Legendary ship at 064 sir! We're in range... FIRE!!!

All hands on Deck!!!! AA's port side 11 O'clock High!!! We've been Spotted

The dimly lit control room of the submarine hummed with the low thrum of the engines. Red emergency lights cast a spectral glow on the tense faces of the crew. The silence was shattered by a sudden, sharp ping from the sonar station. "Contact! Bearing 120, distance 500 meters!" the sonar operator's voice cracked through the tension, a note of urgency in every syllable. The captain, a man of iron composure, straightened. "Battle stations!" he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through the cramped compartment. An alarm blared, its piercing wail echoing through the submarine’s metal corridors, summoning the crew to their posts. Boots thudded against the deck, the disciplined chaos of seasoned sailors springing into action. In the oppressive silence that followed, the only sound was the creak of the submarine's hull as it adjusted to the depths. Eyes darted to the sonar screen, watching the blip that marked the unknown contact. It moved steadily, purposefully, like a predator circling its prey. "Load torpedoes," the captain ordered, his voice cutting through the tension. The crew worked with grim efficiency, each movement precise and measured, the weight of their training evident in every motion. The blip on the screen grew closer, each passing moment tightening the vice of anxiety around the crew's hearts. They were silent, a collective breath held in the dark abyss, waiting for the moment of decision. "Maintain course," the captain whispered, his eyes never leaving the sonar display. His mind raced, calculating possibilities, anticipating every potential move. A new sound emerged from the depths-a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the metal walls. The enemy was closing in, the hunter and the hunted locked in a deadly dance beneath the waves. "Steady," the captain murmured, his calm exterior masking the storm of thoughts within. "Ready countermeasures." The crew's hands hovered over the controls, poised to act. The fate of the vessel hung in the balance, each heartbeat echoing in the confined space like a drum of war. The moment of reckoning was upon them, and in the silent deep, there was no room for error.

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Great music video, I love it but I feel like this is 2 songs compiled into 1. First half is a intense fight between the best of the best of both sides than the second half is the victory gained by the duel. You think you could make these songs separate? Hope you didn't take any disrespect

where can I get that background picture, I really like it

Salut, pas mal la musique, y'a des problèmes de mix, et ça manque de theme, mais l'idée est chouette GG! on as été à la même école je crois, j'étais une année ou deux plus vieux, au collège laurentien.

Beautiful stuff!

Would I be allowed to use this in one of my videos?

Fish in the water, I repeat, fish in the water, bearing 2-2-5, from the east. I got the b*stard, sir. Preparing counter-fire solution. Firing tubes 1-4 cap’n. Hits, I repeat, hits on the enemy’s hull. Popping and crackling, and depth change. We got him sir. Dead in the water.

I remember it well, son. The adrenaline. The excitement, the fear. All of it. Being a dogfighter is dangerous work. Exciting, but deadly. Whether you were guiding a bomber, or strafing a position, or taking down Stukas, you had to give it your all. It wasn’t for the weak of heart, stomach, or soul.

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"Sir we have identified hostile vessels, bearing 542, around 2100 yards away." said the sonar operator. Soon, the vessels approached. "SOUND THE ALARMS!!" yelled the captain. A few seconds later, a torpedo was launched. "MAYDAY MAYDAY, TORPEDO FIRED!" screamed the sonar operator at the top of his voice.

I like how at 1:13 it has a hint of harmony to it”highway to the danger zone” from top gun.

Super nice sounding, and this is REALLY unrelated but the AI did an amazing job at doing the superstructures of the ships oh my god.

In God we trust, All others we track.

When you are the last ship in a convoy after multiple waves of attacks, this is what i picture playing, as we light the sky with tracers and firing everything we got even our rifles

I got reminded of Steve Jablonsky soundtracks when I first heard this

[ 🇧🇷 BRASIL 🇧🇷 ] 🙂🙂🙂 GOSTEI. Obrigada por compartilhar. 😉👏👏👏👏 ( quatorze )

Submarines in any naval combat game are annoying and stressful... Suddenly getting submarine-specific battle music, or taking 15k damage out of nowhere can absolutely suck T_T

Y GUNS PRIMED AND READY FOR FULL SPREAD! SET DEPTH 75 FEET!!

Make a 1 hour loop of this pls

this is saucy ;)

*Navy Whistle*… Now hear this… Now hear this!!… This is the Captain!…We are running down the target, let us attend our duties well, this is what we trained for!!!

All hands made your battle stations, this is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill. Go get some boys.

