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Tai Pyro, was in his office. He was just casually surfing the mountaneering websites, thinking about re-decorating his office. When he read somewhere something about Mount Ktoll, Tai had heard about Mount Ktoll in school. School he thought... it brought back harsh memory's he pushed thee to the back of his mind, he carried on reading. Someone was planning to climb to the summit! He looked over at his cupboard. Inside was all his mountaneering gear. He replied with this:

"Hey Peter,
You sound like an insane man... but so am I, it would be great to meet up i would love to help come with you."

Greg Tyler sat at the computer, swilling the last mouthful of lukewarm coffee before throwing the cheap pyrofoam cup into the bin next to him. He looked around the Internet cafe, wishing he could be out there somewhere pushing the boundaries.

He was a self-confessed adrenyline junkie, always spending his time jumping out of aircraft or looking for the perfect wave. Two years ago he had been rich and famous, but then the broadcast company cut his show. He lost millions quickly through over-spending and hospital bills. HIs team left him, and now he just wandered around the cafes looking for soemthing to do.

Then, just as he was looking at the McLeodian Climbing Club website, up came a message from a Peter Habeler, son of Charles Habeler, the man who disappeared on Mount Ktoll.

'Jesus' though Greg, 'climb Mount Ktoll. That should get my show back.'

He quickly wrote out a reply:


"Pete, dude,

This sounds absolutely insane, man. This is like something completely wild and new, man. Count me in on it. I'll bring my own stuff. When do we start?

GT"

Greg waited excitedly for the reply, like a small child waiting for the Ice Cream Van.

Park Patrolman Doug Chirmes sat at his desk, looking at the post. He was really kind of down. It had been three years since he got switched off of Mount Ktoll. Ever since he had failed to save the mountaineering legend Charles Habeler his life had been pretty pointless. For a month he had searched for the man, never finding him, despite the help of dozens of others.

Now, Charles's son was trying up the mountain. And Doug would be damned if he wasn't there to try his best to get to the summit and back alive. So, he did two things. First, he left a post to Peter saying the following:

"Peter, My names Doug Chimes, and I'm interested beyond reason....you mind welcoming me aboard?"

The second message was to his boss, Park Deputy Reman. It was just a short

"Reman-someone's going to try to climb Mount Ktoll. I request permission to be their park escort, as they are climbing inside a national park."

Within an hour, he had gotten permission. Now he just had to wait for Peter to respond. He really wanted to do this. To make up for his failure years ago. And here was his chance.

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Prime Minister Chris Looney looked to his left and to his right. Good, he thought, nobody's around. He deviously swung his legs over and propped his feet up on the desk. "God, what a rough day," he said to himself as he rubbed his tired eyes. He started to recline his head on the back of his chair when his PC beeped at him. He sighed and straightened out again, taking his aching feet off of their impromptu stool. He keyed in the sequence to activate the VidMessage on his desktop.

The image of Debbie Marcus, president of the Bering Strait News Network, flashed on his screen in poor resolution.

"Miss Marcus, what can I do for you?" Chris asked the rough videophone image on his monitor.

"Prime Minister, good to see you. As always. Anyway...we have some rather interesting news..."

"Oh?"

"We just got word from our reporters in Sniper Country. It seems that one of their citizens is leading an expedition up Mount Ktoll." She leaned closer to the camera. "And it has a good chance...a VERY good chance...of succeeding."

"Well," the Prime Minister noted with slight interest, "that is fascinating. Now let me guess what you want...you want me to arrange for a few of your reporters to fly to Sniper Country and tape this expedition for the whole world to see?"

"You know me too well, Prime Minister." She smiled.

"Very well, in the interest of science." The Minister smiled. "Pack for a cold trip, I'll see what I can do with the Sniperians."



OOC: For clarification...mind if one or two Dronestians tag along with small video cameras and satellite transmitters to get some media coverage of this momentus event? :)



http://www.kservers.net/c_looney/PrimeMinisterSig.jpgPrime Minister C. Looney
The Commonwealth of Dronestia
"One nation, under humanity..."

