took out a wad of money, and handed it to him, "its all yours" he said, handing me the box, and taking his book back. I thanked him and left, going to go to bed.
Chapter 4
In the twilight of the early morning a lone submarine appeared out from the fog, prowled on the surface waters about 30 miles off of the cost of New York city. The slender sub rolled easily in the rough waters of the Atlantic ocean. The occasional wave crashing across the bow, rocking the old boat roughly. The ship looked almost like a relic of a by gone era, looking like it belonged more in world war two, then 1968. True the hull was based on that of a Nazi U-boat, but in its extended sail sat three nuclear missiles, ready, waiting. I awoke to the loud buzzing of the battle alarm, about my cabin, other furs were scrambling to get dressed. "What the fuck is going on Gustav?!?" I asked him, as I quickly got dressed. "I don't know, Uri, I haven't a clue." he said, pulling on his shirt. "It's the battle station alarm, so, we got to go!" he said, ducking out the hatch, heading to his position. I finished getting dressed, tucking the colt 45. Into my belt, where it couldn't be seen. I ran out of the cabin, towards the missile chamber.
Boris was already there, when I got there. "What took you so fucking long?!?" Boris asked, as I came into the room. "Hey, I couldn't find my shirt." I panted, as I got to my station, sitting ready to act if ordered. "What is this? A drill?" I asked Boris, "I don't know, Uri, I really don't" he replied sitting at the ready, by the intercom that lead to the control room. The battle station alarm still rang, over the loudspeakers came the voice of the admiral, "THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PREPAR TO LAUNCH THE MISSILES AT THE UNITED STATES" the admiral yelled. "Not a drill?!?" I asked Boris, "WHAT?!" Boris yelled over the intercom to the control room, "but we haven't been given the orders from Moscow!". I was confused, what was going on, I thought. "Fuck Moscow! There all cowards!" a voice over the intercom replied, "We need to destroy the enemy while we can!" "Oh god! Boris! The admiral has gone rouge! We need to stop him!" I said to Boris, as jumped up from my chair. "I fucking KNOW THAT!" Boris almost yelled. "Im gona call Vostok over the intercom, and tell him radio a warning to Moscow!" And with that, Boris started to yell over the intercom, forward gunshots could be heard.
Civil war erupted on the K-495, this was it, the beginning of the end. Vostok got his call out to Moscow, who in turn warned the USA. In 30 minutes US aircrafts would attack the sub.
I opened the hatch leading from out of the missile compartment into the control room, it was open just a crack, but I could see a fur, one supporting the admiral, ready with a AK-47 squatting in the passageway. His ears were back, tail limp, face grim, eyes dark. I opened the hatch a bit more, and he fired. The gunshots echoed off the steal hull, the sound amplifying to almost deafening in the close space. I slammed the hatch shut, shaken, but ok, the bullets just bounced off the hatch, but it still scared the shit out of me. "You ok?" Boris asked, a handgun in his paws, his ears back, his body shaking. "Yeah.. Im fine" I said, catching my breath, then wiping my face. "Lets see if we can get on deck, I know the engin compartment is held by Dmitriy. He's with us, not the admiral." I said, shaking at my close call. "Good idea, lock that hatch and lets go, I have gotten most of the missiles sabotaged, only tube three will fire, I just cant get that tube to not work" he said, still shaking. I did as he said, nodding fast, panting hard, and locked the hatch, he opened the one on the other side of the compartment, and stepped through it.
Compartment 5 was calmer then the missile chambre, most of the furs who supported us were in there. Except Gustav and Vostok, they were stuck in the control compartment, I prayed to my self that they were ok, but.. I didn't know, last I heard, Vostok had locked him self into the radio room, and, as for Gustav, I didn't know. We made our way through compartment 5, a few bodies of furs who supported the admiral laid on the ground. There blood staining the deck, flowing forth, crimson, reflecting the stark light of the bulbs. There was a fur holding his intestines in with his paws, he looked at me, into my eyes, blood dripped from his open mouth, his arms and shirt covered in it. "The .. The traitors got me.." he whispered, a bubble of blood forming in his mouth. I nodded as I walked past him, "you did good, comrade, you're a hero of Russia." he nodded weakly, as Boris and I walked pasted, into the engin compartment.
