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"...nyone out there? Hello any station. This is random five seven,
broadcasting for any receiver. Please reply. Repeat, is there anyone out
there? Hello any station. This is random five seven, broadcasting for any
receiver. Please reply."
The comms sergeant repeated his broadcast again, this time in Dai/Chinese. And then again, in Stalli/Swiss-German.
He turned to the group of men huddled over a map nearby. "Captain,
still no reply."
The captain, a tall handsome man, was utterly lost. After having passed
through the dense fog, the Long Range Surveillance Platoon had become
bewildering lost. The map didn't seem to match the terrain. The
discrepancies had reached the point where Captain Oliver had called a halt to
determine their location. Nothing seen from the glen matched the map. The GPS locators weren't functioning properly.
The comms sergeant had been trying to establish an outside connectionfor hours,without luck.
Suddenly, the radio crackled to life...

OOC: This is invite only, for the moment. Thank you. It will be open soon.

Victoria Blackspots was at her home, in the city of Moo Moo Farm, listening carefully to her radio. Suddenly, she intercepted the message from the Daistallian soldiers. She wasn't a member of any police squad or anything, but just a simple afficionate.
She called her husband...
"Honey, come here, listen to this"
Both bovinoids heard the message.

Victoria grabbed the microphone and answered. Luckily, she understanded chinese.
"Uh... Hello?
I'm Victoria Blackspots a hell bovinian citizen.
Are you lost? Do you need any help?"

On the edges of ANA territory Joanna Kekov and her two companions Nika Nika Squeee and Brelt Freet were just coming off a long run patrolling the whale run close to the main coninent, several pods having been hit heavily by out of season Orca, suddenly a blinking light alerted her to unknown radio traffic, her brows knitting she flicked a switch and listened to it

"Nika, Brelt, we've got what seems to be a landgoers S.O.S. her, see what you think.."

Joanna presses another button and the message is transmitted to the two armoured dolphins swimming alongside her Blacktip patrol sub.

"If Pod hurt all should help, not play if lost in dark!" Nika, the female dolphin replies.

Brelt chimes in "Gun men, chasing lost is silly, play is dangerous!"

An irritated Nika darts at Brelt, the two chase each other around the cruising sub for a few seconds before Joana rolls her eyes and snaps out over the coms.

"Calm down you two.. sorry Brelt, I'm going with Nika on this one.."

Flicking comms switch to transmit she says

"Random five seven, this is ANA patrol Coral four dash zero, we read you, are you in need of assistance?"

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" Captain, we have a reply! Appears to be a civilian transmission."
Captain Oliver walked over and listened.
" Hell Bovines? That sounds familiar...."
He picked up the mike.
" This is random five seven to Victoria Blackspots. We are a Daistallian military patrol investigating the White Fog phenomenon. We appear to have become lost and have been unable to establish contact with anyone. Can you give us your location, please?"

Just then, the second message came through.

"First Hell Bovines then ANA? We must be getting some odd atmospheric effects.... We shouldn*t be recieving beyond Lancre," noted the comms sergeant.
" ANA patrol Coral four dash zero, this is random five seven. We read you. We are a Daistallian military patrol investigating the White Fog. We appear to have become somewhat dissoriented. Our navigation locators do not appear to be functioning.
We are in contact with a Victoria Blackspots from Hell Bovines? Can you assist?"

OOC: a review of the White Fog, for those who may have missed it: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/posting.php?mode=reply&t=116053

Joanna's eyebrows went up under her helmet at the response, her fingers tapping out a message pulseto the nearest base.

"Da, random five seven, I have requested a scout group be sent to this area imeadiately, we will attempt to triangulate your position"

after that a second transmision comes over the comms, its the clicking and whirs of dolphin speak, overlayed with a translation in a female voice

"Is Nika Nika Squeee, Lost pod, in scare fight? persons hurt?"

"Thank you patrol Coral four dash zero. We look forwards to your asistance."
After the second transmission comes through, the comms sergeant looks at Captain Oliver, at lost after the latter transmission. The captain shrugs.
"Nikka Nicha skawhat? Ask them to re-transmit."

"Umm, Nikka Nicha skawee? This is random five seven. Last transmission was garbled. Please re-transmit."

Joanna furrowed her brow and nodded to herself, replying to the transmission.

"That was one of my Pod Partners Nika, she was inquiring if you have any injured people with you. Dont worry, their speech patterns take a little getting used to"

With that she slides her craft round and sets up a holding pattern, waiting for the scout group to arrive, the two dolphins venturing around, exploring, the sea floor being quite shallow here, close to the landmass.

"Thank you. We have no injured."

Captain Oliver looked at his assembled team. "Pod partner?"

Joanna replies

"Roger that random five seven, we will stay on station for now, please keep your comm open so we can track you"

The two dolphins return, Nika tapping the canopy of the fighter sup with her armoured snout to get Joanna's attention.

"Man pod no hurt? no fight?"

"No Nika, they do not sound as though they have been in combat"

With that a rather smug Nika berates Brelt in fast dolphin speak.


Elsewhere, at a military waystation along the whale runs a small group of three Tope scouts have left their bays and put their MHD engines into overdrive, winging towards Joanna's position.

Inside the contorting stomach of fog the powerful radio waves were chaotically distorted, at times dissolving into a sudden uplift of moist air while some were powerfully ejected out across Greenfields. The unusual electromagnetic distortion around the sweeping cloud had drawn the attention of both meteorologists, scientists various militaries.

Of them included a meteorological monitoring satellite belonging to the Biotopian Mona Lisa University. As well a much closer communication relay station belonging to the Federal Republic. In a tiny box dimly glowing with LCDs the play of lights continued for a second before a gentle humming began to grow and the flickering of lights increased, until the entire box was brightly lit, beaconing the regions security services….

" Captain, we have a reply! Appears to be a civilian transmission."
Captain Oliver walked over and listened.
" Hell Bovines? That sounds familiar...."
He picked up the mike.
" This is random five seven to Victoria Blackspots. We are a Daistallian military patrol investigating the White Fog phenomenon. We appear to have become lost and have been unable to establish contact with anyone. Can you give us your location, please?"


"Uh, yes. We are on 342 Santoro St.
Oh! You want the coordinates, right?
Wait a second, please."
She starts revolving the stuff on the drawer chest, searching for a map.
She finds it.

"I think Moo Moo Farm city is latitude north 17", longitude East 31"
"Are you ok? Do you need any asistance?"

While she talked in the radio, her husband was calling the police at the 912.
Police: "Hello. Policia Bovina here. What is your problem?"
Roberto: "Hello. I'm Roberto Blackspots. I'm calling because my wife intercepted a signal in her radio from human soldiers lost in a white fog."
Police: "A white fog, you say? Let me guess... You smoked a grass cigar don't you? Don't worry, just rest on your bed and you'll stop seeing white fog"
Roberto: "You don't understand! This is serious! The soldiers are from Daistallia. They seem to be lost"
The policecow seem to doubt....
Police: "Don't worry, I'll warn the government about this terrible disgrace"
Roberto: "Thanks"

*Another weed smoker who sees white fog, it's the 7th this week*, the policecow though to himself.
*Holy cow, Grass is to eat, not to smoke.*
He then quickly forgot about the 'bothersome junkies' and continued to play cards with his companions, at a boring afternoon in the police station.

At the same time, in a local observatory, Dr. Segundo Pinkishcow was working when he noticed a weird electromacnetic distortion.
"Hey, Nurm. Call the police or the army or something. I'm seeing something very weird...."

The sergeant points out that the coordinates given are far off the mark.
Captain Oliver stares at the radio. "Moo Moo Farm city? Hell Bovines? Pod Partners?"
He picks up the mike. "Thank you Ms. Blackspots. We are in contact with a patrol craft on the coast who are preparing to assist. Uhmmm, did you say
Muu-Muu Farm city is latitude north 17", longitude East 31?"

As Dr. Segundo Pinkishcow watches, the air begins to shimmer. At first a hazy almost distant hard to detect motion is seen. Suddenly it becomes quite distinct and clear. Three men and a woman, dressed in human street clothes walk out of nowhere into the observatory. They stare at Dr. Pinkishcow. The woman screams.

Accross Greenfeilds, similar incidents begin occuring.

The sergeant points out that the coordinates given are far off the mark.
Captain Oliver stares at the radio. "Moo Moo Farm city? Hell Bovines? Pod Partners?"
He picks up the mike. "Thank you Ms. Blackspots. We are in contact with a patrol craft on the coast who are preparing to assist. Uhmmm, did you say
Muu-Muu Farm city is latitude north 17", longitude East 31?"

As Dr. Segundo Pinkishcow watches, the air begins to shimmer. At first a hazy almost distant hard to detect motion is seen. Suddenly it becomes quite distinct and clear. Three men and a woman, dressed in human street clothes walk out of nowhere into the observatory. They stare at Dr. Pinkishcow. The woman screams.

Accross Greenfeilds, similar incidents begin occuring.

A while later three Tope Scout subs arrived on station, arranged in a crescent pointing towards the mainland, to better triangulate from the radio signals.

"random five seven, this is Coral four dash zero, we have scouts on standby, if you could commence transmission of a radio pulse on this frequency, we will triangulate your position. One other thing, how many men do you have there?"

OOC: these random people appearances.. are any of them in ships off the coast?

The sergeant points out that the coordinates given are far off the mark.
Captain Oliver stares at the radio. "Moo Moo Farm city? Hell Bovines? Pod Partners?"
He picks up the mike. "Thank you Ms. Blackspots. We are in contact with a patrol craft on the coast who are preparing to assist. Uhmmm, did you say
Muu-Muu Farm city is latitude north 17", longitude East 31?"

