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SunScream
09 Dec 06, 06:04
The relatively dull bit :)
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Rurik had wallowed back to Vladivostock, arriving at the edge of the sea-ice four days after the battle. She followed the icebreaker back into harbour, growlers snarling against the hull and carrying tons of ice aloft in the rigging, and was immediately ordered into the dry dock for repairs. There, while draining the dock, a bulkhead rivet had failed as the water pressure in the flooded compartments exceeded that outside. This had blown a section of plating outwards and dumped the contents of the still partially filled forward boiler room into the dock. Coal, wood and the bodies of men who had been unfortunate to have been trapped when the ship had been torpedoed had been also been washed out. Most alarming of all was the discovery, when the dock was dry and the damage was being inspected, of the unexploded warhead of a Japanese eighteen inch torpedo wedged in the plating outboard of the engine room. Two unsmiling torpedo specialists had squeezed into the hole and disarmed the warhead, although dropping it onto the concrete floor of the dock had caused consternation at the time. In reality Rurik had not been badly knocked about in the battle. The damage had been diminished simply because the heel of the ship as she attempted to turn under full rudder had meant the torpedoes had struck the armoured belt instead of beneath it. Nontheless, the torn plating and flooding was concentrated amidships on either side and there was some relief that her back had not broken.

In the early morning of March 3rd Rossiya and Gromoboi cleared the harbour and disappeared over the horizon. For hours after noon there was a distant rumbling and as night fell the two armoured cruisers followed the icebreaker back to the port, having given an object lesson in why protected cruisers should not tangle with their armoured cousins. Four Japanese cruisers had gone to the bottom, one in an immense fireball which blown the ship to pieces. Three destroyers had also been sunk. However, the Japanese had not just been taught a lesson, they had given lessons of their own too. They had demonstrated just how fearlessly determined they were to strike at their enemy and also how devestatingly accurate their gunnery could be. All the Japanese had been concentrated on Rossiya, which had been hit so many times in places it was impossible to separate one shellhole or gouge in the plating from it's neighbour. Forty-eight dead and nearly three hundred wounded to varying degrees. Half the gun crews had suffered injuries, but the belt and deck armour had not been penetrated once. Gromoboi had suffered a solitary hit, an over.
With the local infirmaries full of Rossiya's injured, Rurik found herself stripped of men as they were reassigned to Rossiya's muster. Lieutenant Ivanov found himself training newly arrived landsmen how to be sailors.

Rurik's dry dock became a scene of activity for weeks. Sounds of rivetting, hammering and sawing, the rattling of chains as cranes moved plating about, the chugging of steam engines echoed across the harbour and the town, only muted by the all too frequent falls of snow. Heated debate broke out in the dockyard about Rurik's boilers and ridiculous sailing rig, but it was decided to retain both the rig and the cylindrical boilers, much to the disgust of many of the ship's officers.

Reports filtered in from Port Arthur and elsewhere. The Japanese had earlier successfully spirited away their two new Italian built cruisers despite legal wranglings by various nations and they had arrived in theatre.
Admiral Stark was still demonstrating his previously unsuspected strategic acumen and aggressively mining possible Japanese sea lanes and ports, including a very contraversial mining of the waters outside WeiHaiWei.
On the seventh of March he had sent the Fast Battle Squadron of Retvisan, Pobieda, and Peresviet out to mine Chenampo, which they did in the small hours of the eighth. An hour before sunrise they encountered the already reduced Chitose cruiser squadron and managed to batter Chitose severely. Just as Chitose was starting to slow due to damage, Commodore Lazarov in Retvisan surprisingly signalled the squadron to break off and return to Port Arthur. The Japanese disappeared into the gloom. At daybreak the whole Japanese battlefleet was revealed just outside gun range astern. The Fast Battle Squadron returned to Port Arthur unharmed.
At dawn on the 10th March the people of Vladivostock discovered that Askold had arrived during the night. She had sailed from Port Arthur on the 6th and carved a path of destruction towards her new base. Two gunboats, two torpedo boats and two marus sunk, three neutrals captured.
Every day the icebreaker and it's attendent destroyer roved back and forth across Amur Bay, a lifeline to raiders seeking sanctuary.
Occasionally the other ships of the augmented Vladivostock Squadron appeared, coaled, rearmed, were patched up if neccesary then left again.

