Note: For the second half of this update it is recommended that you find a video with the Star Trek VI soundtrack, “Clear all moorings” and play it in the back. Also, this is the last update set in 1942. Say goodbye to the year of the fall of Rome, the last siege of Vienna, the year where half the Axis changed sides. 1943...now that will be interesting. In the Chinese sense.
Chapter 308
It was mid December but the weather in the small anchorage where the Kobayashi Maru lay and awaited some last arrivals was not showing the time of year in this part of the world. The ship itself was sheltered by the camouflage nets and the brushery draped over it.
The latest arrival to join the crew was already causing trouble and irritation among the Officers even though he had not yet arrived.
“Bloody hell Ian, he's a Nip!” Felix yelled. The two were sitting in Ian's cabin that luckily seemed to be at least partially soundproofed as the Marine contingent had yet to break down the door.
“That's painfully obvious, mate.” Ian replied. “I didn't request him, but the Admiral saddled us with him, and frankly I can sort of see the point. I mean look at his service record!”
“I know I know.” Felix said and quoted from memory: “George Takahashi, son of a diplomat's Daughter serving with the Embassy in Tokyo in the twenties, father emigrated from Japan to the United Kingdom when it was suggested by him by certain shade characters in Tokyo that it wasn't proper for a Japanese man to have relations with a foreigner, anglicized name and went through Dartmouth with flying colours and as the third of his class and has been serving on various East Asian appointments, mostly as an interpreter but still has at least some sea duty.”
Felix sighed. “He's still a Japanese by birth and I say we can't trust him!”
“Well, luckily I can and will pull rank.”
“That's your prerogative as CO of this whole bloody mess of course.” Felix said with not much conviction.
“I don't like it, you don't like it and a fiver says no one in the crew likes it either but we are following orders.”
Felix sighed again. “I'll do my best of course. If not for him then for Queen, Country and Service.”
Ian hesitated for a moment, then said: “Well, that's all I can ask for to be honest. Could you do me a favour, Felix? Get the rest of the staff in here.”
The object of the disagreement was very well aware of what awaited him. The Glass ceiling was very much present in the Royal Navy and it had only gotten worse since the damn Militarists had plunged Japan into an this unwinnable war.
Judging by the looks he was getting as he walked through the camp it was only his uniform and status as an Officer that kept him from being knocked over the head. To a certain degree he could not blame them, there was a war on but there was more than hatred for an enemy one was at war with in it, he could feel it.
The Marine at the gangway was thankfully of the sort that would have done the guards in front of Buckingham Palace proud and didn't let his emotions show except for a quick glance at the new arrival's face.
Inside the ship was luckily largely empty, most of the assigned crew and of the Marine contingent were busy loading ammunition and supplies, so it was clear that he and the crew would spend Christmas at sea.
He was happy that he found his way to the CO's Cabin without having to talk to anyone. He knocked.
Inside he found five Officers staring back at him. The cabin was small and incredibly cramped with six people in it but at least Takahashi had the time to study them all without being too obvious about it.
The oldest of the three Naval Officers was clearly the CO and the next in line his Chief of Staff or the Captain of the ship. Others were a Captain of Marines and another Officer without rank insignia but the cap badge of the Special Boat Service. All of them except the youngest Naval Officers wore enough decorations for at least another half dozen men under normal circumstances and Takahashi saw several DSOs and bars for the same in this room alone.
After introductions were exchanged and the Staff, including what had turned out to be the CO's second in Command, had left the cabin Takahashi knew that the real pep talk was coming now. He had heard it five times since the war out here had started and he steeled himself.
“Your record speaks for itself, Lieutenant Takahashi. You served well and from what we were told before you arrived you have always been a loyal servant of the crown. However. We will most certainly engage Japanese forces in open combat on this assignment and I cannot have you feel suddenly unable to shoot at what may be relatives of yours. Do your duty and pull the trigger if need be and we will have no problems with each other. Do anything less than your duty and trust me, I will personally lock you in the cable tier and throw away the key. That is all.”
The crew of the Kobayashi Maru was at last complete.
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On 20th December 1942 HMS Edgehill was due to set sail, less than a week behind schedule. On the bridge where all the Japanese instrumentation had been replaced or re-labelled over the last few months and now at last the ship was on her way, or about to be. She had been towed out of the anchorage but now, in the dark someone had to get the ship past the buoy and out onto the open sea.
Takahashi had the deck and he was well aware that everyone was watching.
The lines were cast off and now...
“Ahead one third.”
“Ahead one third, aye.”
The shudder of the engines increased slightly and the Edgehill increased speed.
“Buoy marker on the left, Sir.”
“Acknowledged.” Takahashi said and glanced at the blacked out map case. No, he had studied the map closely for several hours. He knew that this was a test.
“Come to heading 031.”
“031, aye.”
Felix leaned against the bulkhead near the hatch that led onto the bridge, watching Takahashi and having to admit to himself that the man seemed to know what he was doing. Felix had studied the map himself and it wasn't the easiest part of real estate to have to pilot a ship as cumbersome as the Edgehill through.
He suddenly turned around as he felt Ian pad him on the shoulder and only watched as his friend stepped through the hatch onto the bridge.
“We passed the outer marker, Sir and are about to set the course specified in our orders.”
“Acknowledged, Mr. Takahashi.”
The plan was that the Edgehill would make a dash past the coastal convoy lines during the early morning hours and move past them deep into the Indian Ocean before making for the Andaman Islands from the west, re-fuelling for the run towards Australia.
“Continue on course and have the Officer of the Deck report me when we change for the Andaman Islands.
“Aye aye, Sir.”
Edgehill was cumbersome and slow and it would at the very least be mid-January before they passed the outer defence perimeter but at the very least they would have the chance get this whole blasted mess to work halfway properly. There was nothing wrong with the basic seamanship so far Ian could observe and anyway, he was taking the fight to the enemy and was at sea again to boot.
Felix was probably the only one who knew how much the war had changed him and how devoted he was to his family, but even so he was a sailor at heart.
Though one who's most prized possession was a picture of his wife and his son.
He would have reflected more on this had he known what 1943 held in store for him, Felix and his command. The war would see triumph and catastrophe for the British Empire and her Allies, it would see proud ships sunk, good men killed and no end to the war.
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