"Correct. My husband has called the police so that our government can help, but It seems that they didn't got the message"

As Dr. Segundo Pinkishcow watches, the air begins to shimmer. At first a hazy almost distant hard to detect motion is seen. Suddenly it becomes quite distinct and clear. Three men and a woman, dressed in human street clothes walk out of nowhere into the observatory. They stare at Dr. Pinkishcow. The woman screams.

Accross Greenfeilds, similar incidents begin occuring.

Both Segundo and Nurm were watching the weird weather phenomena when the atmosphere in the observatory turned different. There was an odd 'electric sensation' in the air. Also, it was colder, for no reason at all.
A chill went through Nurm's spine.
Suddenly, he turns around and sees a group of humans, three males and a female, right in the middle of the observatory - They were dressed as civilians, with jeans, t-shirts and clothing totally different from that of hell bovines.
The woman screamed and the two bovines covered their sensible ears until the noise ended.
With worried, yet gentle looks on their faces, the bovinoids asked:
"Who are you?"
Then, Segundo spoke to the pale-faced woman: "Don't worry, we won't harm you."
"What are you doing here? How did you entered?"

Despite their calmed faces however, the hell bovines were terrified. For example, for Segundo, it was the first time he met a human.....

OOC: would any of these 'humans' you speak of be appearing in Biotopia?

Meanwhile... the physics department at MLU is getting rather excieted and several black helicopters had swarmed out of the Federal Republic's capital before conveys of shiny black jeeps and armoured vehicles began to roll out towards the fog. In the seas several ships began to alter direction.

OOC again: Interestingly enough both ANA and HB are Electronic defense partners with Biotopia, so i'm sure that several e-mails over the phenomina are starting to be exchanged... or intercepted.

<tag> ooc:- Gotta keep an eye on you earth bound nations :wink:

A while later three Tope Scout subs arrived on station, arranged in a crescent pointing towards the mainland, to better triangulate from the radio signals.

"random five seven, this is Coral four dash zero, we have scouts on standby, if you could commence transmission of a radio pulse on this frequency, we will triangulate your position. One other thing, how many men do you have there?"

OOC: these random people appearances.. are any of them in ships off the coast?

"Coral four dash zero, this is random five seven. 35 man here. Commencing transmission of emergency transponder now. "

"Correct. My husband has called the police so that our government can help, but It seems that they didn't got the message"
"Ms. Blackspots, this is Captain Oliver. We thank you for your assistance. We are in contact with an ANA patrol craft which is rendering asistance in locating us. We wish to thank you for your assistance."

Both Segundo and Nurm were watching the weird weather phenomena when the atmosphere in the observatory turned different. There was an odd 'electric sensation' in the air. Also, it was colder, for no reason at all.
A chill went through Nurm's spine.
Suddenly, he turns around and sees a group of humans, three males and a female, right in the middle of the observatory - They were dressed as civilians, with jeans, t-shirts and clothing totally different from that of hell bovines.
The woman screamed and the two bovines covered their sensible ears until the noise ended.
With worried, yet gentle looks on their faces, the bovinoids asked:
"Who are you?"
Then, Segundo spoke to the pale-faced woman: "Don't worry, we won't harm you."
"What are you doing here? How did you entered?"

Despite their calmed faces however, the hell bovines were terrified. For example, for Segundo, it was the first time he met a human.....

Franz dropped his joint. "Wow! That's some cool smoke!"
"No joke!" Erich chimed in.
Fran and Erich turn and look at each other. "Whoa, you see it too?" they say at the same time.
Meanwhile, Heide has fainted.
Ju Yeueng looks around. "Hmmm. Nice set up. "

Meanwhile... the physics department at MLU is getting rather excieted and several black helicopters had swarmed out of the Federal Republic's capital before conveys of shiny black jeeps and armoured vehicles began to roll out towards the fog. In the seas several ships began to alter direction.

The chairman of the physics department of MLU walks into his office to find a disheveled elderly human in a ratty sportcoat, looking over his bookshelf.

OOC: I hope I follow your naming accurately here...

*Another weed smoker who sees white fog, it's the 7th this week*, the policecow though to himself.
*Holy cow, Grass is to eat, not to smoke.*
He then quickly forgot about the 'bothersome junkies' and continued to play cards with his companions, at a boring afternoon in the police station.

IC: Policecow Longhorn' card game is suddenly interrupted by shouting from the local equivilant of the holding cell. On investigation, an irate human is discovered in the cell.

OOC: And yes, you can all assume that similar incedents are occuring all accross Greenfeilds as humans from Daistallia, who have never seen (and don't believe in) non-humans, appear accross the region. This occurs offshore as well. Several humans will need rescuing from the water, having walked through the fog from land to ocean.

Franz dropped his joint. "Wow! That's some cool smoke!"
"No joke!" Erich chimed in.
Fran and Erich turn and look at each other. "Whoa, you see it too?" they say at the same time.
Meanwhile, Heide has fainted.
Ju Yeueng looks around. "Hmmm. Nice set up. "

Segundo keeps sweating and looking at the strangers.
"Erm, who are you? What are you doing here?"
He keeps asking, while stepping backwards with each second that passes.

IC: Policecow Longhorn' card game is suddenly interrupted by shouting from the local equivilant of the holding cell. On investigation, an irate human is discovered in the cell.

The policecow and his companions stand up at unison when they hear the screaming, dropping their cards and glasses filled with tequila to the floor.
They run torwards the procedence of the noise!
It was a human! in a cell!

"What are you doing here? How did you entered?"

Segundo keeps sweating and looking at the strangers.
"Erm, who are you? What are you doing here?"
He keeps asking, while stepping backwards with each second that passes.

Ju Yeueng recognises the guys in "cow-suits" from TV coverage of a previous visit of Hell Bovinians to Daistallia, not quite realizing the difference between a human dressesd in a rubber suit and maskarading as a cow, and a Hell Bovinian. In the "universal" language of tourists everywhere (eg LOUD and S-L-O-W-L-Y), Ju Yeueng steps forwards and says "Y-O! C-O-W D-U-D-E-S. I A-M J-U-U Y-E-U-E-N-G. W-H-A-T I-S Y-O-U-R N-A-M-E?"

The policecow and his companions stand up at unison when they hear the screaming, dropping their cards and glasses filled with tequila to the floor.
They run torwards the procedence of the noise!
It was a human! in a cell!

"What are you doing here? How did you entered?"

OOC: :D Cards, tequila, and policecow Longhorn. I feel like I am back home in Texas.... :D

IC: The human in the cell stares at the policecows. He suddenly becomes eerily calm and sits on the floor of the cell, a glazed look in his eyes.

A while later three Tope Scout subs arrived on station, arranged in a crescent pointing towards the mainland, to better triangulate from the radio signals.

"random five seven, this is Coral four dash zero, we have scouts on standby, if you could commence transmission of a radio pulse on this frequency, we will triangulate your position. One other thing, how many men do you have there?"

OOC: these random people appearances.. are any of them in ships off the coast?

"Coral four dash zero, this is random five seven. 35 man here. Commencing transmission of emergency transponder now. "


"Understood Random five seven transponder is coming in loud and clear, commencing triangulation...."

At this point the dolphins start flipping around exitedly, the squeeks being rapid fire to the point al lthat could be understood was the word 'ghost'

"What the hell now?" Joanna mutters, a tone of irritation in her voice, at the point an incoming signal flashes on her HUD from one of the scouts.
Joanna flicks the transmit switch.
"Go ahead Kilo six eight"

"Er.. we got a sensor anomaly here, a pretty wiers one.. seems to be flicking in and out, near the coast.. we are reciving your targets signal and cannot move from station incase we loose the trace, do you want to check it out Coral?"

Joanna shrugs
"It beats swimming in circles here.." with that she brings her turbines up to power and with the two dolphins in formation heads towards the coardinates just off the coastline.

Captain Min regreted taking this assignment. The White Fog had be approaching the coast and it was becoming erratic. But the money was good, and crude oil had to get through for fuel. When the fog appeared around the DSS Hina, Captain Min (being very experienced) took it in stride and took the neccessary precautions.

Sparkie listened to the radio, the ships lifeline in the fog. There had been nothingh for hours. Suddenly the radio erupted. "hrxx....sensor anomaly... chhhraccxxxxx...flicking .... hissssssssssssssssssss....ve from station...hsshshshshshhhssssssssss...Coral?"
" Coral?!" thought Sparkie. He reached for the intercomm.
"Captain! Full Stop! Just recieved a message. It isn*t clear, but we may be approaching a reef."

" A reef?" thought Min. " Not anywhere near here. The charts are perfectly clear. But It can*t hurt."
He reached for the intercomm to engineering. " Bridge to engineering. Emergency stop, full reverse!"

The Armoured dolphins saw it first, the sensors of their power armour enhancing their allready great natural sonar.

"Big Metal Surface Fish! swim long, not swim! noise twisty hurty on back!!Joanna winced at her pod partners irritating habit of falling into dolphinese style sentences when exited,
a calmer Brelt squeeks in.
"Ship here, was not, sneak from white steam."

"Thanks Brelt," Joanna's eye flickerd over her instruments, the oil tanker showing up strong as a Lidar signature.
"why oh why did I have to be on duty when Life descided it was wierd s**t night.."

Her sensors told her the ship was riding heavy, possibly with a full load allready in dangerously shallow waters...