Bitter winter began to hint of spring. The ice began to retreat, snowstorms became sleet then rain. The frozen roads around the town turned to mud. Every few days another trainload of war materiel arrived, but it was never enough. On March 19th the town rang with thunderous crashing and booming noises that lasted for the next two days. The ice was breaking up. With the ice going the Vladivostock rail lifeline became vunerable, running just by the shore, so the destroyers began patrolling Amur Bay to deter the Japanese from bombarding the line.

Gromoboi and Rossiya ran headlong into two Japanese armoured cruisers at night off Niigata and enventually escaped after a three hour running battle having wrecked Asama's forward turret and set her on fire. They returned safely to Vladivostok although the two forces made intermittent contact all the way back. March 26th saw the destruction of Chitose outside Port Arthur by a lurking Fast Battle Squadron, leaving just two cruisers in the blockade force.

On 1st April Rurik went back into the water and was moored up for her final repairs. On the evening of 3rd April the Fast Battle Squadron left Port Arthur on a mining mission. Three hours later a fire damaged Retvizan returned to port. Just over an hour later Peresviet, also damaged, dropped anchor alongside. Alarm was setting in until, three hours later still, Pobieda returned, with only minor damage. The Chitose squadron was no more, but the remaining two ships had inflicted tremendous damage before their demise.

Finally patched up, Angara sailed from Port Arthur on 7th April. She sailed for the east coast of Japan and caused havoc. Two auxiliary cruisers sunk, two Marus sunk and no less than eleven neutrals carrying goods that could be considered contraband captured. By 11th April she was near Hakodate and low on ammunition. Rossiya and Gromoboi went out to escort her through the strait to Vladivostock, but she never appeared. The two armoured cruisers waited as long as they dared but Angara failed to show.

Back at Vladivostock, there was still no sign of the boiler components Rurik needed to complete her repairs. It was not until the 13th April, with spring breaking out all around and the occasional iceberg on the horizon, that the train with these vital components arrived. By the next morning the Captain was able to report that Rurik was ready for sea. In the afternoon Rossiya and Gromoboi returned, without Angara, but with news that the Chiyoda squadron had been encountered in the dark and destroyed. In the evening Rurik's crew was recalled to the ship. They were under orders to sail for Port Arthur.

SunScream
09 Dec 06, 06:11
By the afternoon of April 16th Rurik was approaching Fusan, having just entered the area where they had run into Hai-Yen last time. To the east Variag was running interference and reporting numerous contacts with Japanese forces, which were lead a merry dance about the ocean by the faster Russian cruiser. It was not altogether welcome when the lookouts reported a ship on the horizon. Was it Hai-Yen? The range wound down. Even at eighteen knots it took nearly an hour before the target could be identified as a Japanese merchant.