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Prime Minister Looney double-clicked on his inbox after it chimed merrily, "You've Got Mail!". There was a reply, forwarded to him from the BSNN Reporters in Sniper Country.

Chris smiled and nodded, agreeing with the adventurer's sentiment. He knew how troublesome the media could be. But he knew just the person. He clicked on the 'reply' button and drafted his response:

Good day, Mr. Habeler,

Allow me to first introduce myself personally. I am Prime Minister Chris Looney of the Commonwealth of Dronestia. We are a medium-sized, peaceful nation with many interests in scientific advancements. We would be proud to help supply and/or sponsor your expedition, as well as pay to have the other attendees flown to Sniper Country.

On the issue of our delegate...I know of just the man. He's a member of the Bering Strait News Network, but he isn't a reporter. He's the vice-president of the corporation, and is quite fit physically. I just got off the phone with him...he can't be more thrilled. Just give me the word and I'll arrange to have the supplies sent over, as well as wire the money to the other attendees.

Thank you again for extending this oppurtunity to us! If there's anything you need, you know how to reach me.



http://www.kservers.net/c_looney/PrimeMinisterSig.jpgPrime Minister C. Looney
The Commonwealth of Dronestia
"One nation, under humanity..."

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Doug Chimes looked at the response, and nearly laughed. Of course he remembered Peter. Peter had been one of the few people who Doug had not kept a promise to. He remembered the day, years ago, exactly. The failure he had felt at not keeping the promise to find the kid's father. Ever since then, he had felt a kind of...hatred for the mountain. A feeling that the mountain had beaten him. And now, if they made it, he could beat the mountain. He wrote a simple message back

"Alrigt, I'm already on the way. Oh yeah, I am the Park Service Rep. here, so I hope you don't mind if I bring along my radio...just in case".

After sending that, he walked outside, got into his car, and started driving to Peter's place. He just hoped Peter wasn't angry at him for having never found Charles Habeler...

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When he was hugged upon entering the store, Doug was, quite simply, suprised. He had been expecting hate, disspatointment, or just non-caring...but a hug? None the less, he returned it.
"Been a long time Peter...how have you been?"

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"Call me Doug...please.....and as for dis-interest...your absoloutly right. Ever since your Dad died, people just haven't been that crazy about it...but he was a pretty well known rock-climber...his death probably un-inspired many. Not to mention the fact that people these days are really too lazy...rather than explore a mountain like a real man..they sit around and explore the internet...playing stupid online rp games...I mean, what happened to the good old days?" Upon rounding the counter and seeing the wall, he grinned "been having fun?".

OOC: lol, stupid online rp games....alrgith, well, this looks really interesting, and I'm definitly in, but for tonight...i'm goin to bed...kinda tired....i'll post again in morning, night.

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Doug smiled "Who are the other climbers, anyway?"he asked, wondering who else would attempt such an insane project.

OOC: Sorry guys went to sleep before anyone replied.

IC:
Tai was driving down a small narrow road. He kept looking at the directions and finally arrived. The shop was quite small, he walked up to the door and opened it. On walking in he saw (between the jungle of ropes and kit) two figures. One he recognized as the face of Peter, the other he didn't know who he was but there was a litle nagging voice in the back of his mind... After a while it struck him... he used to have a TV show.

Walking through te maze of kit, he was noticed by Peter.

"Hey" Peter spoke like a true mountaineer, the power radiated off him. Tai hadn't been rock climbing in a while and after a while of talking the urfge over took him. He leapt at the wall closely followed by Peter and Doug. Tai won the race (unsuprisingly, he started first) closely followed by Peter and Doug



OOC: My name means mountain breath in gailic. lol (my real name is Ross not Tai)

A sleek, black BMW 325xi rolled down the calm Sniperian street, it's Dronestia hood flag flapping merrily in the cool breeze. Douglas Grenier gunned the powerful little German car over a hilly embankment and skidded to a halt beside a squat commercial building. He pulled a strip of paper from above the visor and checked the address. This is the place..., he thought. He flicked the ignition and popped his door open. As he emerged, he took in the cool Sniperian breeze. His orange and tan scarf whipped in the wind.