The skies above Warsaw were a battleground of steel and fire as four Yak-3 fighters, led by the revered Mikhail, streaked through the clouds. Alongside him flew Sergei, Yelena, and Anatoly, their hearts heavy with the weight of impending conflict. As they closed in on the enemy, Mikhail's voice crackled over the radio, firm and resolute. "Engage at will, comrades. For the Motherland!" With a roar of engines, the Soviet fighters surged forward, their guns blazing as they closed in on the unsuspecting Me 262s. Mikhail, leading the charge, locked onto his targets with deadly precision. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a torrent of bullets, his aim true as he bore down on Hans and Ernst. The German pilots, caught off guard by the sudden assault, found themselves engulfed in a storm of fire and fury. Mikhail's Yak-3 danced through the chaos, its guns blazing as it tore through the Me 262s with lethal precision. In a daring display of skill, Mikhail downed two enemy fighters, his determination unwavering even in the face of adversity. But amidst the chaos of battle, tragedy struck. Mikhail, having claimed his victories, found himself in the crosshairs of Greta and Klaus. Despite his best efforts, he could not evade their relentless assault. With a sickening lurch, Mikhail's Yak-3 plummeted from the sky, engulfed in a fiery blaze. The loss of their leader sent shockwaves through the Soviet squadron, but Sergei, Yelena, and Anatoly refused to falter. With renewed determination, they redoubled their efforts, their every maneuver a testament to their fallen comrade's sacrifice. As the battle raged on, Sergei, Yelena, and Anatoly fought fiercely against Greta and Klaus, their determination unwavering even as the odds seemed stacked against them. In the end, it was their courage and skill that prevailed. With expert marksmanship and strategic acumen, they brought down the remaining Me 262s, securing a hard-won victory for the Motherland and ensuring that Mikhail's sacrifice would never be forgotten.

"Sonar contact, bearing 245, 1300 yards, sir," reported the Ping Jockey, his voice crisp over the intercom. The information was relayed calmly, but the crew couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over them. Captain Reynolds nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "Maintain course and speed. Keep a close watch on that contact," he instructed, his voice betraying no hint of the tension building within him. As the minutes ticked by, the contact drew steadily closer, each report from the Ping Jockey adding to the mounting suspense. "Sonar contact, bearing 248, 1200 yards, sir," came the next report, the urgency in the Ping Jockey's voice more pronounced now. The crew exchanged anxious glances as the distance between them and the mysterious contact dwindled. "Sonar contact, bearing 252, 1100 yards, sir," came the update, the tension aboard the ship palpable as they awaited further information. With each passing moment, the Ping Jockey's reports became more frequent, the sense of anticipation mounting with each yard lost. "Sonar contact, bearing 256, 1000 yards, sir," came the next report, the realization dawning on the crew that the contact was now dangerously close. "Contact 1 classified as Kirov class," the Ping Jockey added, his voice echoing with the gravity of the situation. The words hung in the air like a lead weight, sending a chill down the crew's spines. Captain Reynolds's jaw clenched as he absorbed the news. The presence of a Kirov class vessel so close meant only one thing - they were facing a formidable adversary. "Sound the alarm! All hands to battle stations!" he ordered, his voice carrying the weight of command as the crew scrambled to their positions. Meanwhile, the radio jockey's voice crackled over the intercom, his words driving home the severity of the situation. "Sonar contact detected missile launch bearing 270, coming from Kirov class," he announced, the urgency in his tone leaving no room for doubt. As the tension reached its peak, the crew of the HMS Duncan stood ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, their determination unwavering in the face of imminent danger. With the Kirov class vessel bearing down on them, Captain Reynolds knew they had to act fast. "Launch the harpoons! Artillery men, prepare to fire at command!" he ordered, his voice resolute as the crew sprang into action. The HMS Duncan unleashed a barrage of missiles and torpedoes, their deadly payload streaking towards the looming threat. The Kirov class vessel returned fire, launching a volley of missiles towards the HMS Duncan. Despite the valiant efforts of the crew, some of the missiles found their mark, striking the destroyer with devastating force. Explosions rocked the ship as metal groaned and buckled under the onslaught. The crew fought bravely to contain the damage, but the damage was severe. "Damage report!" Captain Reynolds shouted over the din, his voice barely audible above the chaos. "We've been hit! Multiple compartments breached!" came the frantic reply from below deck. 50 likes for part 2 :)

"periscope starboard bow!" "All mounts, fire at will!" 5inchers, 40mms go Bom boom boom boom Gotta love how the entire comment section is just Greyhound cosplays lol

'All hands! Beat to quarters! Beat to quarters and clear for action! I repeat-' 'Engine room! All ahead full!' _telegraph clanging noises_ 'Target, starboard bow, bearing zero, six, zero! Speed, 28 knots! Up ten degrees, and all forward guns, fire as you bear!'

“Pips on the sonar bearing 091, sir. It looks like two subs ahead of the convoy, range 10 miles.” “Dickie sir! We got a pip bearing 098, range 14 miles.” “Greyhound, Eagle here! We got Harry’s pip, sir. There’s another bearing 090, range 13 miles.”

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“SHIT CON SONAR 4 INBOUND TORPEDOES, 30 seconds to impact!”

GENERAL QUARTERS ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS

Wow, super dope music. Can I use this in my game and credit the author?

Future USA solder

As a world of warships player. This goes hard 🔥 amazing work good sir 👏

Kristopher Rioux 210 subscribers Sontaran Commander Skaak: "I accept your offer... of a MASSACRE! Your blood shall soak our uniforms. Your bodies shall soften our steps!" (from "Doctor Who" Series 13, Episode 2 "War of The Sontarans")

Epic. Where do you get your art.

Me a history nerd battling my mind trying to figure out what class and nation of origin the vessels are. Music's so epic its distracting.

This would go SO well with Helldivers 2!

Very epic. I like the use of the sonar sound! Also the brass sound sick! What instrument are you using there?

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I was hoping to see a dogfight 🤔 Music was awesome 💪 Enjoyed it 👍 Thank you 🙏❤

Spitfire VS Bf 109, what a fight o7

This one is so good!

Perfect showreel to demonstrate your versatility.

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Hello, Mr. Rioux. Stopping by to say you’re still making great work.

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