"We appear to have a fight on our hands", commented the Captain as a three-pounder shell dropped into the water close to Rurik's side. The Japanese merchants were renown for not surrendering, their crews even jumping out of their lifeboats if a Russian ship tried to pick them up.
"Yes, sir." Ivanov focussed his binoculars on the stern of the fleeing merchant, but was unable to read the name. A gunner on the maru leaned his shoulder into the rest on one of the three-pounder guns and there was a stab of flame. The shell landed some distance away.
"Range?"
"Two thousand, two hundred, sir."
"Let's see how well you have been drilling the gun crews, Mr Ivanov. Port eight inch open fire."
The guns roared. Two shell splashes rose from right next to the target, one either side.
"Very good. Port ten. Guns may fire as they bear."
Rurik began to turn to starboard. Presented with a bigger target, the Maru scored a hit somewhere on Rurik's side. Rurik's reply was much more devestating. A six inch hit smashed into the merchant right aft, blasting plating outwards and obliterating the name from the stern.
"Midships."
The next six inch salvo coincided with the eight inch. Ivanov only counted two shell splashes. Hatch covers disintegrated in a fountain of splinters. Smoke began to pour from the aftermost cargo hold. As Rurik drew alongside the guns tore the enemy to pieces. Guns were surrounded by their fallen crews. A whole section of side plating fell away, revealing a shambles of wrecked cabins. Steam mixed in with the funnel smoke. A lone officer on the bridge wing repeatedly fired a pistol at Rurik before throwing the empty weapon into the sea.
"Enemy's speed is falling off, sir. It is about seven knots at the moment."
There was a distinct list developing.
"Put a torpedo into her."
"Aye Aye, Sir."
The torpedo hit just forward of the superstructure, and water cascaded over the side. The ship seemed to sag.
"Speed is now less than three knots, sir. I imagine they have lost steerage."
"Cease fire." The Captain smiled. "Well done, Mr Ivanov. Your training appears to have been effective."
As Rurik drew ahead it could be seen there was activity on the port side of the merchant. A lifeboat began to descend towards the sea.
"We will leave them be", said the Captain. "It is not too far to shore, and the ship is clearly finished."
The crews secured the guns and went for their tea, with a lot of smiles, jokes and laughter. Behind them the merchant shrank into the distance. Ivanov scanned the horizon with his binoculars, ever alert for danger. As he looked aft he was just in time to catch sight of the bows of the merchant disappear under the water. He walked over to the log sheet and noted "Japanese merchant sank at", he checked his watch, "sixteen forty-seven."
Rurik sailed on.

At 0100 on the 18th Ivanov watched the distant lights of WeiHaiWei slide past. Everything seemed peaceful at the end of his watch.
He was briefly awoken at daybreak by the engines increasing speed, but as nothing else seemed to be happening and he was not called, he drifted back to sleep.
He breakfasted with the Chief Engineer.
"The lead ship is Retvizan. I have a friend in him. Behind is Peresviet and Pobieda brings up the rear. Apparently they have been out mining Chenampo. We had just met up when the Japanese fleet was sighted."
"How do you find out all these things before breakfast?" Ivanov alternated looking at the engineer and out the scuttle at the battleships steaming hard a thousand yards away.
"Ahh, Ivanov, the engineering grapevine is far more efficient than that of the command staff!", the engineer waved his pipe about, "Also my cabin is very close to the bridge. Almost too close. I overhear a lot."
"They need you on hand in case they need a nut tightening in a hurry."
"It is complicated, tightening a nut. Not a task for a mere assistant engineer. Still, they have the siren for waking me up. Why do they always put the siren right next to the chief engineers cabin? I can never sleep when it is foggy."
"It's so you know your place. We can't have upstart engineers dictating how the ship should be run." Ivanov glanced at the wardroom clock and put his empty cup down on the shaking table. "I have to go on watch."
"Try to keep away from the Japanese", said the engineer with a grin as Ivanov stood to leave. "I hear we're outnumbered. If you feel we engineers are not doing our job you can always set sail."

Although the Japanese had the ability, they had not the inclination to close. The fast armoured cruisers remained at the tail end of the formation, following the battleships which were unable to gain on the Russians. Rurik had tagged onto the back of the battle squadron and headed south, away from the Japanese, but also away from the safety of Port Arthur. An hour passed, then another.
Ivanov wondered whether they would be chased all the way back to Vladivostock. After a while Commodore Lazarov began making a few inexplicable course changes. The Russian squadron weaved a few thousand yards in one direction, came back a thousand, steadied on a new heading. Behind, the Japanese turned in pursuit.
"Do you think it will work?", asked the Chief Engineer. He propped himself against the wing rail and gazed into the haze aft.
"Will what work? What are you doing up here anyway? Shouldn't you be off oiling an boiler or something?"
"I'm just seeing how the other half live. The Commodore is attempting to entice the enemy over a minefield. If we get it right then boom! No more Admiral Togo."
Ivanov peered through his binoculars at the distant warships, most of them hull down. "That's assuming the lead ship is Mikasa and Togo is aboard. I can't quite make out the Admiral's uniform from here."
"You have to turn that little wheel. It helps you focus."
"A minefield? Are you claiming that the engineering grapevine connects us to Retvizan now?"
"No, but did you think the Commodore was ordering all those course changes because he had become mad?"
"I thought you had presented him with some of your vodka."
The run south continued.