In the engin compartment was Dmitriy, holding a AK-47, "Comrades! Good to see your well!" he said, as we entered the compartment. "Good to be here" I panted, still shaken up. "Were going to try to get on deck, and into the forward compartments through the bow hatch" I told him. He shook his head, and handed me a AK-47, "That's going to be hell, the deck around the conning tower is crawling with furs supporting the admiral, there well armed." he said. "They have Aks, a Sa-7 anti aircraft rocket, and 2 RPGs," he said, walking over to the ladder that let to the hatch. "If your going out on deck, im going first" he said, climbing up on the ladder, and throwing open the hatch. He quickly climbed up, trying to get out, but didn't get far. Gunfire could be heard on deck, and suddenly a torrent of blood gushed down from the opening of the hatch, Dmitriy went limp, then fell back into the sub, blood pored from his shot up face, his aorta spraying blood allover Boris and me. His face was gone, teeth littered the ground. I stared at Dmitriy in horror, he had been one of the best furs I know, now he laid there, dead, a bullet hole even in his ear. I looked up at the hatch, a cold feeling going through my body. Blood oozed down from the hatch, dripping down, and coating the ladder. "Oh...god.." Boris said., faintly, just murmuring the words.
I shook, I was scared, Dmitriy was the one fur I thought would be able to stop the up-rising. Now he laid there, in a puddle of blood and brain matter, shot down by a coward, a traitor to the soviet union. "Boris, we have to do something.." I said.. My eyes locked on the open hatch, "but..Uri, what about Dmitriy, I don't want to end up like him" he said, his tail between his legs. "You wont, Boris," I said, stepping un the ladder, inches away from the opening, I peeked out, and saw them. There were ten furs crouched by the conning tower, one saw me and fired, I ducked quickly, the bullets bounced and hit the open hatch. I shook, and held my breath, jumping up and shooting my AK, before ducking down, I didn't hit anyone, but something had caught my eye, in the distance.
The jets, the jets were coming, the American jets were coming, they'd stop this revolt. I peeked out again, and saw the first jet come over. The furs on deck stood and fired at the jet, but the jet fired back. There bullets caused a torrent to arise in the waters off the sub, huge splashes rose up as the first of the 20mm bullets hit the water. The bullets hit the sub, cracking loud as they bounced off. Then they found the furs, the bullets ripping into them, shattering the guns, clumps of fur flew into the air, huge drops of blood spattered all over the conning tower, on the deck. The furs flopped about, being tossed and dismembered, the bullets ripping into them, tarring them apart, there innards flopping out, arms and legs being blown off. There blood running off the sub, turning the water off the conning tower red, as if the sub it self was bleeding. Then it was over the jet flew past, the second jet started its run. It came in lower, slower then the first, I wasn't sure what it was doing, before I heard the it. The noise was a horrible ear splitting scream, and the multiple rockets shot towards the sub. Plums of white smoke following them, some hit the sub, exploding, or going through the sub. The explosions rocked and tossed the sub. One rocket passed through the hull, into the engin compartment where we were standing, it exploded, throwing the right engin across the compartment, the Boris whs thrown forward, slamming into the ladder. The force knocked me down, i fell off the ladder, onto the body of Dmitriy, my ears were ringing. Thick smoke enveloped the compartment, I couldn't see much, or hear at all, " BORIS" I yelled, " BORIS, ARE YOU OK?!" "N-no.." he gasped, I blinked and sat up, I could see Boris laying there, trembling, covered in blood. I crawled over to him, and saw that his legs were gone, completely blown off. "Oh god.. Boris.. Your hurt.." I said, holding him, hugging him, "your.. Your hit too Uri.." he said, and I was. I was cut in many places, my chest felt heavy, I tore off my shirt, there was a large gash across my chest, it wasn't deep, I couldn't feel it. I didn't know why, but right now I was worried about Boris.
