(This scenario will take a little while to get the ball rolling, but brings in a lot of what you can expect the RP to have from this smaller mission. It's in medias res- so expect everyone to be reasonably friendly with each other, and all.)
Somewhere near the island of Abd al Kuri (Yemen), 50km off the Somalian coastline
The boat ticked over, the waves sloshing as the slight tinge of a dawn could be seen on the horizon of what was a moderately choppy sea. The RIB contained the entire team, and was unarmed- no M2/M240 stood at the front, and nothing at the back. The island could be seen, and the hilly backdrop that was in the center. Towards one point of it, a few lights, and several more RIBs could be seen if you had a pair of binoculars to hand- yet being much tattier than the one that Fireteam Posideon currently was currently occupying currently. Under those lights, clusters of militants, formerly abandoned concrete buildings once used by the Yemeni Navy, along with a few containers could be seen- the wreck of a small freighter barely visible at one end of the small island, rusting away and almost too easy to spot This place was uninhabited, in stark contrast to Socotora- but in Adam's mind, they were nothing of that kind. This was home to a small grouping of vicious pirates, those of whom had probably caused the M/V Estonia to become hijacked- killing all 15 crew, and ditching it on this island, for the cargo to be eventually leaked back to the Somalian coastline.
The boat sloshed further, throwing Adam a little off center, as he grabbed a hold at the side, still surveying the situation. There were no cars on an island like this, simply because there was no point- and it was noticeable that lights were still on- large halogen lamps that had clearly been stolen or found on the black market in one form or another. UAV surveillance had suggested approximately 25 to 40 Somali-based pirates currently manning the small encampment, sorting out deals and most importantly of all, getting their cargo ready to be taken back to Somalia, to their friends/family along with anyone else that had bought what they had found on the small freighter.
Getting in was going to be both a silent and quick affair. He had arranged it so that himself, Senior Petty Officer Jae-Sun, Sergeant-Major van de Wetering and WO Collins would join him, going under and diving the last 2km to shore in order to gain a flanking position on the small encampment, with SWO Zhang leading the contingent on the boat, or everyone else. When Adam gave the word, the boat team would move in, giving Adam's group the perfect chance to simply seize the moment and quickly sweep onto any flanks and move in on the buildings, not letting any pirates escape- Everett's team preventing any boats from leaving from outside the buildings or nearby as they hit shore, Adam's own sweeping any pirates inside the encampment itself both quickly and effectively. So long as they made it ashore and into position in time, they would be fine- but that was the one thing Adam was counting on here.
"Gents, Victoria, all ears. We've still got the element of surprise on the fuckers, and we are cleared to use all force required in order to ensure any of that cargo goes nowhere, and those pirates end up eating bullets. Second Warrant Officer, your team is to keep overwatch on the situation down there- we've got comms in our masks, so we should be good if anything props up. Otherwise, stick to the plan- we spring this too early on them, we fuck this up. Everyone understood? Good. Han, Fons, Victoria- get your masks on. Water's not too bad, but I don't think we'll be meeting sharks today, haha. Those pirate bastards got more than they need coming to them." Adam said, looking at the team, as he checked his own rebreather. It was a lot bulkier than a pair of oxygen tanks, but recycling his breath, which still contained oxygen, meant that he could stay under for a lot longer. He looked over, the dawn making both NVGs and normal vision okay, with the former for the moment still being effective. The others that weren't in the dive team were using their regular operational kit and weaponry- this raid was an authorized and even permitted action with the Yemeni government consulted at the last minute about this counter-pirate raid. If the M/V Estonia's owners and haulers were wondering what was going on with their cargo at the moment, Adam could at least provide an answer. It wasn't going to the hands of vicious and murderous scumbags.
His mask on, Adam breathed hard, securing his weapon to his chest rig as he checked his flippers, and the breath he was now drawing. He could hear the occasional hiss as he breathed hard through his mask, as he looked to the others, getting ready. A small sewn Polish flag could be seen on his shoulder, just as a little ornament- and the drysuit covered his entire head, with his masked face only sticking out.
"Radio is good. Okay, we'll be there in twenty minutes and ready, if all goes well." Adam added, his beard under his drysuit, as he quickly checked his P11 at his side- ready to use if things got nasty. Looking to the other three divers, he gave a thumbs up signal, and rolled backward, feeling himself come down quickly as his heavy rebreather pulled him straight into the cold, black water, and down, bubbles arising as he felt light, and ready to go.
(Hope this does for an intro. I know it isn't exactly what you expected if you wanted to dive- but I thought hey, since it might be a little shorter than our average mission, it'll still be good. Just so you know, I didn't select the divers at random- Victoria will snipe, whilst Han (with a USAS perhaps, your choice if you want that or your standard HK416/M26) and Fons along with Adam are on breaching and clearing the small buildings- the boat team comprising of Phren's character and the rest, as the real heavy-hitters when shit hits the fan and everything comes down on them.)