"Somethings happening."
The lead Japanese ship, a battleship, had begun to turn. Behind it another was also turning, but the opposite way.
Over the next few minutes the Japanese line dissolved into chaos. The Russians gradually drew away from the muddle and once out of sight Commodore Lazarov altered course. The next time they sighted Japanese ships was as they approached Port Arthur in the late afternoon, with the Japanese astern. The enemy attempted to close, but as before they could not gain on the Russians.
As the Retvizan approached the harbour entrance they were lead in by a pilot boat, pouring smoke as it tried to maintain speed with the rushing battleships.
It was the first sight of Port Arthur for Ivanov. There was the headland, the town opposite and the outer roadstead, separated from the inner harbour by the twisting spit known as the Tiger's Tail. Just behind the town were the hills that protected the harbour from the worst of the weather topped with their rows of fortifications. At the mouth of the harbour were the wrecks of merchant ships with which the Japanese had unsuccessfully tried to trap the Russian fleet over the first few weeks after the surprise attack.
They had very nearly succeeded, except the shore batteries had managed to disable each one before it could be sunk in too dangerous a position. Around the port was now a hugely complex series of minefields that precluded any further attempt to seal the entrance. Amongst them were the upper works of Pallada and wreck markers where Novik had succumbed to her wounds and Boyarin had died along with almost all of her crew. Rurik picked her way into the inner harbour, crowded with its trots of destroyers, various minelayers and clippers, the slow battle squadron of Poltava, Sevastapol and Pobieda. Close to the beach was the crippled Tsessarevitch, with a cofferdam holding the water back from the workers repairing the damage inflicted on the 9th February. The small armoured cruiser Bayan lay alongside the docks with mangled eight inch turrets and much of one funnel missing, caused by a night action with the Chitose squadron. Rurik picked up her assigned buoy and came to a halt. The Captain rang down "Finished with engines" as a pair of barges approached and the dreaded call went out - "All hands to coal ship."

Ivanov and a group of Rurik's officers sat in Bayan's wardroom having dinner with their opposite numbers who had invited them over. Gossip flowed around the table, opinions on the war, the character of the commanders of both forces, what Stoessel should be doing differently, the nature of the damage inflicted on Bayan by the Chitose squadron.
"Admiral Stark is doing just what we need, said Bayan's First Lieutenant. "Ambushing their pickets, mining every bolt hole the Japanese can use as a base that is close to Port Arthur. We even have been mining WeiHaiWei because the Japanese may sequester it as a naval base. If they do then Port Arthur will be completely cut off from the sea."
"Surely the Chinese would not allow it?"
"The Chinese?" scoffed one of Bayan's gunnery officers. "The Chinese are powerless. Oh, they may not like the Japanese but the Yalu was not so long ago that they can ignore the consequences of taking the Japanese on. If push came to shove I believe they would cave in without a fight. It is probably only the danger of upsetting neutrals that has prevented it from happening so far."
"Great Britain?"
"Activly helping the Japanese! They say they're not, but these contraband ships, British, British, British. Do they help Korea? No. Do they request the Japanese stop what they are doing? No. They build ships for the Japanese, they train the Japanese, they arm the Japanese. Admiral Togo was taught at a British naval college!"
"At least we are capturing these contraband ships and sinking the Marus."
"Yes! The enemy are stalled in Korea due to lack of supplies and equipment. A toast to Rurik and the Vladivostock Squadron!"
There was a distant thud and then a knock on the door. A breathless midshipman entered.
"Sir, Retvizan, Peresviet, Pobieda and Rurik are flying the recall signal."
Ivanov and the other Ruriks prepared to leave.
"Thank you for your hospitality. We will return the favour when we can."
"We look forward to it. Enjoy your trip round the bay."

Bullethead
15 Jan 07, 19:34
Let's have some more of this ;).

SunScream
29 Jan 07, 15:00
I can barely believe that was nearly two months ago.
Oh well, I am still writing it up - next section imminent.