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200 Miles Out of Binthorian Waters, International Waters
B.N.S. FishTail, Oliver Hazard Perry Patrol Fleet

Admiral James Young sat around the small conference table with the other high-ranking officers of his fleet. Young was a tall man with dark brown hair and piercing gray eyes. "So what's this I hear about a magnetohydrodynamic propulsion overhaul," one of the younger officers asked. They were having a regular required meeting, and with nothing to talk about, they were theorizing about government projects.

"Ah, it's nothing, probably. I don't think that's possible. Besides, it would cost trillions. Now, what we should be talking about is the tapping system they are constructing under the ocean. They say it's underwater research they are preparing for, but I got my sources... They say the systems will pick up the slightest sounds and they will construct hundreds of miles of the stuff," replied an older, more respected admiral.

"I think yer all full of it. The governme...," started a lieutenant, but before he could finish, a sailor burst through the door.

"Sirs, there has been land sighted off our port side. Sorry to interrupt."

James Young looked up from a book he was reading. "Well, sailor, what land is it? I thoght there was no land around here."

"That's the thing, sir. We've looked over every chart and map we have, and they all say that there should be nothing here."

"Well, well, well, found an undiscovered island, have we? Set a new course immediately. Flag the Hail and the Vex. Tell them we're gonna do a little exploring."

OOC: Can I RP a small, isolated civilisation/tribe on the island? Might turn out pretty interesting.....

OOC: Yeah, it would make for a better RP. You can RP the tribe.

Can I RP is another tribe?

OOC: Hmmm... I really don't care, but Drum Gods might. Ask him.

Meanwhile on the island a group of extremely tall, dark skinned men huddled around watching the the ship directly ahead of them. Muttering to each other they couldn't quite decide what they were going to do. They had looted small foreign ships before in the dead of night when they happened to pass by the island but never a military vessel.

"Dere be a shinin of da sun bruda!,"exclaimed one of the men as the ship came closer. Standing at approximately 6'9 Gerald was seen as a bit of a cumbersome fool but was respected as a fighter. Quickly, they moved back into the thick undergrowth out of view.

OOC: Hmmm... I really don't care, but Drum Gods might. Ask him.

Can you think of something else apart from a tribe?

The Oliver Hazard Perrys approached the island with extreme caution. They detected numerous shoals and reefs and didn't particularly want the bottoms of their hulls ripped out. They anchored offshore and had the 43 Marines and 7 Exp. Corps scouts board inflatable rafts.
Meanwhile, Young scanned the shoreline with his high-powered binoculars. He detected no life, but he could tell the detail of the land. It was mainly rain forest with rolling hills, mountains, and large clearings visible. It was a large island, he could tell. A perfect place for colonization and expansion.

Gerald shuffled through the forest as the others retreated he quickly leaped up into one of the numerous large trees. These were a strong yet extremely silent and agile people. He could crush a mans head in his hand while at the same time flow through the upper canopy of the rainforest.

He looked forward gazing at the new people coming to his land. Soon the Mag'Dalan's of his tribe would arrive. This was not your average tribe.

Lieutenant Johan Empthi of the Marines led his men slowly up the beach. The sand was almost pure white and looked very fine. The men quickly raised a Binthorian flag and poked at the fringes of the underbrush, looking for life. The men quickly assembled a small command camp and waited for further orders.

Quickly they arrived. Dark skinned and bearded they all scuttled up the trees staring these strange things that walked around before them. As the flag rose Gerald took a small bow and arrow type contraption. The bone arrow, if you could call it that, had a small bit of cloth and the ended which he lit. Slowly, he aimed and then fired from the top of the tall rainforest canopy at the flag. It would burn he hoped....

OOC: Would I be able to send another ship to discover this?

Johan hit the ground as he heard a whoosh. He turned as he fell and saw an arrow pound through the flag and past the point where his head would have been. He yelled and pulled up his Desert Eagle when he hit the ground with a whump. He unloaded his 15 round clip at the trees, and seeing their commander, the other Marines followed suit. Johan looked soberly at the cinders of the flag when he and his men were done firing. He immediately ordered the men to set up fortifications in a clearing nearby and looked to the trees.