"Patrol Coral four dash zero to Tideshire MilCom, were going to need a patrol cutter out here, we have a large civilian cargo vessel that seems to be ..lost..."

the reply was quick in coming
"Confirmed, Coral four dash zero, we are monitoring several appearancesnear the coastline, Cutters have been dispatched, ETA is aproximately one hour, you'll have to see what you can do there.."

Joanna flicks the radio over to short range all frequencies.

"Unknown vessel, this is ANA patrol vessel Coral four dash zero, you are strayin into dangerous waters, do you need assistance.."

Ju Yeueng recognises the guys in "cow-suits" from TV coverage of a previous visit of Hell Bovinians to Daistallia, not quite realizing the difference between a human dressesd in a rubber suit and maskarading as a cow, and a Hell Bovinian. In the "universal" language of tourists everywhere (eg LOUD and S-L-O-W-L-Y), Ju Yeueng steps forwards and says "Y-O! C-O-W D-U-D-E-S. I A-M J-U-U Y-E-U-E-N-G. W-H-A-T I-S Y-O-U-R N-A-M-E?"

Segundo gave a curious look the the extrange humans. *Why do they talk like this?*

Anyway, he answered, trying to replicate the slow way of talking of the foreigners.

H-E-L-L-O , J-U-U Y-E-U-E-N-G. I-M S-E-G-U-N-D-O P-I-N-K-I-S-H-C-O-W.
H-O-W D-I-D Y-O-U G-O-T H-E-R-E?


OOC: :D Cards, tequila, and policecow Longhorn. I feel like I am back home in Texas.... :D

IC: The human in the cell stares at the policecows. He suddenly becomes eerily calm and sits on the floor of the cell, a glazed look in his eyes.
OOC: Lol! and guess what... it's rodeo time! :P

IC: The policecows try to relax too. They start discussing between themselves about how the human could have gotten there.
Suddenly, officer Longhorns decides to ask that to the human.
He walks torwards the cell and sits besides the man, with the bars between them.
"So how did you entered the cell? Are you human, or something else?", he asks, with his voice tremblimg at the simple though that the daistallian may not be from this world.

The tanker comes to a full stop. Captain Min consults with the navigation officer. The navigation officer admits the instruments seem to be in disagreement with the charts.

"We should be in deep water, but the depth finder indicates shallows. I don*t understand. I just calculated our position an hour ago and everything was fine!"

"Unknown vessel, this is ANA patrol vessel Coral four dash zero, you are strayin into dangerous waters, do you need assistance.."


"ANA patrol vessel Coral four dash zero this is the Daistallian tanker DSS Hina. We just received word that we may be in dangerous waters. We have a full load of crude, but are not in immediate danger. However we seem to be having .... uhmmm ... navigational ... err... difficulties. Navigational instruments seem to be ... malfunctioning?"

Segundo gave a curious look the the extrange humans. *Why do they talk like this?*

Anyway, he answered, trying to replicate the slow way of talking of the foreigners.

H-E-L-L-O , J-U-U Y-E-U-E-N-G. I-M S-E-G-U-N-D-O P-I-N-K-I-S-H-C-O-W.
H-O-W D-I-D Y-O-U G-O-T H-E-R-E?

I D-O N-O-T K-N-O-O-W.


OOC: Lol! and guess what... it's rodeo time! :P

OOC: In Hell Bovines or Argentina? A hell Bovines rodeo would be awsome!

IC: The policecows try to relax too. They start discussing between themselves about how the human could have gotten there.
Suddenly, officer Longhorns decides to ask that to the human.
He walks torwards the cell and sits besides the man, with the bars between them.
"So how did you entered the cell? Are you human, or something else?", he asks, with his voice tremblimg at the simple though that the daistallian may not be from this world.

The man curls up in a ball. He begins softly singing a song any Daistallian would recognize as a popular childrens song.

OOC: I'm really sorry to leave like this, but real life calls. I'm going out of town, so I won't be able to continue. I foyu still want to RP the hell bovinian characters, feel free to do so. IF not, you will have to wait for my return.
Sorry about this. :(


I D-O N-O-T K-N-O-O-W.

B-U-T, W-H-E-R-E D-O Y-O-U C-O-M-E F-R-O-M?



The man curls up in a ball. He begins softly singing a song any Daistallian would recognize as a popular childrens song.

This action totally freaked out the policecows.
"What's that?"
"He's singing?!?!"
"No, It must be a frigging spell! He is the Chupacabra!"
"Holycow! Call the police"
"WE are the police"
"Damn! Then call the army, someone!"

Joanna was beginning to suspect this wasn't her day..

"tanker DSS Hina, come bearing 62 degrees from your current course, that will take you into deeper water, when you are safe, halt and await the Cutter that is on its way.."

with a quick word Joanna asks the two dolphins to quickly check out the tanker below the water line.


OOC: are the soldiers on land capable of being located?? preferably somewhere near a deep river!

OOC: I'm really sorry to leave like this, but real life calls. I'm going out of town, so I won't be able to continue. I foyu still want to RP the hell bovinian characters, feel free to do so. IF not, you will have to wait for my return.
Sorry about this. :(

No problem. I'll suspend your part. :)

This action totally freaked out the policecows.
"What's that?"
"He's singing?!?!"
"No, It must be a frigging spell! He is the Chupacabra!"
"Holycow! Call the police"
"WE are the police"
"Damn! Then call the army, someone!"

OOC: :D :lol: :lol: :lol:

Joanna was beginning to suspect this wasn't her day..

"tanker DSS Hina, come bearing 62 degrees from your current course, that will take you into deeper water, when you are safe, halt and await the Cutter that is on its way.."

with a quick word Joanna asks the two dolphins to quickly check out the tanker below the water line.


OOC: are the soldiers on land capable of being located?? preferably somewhere near a deep river!

"Complying now."
Captain Min orders it done.

OOC: The patrol can be found anywhere you like. :)

As Joanna and her Pod Partners escorted the tanker into deeper water, a burst transmission from the scout group leader crackles in her headphones.

"Coral four dash zero, this is Flash six Command, we have a triangulation on your targets position, uploading coardinates now.."

Data starts flickering across one of her display screens, which with a touch of a button flickers to an over head map of the nearby land, the squads location pinpointed with a little yellow arrow, her eyes narrowed for a second, Joanna flicks over to the lost squad's frequency.

" Random five seven, this is Coral four dash zero, we have a pinpoint on your location, you are in unregistered territory, just North East of you about half a kilometer is a large river, if you head towards that, we can pick you up."

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While the recon platoon awaits triangulation, one of the security outposts spots movement on the perimiter. Under the watchful eyes, a band of civilians straggles in to view.

As Joanna and her Pod Partners escorted the tanker into deeper water, a burst transmission from the scout group leader crackles in her headphones.

"Coral four dash zero, this is Flash six Command, we have a triangulation on your targets position, uploading coardinates now.."

Data starts flickering across one of her display screens, which with a touch of a button flickers to an over head map of the nearby land, the squads location pinpointed with a little yellow arrow, her eyes narrowed for a second, Joanna flicks over to the lost squad's frequency.

" Random five seven, this is Coral four dash zero, we have a pinpoint on your location, you are in unregistered territory, just North East of you about half a kilometer is a large river, if you head towards that, we can pick you up."

"Coral four dash zero, this is random five seven. We will be moving out shortly. Oh, and we have a change in our situation. Since first making contact with you we have been joined by about 25 civilians, who are equally lost. "

OOC: be back when i don't feel so crook. Besides Hell Bovines is away on holidays.

While the recon platoon awaits triangulation, one of the security outposts spots movement on the perimiter. Under the watchful eyes, a band of civilians straggles in to view.

As Joanna and her Pod Partners escorted the tanker into deeper water, a burst transmission from the scout group leader crackles in her headphones.

"Coral four dash zero, this is Flash six Command, we have a triangulation on your targets position, uploading coardinates now.."

Data starts flickering across one of her display screens, which with a touch of a button flickers to an over head map of the nearby land, the squads location pinpointed with a little yellow arrow, her eyes narrowed for a second, Joanna flicks over to the lost squad's frequency.

" Random five seven, this is Coral four dash zero, we have a pinpoint on your location, you are in unregistered territory, just North East of you about half a kilometer is a large river, if you head towards that, we can pick you up."

"Coral four dash zero, this is random five seven. We will be moving out shortly. Oh, and we have a change in our situation. Since first making contact with you we have been joined by about 25 civilians, who are equally lost. "

Joanna's face fell, and the two dolphins squeaked in suprise.

"Man lost man! careless!" chimes in Brelt

"Now Now Brelt, we dont know what circumstances might have brought them here.."
.oO(God knows what those could be!) Jaonna thinks to herself.

Quickly she taps out a pulse communication to the nearby Waystation. This time luck was on her side, because of the alert these strange occurances had brought about, two Roamer class transports were sitting in their bays, engines turning over, within a few minutes they were out and heading towards Joanna's position.

"Random five seven, two transports are on their way, I will be acting a scout to make sure they have safe passage, so I will meet you up river, once i have found a sutiable embarkment point, I will activate my transponder for you to home in on..."

Allready close in to the shallows, it didn't take Joanna long, with the help of her Pod Partners, to find the entrance to the large river and with a careful hand on the controls, she pushes her subfighter against the sluggish current, forging inland.

Nosing her sub, now on the surface, through the gathering thick fog, Joanna makes sure the readings her instruments are giving her are well within tolerance for the transports. An hour or so later, a large rock formation looms out of the swirling mists, the hard solid surface falling off in a sheer drop into the river water.

"Perfect," Joanna mumbles " Brelt, Nika, could you check out thatrock formation? it looks like a good spot for a natural pier."