He approached the door to the shop and knocked loudly. Almost forgetting, he pulled his keys back out of his pocket and clicked the remote control. The BMW's doors locked with a double-click. Grenier looked back at the door and waited, barely able to control his anticipation.

Doug had just reached the top of the two story climbing wall when he heard the knock. "Should I go see who it is?" he asked.

"I'll go" Tai said, as he swung round onto the second story floor. He jogged down the stairs and opened the door. "Come in, i'm Tai, that Peter and this is Doug"

OOC: By the way, I'm not the TV guy, just so you know.
IC:
Doug waved at the man, and asked "Are you here for the expedition?".

"I would geuss so nobody has come here for anything else for years" while saying this Tai wiped some dust off some camping equipment.

He took a peice of paper and went round the shop writing an inventory of everything they would need.

"Do you have any sledges?"

Grenier smiled warmly at his greeters. "My name's Doug as well. But you can call me Grenier. I'm here on behalf of the Dronestian government and the Bering Strait News Network."

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OOC: lol.. everest

There was one reason Tai was famed as a mountaneer... he found routes that where seemingly impossible and made them slightly more possible. The others looked on as his eyes darted feverishly around a close up countor map.
20 minutes past of silence...
"Ok i know which way we go..." he spoke softly... in deep thought
"You see this blocked up pass here..."
"Yes..." was the reply
"Well it will take two days to tunnel that but one to climb it... i say tunnel its aafer."
There was looks of astonishment filling the room,
"Than we traverse this peak here." he pointed to a high point on the map then we zigzag up the rest of the North Roc.

I estimate it will take us five days but it will be easier going than the other to and the air only gets thinner very near the end of this one. So we save air.

"Hmmmm...looks good to me...except that by tunneling, we'll be inside the mountain...that means no radio contact...which means if we run into any trouble, we're on our own, no evac, no medics, no nothing. Speaking of, I shoulda said this before, the Park Ranger's are going to have two choppers standing by just in case, who will be able to come to our aid untill about, this point" says Doug, pointing at a point on the mountain "above that, we're on our own, they can't risk going that high".

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"We will only have radio cut off for about 2 hours after that we will give a signal. If we don't give the radio signal they come in looking."

"Well....that is true, however, I think Peter also makes a good point. The snow is likely to cave in on us at some point during the trip" answered Doug, who himself began looking for a safer route up the mountain. The fourth member of the team still hadn't showed...Doug wondered what was taking him.

Tai pulled a picture he always carried around with him out.

"You see this picture"
"It's black" came the unanimous reply
"Yep, while climbing Mount Chologua in Kazaakisthan i was trapped under snow for 7 hours. With my specially designed suit. Remember if the snow caves in it goes on top of us its just the same as tunneling through it. The suit on impact bursts to twice the original size. Its just a second layer to your normal gear. It works with vacum molding its self. So if we are caved in it blows up making the space we have wider and then we manually deflate it and carry on going with our air canisters."

"I still don't know, I mean, it's still kind of a bit of a chance. And how many of these suits do you have?" asked Doug.

OOC: Due to uncontrollable circumstances, I will be away from NS for a few days. Sniper Country, would you mind playing Douglas Grenier of the Bering Strait News Network for me? Just wing it, you really can't screw it up. ;) Thanks!!!

I have 7 in storage. They do not need to be fitted as they are vacum formed around your body.

"Ahh...well, then I see no problem...but I'm not that great at poking holes in things this big....er...no pun intended." said Doug

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"But it is much much safer than scaling the ice wall. I can be 99% surethat we try and scale the wall t least one of us will fall... but we're the bes of the best... of the best...
Lets do it!"

"Er...could you say that again? I kind of lost you..." answered Doug.

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"I would advise the north rock. I'm a deep believer in safety first, and as we really have no deadline, time is not of the essence." answered Doug "and as for the tunneling...I'd have to agree with you on both the digging and radio front. At any rate, that's my sugestion."

Lets take the north Roc...