OOC: Sure, it's open, you can have your ship come in for the island.

The group of twelve men had already dispersed through the rainforest canopy as Gerald fired. Moving around Gerald felt a bit anxious as the leader of this Utala (group) it was first mission of responsibility. He knew he had to scare these people and get as much out of them as possible.

He must be feared.

He stared at a soldier in the distance not quite sure what he was doing there on his own separate from the rest of the camp. Gerald was smart he knew what these guys were wearing was cloth. The soldier would feel either sting of the arrow or the burn of cloth on the end. He aimed, he fired....

"Sir?"

"Didn't I say not to disturb me?"

"Well, uh, we found an island."

"Wait. There is no land here."

"I know sir. We have checked everything, even databases at home, nothing. And even stranger it appears there is another ship there."

"Well, lets claim as much as we can. Tell the men to get readt."

"Yes sir."
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The boat changed corse and immediatly began to approach the shores of the island.

Johan heard a scream of pain in the distance. He turned and saw an arrow protruting from a private's abdomen further down the beach.

"Cover me," he shouted as he grabbed a medic and ran toward the man. Behind him, P-90s opened up on the jungle to provide cover for the men. They hit the soldier and knocked him down, as a fire was already starting on his fatigues. They threw sand over the man and then dragged him behind a sandbag wall. The medic went to work as Johan threw a high-explosive grenade into the forest.

The tribesmen had already dispersed as Gerald fired his shot but as the grenade exploded Lugbohan fell on his to the ground below. Gerald knew the rules. If a man falls he looks out for himself and heads straight home. He was the Utala's responsibility anymore.

Lugbohan looked around. He was simply a behemoth of a man. At 8'4 tall his muscles were as big as most of the soldiers heads surrounding him. He picked up a large rock from the ground. He glared at it before roaring out and punching it leaving only gravel in its wake:

"You no place here brethren. Shrieking pain condemning. All will feel plagues of ill. Fight like man crushed by fists!"

James Young stood as a petty officer walked into the room.

"Sir, we have two new reports. First, the men from the beach radioed in. They have been attacked. Second, another ship has been detected."

"Well... It seems as if we have another power engaging us. Have the Vex and Hail move towards the newcomer. Have the FishTail stay here and watch the Marines. And, officer, call the Naval Command and get the Invincible down here."

OOC: I gtg sleep. Later.

The waves parted as teh transport sailed towards th beach. It hit the end and immediatly roughly 50 marines hopped out.

"Secure the perimeter. Get men up on that treeline. Start getting supplies off the sip. Lets move it people."

THe man stuck a large Borman falgf into the sand. It billowed as men ran all over the place.

The Vex and Hail finally rounded the large island and were bearing down on the transport vessel. The loudspeaker on the Vex created irritating feedback for just a second before a voice boomed over it.

"This is the B.N.S. Vex of the Armed Republic of Binthor. Binthorian Marines have claimed this island for the Republic. Please do not attempt any hostile actions. Withdraw all forces from the island immediately. Again, this is the Vex of Binthor. Withdraw immediately.

"Sir."

"I hear it."

"What should we do."

"Get everything, move deeper, where they dan't bombard us. Tel the Battle ship to prepare for combat. And wire for more ships to be sent."

"Yes sir."

A single word blasted over the Borman loudspeakers, "NO!"

As it siad it the ships guns began to rotate as men were seen all over the deck of the ship.

"Sir, they're engaging us," yelled one of the combat officers of the Vex.

The admiral turned to the communications officer. "Tell the Invincible it had better hurry up if they want us back alive! Tell Naval Command we're being engaged. Get more ships down here! Prepare to fire as soon as they do."

73 Miles Away, Quick Response Fleet
B.N.S. Invincible Guillen

"The Vex and Hail are preparing to be engaged by the Borman Empire!"

"Okay," replied the admiral,"get the Ohios with us ready to fire their missiles. Full ahead to the Vex."

Back on the Vex...

The loudspeakers blared again. "Do not attempt to engage us. We will not hesitate to destroy you if we are engaged. Please, leave the island with no combat."

The guns took final aim at the Borman Empire ship and prepared to fire at the command of their admiral.