Squeaking, the two dolphins dart foreward and start ducking and diving around the rocks, before long they head back and a rather desolute Nika whistles in.

"Armour not good! no mouth! no eating! no good.."

Even Brelt sounded a little more down than usual.

"Many crunchy big claws, no can eat, come back?"

Joanna breathed a sigh of relief, if all the dolphins were worried about was food, then the rocks were safe.

"No Brelt, we have to help these people first.."

A quick glance told her the transports had entered the mouth of the river and were not to far behind, making their slow way upriver.
With a delicate hand controling her movement, it wasn't long before the small one man fighter up was pulled up alongside the rock formation, its AdhesAnchors lovking it into place alongside the outcrop, a quick flick and the transponder was pulsing out loud and clear.

"Ok, well, here goes nothing.."

Taking a deep breath, Joanna popped the hatch and climbed out onto unfamiliar land, the open sky and lack of water around her making her feel slightly uncomfortable, but with the encouraging whistles of the dolphins and her own determination, she waited.

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Taking a deep breath

The point element of the patrol stops as the sight. The sergeant signals the appearance of safety. Captain Oliver approaches stealthily. When he gets to the point element, he stops and examines the sub, the dolphins, and Joanna.
"Hmm... strange, but it looks safe enough."
He stands and walks forward.
"Hello, I am Captain Oliver...."

Joanna raises an eyebrow, then pulls of an ANA salute (a tap against the chest, something dolphins can do to)

"Captain Joanna Kekov"

She gestures behind her at the two power armoured dolphins

"These are my Pod Partners Brelt and Nika,"

The two dolphins salute, then squeak and whistle a greeting.
the noise overlayed with a translation emitted by their onboard translators.

"Tall, tall man! many lost more in steam?
"Big march, no gun people, many lost more? hurt?"

Joanna pinches the bridge of her nose, she was feeling a little agitated on land.
"Apologies, Brelt wants to know if there are any more lost people, and Nika is asking if any of the civilians are injured."

She looks down river, her eyes narrowed in concentration for a minute.

"Its going to be abouyt another hour before the transports arrive, allthough I dont know WHERE we are going to transport you to, I think the first priority will be to get you and your people out of the elements and to where there is a warm bed and hot food. SO, with your permission Captain, I would like to move you all to Waystation 12 on Lobster ridge, from there we can figure out where your going to next.."

She lets out a deep breath and pulls a flask from behind her.

"Coffee?

Joanna raises an eyebrow, then pulls of an ANA salute (a tap against the chest, something dolphins can do to)

"Captain Joanna Kekov"

She gestures behind her at the two power armoured dolphins

"These are my Pod Partners Brelt and Nika,"

The two dolphins salute, then squeak and whistle a greeting.
the noise overlayed with a translation emitted by their onboard translators.

"Tall, tall man! many lost more in steam?
"Big march, no gun people, many lost more? hurt?"

Joanna pinches the bridge of her nose, she was feeling a little agitated on land.
"Apologies, Brelt wants to know if there are any more lost people, and Nika is asking if any of the civilians are injured."

She looks down river, her eyes narrowed in concentration for a minute.

"Its going to be abouyt another hour before the transports arrive, allthough I dont know WHERE we are going to transport you to, I think the first priority will be to get you and your people out of the elements and to where there is a warm bed and hot food. SO, with your permission Captain, I would like to move you all to Waystation 12 on Lobster ridge, from there we can figure out where your going to next.."

She lets out a deep breath and pulls a flask from behind her.

"Coffee?

Captain Oliver eyes the dolphins, then shrugs. I'll worry about how they did that later. First things first. he thinks.
Then he says "Coffee would be great, thank you. Our medic has checked over the civilians, and nobody seems to be seriously hurt. And we could all use a hot meal and some sleep."
The comms sergeant walks up. "Captain we have contact with a Daistallian command."
The captain excuses himself breifly.
He comes back. "We may have more on the way. We just made contact with elements of another Daistallian unit who are lost."

Joannas face is something of a picture, and the dolphins let out a squeak of incredulity

"How many?"

Captain Oliver looks down, a bit embarassed. He looks around, and finally back at Joanna. "45 soldiers and about 100 civilians...."

Joanna tilts her head

"I dont know whats happened, but you need help.. each transport can only carry thirty people, but they do have two emergency Habitats each that can hold thirty people, so thats onehundred and twenty, we can get those set up while the transports take back those that have suffered the most.

Joanna pours another cup of coffee and sips it.

"hmm Not bad for geneticaly modified seaweed..."

"Yes, thank you we aren*t sure what exactly what*s going on either. And this isn*t bad at all for seaweed...."
He looks at his cup and sips it again. Then he looks up eyes wider.
"Excuse me? What did you say this was?"

Joanna looks up,

"Geneticaly modified Seaweed, it produces coffee beans.. of course its got to go through an additional process to clean the salt out of it.."

A beeping on her wrist tells her the transports have arrived, out in the river, two corvette sized subs surface, and carefully make their way to the rock outcrop.

*tag with gusto*

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Joanna looks up,

"Geneticaly modified Seaweed, it produces coffee beans.. of course its got to go through an additional process to clean the salt out of it.."

A beeping on her wrist tells her the transports have arrived, out in the river, two corvette sized subs surface, and carefully make their way to the rock outcrop.

Assuming Joanna has made a mistake, Oliver says "You mean it's a coffee substitute made of processed seaweed, right?"

As he gets a better look at the subs, he scowls a bit. "Interesting. Very interesting indeed."

*Joanna takes another sip, then empties her cup, and stands to go and meet the transports*

"Nope, aparently we tried that, there was some problem with toxicity, so the gene labs had to create something that was edible by humans and farmable up to 2000 meters beneath the sea, of course coffee was one of the last things they did, what with it being a luxury and all, the others, wheat-weed, potato-kelp, all others that were a nessecity to survival, were first."

Joanna notices his interest in the subs, and smiles.

"Something catch your eye Captain?"

Gene labs? 2000m? Wheat-weed and potato-kelp? Necessary for survival? Something is seriously wrong here. he thinks.
"Um-huh." He stops. "Very interesting vessels there. Do you mind telling me where you plan on taking us? And what was that about 2000 meters?"

Joanna turns from talking on her communicator.

"Taking you? oh.. to Waystation 12, its one of the main stop over points for the Whale pods, infact thats why I was out here and got your message, I was patroling the border for any Orca, one of the biggest whale pods is being herded through on its annual migration, with any luck you should see it at the Waystation! "

She speaks into the communicator again, something about 'shallow deployment of Emergency Habitats'

"2000 meters? oh dont worry, you dont have a Byron Organ,"

She taps her side, about where her liver is

"Thats why I chose Lobster Ridge, its only ten meters down, if I take you to any deeper place, you'd be confined inside the habitat due to preasure, and I guess you guys would feel kind of uncomfortable with that.

"Uh-huh. Well I*ve had SCUBA training and spent time on subs, as have many of my men, but most of the regulars and civilians haven*t. They might feel a tad bit confined."

Joanna blinks,

"But they won't be confined, Waystation 12 is large enough community to house its 8,000 or so inhabitants, there shouldn't be a problem fitting you people in."

She taps her chin thoughtfully.

"Besides, its very spread out, it had to be built that way so it remained out of the weather impact zone near the surface, so that means plenty of roaming space, and allthough the people are a little rustic, they are very friendly."

She looks around, the two transports were nose to tail parallel ot the shore, suddenly there was a slight bubbling around each as they released their emergency habitats.

"I'll be one minute,"

Joanna goes to the edge of the rock outcrop and starts talking to the dolphins, whom with a nod of their armoured heads flip up and over, dissapearing beneath the water, Joanna walks back to the Captain.

"Sorry about that, I had to send them to over see the habitat deployment."

OOC:

*tag*

Looks interesting, and I'll be watching for when this goes open; Kanuckistan's subjective geography field could even snag some of your wayward citizens, despite not being anywhere near greenfields. Might be amusing to see some of the fog-strewn meet up with some of those from the refugee flotilla in a Kanuckistani Extranational Temporary Housing Facility, while things were sorted out.

Joanna blinks,

"But they won't be confined, Waystation 12 is large enough community to house its 8,000 or so inhabitants, there shouldn't be a problem fitting you people in."

She taps her chin thoughtfully.

"Besides, its very spread out, it had to be built that way so it remained out of the weather impact zone near the surface, so that means plenty of roaming space, and allthough the people are a little rustic, they are very friendly."

She looks around, the two transports were nose to tail parallel ot the shore, suddenly there was a slight bubbling around each as they released their emergency habitats.

"I'll be one minute,"

Joanna goes to the edge of the rock outcrop and starts talking to the dolphins, whom with a nod of their armoured heads flip up and over, dissapearing beneath the water, Joanna walks back to the Captain.

"Sorry about that, I had to send them to over see the habitat deployment."

"8000 people? Underwater? Amazing. And how long has this experement been going on? And how are you comunicating with the dolphins?"

OOC:

*tag*

Looks interesting, and I'll be watching for when this goes open; Kanuckistan's subjective geography field could even snag some of your wayward citizens, despite not being anywhere near greenfields. Might be amusing to see some of the fog-strewn meet up with some of those from the refugee flotilla in a Kanuckistani Extranational Temporary Housing Facility, while things were sorted out.

OOC: Thanks. However, for reasons that should be coming clearer soon, that won*t be possible. :D

Joanna raised her eybrows.

"Experiment?"

Then it dawned on her..

