The Examination of Commander George

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Rules set: Space: 1889's Sky Galleons of Mars

Miniatures: Sky Galleons of Mars

Setting: British-controlled Mars, late 1889, in the world of Space: 1889




Winchester: Welcome to Whitehall, Commander George.

George: Thank you, sir.

Winchester: I am Admiral Winchester, and this is Rear Admiral Smith.

George: A pleasure, sirs.

Smith: Are you of the Berwickshire Georges?

George: Yes, sir. My father is Sir Reginald George.

Smith: Ah, quite.

Winchester: Please state your command, for the record.

George: Her majesty's skyship Danger, sir. Operating most recently out of Parhoon station, Mars.

Winchester: And what is the disposition of your command at this time?

George: Wrecked, sir. Crashed.

Winchester: Yes, right. And we are here to ascertain the events that led to this unfortunate disposition. On what mission were you engaged at the time?

George: Commerce interdiction, sir. We were attempting to prevent a transaction against the interests of the crown. We encountered resistance.

Winchester: Please recount the events that led you to embark upon this mission.

George: As I have said, sir, I was flying from Parhoon station. We would execute patrols of the wilderness and over the canals, returning no less frequently than one per week. On August the Fourth we returned from one such patrol to encounter an urgent dispatch from Naval Intelligence.

Intelligence had been monitoring vessels of the native Oenotrian Empire's navy. The dispatch related a suspected plot by the Oenotrians to acquire, by proxy, Earth-made naval artillery superior to that which they make themselves.

Smith: From whom were they supposed to be acquiring this artillery?

George: From the Americans, sir.

Winchester: The Americans. Leave it to an American to sell dangerous weapons abroad, what! I suppose we have Cornwallis to thank for all that. Dashed incompetent. Disgrace to the uniform.

Smith: Regrettable that Cornwallis is not here to be examined.

Winchester: Quite. Well, carry on.

George: Commodore Wilkins had ordered interdiction of a pair of merchant vessels believed to be carrying trade goods with which to purchase the guns. They would be unarmed or lightly armed, but would have a considerable escort, either of Oenotrian ships or their hired mercenaries.

The Target: Gun Runners!

The Commodore had assembled three other vessels, HMS Wasp, HMS Hornet, and HMS Honeybee, but had not dispatched them because none of them carried a contingent of marines. He estimated that such large merchantmen could not be secured without a sizeable boarding party.

Smith: Was any consideration given to outfitting those vessels with marines?

George: Yes, sir, but it was deemed impractical due to their small size. They are only scouts, not gunships. Danger has - had - a larger hull, and was thus in the practice of carrying a marine detachment. Not to mention a larger crew overall. The Commodore placed the other three under my orders, and directed us to make best speed to intercept the convoy.

Commander George Forms his Squadron

We were very nearly too late, but we managed to intercept the Martian ships some forty or fifty miles from the rendezvous point. The escorts fell back on our approach, trying to occupy our attentions while their charges slipped away. Fortunately the wind was against them, and our steam-powered vessels could easily outpace the merchantmen. I opted to engage and disable the escorts so that our boarding action would be uninterrupted.

The Martians Refuse to Heave To

At our first shots, one of the escorts ignited and rapidly crashed. The Martians came about and tried to separate us, but I held the flotilla to close formation. We received some fire. But it was clear quite soon that our guns were superior. We sent down two more ships in rapid order. Finally, the last two changed tactics and attempted to grapple the Honeybee.

Winchester: Outnumbered? And they attempted to board you!?

Smith: They fight with spears, don't they?

George: Well, sir, some of them have bows and muskets, though proper rifles are rare. And you must appreciate that, on an Oenotrian screw galley, it takes a very many natives to turn the screws with any sort of force. So when they clear the screw decks, they have many crew to our few.

Winchester: Seems dashed primitive, regardless. Were these grappling attempts successful?

George: One of the ships we destroyed by gunfire before it could close. The other got a successful grapple. The Honeybee engaged with rifle fire and its Nordenfelt guns. The attack was presently broken, and Honeybee's crew proceeded onto the deck of the native vessel.

Winchester: Were there natives visible on the vessel when they did this?

George: I observed at least one figure in the wheelhouse. The deck appeared to be clear of combatants. I could not have said whether there were others belowdecks.

Winchester: What was your intent on boarding the enemy vessel?

George: Honeybee proceeded to board without my express instruction. But I … endorsed the decision. I believed Martian prisoners would be valuable.

Winchester: And what did you do next?

First Blood: Royal Navy

George: I brought the Danger about, and grappled her to the starboard rail of the native vessel.

Winchester: Did Honeybee not have the target in hand?

George: It did, sir.

Winchester: Then what purpose was there in grappling a second vessel to the target?

George: I thought it prudent, sir, to have backup personnel available. In case of an ambush. The Honeybee's full compliment is only 15 men, sir, and they had already taken casualties.

Winchester: And then what happened?

George: The remaining officer, sir, the one I saw in the wheelhouse, at least I assume it was an officer, because he seemed to understand the operation of the trim controls -

Smith: Yes, yes, get on with it.

Commander George makes his Fatal Grapple

George: He canted the vessel's liftwood panels out of the horizontal. All of them. So that the vessel began to rapidly fall. The grapples tore free, but not before the weight of the ship destabilized both the Honeybee and the Danger so that they began to fall as well. Our trimsmen attempted to regain stability by adjusting our own panels, but we were close to the ground - only a few hundred yards - and there was precious little time to act. The Honeybee's trimsman stopped her descent at approximately fifty or sixty yards altitude. She was useless for further action, though, as she'd lost most of her crew when the native vessel hit the surface.

Winchester: What about Danger?

George: My trimsman slowed our descent markedly but … it wasn't enough. We encountered the ground, sir.

Winchester: I see. And what became of the merchantmen?

George: Wasp and Hornet endeavored a pursuit while Honeybee attempted to aid Danger's survivors. But the trade vessels had deployed sweeper guns, and musketmen in the rigging. Without the marines there was no hope for successful boarding. And our orders did not extend to the downing by gunnery of civilian noncombatant ships.

Winchester: They reached their destination, then?

George: I would presume so, sir.

Winchester: Very well, Commander. That will be all.

George: Sir? Will I be considered for another command, sir?

Winchester: We will notify you. Good day, Commander.

To learn the future of Commander George's career, and the continuing tale of the American naval guns, read A Letter from Parhoon.

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