Bonstock
19-08-2004, 14:34
Port Yuko International Airport
Port Yuko, Bonstock
0300 Hours Bonstock/Wysterian Time
Dozens of armed guards stood around the busy terminal, sporting MP-5s and wearing black flak jackets and helmets on top of their black urban uniforms. They walked around among the passengers, and some of them scanned baggage as it went through security. Some of them could be found frisking people in "waiting rooms."
Two young men, meanwhile, walked over to the carry-on check. They wore normal, everyday clothing, and had a flight to the Bonstocknian colony of Maropian Coast, with a connection to Beijing. Both of them had small carry-on bags, filled mostly with clothes, a camera and other travel needs. And box cutters. They put their bags through security. Holding their breath, the hoped the guards would not find anything suspicious. Luck was with them. The bags checked out.
Port Yuko Harbor
The moon glistened on the water of the Gulf of Yuko, and Port Yuko bay. Container ships constantly lumbered in and out, carrying in goods from all over the world, and carrying Bonstocknian goods all over the world. It was one of the busiest ports on the NS Earth.
Small boats with .50 caliber machine guns and Bonstocknian flags darted about the moonlit waves, as the brilliant lights of the city illumnated miles and miles of ocean, forest and mountain.
A small fising trawler, its newly-catched cargo in its hull, made its way over to the port terminal. Nothing on but fish. And a bomb of the atomic variety.
250 miles off shore.
Far away, as the shore dissapered into the Wysterian seas, far to the west of the Bonstocknian penninsula and north of what was once Kanaz, a small flottilla of ships gathered. They went completely unseen by Bonstocknian radars. They looked like cargo ships, and were treated as such. On board were helicopters and men, ready to storm Bonstocknian shores.
ooc: this is more of a military exercise. I'm playing an agressor and myself, partly as a demonstration and training exercise. Feel free to send some special ops or intel agents to help participate.
Port Yuko, Bonstock
0300 Hours Bonstock/Wysterian Time
Dozens of armed guards stood around the busy terminal, sporting MP-5s and wearing black flak jackets and helmets on top of their black urban uniforms. They walked around among the passengers, and some of them scanned baggage as it went through security. Some of them could be found frisking people in "waiting rooms."
Two young men, meanwhile, walked over to the carry-on check. They wore normal, everyday clothing, and had a flight to the Bonstocknian colony of Maropian Coast, with a connection to Beijing. Both of them had small carry-on bags, filled mostly with clothes, a camera and other travel needs. And box cutters. They put their bags through security. Holding their breath, the hoped the guards would not find anything suspicious. Luck was with them. The bags checked out.
Port Yuko Harbor
The moon glistened on the water of the Gulf of Yuko, and Port Yuko bay. Container ships constantly lumbered in and out, carrying in goods from all over the world, and carrying Bonstocknian goods all over the world. It was one of the busiest ports on the NS Earth.
Small boats with .50 caliber machine guns and Bonstocknian flags darted about the moonlit waves, as the brilliant lights of the city illumnated miles and miles of ocean, forest and mountain.
A small fising trawler, its newly-catched cargo in its hull, made its way over to the port terminal. Nothing on but fish. And a bomb of the atomic variety.
250 miles off shore.
Far away, as the shore dissapered into the Wysterian seas, far to the west of the Bonstocknian penninsula and north of what was once Kanaz, a small flottilla of ships gathered. They went completely unseen by Bonstocknian radars. They looked like cargo ships, and were treated as such. On board were helicopters and men, ready to storm Bonstocknian shores.
ooc: this is more of a military exercise. I'm playing an agressor and myself, partly as a demonstration and training exercise. Feel free to send some special ops or intel agents to help participate.