"We are not engaging. You bring ships and ask us to withdraw, you bring combat ships. What should we do, sit around?"

"Send this to home."

Imperial Communique

To: War minister
From: Admiral Horatio

Binthor ships. Combat evident. Preparing to be engaged. More ships needed.

Can you think of something else apart from a tribe?

OOC:Sorry I took so long to reply, different time zone, but can I be the reinforcements /\ asked for?

OOC: If we asked our own nation for reinforcements I think they would be form and in control of our own nation. You might be another tribe on a nearby island that discovered how to build a boat, or stole one from island visiters. Then come and make it to this island.

"We will not engage your ships if no hostile action is taken. We request you leave the island. There may be dangerous groups on the island. Binthorian forces have been attacked. These forces on the island must be treated as very dangerous."

OOC: And I think I want to play my other forces, too. You could be a research team that stumbled on the island, or something like that. I don't care if you have a transport vessel land like Borman did.

Yeah, I'll be a research team sent from my nation who discover the island, I'll wait a bit to post because I have a few things to do, but I'll be back in a few mintues.

"We will not engage and we will not leave. Thank you for the warning of the natives. If we encounter any of your men we shall help them."

The guns began to sink down, only a bit, but still some.

"They may be playing a trick, have the guns ready."

"Yes sir."

"They aren't gonna listen sir... They won't leave."

"Well, that's too bad for them. Okay, let's get back to the FishTail. Lets get going."

The Vex and the Hail slowly turned and sailed away, around the island back towards the B.N.S. FishTail and the command camp.

"They are going sir."

"Good. Tell the men to come out of hiding and continue to work on the camp. Start getting all these men and spulies off."

"Yes sir."

The men emerged from the forest, happy to not see their ship sunk.

"Get to work."

"Um...sir."

"What is it?"

"Josh is missing."

"What?"

The captain of the research ship Sabbath was interrupted from his daily writings as a sailor burst into his room.

'Cap'n, I think ye should see dis.'

'What is it, sailar?'

'We've found somethin' cap'n, the Celtic Cross has already bein' contacted'

As the Sabbath and the Celtic Cross approached the island, the Sabbath's captain briefed the squad.

'Right lads, we're after discoverin' a new island and are hopin' to claim it for our nation. But we're sendin' a couple of scientists with ye to take a look at things, alright?'

"Roger that, cap'n" answered the team, which consisted of ten crack troops and the three scientists.

'You'll be inserted using these' said the captain, pointing at two small motorboats. 'Radio if you need backup, and remember lads, keep it clean.'

With that, the men clambered into the boats and set off, uncertain of what to expect...

OOC: Dont you see the two ships at opposite ends of the island? Im at one end and Binthor at another. Unless its night and for some reason one or both sides have lights off.

Secret IC:
"Sir. There are some small mototrboats coming form a ship a ehiles back in the water."

"Hmmm...Send men. 10 Marines. Tell them to inform the persons coming of the island, and that we along with Binthor have claimed all land."

"But sir. We havn't acutally claimed everything. We dont know if Binthor still exists."

"Just tell them to it. Worse comes to worse, we lie and say its war. We threaten them and they back down and we get tribute. And you and me get promoted."

"I see sir."

OOC: It would be foggy at sea, and the boats are coming in from a fair bit off, so as not to be noticed.

Secret IC 'Right lads, we're coming up to the islands and-'

'Jayzus, there's ships on either side of the island!!'

'We'll see if their friendly or not, if worst comes to worst we'll radio back'

The soldiers continued on to the island, unaware of the the Marines coming towards them.

Suddnly the boats lights flicked on, showing it directly in the way of the other boat. It was evident that armed men were on the boat, as thier guns were pointed at the new comers.

"Stop if you want to live. ((OOC:I assume they stop, its how we get to teh next part of my questions. if they don't sto just say so.))"

The boat began to slow to a halt.

"Who are you?"
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The command post began to come to life as men and supplies came off the ship.

"When we got most of prepare for a scouting party."

OOC:Just to tell you. I kind of want my men to go into the forest, and come back to find their ships sinking and the whole camp missing. And then another ships finds their bodies. But not yet.