His legs, there were gone, I could see that, through the smoke, his paws were shaking, ears twitching, I was covered in blood, holding him there,leaning his up against the body of Dmitriy, laying in a puddle of blood, our blood. At first Boris looked at me, tried to smile, but I could see he was in horrible pain, covered in blood. "Uri.." I said, panting, "get help, try to get into compartment 5" he said, faintly. I nodded, and ran to the closed hatch, twisting the lever to open it, but it wouldn't budge, I banged into the hatch, with my shoulder, trying to force the hatch open,, no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't open. "It wont open, Boris" I said, running back to him. "Then," he said, " lets get into the stern torpedo room," "alright," I said, picking him up, and caring me to the rear hatch, I pounded on the hatch, and it opened. "Good GOD!" the fur who opened, the hatch said, as I helped Boris into the compartment. "What happened in there?!". "Rocket.. It came through the hull.." I panted, this compartment the one we were heading intp was the electric motor room. It was almost full of about 20 furs, they helped me , helped get Boris in, and laid him against the wall. One of them started to wrap his stubs of legs with a torn up shirt. "Gaa...comrade..." he winced "oh man..." I started to pant, as I started to feel the pain in my chest, one of the furs ran over to me, and started to wrap my chest u. I looked over at Boris, he was going into shock. The sub started to list, and creak, one of the furs shut and locked the hatch leading into the engin compartment, and the furs took Boris aft, into the stern torpedo compartment, where he died. They loaded Boris's limp mangled body into the one stern torpedo tube, I left the compartment as they started to do this, not wanting to watch. I heard the whoosh, and he shudder of the sub. They fired his body out one tube, we need all the free space we could get, Boris was a hero, though he didn't get the burial he deserved, he would always be a hero.
Chapter 5
Soon after fleeing into the stern compartment, the lights went out, the furs in the electric motor room started to tinker with the generator, the lights flickered on again, but, went out shortly after. The generator was dead, like Dmitriy, and Boris, it was dead, the furs working on it didn't know why, but it wouldn't start up, the power outage was local, the electrical panel showed that the bow of the sub still had power. So I sat there, with the rest of the still living crew in the cold, and dark, it was silent, all you could hear is the breathing of furs in close quarters, cramped into to compartments in the stern of a evil sub. "Oh god.." someone murmured in the dark. Some one started to pray, another lit a cigarette, the glowing end lit up his face a little, he was crying, scared, we were all scared. "We can't stay here" I said, standing up, and squeezing my way to the hatch that led into the engin room. "If we can get out side, and get to the bow hatch, maybe, maybe we can stop the launch." At first, the only response I got was just some grumbles and mutters of depressed furs. " Comrades! Are you all Cowards?" I said, out loud into the dark. This got some mutterers at first, then some supportive yells, " Onward! Comrades! For the mother land!" I yelled, throwing open the hatch into the engin room, getting hit with the smoke and heat. I turned and looked behind me, standing there, ears back, tails wagging, holding assorted guns, stood 18 furs, ready to follow me to hell and back.
I climbed up the ladder, and climbed out the open hatch, squinting my eyes, as I looked across the deck. The deck was empty of life, just a few mangled corpses laid on deck, there were bits of fur, matted with blood splattered across the deck, the water still red. Off in the distance sat a American aircraft carrier, and a pawfull of destroyers, ready to pounce. I crouched next to the hatch, and signaled for the other furs to come up, "comrade Uri," one said, as he crouched next to me, "how are we going to get in? Through the bow hatch? Or the conning tower hatch?" He asked. I thought, "both, comrade, you take nine furs and go in through the bow hatch, il take the other eight and go into the conning tower." he saluted, and ran over to a group of furs, "you nine, with me," he said, before leading them to the bow. I pointed to the others, " come on, were going to try to get in on the conning tower hatch" and with that, I ran off, almost sliping in the blood that coated the deck, towards the conning tower.
I leaned up against the conning tower, out of the sun, and caught my breath, as the other furs followed me. I heard gunshots, and looked towards the bow, the other group had the bow hatch open, and were firing down into it. I smiled, my tail waging, as I thought we may actually succeeded in reclaiming the sub. " Onward! Comrades!" I yelled, looping the AK-47s strap over my shoulder, tossing it on my back, as I started to climb the ladder. About halfway up, the sub started to shake, as the hum or strong hydraulic arms opened the three mighty hatches atop the conning tower. "They were getting ready to try and fire the missiles" I yelled down at the fur below me, he nodded and smiled, "we will stop them, comrade" and with that, we kept climbing. Upon reaching the top, I climbed and pulled my self into the empty bridge, the sub shuddered, they were going to try to fire the first missile.
