[SIZE=3]The "Battle" of Astara - March 26[/SIZE]
Azeri Motor Launch Stepanakert (off Astara, Azerbaijan)
The Azeri launch Stepanakert plowed through the waters, bathed in the midafternoon sun. Lieutenant Radjabov, the launch's commander, scowled furiously through his Russian-made field glasses.
A Persian airplane - his lookouts identified it as a British-made Stranraer - had been sighted a half hour before, buzzing about off to the south. Radjabov had taken Stepanakert to investigate, and found the source of the problem. A little trawler, no more than two hundred tons, had made a mighty effort to outrun a Jarahi-type MTB - an exercise in futility, seeing that the Persian vessel was nearly thirty knots faster. The chase had, therefore, been quite short, and ended when the trawler ran herself onto a sandbar near the Azeri coast.
Of course, Radjabov thought. The Persians don't want to give her up, but she MIGHT be inside our three-mile limit.
"Ship bearing zero-nine-zero, range indeterminate," the lookout announced.
Radjabov sighed and glanced over, knowing already what he would find. There she was - the massive Persian gunship Arak, sweeping down to reinforce the Jarahi and lay further claim to the capture.
"Radio the Gunboat Squadron," Radjabov finally growled. "Tell them we have a major problem."
Azeri torpedo boat Bazarduzu Dagi
Captain Mahmed Suleymanov crumpled the sheet of paper in his fist. "Fools! What the hell are they thinking? Pass on a message that we're moving to intercept - and have Captain Amirov shake some airplanes out of the air-force!"
The gunboat squadron, lead by Bazarduzu Dagi, made a sweeping turn to the southeast, bells ringing for more speed. Arabalinski and Shikhlinski were making their flank speed of twenty-one knots, but Bazarduzu Dagi was barely stretching herself - she could make twenty-nine, and it had been a constant puzzle to Suleymanov why the Navy design board hadn't built the newer ships to match the flagship's speed. Oh well.
A half-hour brought them in sight of the action. The Arak had boarded the little trawler and pulled her off the sandbar, while Stepanakert, dwarfed and outnumbered, watched from nearby. Suleymanov growled in anger: by his reckoning, the capture had been made in Azeri coastal waters... although the Persians could almost certainly argue the point. But Suleymanov had to draw the line, which was why he had gotten the gunboat squadron formed only a month before. Arabalinski and Shikhlinski were new, only a month out from their completed working-up cruises, and with his three large ships Suleymanov wanted to make a statement.
"Go to action stations," Suleymanov ordered. "Course one-one-five, keep formation. Signal the squadron: do not, repeat, do NOT engage unless flagship does." In addition to acting as Bazarduzu Dagi's captain, Suleymanov was having to command the formation as well. No Azeri commander had ever commanded a formation larger than three ships - those of course being motor torpedo boats.
The Arak, having pulled the captured trawler off the sandbar, was now shifting to interdict the Azeri forces come down to investigate. The Jahari, meanwhile, interposed herself between the Stepanakert and the trawler, which under a prize crew was slowly chugging south.
"Signalman," Suleymanov roared. "Transmit to the Persian ships, in regular morse: 'Heave to, and await my boat.'"
"No response, sir."
No surprise, Suleymanov thought darkly. What he wanted to do was inspect that trawler before the Persians had the chance to plant evidence - he was certain that elements of their Gendarmerie were not above it, to prove to their superiors that the smuggling they believed was happening was true.
"Fire off a flare, and repeat the message," Suleymanov finally said. "And course zero-nine-zero." They were closing rapidly on the Persian ship, and while they were in international waters, moving east away from the shore, Persian territory was close. Suleymanov was willing to allow that the Persians might have been confused about the location of the border - in which case, he wanted to set them straight.
"No response, sir."
Suleymanov pounded his fist in frustration on the bridge-rail. "Change course to one-two-zero, ring for flank speed. If they won't pay attention, we'll close them and use a bullhorn!"
Persian warship Arak
Captain Ali Akbar Tafazzoli felt sweat gathering on his brow as the Azeri ships closed in on him. Bazarduzu Dagi he knew well: Arak had made several brushes with her since the the Persian ship's completion: longtime rivals, in a sense. The two new Azeri ships were unknowns, but Tafazzoli knew the three ships together presented a danger even to his much larger Arak: all three ships had torpedoes, and had seven 105mm guns between them.
"She's making a torpedo run," the first lieutenant said, alarm in his voice. "She must be making a torpedo run, closing on us like that!"
Tafazzoli wondered what kind of stunt the Azeris were trying to pull. Another flare came from the torpedo-boat's bridge, another signal to heave-to and wait for a boat. As if we'd accept orders from such ill-mannered dogs. "Signalman," Tafazzoli said carefully, "Warn those mangy horse-drivers to keep their distance! Guns, if she doesn't comply, I want you to fire a burst from the 25mm guns over her bows, don't hit her. I don't want to be starting a war."
The Bazarduzu Dagi apparently didn't take the hint, and the first officer was getting antsy. "All right, guns, give me a few rounds across her bow..."
Bazarduzu Dagi
They were still almost a kilometer away when a flash erupted from the side of the Arak, and a spray of tracers stitched up a line a hundred meters in front of the Azeri torpedo boat. Suleymanov spun to face his gunnery officer, fear calling him to fire on the Persian ship, survival instinct telling him to run. Whatever orders he might have given were made moot as Bazarduzu Dagi's 20mm guns began firing, straight at the Arak.
Moments later the Persian ship returned fire in earnest, the situation spiraling out of control before Suleymanov had time to think. A 50mm shell from Arak crashed amidships, and someone shouted "Fire on the boat deck!" The ship's damage-control team rushed to fight it, jettisoning the ship's torpedoes.
A single 13-cm shell penetrated through Bazarduzu Dagi's upperworks without exploding as the torpedoes went overboard. Suleymanov turned to the helmsman. "Reverse course, and lay smoke! Get us out of here!"
Arablinski
"Flagship launched torpedoes!" the lookout reported.
Lieutenant Zadeh nodded. The Persians were firing on the flagship, and Arablinski's guns were already firing. "Launch torpedoes!" Zadeh ordered. "Fire all guns, they started it!"
Arak
"Torpedoes!"
Tafazzoli swore. "Fire back, all guns, and launch our own torpedoes at the leader! Rudder hard to starboard!"
Arak emptied her four tubes and heeled away. Bazarduzu Dagi was already burning fiercely*, but the smaller Azeri gunboats had also launched torpedoes, which came streaking towards Arak in a haphazard spread. Despite that, the range was low, and one was well-aimed. With a sense of horrific finality, Tafazzoli watched the trail of bubbles approach his ship at a 45-degree angle, hitting the hull... and failing to explode.
Tafazzoli gasped, not realizing he had been holding his breath. Even the small Azeri torpedo could have caused serious damage to the ship, possibly even have sunk it. Arak's own spread missed as the remaining Azeris turned northward.
"Cease fire!" Tafazzoli ordered.
"We just sank their flagship!" the first officer crowed.
Bazarduzu Dagi
It had taken Suleymanov far too long to rergain control of his ships. The gunboats had at least turned northward to benefit themselves of the smokescreen, and it gave the Azeris enough time to regain control. Suleymanov knew the situation was far worse now than a mere freighter stopped in Azeri waters... it was time, he thought, to go home.
*In truth, laying smoke.
Results
- Bazarduzu Dagi: 87%, 3 wounded.
- Arablinski: 100%
- Shiklinski: 100%
- Stepanakert: 100%
- Arak: 94%, 2 wounded.
- Jahari: 100%
- Unidentified Freighter: 80%