"oh.. I see, no Captain, it is not an experiment, we only have about 50 square miles of land above sea, and a population of several hundred million, and that is growing all the time. The majority of us live beneath the sea."

She looks over to where the dolphins are bobbing around in the water.

"As to the dolphins, they are uplifted, as inteligent as you or I, communicating with them can be tiresome, their minds work differently from ours, but it works, mainly thanks to translators for us, dolphins cant form human words, and humans cannot squeak in the ranges dolphin speak needs."

My word. She seems to speak fluent English, but... well, maybe it7s because she's a researcher. The lab types sometimes have trouble communicating... thought the Captain.

"Ah, yes well you must have a fairly advanced research station to be running dolphin translation experements. And you mean several hundred, don't you? Nobody has the tech to put millions safely below the sea."

OOC: heh, her natural language is English!

Joanna walks to the side of her sub and pops open an armoured hatch, while leant over rumaging inside she says over her shoulder.

"Research and Technology are the two primary things we try and concentrate on, after all it is needed for our survival"

Coming out of the hatch with what looks like a tupperware box in her hands, she starts prising the lid off.

"As to the tech, well, with Geothermal power plants providing most of our energy and heating needs, the Osmatic membrane providing air and the Byron organ preventing nitrogen sickness and preasure related problems, its more of a matter of changing how you think about being beneath the sea."

With a satisfied smile she pops the lid off the box and picks out what looks like a chewy nut bar, the offers one to the Captain.

OOC: One last very, very frustrated try at posting this....

"Research and Technology are the two primary things we try and concentrate on, after all it is needed for our survival"
The Captain scowls.

"As to the tech, well, with Geothermal power plants providing most of our energy and heating needs, the Osmatic membrane providing air and the Byron organ preventing nitrogen sickness and preasure related problems, its more of a matter of changing how you think about being beneath the sea."
He scowls a bit deeper. Then he remembers his cross cultural training, and smiles.
He has a "chewy nut bar". UImm. Not nearly as bad as the grubs, worms, and cockroach stirfry in that SERE class last year. he thinks.
"So, how many months have you been on station?"

Joanna notices his scowls

"Is something wrong Captain? I know we dont have much contact with the outside world, and are perhaps a little uncertain about other nations cultural issues.."

Suprisingly, it really is a chewy nut bar.. completely dead pan Joanna adds.

"We import them from Biotopia, i didn't think you'd like the dried jellyfish."

she then smiles at this little joke.

"On station? well, my Tour of duty is in one month periods, one month on, one week off, I've only been patroling out of Lobster Ridge for about a week now, usually my squadron operates from my home town of Harrent in the county of Tideshire."

The four large drumlike objects that were to become the emergency habitats had been manouvered into place by the dolphins, once the heavy items were on the river floor, automatic securing bolts fired into the rock beneath, once implaced, water started to flood inbetween the double skin of the dome, mixing with chemicals that turned it into a gel. Inside the dome, the remaining part of the emergency package slowely released air to preasurize the dome from the inside and give it its shape while the gel started to set to a solid, milky white substance. Beneath the surface, their tops just vissible, sit four large domes.

"No, everything is fin... WHAT are those?"

Joanna is to busy looking at what the dolphins are doing to actually turn and look at the Captain.

"E.S.H.s... Emergency Survival Habitats, they will keep you warm dry and comfortable while we ferry you and your people about.."

She smiles to herself as she see's the two armoured dolphins stretching an acordian like structure from the base of one of the domes to the shore.

"Dont worry, you wont get your feet wer, unless you want to of course."

She turns to the Captain.

"Want a look around one of them, Captain?"

"E.S.H.s., hmm? Well, I*d best have a look around, hadn*t I?" he says as he follows Joanna.

Joanna wades out into the water and helps the dolphins push the extending entrance out onto dry land, its cross section is rectangular like a door each rib of the tube being made of the same hardened gel, the connecting material being some clear reinforced plastic, along the base of the tube runs a walkway of some rubberized substance. The front of the tube is sealed by some of the same flexible plastic.

"Ok, I just have to secure the entrance."

She pulls the extending tube well out onto the rock, down both sides of the entrance are two one shot bolt guns, which she activates, securing the tube into thew rock with two foot and a half bolts.

"Ok, that should stay like that, but even if it does become disconnected, the seal will keep the water out."

With which she unzips what looks like a ziplock system around the edge of the first plastic door, folding it out of the way to allow the Captains entrance to the first chamber, when hes in she seals it again, then turns to the second inner door and unseals that, when both are through she reseals it.

"Ok, this is the first airlock system, even if flooded with water it can be cycled into air manually."

She points to strips of metal that run the inside of the first chamber.

"Those are memory metal strips, when activated they coil up like a spring, drawing the front door and the inner door together like this.."

She activates it, the metal coils up and there is a hissing as the air is forced out of the first chamber.

"That gets rid of water just as well, and when it is completely empty of water, it can be cycled back to air, just by de-activating the memory metal strips, which will extend the first chamber to its full size, drawing air from inside the tunnel to fill it.. now.. follow me."

Joanna walks down the tube following it as it runs down the river bed and under one of the domes, where she cycles through another airlock and climbs up a ladder that is set into the solidified wall.

"Up here we go into a secondary chamber "

Up the ladder is a room, like a slice of pie, with a large section of the point cut off, the inner walls all seem to be some sort of durable, opaque plastic that acts as a membrane between the hardened walls and ceiling, a soft glow comes from panels in the ceiling, and the air is ambient warm, a clear panel gives a small veiw out into the water, one of the dolphins swims past.

"The light is provided by something the tecs came up with, it has something to do with the glowing lights on deep sea creatures, I dont know the specifics exactly, but they managed to recreat whatever the glowing stuff was.. The warmth you are feeling is left over from the chemical reaction that took place in the walls to make the gel, a tiny network of elements in those walls keeps the tempreture warm, being powered by a chemical battery, its good for about 4 days, with another spare battery in the main chamber"

After cycling the second air lock, she unseals the door pointing to the middle of the dome, and steps into the main chamber.

"Ok, this is the main room.. most of the emergency supplies are here"

The chamber is circular, with 18 doors leading off, the one that the two have just stepped through is marked 'airlock', 15 others are marked rooms 1 - 15, the remaining two are marked 'toilet' and 'life support', in the centre of the chamber is a large sealed plastic crate, which Joanna opens.

"Ok, in here you've got your basic supplies, wnough rations for 30 people for a week, "

She points to stacks of plastic containers.

"And here we have medical supplies.."

She taps a large container in the centre of the crate,

"Sleeping bags for 30 people."

She pulls out an object the size of a large book, held together with straps, she undoes the straps and shakes out a full sized sleeping bag, the insulated filling expanding to quilt it.

"Right then, toilet is over there, through the door marked toilet, it works by flushing the waste into a digestion sac with water, where the liquid is squeezed out, and the remaining waste is digested by a special activated bacteria, the residue, which is inert and harmless, is released into the water, aparently it makes quite a good fertilizer for sea weed.."

She pulls out what looks like a folded full face gas mask with ribbons of some strange material coming from the face peice.

"Ok, these are emergency rebreathers incase you need to go out, theres 15 in here, if you need to get everyone out, just march them into the tube, disconnect it and it will float to the surface,"

Joanna holds out container of red pills.

"These are most important if your down deep and have to do an emergency surface, its Dinitrodalin, its whats released normaly by the Byron Organ, it prevents the problems of Nitrogen sickness."

She stands up and walks towards the life support door an opens it.

"Ok, here we have the most important room, through this device here, air is brought up from the Osmatic membranes festooning the bottom of the dome."

Her finger taps against a bar readout on the side

"This tells you how much air is being produced in relation to how much is being used, dont worry though, you'll only see it going down if you are using the airlocks exessively, not a problem since the entrance is out onto the surface. Air is distributed through the dome by a network of tubing set into the hardened walls. over there is the chemical battery system with its spare."

Turning to a network of expanded bags against one wall, each one with a plastic spigot, se points to them slowly filling with water.

"Drinking water comes from the water around you, there is a network of large, pulsing 'sacks' beneath the dome, each one 'squeezes' water from itelf into the next one, passing it through a purifying filter each time."

Standing, she breaths a sigh of relief and turns to the Captain.

"Ok, i think thats it.. any questions?


OOC: phew! I hope that kinda makes sense.

Captain Oliver follows Joanna through the tour, nodding and trying to take everything in.

"Ok, i think thats it.. any questions?"

I didn*t understand half of what she said. Better start with something important.

"So where are the tanks and regulators for the emergency rebreathers? If I have to go out, I*m going to need those."

Captain Oliver follows Joanna through the tour, nodding and trying to take everything in.

"Ok, i think thats it.. any questions?"

I didn*t understand half of what she said. Better start with something important.

"So where are the tanks and regulators for the emergency rebreathers? If I have to go out, I*m going to need those."

Captain Oliver follows Joanna through the tour, nodding and trying to take everything in.

"Ok, i think thats it.. any questions?"

I didn*t understand half of what she said. Better start with something important.

"So where are the tanks and regulators for the emergency rebreathers? If I have to go out, I*m going to need those."

I didn*t understand half of what she said. Better start with something important.

"So where are the tanks and regulators for the emergency rebreathers? If I have to go out, I*m going to need those."

Joanna blinks, and picks up one of the masks

"Regulators? the air flow is regulated by the preasure through flow in the mouth peice, there are no tanks,.."

She fingers the 2 foot ribbons coming out either side of the mask

"These are laminate of the osmatic membrane and a tough backing, they seperate the air fro mthe water."