I helped the first fur into the bridge, when it happened. There was a horrible scream, and the sub shuddered, I was tossed back, falling down, in the bridge, I huge torrent of steam shot out of the first missile tube, the nose of the first missile peaking out of the tube, before dropping back in, with a loud crash, the hatch, slamming shut. Boris had did it, he had sabotaged the missile, it wouldn't fire, it wouldn't rain its death upon a un-suspecting city. I got up, and started to help the other furs up, and in to the bridge. "Damn, comrade!" one of the sailors said, " what the hell happened?!" he asked. "The missile" I said, "it didn't fire!" I said with joy, "it miss-fired! This is wonderful!" The other furs gave up a yell, "HURRAH" they yelled, ready to go into the sub. The hatch was un-locked, and opened easily, dropped down, into the armored action center, a cold wet room, painted a flat black, windows on one side, gun and flag lockers on the other side. . "Are you ready, comrades?" I asked, as one of the furs bent down, getting ready to open the hatch that led into the control compartment. "Yes comrade!" one said, " for mother Russia!" and with that, the crouching fur, ears back, tail straight, threw open the hatch.
I looked down the sights of my AK-47, at the admiral, standing right below the hatch, he was smiling his tail wagging, paws on his hips, wearing his crisp white officers uniform, upon hearing the hatch open, he looked up at me, the smile fading from his face, his tail going limp, the paws falling from his hips. I squeezed the trigger, the AK firing, the bullets ripping into the face of the evil admiral, bright red blood staining his crisp white uniform, blood seeping down his shirt, as he fell limply to the ground. His body laid there, the blood pooling around him, soaking into his uniform, slowly turning it a deep crimson red. With that, I stepped back, as the retaliatory gun fire came up at the hatch, the bullets bouncing off it, one or two coming through, hitting the fur next to me in the chest, he yelped, and stumbled back. One of the sailor, the one who opened the hatch, was sitting there, holding a smoke grenade, used for signaling, now to be used to mask out entrance. He grinned, and pulled the pin, the thick red smoke started to shoot out a hole in the top, the chuckled and dropped it into the compartment below us, letting the cramped compartment, quickly filling.
Just as I singled the furs to drop into the compartment, the sound of a hatch being thrown open, and the loud thundering of gun fire reverberated through the sub. Then all was quite, "Comrade Uri? Don't shoot, we have the room secured.""Vlad? That you?" I yelled down, cautious of any traps. "Yeah, Uri, your friends un-locked us from the bow torpedo compartment" he yelled, "they gave us guns, we wanted to help." I smiled, my tail waging as I turned to the furs crowed behind me. " we did it men, we took back the sub." They let out a yell, tails waging, and started to drop down into the control compartment.
Chapter 6
It was over, we all thought, we prevented Armageddon, we would go back to the soviet union heros. But it wasn't to be.
"Alright comrades," I said, as the smoke cleared, "is vostok alive? Tell him to get on the radio and call Moscow, tell them everything is under control." There was much commotion, as the sailors called out for Vostok. Vostok was alive, he had locked him self in the radio compartment, and waited out the gun battle. "Already on it Uri!" Vostok yelled from the radio room, I was glad Vostok was alive, sadly, Gustav wasn't he was killed in the coup in the beginning of the take over, shot in the back of the head, he never knew he was going to die. "Uri! We have a problem!" Vostok yelled, "Get in here now!" I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd of furs, who were trying to get the sub running. I got to the radio room, and stuck my head in,"What is it Vostok?" Vostok looked scared, "its Moscow.. They don't care hat we saved the sub... where all traitors to the, for letting this happen, we can't leave.. We can't go back to Russia. They have asked the Americans to sink the sub, and us with it." he said., his face grave, ears limp, tail curled under his chair. "All right then, Vostok, we will dive the boat."
"Comrades!" I said, standing in the middle of the control compartment, the body's of the true traitors being cared away, "Moscow, has abandoned us!" I yelled, "there having the Americans sink the sub, we can't let that happen, im taking control, and I say, we dive the sub!" Some of the furs just looked at me, with shocked expressions on there sad faces. "B-but...Uri, diving the sub will cause it to sink..." some fur said. "Im aware of that, comrade, but.. I rather die at my own paw, then the paws of the imperialist bastard's." I said, smashing my fist onto the sonar consol. "Close the hatches, make ready to dive!" I ordered, although I wasn't the highest ranking fur left on the sub, I had some how, assumed power of the boat. "Yes sir" one of the furs said, a small smile on his haggard muzzle, his tail waging slowly.
