NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is a thread to promote my newly opened region, The Sanctuary. I have an ending in mind, more or less, but the meat of this RP has to be provied by you guys!

IC: Night. Malcolm Brandy, Admiral of the Gothic Underworld Navy, and commanding officer of the GUS Vision, the first and only one of its kind (so far) of the Gothic Underworld-researched Archon-class aircraft carrier. Which happens, by the way, to be bigger that the Nimitz-class carriers, holding twice the number of aircraft.

Anyway, with the naval battle group, the Vision is going out on its maiden voyage out to the limits of GU waters. And Admiral Brandy is in charge, loving every minute of it. Who wouldn't? The biggest class of ship yet, with power as yet unprecedented, he's leading the new hope of the young nation.........

OOC: Sorry, i had lack of time. So let's go on.......

IC: "Admiral, land ahead, 500 miles!"

Land? There isn't supposed to be land here......Brandy proceeded to check his updated maps, and sure enough, the map showed an expanse of empty sea. This isn't supposed to happen......Gothic Underworld naval maps are as good as any out there, regularly updated and cross-checked with naval maps of other countries.....unless........no time for that.

"Relay the command. All ships, cut speed to zero, and await further instructions."

Soon, the battle group of the Vision have halted at sea, and the frigates, destroyers, and subs proceeded to take up defensive positions, just in case of an attack on the Gothic Underworld's most prized asset.

Admiral Brandy was a trained sailor, but he had no idea what to do in a situation like this. He tried relaying radio to the unknown land, but got nothing in return except static. He didn't dare do anything outrageous, after all, his head will be on the line if the Vision comes to any harm. Yet, he trusts his instinct, and right now it isn't warning him of anything. At a loss, he did what he can only do: contact the capital.

Meanwhile, in the Capitol Palace in the City of Darkness, capital of the Gothic Underworld, 4 AM......

"Sir, a call from the GUS Vision."

The King Vampire was tired, from returning from the Official Opening of the Round Table, Ruby Scepter in hand. However, the Vision is a priority, and any calls, especially to the head of state, is to be answered by protocol. Louis sighed, but what is to be done? He can call for his Chancellor to handle it, of course, since he's the one with real power, but at night, he's usually asleep and himself awake. With another sigh, and hoping for another feed, he picks up the phone.

OOC: The King Vampire and Louis are one and the same, and yes, he's a vampire, but a benign one.

IC: "Yes, Brandy? Explain yourself."
"Your Majesty, the Vision has made contact with an unknown land mass, 1000 miles from the coast."

What? There shouldn't be anything there at this time......

"Your Majesty, I recommend we check this place out. I await further instructions."
"What are your plans, Brandy?"

Pause, then......

"I suggest the Vengeance Squadron, Your Majesty."

The Vengeance Squadron was the best of the Gothic Underworld's air force squadrons, an elite group of ASF-10s headed by Captain Michael Venger, a legend in air-to-air combat. So it is surprising that such an elite group would be recommended for a menial scouting task, and King Louis was not blind to that.

"Why? Can't you just send a Commanche or something? I'm sure there are Commanches on the Vision."
"Sir, we don't know what's out there, and frankly i'm not ready to risk a life to scout what could be hostile territory. So i suggest the best, Your Majesty."

Louis thought for a moment, then.......

"Very well, send out the Vengeance Squadron, and if you find anything interesting, i'll authorize use of an SR-72 for your convenience."
"Thank you, your Majesty. Brandy signing out."

The phone goes dead. Musing over what this could mean, he proceeds to his harem of women for his blood meal.

OOC: i'll sleep now, and continue another time.