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He picks up a mask and looks it over. "No regulator or tanks? And I know osmatic membranes are popular with the sci-fi types, but isn*t it risky to use experemental designs for emergency equipment? Why not go with a proven design?"

"Proven design?"

She looks al little dumbfounded

"Most of ANAs entire population uses Osmatic membranes..

"Hmm.. that sounds a bit dangerous. Wouldn*t you want to get the kinks worked out first?"

"Kinks?"

She smiles

"I dont think there are any kinks, we've been using it for as long as Ive been born..."

"Since before you were born? Impossible."

"Impossible?"

Joanna shrugs

"there are at least three generations of sub surfaces, and I know ive been using it all my life."

"Impossible?"

Joanna shrugs

"there are at least three generations of sub surfaces, and I know ive been using it all my life."

"Excuse me? Three generations? Surely you mean years."

"No.. generations, my grandfather rembembers ihs mother talking about their old home on land, before the project, before the sudden end."

She smiles and heads towards the exit room and ladder, taking one of the mask, throwing the other to the Captain.

" I see there is only one way to prove it."

"Old home on land? The End? What are you going on about? "

"We are talking about the time before we moved to Greenfields,"

She scowls

"Its not something i know much about, personaly"

"Greenfields? I know I*ve heard that name somewhere before.."
The Captain concentraites a moment, and then a look of surprise crosses his face.
He laughs "I know! Hell Bovines! The guys in cow suits! That*s where we are?"

"Yes your in greenfields!"

She looks al ittle askance,

"Cowsuits?, you've never met a Bovine up close have you.. listen, Ill give you this peice of advice now.. dont enter a drinking game with them, you'll lose, I think its go something to do with having more than one stomach."

She heads into the air lock

"You coming?"

"Hold on a second. What was that about more than one stomach?"

Joanna is halfway down the ladder, she rasies an eyebrow and looks at the Captain.

"Cows have more than one stomach, and with their intelligence they can control their digestion better than normal cows can."

She jumps the rest of the way down the ladder into the first chamber that leads int the tube, her voice comes out.

"Now do you want to try this Rebreather or not?"

Joanna is halfway down the ladder, she rasies an eyebrow and looks at the Captain.

"Cows have more than one stomach, and with their intelligence they can control their digestion better than normal cows can."

She jumps the rest of the way down the ladder into the first chamber that leads int the tube, her voice comes out.

"Now do you want to try this Rebreather or not?"

The Captain shakes his head in disbelief.
"Cows have the intelligence to control their digestion? Cows?" he mutters. "Whatever. Here I come."
And he climbs down.

*putting the call out for any Greenfields characters within the appropriate political/scientific/military fields for an emergency meeting I the Federal Republic, D, If you are wondering were your national leader wound up, I think there is a broom closest in the meeting room ;):P

The Captain shakes his head in disbelief.
"Cows have the intelligence to control their digestion? Cows?" he mutters. "Whatever. Here I come."
And he climbs down.

Joanna looks him up and down.

"OK, you shouldn't get to cold, after all we are only going to the shore, just put the rebreather on and breath normaly, it might be different from what your normaly used to, slightly more effort is needed to breath out, its because in this model you have to force your waste air into the membranes, but dont worry, its just a matter of getting used to it."

Waiting until the Captain has his on, she zip seals the entrance, and then twists two circular valves in the floor of the chamber, whixh then alowely starts to flood.

When completely flood, she unzips the exit and steps out onto the river bed, the Dome hanging over head, glowing an eery purple, with many fronds of Osmatic membrane wafting gently in the sluggish current.

Meanwhile... the physics department at MLU is getting rather excieted and several black helicopters had swarmed out of the Federal Republic's capital before conveys of shiny black jeeps and armoured vehicles began to roll out towards the fog. In the seas several ships began to alter direction.

The chairman of the physics department of MLU walks into his office to find a disheveled elderly human in a ratty sportcoat, looking over his bookshelf.

OOC: NHU, did you mean this guy, our top experimental physicist - until now.... :wink:
Otherwise, no major leaders from old Daistallia will be appearing on this side of the fog.

When completely flood, she unzips the exit and steps out onto the river bed, the Dome hanging over head, glowing an eery purple, with many fronds of Osmatic membrane wafting gently in the sluggish current.
The captain swims out and to the bank. After climbing out and sitting on the bank, he pulls off the mask.
"Absolutely amazing!" he exclaims.
A young lieutenant runs up.
"Captain, Captain! Glad to find you sir. We have an urgent message for you from something called The Non-Human Union."

When completely flood, she unzips the exit and steps out onto the river bed, the Dome hanging over head, glowing an eery purple, with many fronds of Osmatic membrane wafting gently in the sluggish current.
The captain swims out and to the bank. After climbing out and sitting on the bank, he pulls off the mask.
"Absolutely amazing!" he exclaims.
A young lieutenant runs up.
"Captain, Captain! Glad to find you sir. We have an urgent message for you from something called The Non-Human Union."

Joanna also swims to the shore, in strong, powerfull and graceful strokes, she also smiles as she exists the water.

"See, wasn't to bad after all, well, all the domes are ready, if you want to get the least weary people into them, we can get those that need looking after the most onto the subs and to Lobster ridge."

She looks up as the lieutenant runs up and gives his message.

"Yup, thats the over all Greenfields Government, looksl ike something big is happening. Oh yes, in each dome is also an emergency radio, you'll find it in the Power Chamber. SO.. what do you think?"

"Just a moment Lieutenant. Let me catch my breath."
He looks at Joanna and says " What do I think? Absolutely amazing! Our Naval Raiders could do amazing things with something like this. Not to mention civilian uses. If you have large numbers using it, why isn*t this on the open market yet?"
He stops and looks at Joanna suspiciously.
"This must be secret. It*s far too advanced not to be. Why are you showing it to me? And what do you mean all over greenfeilds? Why wasn*t I informed earlier? This whole set up is fishy. What*s going on. "

"Just a moment Lieutenant. Let me catch my breath."
He looks at Joanna and says " What do I think? Absolutely amazing! Our Naval Raiders could do amazing things with something like this. Not to mention civilian uses. If you have large numbers using it, why isn*t this on the open market yet?"
He stops and looks at Joanna suspiciously.
"This must be secret. It*s far too advanced not to be. Why are you showing it to me? And what do you mean all over greenfeilds? Why wasn*t I informed earlier? This whole set up is fishy. What*s going on. "

"On the market?"

She blinks a little,

"didn't think landgoers would have much use for them, as to why im showing it, your people need to know how to use if,.. if they are going to use it.. right?"

She seems a little taken aback at the Captains attitude.

"Greenfields, the Region your in.. The Non Human Union is the central body here... as to whats going on, I responded to a distress call that i could have chosen not to attend, but I didn't, as a result, your people are getting help.."

At this point the two dolphins surface just off the bank.

"Dolphin scare when dolphin lost! Man lost!"
Bjelt squeaks
"Joanna Nice! no shout, play!"
Nika whistles.

Joanna sighs and picnhes the bridge of her nose, a characteristic movement for her..

"Thank you Bjelt, thank you"

She turns to the Captain

"Im sorry, I haven't taken into account what you've been through, it is unfair of me to assume things."

The Captain takes a deep breath.
"Excuse me. I apologise for my outburst. Thank you for all of your assistance. "
He gives a slight, formal bow.
"It*s just that so much of this is very strange. Where I*m from, most of what you just showed me would be considered science fiction, at best."
He hold out the mask.
"For example, this rebreather. I*m up on the latest military SCUBA gear, and we don*t have anything like it. Not even on the drawing board."
Then looking at Bjelt and Nika, "And the dolphins. You said they were *uplifted*. What exactly does that mean? I*ve heard it used in fiction. There was that Planet of the Monkeys movie, for example. But... intelligent dolphins or cows just don*t exist ... up til now, I guess..."

The Captain takes a deep breath.
"Excuse me. I apologise for my outburst. Thank you for all of your assistance. "
He gives a slight, formal bow.
"It*s just that so much of this is very strange. Where I*m from, most of what you just showed me would be considered science fiction, at best."
He hold out the mask.
"For example, this rebreather. I*m up on the latest military SCUBA gear, and we don*t have anything like it. Not even on the drawing board."
Then looking at Bjelt and Nika, "And the dolphins. You said they were *uplifted*. What exactly does that mean? I*ve heard it used in fiction. There was that Planet of the Monkeys movie, for example. But... intelligent dolphins or cows just don*t exist ... up til now, I guess..."

Joanna chuckles and sits down on the sand and watches the two transports jostyling for position at the rock outcrop.

"Yes, I think in your shoes, I to would be somewhat peturbed by it all, and Im sorry again, Im afraid we ANAns lead a pretty sheltered life, not much outside contact, so im not to familiar with the varying outside technology, i do know that even though our Marine tech is very good, others that we dont use are not, like land based vehicles for instance."

She looks over at the dolphins who seem to be busy chattering in their own tongue.

"Uplifted, it's something that happened a while back in our past, going by dolphin terminology, as far as we can work it out i probably happened about 5 to 6 generations ago, before the great blight, some genetisist pretty much re wrote their DNA and made them sentient.."

One eyebrow quirks down as the two dolphin go off and start chasing river fish.

"Allthough intelligence is debatable,"
She smiles
"Actually they are very inteligent in their own way, just because they are sentient doesn't mean they think like ordinary human beings, their instincts and how they relate to the world is still very different, but, with time, you get used to it and they start making sense! thats why human children are brought up with dolphin pups, they interact at an early age.
The group become pod partners, like family."