I looked about the compartment, burnt out, and tired furs looked back, there eyes were hollow, there ears limp, some laid flat against there head, others, at odd angles, there tails limp, some curled around there owners leg, others just hung still. The hatches were shut, with a clang, a few furs managed to force open the stuck hatch leading from compartment 5 into the engin room. The stern hatch was shut, "were buttoned up" came over the intercom, I nodded, and stared at the American destroyer that was closing in fast at us, through a hole in the hull. "Alright furs," I said, " set the sub in dive mode, then retreat to the compartments that are still water tight." I said, several furs saluted, and started to work at the remaining controls, while others went into the bow torpedo compartment, and sealed them selves in, locking the hatch behind them. "Sir, were diving" one of the furs said, the few remaining furs started to run aft, towards the electric motor room, and the stern torpedo compartment, the last air tight compartments in the sub. I looked about the control compartment one last time, bullet holes were in the walls, shell casings littered the floor, wires and pipes hung broken on the walls, a sense of dread, a cold feeling, was in the room. I looked one last time out the dinner plate sized hole in the hull, at the Americans, they were going to kill us, yet we saved them, how sad. I thought, before heading aft.
So this was it, we were condemned to die in a steel tube, a cold steel coffin, the Americans would try to sink the sub, but we would do it first, and we would die, un-known heros, un-recognized by the Soviet Union, abandoned by them.
I was the last fur in the electric motor compartment, and locked the hatch, as the sub started to dive, the floor at a angle, lose objects rolling across it. "So this is it," some fur said. "Good buy world." Yes.. Good buy world, the sub shuddered, and began dive, water flooding in through the holes, sinking her. Water flowed like the blood of the fallen sailors into the control compartment, then, through the hatch left opening into the missile compartment. The control compartment, the galley, my cabin, full of water, cold, dark water, mixed with blood, putting out the few fires, but pulling the sub down. Soon, the sub started to go under, being powered by one propeller, powered by one electric motor, diving the sub one last time. The water soon crashed over the deck, washing away the blood and bodies, almost as if cleaning the sins away, washing the evil off the sub. Bubbles rushed from the ballast tanks, and the holes in the hull, the ocean lapping hungrily at the conning tower, and then, the K-495 dove, carrying all of us, those who were still alive, down into the depths, the water quickly filling the missile compartment, and compartment 5, the bow compartments, the galley, radio room, and crew cabins flooded. The water folwed into the already flooding engin compartment filling it fast, splashing up against the sealed bulkhead door, the only door that kept the water out. But the door couldn't stop the water, , in the engin room the water got into the ventilation system, now it was unstoppable. It poured through the vents into the electric motor compartment, and the stern torpedo compartment, the two compartments where we were, where we were condemned to, where we would stay for eternity, locked in a steel tomb, never again to see the light of day.
A few of the furs panicked, a few screams and yells could be heard from both rooms, one fur desperately pounded on the hatch leading to the engin compartment, where the only way to get out of the sub was, but the force of the water held the hatch shut, held it like it was welded. Some furs prayed, calling out to god to save them, they condemned the admiral, and the sub, begging forgiveness for there sins. They begged to be spared, to go back to there families in the Soviet Union, but god either didn't hear them, or ignored them. Others took it, and excpeted there faith, they sat there, a few glows from cigarettes could be seen in the dark, glowing, little stars in the cold dark compartment, as the water rose, they started to go out, one by one. I sat there, leaning against the cold wall at the farthest back in the sub that I could get, the water splashing over my lap, over my legs, and up against my chest. It was rising fast, swallowing us up, the electrical motor compartment already full of water, some of the furs from there had smashed there way into this torpedo room, trying to stay alive..
But it was no use. The ocean flooded in, the air left, I sat there, holding my breath, calm, knowing not to fight it, I could feel a fur next to me trashing about, desperately trying to claw his way through the hull and get out. But Soon, he grew still, everyone grew still, yet I held on, surrounded by the dead, my breath growing shorter. Then the breath reflex kicked in, and I took a big gulp of seawater, it filled my lungs, choking my brain, and all grew dark.
Twenty minutes later the K-495 landed in the soft mud of the bottom of the ocean, to rest there, for ever banished form the light of day, its crew cold and dead, never to see sunlight again, they were for ever to roam the seas on the K-495, a sub only fit for hell...the K-495, the devils boat.
For many years, the sub would lay there, un-disturbed, her and her crew forgotten, erased from the US and Soviet archives, the K-495 had ceased the exist, one day, in the year of 1967 the K-495 held the fait of the world in its grips.
(btw i wront this after watching the movie K-19  )
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