Convoy attack…featuring a psychic British Frigate!

FrankTheTank586 · 01-06-15, 03:41 PM

It's March of 1945 in the North Atlantic on a rather stormy night. I'm in my trusty Type XXI submarine on my 5th patrol in it. I had just cut a swathe through a huge Allied convoy, sinking a large cargo, an ore carrier, a pair of large merchants, and a whale factory ship. And the escorts struggled to find me amongst all the chaos. For awhile, at least.

I was extremely happy with the results. Those ships totaled roughly 50,000 tons. Unfortunately, the escorts were not happy at all about this, and they proceeded to try and hunt me down. Being the cocky idiot I was, I just thought to myself. "Oh, I have plenty of acoustic torpedoes! I can sink them all no problem!"

Well, one of the escorts, a frigate, passed right over me and destroyed all the systems in the watchtower except the radar warning receiver: the snorkel, the radar, both periscopes, and the radio antenna. Not to mention that attack also took out my port side electric motor.

So now, I was dealing with 4 escorts all searching for me on 74% realism (no manual targeting, external view still enabled, weapon officer assistance enabled), no ability to defend myself with both periscopes destroyed, and one electric motor destroyed.

So for a good hour of real time, because I had not saved and was so determined to keep my tonnage, I desperately tried to shake them off. At one point, I managed to put about half a mile or so of distance between myself and the escorts. Three of the four gave up and went back to the convoy, but the frigate that had picked me up initially and depth charged me, somehow, someway, from HALF A MILE AWAY managed to make a beeline straight for me (I guess he heard the engines running at flank somehow) when I had my stern pointed directly at him (I was going 13 knots with one engine out, surprisingly) and he just kept hounding me and hounding me until dawn in the game. Well, by now, one of his friends had joined the hunt. Thankfully, however, right about that time, he lost contact with me. I was so nervous he was going to establish contact for about the 4th time, but thankfully he didn't, and I sped away. I managed to limp all the way back to Bergen from the southwestern tip of England without further incident. The total patrol tonnage came to roughly 78,000.

Thoughts, anyone?

01-06-15, 03:41 PM	#1
FrankTheTank586 Watch Join Date: Oct 2014 Posts: 21 Downloads: 57 Uploads: 0	Convoy attack…featuring a psychic British Frigate! It's March of 1945 in the North Atlantic on a rather stormy night. I'm in my trusty Type XXI submarine on my 5th patrol in it. I had just cut a swathe through a huge Allied convoy, sinking a large cargo, an ore carrier, a pair of large merchants, and a whale factory ship. And the escorts struggled to find me amongst all the chaos. For awhile, at least. I was extremely happy with the results. Those ships totaled roughly 50,000 tons. Unfortunately, the escorts were not happy at all about this, and they proceeded to try and hunt me down. Being the cocky idiot I was, I just thought to myself. "Oh, I have plenty of acoustic torpedoes! I can sink them all no problem!" Well, one of the escorts, a frigate, passed right over me and destroyed all the systems in the watchtower except the radar warning receiver: the snorkel, the radar, both periscopes, and the radio antenna. Not to mention that attack also took out my port side electric motor. So now, I was dealing with 4 escorts all searching for me on 74% realism (no manual targeting, external view still enabled, weapon officer assistance enabled), no ability to defend myself with both periscopes destroyed, and one electric motor destroyed. So for a good hour of real time, because I had not saved and was so determined to keep my tonnage, I desperately tried to shake them off. At one point, I managed to put about half a mile or so of distance between myself and the escorts. Three of the four gave up and went back to the convoy, but the frigate that had picked me up initially and depth charged me, somehow, someway, from HALF A MILE AWAY managed to make a beeline straight for me (I guess he heard the engines running at flank somehow) when I had my stern pointed directly at him (I was going 13 knots with one engine out, surprisingly) and he just kept hounding me and hounding me until dawn in the game. Well, by now, one of his friends had joined the hunt. Thankfully, however, right about that time, he lost contact with me. I was so nervous he was going to establish contact for about the 4th time, but thankfully he didn't, and I sped away. I managed to limp all the way back to Bergen from the southwestern tip of England without further incident. The total patrol tonnage came to roughly 78,000. Thoughts, anyone?