She claps her hand once, and allmost instantly two armoured dolphins heads pear out of the water.

"Why dont you try talking to them? when you listen to them, dont desmiss what they say at face value, think about their answers, you might be suprised!!

The Captain smiles. "That sounds ... interesting."
Turning to the dolphins "So which one of you is Bjelt and which is Nika?"

One of the dolphins flips uo his nose in rapid jerks and squeaks

"Bjelt, long I am, since red water!"

Joanna rolls her eyes,
"its dolphin joke, hes allways been Bjelt, since he was born"

The other dolphin twists its head sideways to better look at the Captain with one eye.

"Me Pod partner of Jo Jo bounce, Nika long play no fight now?"

OOC: Tag. I'll be watching this carefully for it to open up.

IC: Daistallian refugees (from the first thread...) are brought to Junpei Island in Henceland Omega where they can comfortably stay untill further word is heard

OOC: If the captain would be so kind as to approach his radio some time soon, alas it would take a divine godmod effort to move the radio to him :)

OOC:
Soon, NHU, very soon.... :)
HO, a reassurance that it will be open eventually. However, for reasons that are hopefully becoming clearer, the refugees won*t be meeting up with D. 2104. :) For the moment, all refugees are considered to be disperssed and disorganised.

IC:
"Hmmm... well I hope you aren*t offended if I have trouble telling you two apart at first. And, if I understand you right, no, no fighting for a long, long time. I hope never to fight. "

OOC: hehm its OK, Joanna is about to find out how dispersed the Dastilia problem is!


IC: Both dolphins start making loud squeaks that might be taken to be laughter.

Bjelt flicks his head back and whistles.

"Tall Jelly Swim Man! good eyes! Bjelt Hardshell like Lobster!"

he then taps Nika's armour, where a name badge, like Joanna's is down one side of the head.

Then Nika chimes in, butting Bjelt back with her armoured snout for tapping her.

"Jo Jo Bounce say be nice! Bjelt, dance good! No Jelly Swim, Tall Man! To Tall Man, No fight Jo Jo Bounce! you!"

Meanwhile Joanna is having a talk with the two transport captains.

As the Captain speaks with the dolphins, the Lieutenant returns, and hands the Captain a message. He reads it, the nods.
"Excuse me I must attend to something." he says.
And he hurries back to the radio.

OOC: At this point approximately 20 million people should have arrived around Greenfeilds. (This would include about 75,000-100,000 military personel, some in combat vehicles.) All are completely dispersed. The largest groups to have arrived are 100-150 people. Captain Oliver is actually the highest ranking military officer and representative of the old government to have made it through. For anyone interested, this will make roughly 900 million missing from Daistallia (10 million refugees escaped), which may well make it the largest non-military, non-man-made RP disaster in NS history, as far as I know... :shock: :D

The two dolphins look at each other in dissapointment, then flick their tails and dive, looking for fish o chase..

Joanna, having just talked to the two other ship Captains, heads to Captain Oliver, a serious look on her face.

OOC: thats a lot of missing people. whos going to do the paper work!

The Captain notices Joanna following him. "Come. This involves you as well."

Joanna raises an eyebrow

"No kidding, if its got something to do with a lot more missing people it probably does, according to the other sub Caps, we've been intercepting a lot more 'lost' people, theres even what looks like one of your millitary subs refusing to stand down.."

Joanna raises an eyebrow

"No kidding, if its got something to do with a lot more missing people it probably does, according to the other sub Caps, we've been intercepting a lot more 'lost' people, theres even what looks like one of your millitary subs refusing to stand down.."

"Yes, according to the message from the NHU, it looks like you*re right. And I seem to be the ranking officer on the scene."

Joanna smiles and pats him on the shoulder in a consoling fasion.

"Well, Id like to say, congratulations, but I dont think this is going to be an easy one.. anything i can do to help?? it seems Im sort of in the same boat, most others in the area are tied up dealing with this problem to."

Aboard the DSS Sunfish, a Daistallian Seawolf class submarine (http://globalsecurity.org/military/systems/ship/ssn-21.htm) a the Officer of the Deck, Lieutenant Haek, looks over the control room/attack center. The compartment shows signs of a recent damage control effort.
"The Captain*s blood has been cleared away. The damage from the explosion has been mostly repaired."
"OOD! Flash traffic!" shouts the comms Chief.
Lt. Haek steps over to the telex. "Stand down? No we won*t. I don*t know what this Non-Human-Union is, or what they*re doing in Daistallian waters. We*ve may have been attacked, but we aren*t about to stand down!" he growled.

OOC: Just to reassure everyone, Daistallia does not have any weapons of mass destruction. And the sub has probably sustained an accident (unless anyone wants to have attacked it...) .

Joanna smiles and pats him on the shoulder in a consoling fasion.

"Well, Id like to say, congratulations, but I dont think this is going to be an easy one.. anything i can do to help?? it seems Im sort of in the same boat, most others in the area are tied up dealing with this problem to."

"Thank you."

They reach the comms Sergeant.

"Captain, I have been recieving messages from all over, on both our military and civilian frequencies. There seems to be a lot of people lost out there."

Aboard the DSS Sunfish, a Daistallian Seawolf class submarine (http://globalsecurity.org/military/systems/ship/ssn-21.htm) a the Officer of the Deck, Lieutenant Haek, looks over the control room/attack center. The compartment shows signs of a recent damage control effort.
"The Captain*s blood has been cleared away. The damage from the explosion has been mostly repaired."
"OOD! Flash traffic!" shouts the comms Chief.
Lt. Haek steps over to the telex. "Stand down? No we won*t. I don*t know what this Non-Human-Union is, or what they*re doing in Daistallian waters. We*ve may have been attacked, but we aren*t about to stand down!" he growled.

OOC: Just to reassure everyone, Daistallia does not have any weapons of mass destruction. And the sub has probably sustained an accident (unless anyone wants to have attacked it...) .

OOC: that IS good news! theres nothing military in the area to have had a shot at it, how about it had a collision with a civilian sub as soon as it appeared?

The ANA Hampshire Class Sub (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2340218#2340218)ANAS Kesterfeld and two Recoil Class striker subs (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2340218#2340218) had been running their MHD engines at more than full speed ever since leaving their base. Allready worried by the nature of their emergency scramble, and the Class two Alert the entire ANA Nation had gone into, Commander Vlad Birmingham on the bridge of Kesterfeld scanned through the reports that had been coming in.

"Dear God what is it.. and invasion?"

his comms officer looks round.

"Im not sure sir, but from the reports comnig in, the majority of these strange vessels have been civilian."

Comander Birmingham shook his head before turning his attention back to the more pressing matter of the job at hand,

"Well this one is most certainy military, and its refusing peaceful resolution.."

The navigation officer chimes in

"Coming up on target area Commander"

As one all the bridge crew turn to look at the main VDU overlay on the foreward viewports. Commander Birmingham stands up in shock from his chair, his face going white, there before them, like a giant deadly black shark the unknown sub hung over the borderland town of Gingam Heights.

http://mysite.freeserve.com/totalrandom/Standoff.jpg

" We've got to get them out of there!"

Commander Birmingham turns to his comms officer,

"Pulse comm to the community, appraise me of their status, and have they started evacuation?, then send a message to the sub as follows..
'Unknown submarine, you are in ANA territorial waters in a Vessel Sensitive area, we politely request you move to another location post haste.' and if we dont appear to be getting through, use external sonic communications, I know the dolphins will complain, but we need to get through, and hopefully there will bo some form of hydrophones on that sub.."

His comms officer turns in his chair and gives a message.

"The comunity is aware of the submarine, but evacuations are currently not underway, they are afraid the movement of small civilian submarines might be mistaken as torpedo actions by the submarines sensor crew.."

"Thank you."

They reach the comms Sergeant.

"Captain, I have been recieving messages from all over, on both our military and civilian frequencies. There seems to be a lot of people lost out there."

Joanna activates her personal comunications and patches it into her submarines long range systems.

"It seems the majority of our military has been scrambled and we've been put on to a stage two alert."

OOC: that IS good news! theres nothing military in the area to have had a shot at it, how about it had a collision with a civilian sub as soon as it appeared?

The ANA Hampshire Class Sub (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2340218#2340218)ANAS Kesterfeld and two Recoil Class striker subs (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2340218#2340218) had been running their MHD engines at more than full speed ever since leaving their base. Allready worried by the nature of their emergency scramble, and the Class two Alert the entire ANA Nation had gone into, Commander Vlad Birmingham on the bridge of Kesterfeld scanned through the reports that had been coming in.

"Dear God what is it.. and invasion?"

his comms officer looks round.

"Im not sure sir, but from the reports comnig in, the majority of these strange vessels have been civilian."

Comander Birmingham shook his head before turning his attention back to the more pressing matter of the job at hand,

"Well this one is most certainy military, and its refusing peaceful resolution.."

The navigation officer chimes in

"Coming up on target area Commander"

As one all the bridge crew turn to look at the main VDU overlay on the foreward viewports. Commander Birmingham stands up in shock from his chair, his face going white, there before them, like a giant deadly black shark the unknown sub hung over the borderland town of Gingam Heights.

http://mysite.freeserve.com/totalrandom/Standoff.jpg

" We've got to get them out of there!"

Commander Birmingham turns to his comms officer,

"Pulse comm to the community, appraise me of their status, and have they started evacuation?, then send a message to the sub as follows..
'Unknown submarine, you are in ANA territorial waters in a Vessel Sensitive area, we politely request you move to another location post haste.' and if we dont appear to be getting through, use external sonic communications, I know the dolphins will complain, but we need to get through, and hopefully there will bo some form of hydrophones on that sub.."

