Jack of Harts

The Kings Bay ballistic submarine crews made it their mission to make certain another of their number was never sunk again, either by enemies or friends. Especially friends. Because a boat with the firepower to end Civilization as we know it has few true friends in the end. They redoubled their efforts to become holes in the ocean, only coming out of the darkness when they felt the times were right. Holes in the ocean that nobody ever saw required a little theater when it came time to ask for funding after all. So they developed a tradition of hunting other submarines. Or as retired crewmembers explained it, waiting for some unlucky bastard to pass their hiding place and using remote drones to lock them up with full sonar pings. Followed by an announcement, thanking them for taking part in this scheduled test of the Georgian Navy’s targeting systems. The Boomers never revealed themselves during these “scheduled tests,” and quickly scooted away to another hiding place after each one, but they made certain nobody ever forgot they were out there, watching, waiting, and ready to strike at any time. You may guess this earned them few new friends, and a great many people who believed the Georgian Navy was insane. They were not entirely wrong.