Lt. Maddix looked up at the boat in front of them. (OOC: actually their were two boats, one with 6 men and another with 7)

"We're coming to claim this land for our nation."

"Who are you?"

The men became suspisious, not sure whether these newcomers were friendly or hostile.

The men let their guns ease down a bit.

"We are Borman soldiers. We own half the island and Binthor the other half. If you want to land and investigate, i see teh scientists, you may. But I must warn you. Binthor has told us of danerous natives. We thought it was a tale to scare us off. But one of our men has gone missing."

OOC: OK i haven't RPed my tribe in a while. So any requests?

OOC: You captured one of my guys. Do something with him.

Dragging the man away Gerald and his men took the soldier into the forest.

"Buga ver ubdaba!"

The men handed him a machete and he began to hack at the body ripping it limb from limb as they walked along leaving a trail of body parts. At the end a head would await his companions.....

"Sir, did you hear that?"

"No. Get back to work."

"But I could have sworn that-"

The commanding officer kicks him into the sand, "Get back to work!"

The men under Johan continued to set up small fortifications in the clearing. Since no men were permitted on the beach where it was dangerous, no one saw the incoming ships. The men had soon set up sandbag emplacements and a small palisade with tents after cutting down enough trees at the fringe of the clearing. The small fort was just temporary, however, as they wouls soon need something much bigger when the Invincible Guillen arrived with her detachment of 1,000 marines. Under Johan's command, the men had started scouting farther and farther into the jungle to try to find traces of the mysterious attackers.

OOC: What happened to the Tribesman who fell out of the tree.

OOC: What happened to the Tribesman who fell out of the tree.
OOC: I thought he fell in th forest? If he did, my men wouldn't have seen him. They were on the beach. But did he fall on the beach near my men? I didn't know where you meant he fell.

OOC:He fell in front of your men and was posturing at them etc etc. I wanted your men to feel scared because they would have never seen such a tall, muscular, powerful man before....

OOC: Can I make a map? Or does Binthor want to?

IC: Tents, paliside walls, sandbags, trenches, and mines had been set up. Marines had made it up to the cliff overlooking the beach and the whole camp had been moved there. THe beach was transformed to recieve supplies easier as the SS Shining light cmae closer. A large area of trees had been cut down to give the natives less cover and to be used for fortifications. A venture intot the woods would soon start.

The boat began to pull away and leave the scientists to their work.

"Bragatata!," a spine tingling scream filled the air as the ropes of the catapults were cut launching for stones that had been lit on fire onto the beach.....

OOC: Were the stones launched at me? Does for mean four? Is it night?

OOC: Okay. I didn't know what you meant. I wanted to make the map, but since I can't figure out how I would do it, you can.

The men looked in horror at the gigantic man in front of them. Johan clambered for his gun first, and fired crazily at the giant. A few others pulled their guns also, but most stood in awe.

OOC: Yes well logicall 4 would most fit the bill.

IC:

As he saw the soldiers drew their gun he smashed his fist into a tree nearby causing itto buckle and fall forwards towards. Quickly, he moved into the thick undergrowth behind him to mask his presence....

The men yelled as thy jumped out of the way of the tree. Johan barely had enough time to move. One man was not so lucky as the others. His legs were crushed unmercifully by the tree. Men finally got out of a daze and fired thousands of rounds in a trained grid pattern into the trees. Two rockets were launched into the forest, vaporizing 10 foot areas of land. Johan ran to the man pinned under the tree, and with help from several other marines, lifted the tree enough to pull him out. The medics rushed in and carried him to the small aid station to be treated with man who had been shot.

Meanwhile, the Invincible Guillen closed in on the island. Boats already were being lowered into the water, crammed with marines. The two Super Stallions on board had their marines en route to the marine camp on the island.

OOC: I knew that if it was a number it would be four, but I didn;t know if you meant to write 'for' or 'four'.

IC: As the rocks soared over the encampment to the beach down below men opened fire on the natives and their catapults. Rocks smashed down below, 2 missing. One smashed into one of several newly constructed roads9Not real roads, just something to make moving things easier). Another one landed on a group of several men, killing all of them.

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