His comms officer turns in his chair and gives a message.

"The comunity is aware of the submarine, but evacuations are currently not underway, they are afraid the movement of small civilian submarines might be mistaken as torpedo actions by the submarines sensor crew.."

OOC: I had to work the sub in and keep Captain Oliver the highest representative. :) But the big thread crashed me, so I can*t see those subs. Don*t worry about it though.

IC: The on-duty sonarman picks up the arrival.
"Lieutenant! We have Two, no three, repeat three, contacts! Bearing 90dR, 180dR, and 270dR. All stopped. No torpedos in the water. Repeat no torpedos."
For the second time that day the OOD calls out over the intercom "Battle stations! All hands battle stations!"
The well trained crew takes their stations.
"Sonar, give me ranging ping on each target.and bearing."

IC:

Joanna activates her personal comunications and patches it into her submarines long range systems.

"It seems the majority of our military has been scrambled and we've been put on to a stage two alert."

OOC: I*ll let the captain rest while the sub is handled and until the NHU gets on the radio...

TAG update.

OOC: What! no!! you need to look at that thread, if only to see the artwork. :)

IC:

The Sensor crew chief says in a level voice.

"Sir, they've just range pinged us, no sign of weapons in the water though."

Commander Birmingham narrowed his eyes and looked across to his weapons officer.

"Cycle the PDAT point defense systems up, if any weapons are launched I want them dealt with, but none of the torpedo systems are to be readied... yet, and tell the Turret Chief to load AP, if we do have to fire on her, I want to make as small a hole as possible."

He turns to his Comms officer

"Send that message again, this time try the external sonics, we've got to establish communications with them."

OOC: Finally able to view it on the Mac. Great art work and designs. :D Well done!

IC:
"Lt., they've reved up some defensive system! No fish in the water!"
"I want a firing solution on each sub, now! Flood the tubes, but no, repeat no further action to be taken!"
Another telex comes througf.
"More flash traffic, Lt.!"
"Same message, sir!"
"The OOD hesitates and considers. "Comms, open a frequency."
The radio chief looks at the OOD. "Sir?"
"Now." says the Lt. coldly.

The Comanders fingers tapped on his chair.

"The Ball is firmly in their court now, Sensors, let me know the moment they try doing anything that might harm the Town,.. I wonder if they even know its down there.. "

He turns to the weapons officer

"Keep the Super Cav turret ready, but non moving, if he fires, I want you to put a hole in his foreward torpedo room."

OOC: huge apologies! Forum link has been [really] crappy.

“This is an e-band broadcast from the Federal Republic of the Non-Human Unions. A state of emergency has been called across Greenfields. An unaccountable fog has been appearing across the entire region, the fog is linked with the appearance of humans from the unknown nation of ‘Daistallia’.

Do not approach unidentified humans, do not approach the fog. Local authorities are being instructed on how to deal with the Daistallians. You local broadcasting agency will be able to advise you on your governments’ response to the fog. Do not panic, the majority of Daistalians are unarmed civilians. If you are unable to avoid contact approach calmly and inform the authorities as soon as possible.

If you are Daistallian do not panic. You are in the Greenfields region, occupied by primarily non-human nations. You will not be harmed, if you are of military personnel or armed, you must stand down now and disarm yourself. If you do not you will be considered a hostile threat and fired upon.

National forces including the police, emergency services and the military have been mobilised to rescue Daistallians in distress and begin the interning of Daistallians. You are not being imprisoned, but you cannot refuse internment, this is for your own safety ad ours, until we are better able to organise our facilities to meet the sudden influx of refugees.

As refugees you have the right to medication, protection, shelter and food. Please approach the nearest office of authority near you. News from the Federal Republic of the Non-Human Union is available on channels 94.1, 99.7, 107.3 and 83.2…"

No doubt Joanna will have instructions forth coming from the ANA command and i'm sure that officials from the NHU would be requesting to speak to Daisatllians of high rank ;) hint hint.

OOC: No prob on the sticky forums. We*re all dealing with it. And students are supposed to keep weird hours! :wink:

IC:
Listening to the broadcast, the men look at Joanna. The Captain says what is on all minds "Non-human?"
The comms sergeant hands the Captain a list. "Sir I have made contact with all the units I can. I can confirm that no senior grade officers appear to be in Greenfields. In fact you are the Captain with the greatest seniority. Also, I can confirm that there are at least 87,354 Daistallian military personnel in the region."
"Sergeant, send out the following to all forces and civilians, and on the frequencies given:
This is Captain Oliver of the Daistallian Special Operations Command. As the senior ranking officer, I order all units to comply with the requests just broadcast by the Non-Human-Union. I can confirm you will be treated well."
He thinks a second.
"And make damned sure it reaches that sub. "
He turns to Joanna.
"Well, Captain, seems I really am completely in charge. How can I get in contact with who I need to in federal government?"
He stops. "Oh, and I suppose you want this to?" He unslings his assault rifle and offers it.

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The OOD looks at the telexs from the NHU and Captain Oliver.
"Chief, send the Captain a message: Have suffered a colision or attack by unknown forces. Awaiting orders."

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OOC: Just some figures I put together on expected reactions of Daistallians to this situation:
5% will embrace the situation - "Cool!! Real live aliens."
15% will suffer some initial shock, but accept the situation enthusiastically.
60% will suffer some shock, and accept the situation reluctantly.
15% will suffer a great deal of shock causing mild PTSD.
And 5 % will suffer sever shocks and extreme PTSD.

Joanna was to busy on her on comm unit to notice the men staring at her,

"Yes sir, I understand, yes sir..yes, Im here with him now.."

She looks up just as the Captain starts talking to her.

"Well, Ive been 'attatched' to you as the ANA liason officer, it seems the Joint Chiefs find it handy having a member of our nation here, so communications wise, there are several optiuons, i can patch you into our comms network through my sub, but we'll need a booster just to make it secure, so Ill link it to the radio system in the Habitats, that hould give you all the communications you need."

She smiles wrly,

"Looks like your stuck with me for a while longer.."

Her face hardens a little at the offer of the rifle

"Captain, we are assisting you, not accepting your surrender, please keep it, this area of Greenland is unexplored and has been uninhabited, there is no telling what is out here."

She smiles again

"Allthough it is traditional in ANA society for the exchanging of small gifts on occasions like this, I will not disarm you."

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Commander Birmingham flicked through the print out of the messge they had just recived.

"What the.. this has got to be a joke, there is no way that many refugees could appear at once..."

His eyes turn back to the sub

"Ok, lets see how understanding they are, make message to target sub as follows. 'Unknown submarine, we are requesting you to make your way to a safe are aproximately .."

The commander takes a second to look at a display map on one of the VDUs

"eight kilometer from here, bearing 67 degrees from your current course, the vessel sensetive are you are in is directly above one of our Habitat cities, and you are causing a possible hazard to civilians."

Accross Greenfields refugees pour into internment centers (which I assume are largely concentrated in the area designated for us on the recent map...)

Military units are mostly standing down. A very few are not - mostly due to sever shock.

Captain Oliver says "Well, I am glad to hear that you are the liason. We will need all the friends we can make. Thanks for letting me keep this - we must trade trophies later." :D
"Now lets see about patching me through to that sub..."

Lt. Haek mutters "Cities? What cities are undersea?"
The comms chief patches Captain Oliver through.
"Captain? This is Lieutenant Haek. What is the score?"
"Lieutenant, you are not under attack. Repeat you are not under attack. Stand down your weapons and allow the ANA subs to escort you to a safe area."

"Con, bring her to bearing 67. Engines ahead slow."

And, as the citizens enter the camps, a number of people in a certrain high mountain camp identify a very important figure. A small elderly man dressed in the simple robes of a Whilan monk, with a pleasant smile, he greets everyone with a short nod of the head.

http://tsunami.mg-soft.com/pic/tib-monk.jpg

He is modest, but soon attracts significant attention. After a short rest, he asks to be taken to Captain Oliver.

OOC: For anyone familiar, you should recognize this character. Yes, the Whilan Lama made it. :) Those who are not familiar with this character are in for a pleasant experience.

bump

Joanna remains with Captain Oliver, helpng set up the camp at the side of the river, the citizens that have suffered from exposure have been taken to the nearby Waystation of Lobster Ridge and by now, the dolphins have popped their armour and are swimming freely up and down the river, scouting for new survivors.

"So, Captain, plans for the future?"

Joanna says while she is imersed in one of the Habitats emergency radios, connecting it into the Network through her sub.

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meanwhile, the ANAS Kestefeld and the two Recoil subs esort the Seawolf to an area of sea that is supported by a large civilian hospital sub, now on the surface and acting as a dispersion point for emergency supplies.

Terminaly guided Bump

The Captain looks at Joanna. "Well, we will settle in here. If The White Fog ever lifts from Daistallia, we will go home, but it doesn*t look good. We have much to learn."

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OOC: And this my friends brings part two of the story to an end. The third part will begin shortly, with luck and the co-operation of the forum gods and the server hamster.... Those who have followed the story, I thank you. Those who have participated, I thank you even more. :D

The Captain looks at Joanna. "Well, we will settle in here. If The White Fog ever lifts from Daistallia, we will go home, but it doesn*t look good. We have much to learn."

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OOC: And this my friends brings part two of the story to an end. The third part will begin shortly, with luck and the co-operation of the forum gods and the server hamster.... Those who have followed the story, I thank you. Those who have participated, I thank you even more. :D

Part III is starting
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