NationStates Jolt Archive

Mizthsonka

A worn torn territori, beloning to no one. The sky is grey and rainy, soldiers line a muddy path way. Several people wearing blue diamonds, made of paper, march to their ultimate doom. A death camp. A young girl, and her parents walk along with them. The Soldiers stop several trapping the girl, and seperating them from her parents.

Her mother called out "Azmaria!"

"Mother!"

The soldiers shouted orders, holding the people back, hurting some very badly.

Azmaria, a 12 year old silver haired buty woke up in a cold sweat. She sufferd frequent nightmares about that day. Since that time she was shuffled around home, to home, untill she was bought and sold into slavery. A few nights ago, she finally escaped. Mr. Hanks, a freindly merchent agreed to help her sneak out of the country, so she could get to a freindly place where she could refuge.

"Hey Azmaria." Mr. Hanks said. "You ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Sir, I can't thank you enough, for helping me. Most would have returned me. You're breaking the law."

"Forget the Fugitive Slave Law. You are a human being, you deserve a life."

"I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

"No, no no. I'm doing this because I want to. Now I have to get a place to store you, so we can smuggle you off the island. And into the next country. From there you can sneak your way to the coast, and make your way. You will keep doing this in a diagnoal pattern untill you reach Kanami."

Mr. Hanks picked up a large cargo crate. A rich grey-haired man. "Mr. Hanks."

"Hello Karl."

"I'm looking for my severant, Azmaria have you seen her?"

"Cant say that I have. It's a small island you'll find her eventually."

"Azure Island, wonderful place isn't it? Don't forget the law. All fugitive slaves must be returned."

"Yeah."

Azmaria looked at the box.

"Hop in."

"She climbed in."

"Now I'm not sure where you will go, but stay put untill you are sure it is clear. "


He took it to the port, hopping any person, or shipping line, would take
Cargo "X"




(OOC: Well there is the begning, this will mostly be a character RP but Government may play some role in it. Either Support me, or antagonize me)
http://www.animint.com/encyclopedie/dossiers/image/c/chrnocrusade/chrnocrusade_azmaria.jpg

OCC: Is this MT or FT? I'll RP a captain of a ship if its MT

Mostly modern tech, I mean any technology level can join, just I'm not going to go into outer space, or get Star Wars and that stuff.

(OOC: looks like you need a bounty hunter, mind if I join?)

Gorphi Steinsburg was on edge. He hated to stop at this dangerous island, but business was business. He was hoping to have gotten a little more cargo to take back to Luchamos, but oh well he thought, the sooner I get out of here. He walked over to a snack vendor to buy a soda...

(OOC: Sure toops, are you a bounty hunter with me or against me, either one is fine, I just need to know)

Mr. Hanks saw the merchent. No mistaking, he would be perfect, to transport Cargo X.

"Excuse me, you a shipper? I need to get this cargo accross to the next port."


The plan was for Azmaria to arrive in the next country, sneak through customs, and head north west, and continue on from there.

"Sure, I got some room." Gorphi replied

The SS Skimmer (http://www.uscg.mil/lantarea/cutter/bear/files/Images/Drills/board.jpg) was a small cargo vessel that Gorphi had captained for five years. His crew was mostly made of low lifes and orphans he picked up off the streets of port stops. They totaled 10 all together.

"So, where is it getting dropped off and how will you got to pay?" Gorphi asked, eyeing "Cargo X" to try to figure out what it was

"How much do you want?" He would normally haggle, but this wasn't the time to haggle. "I'll give you 1500 all in advanced." He pulled out a map. "You see this country here? That is where it needs to go. And be very careful it's extreemly fragile."

(OOC: well I was thinking about getting my guy to contact Karl and then hunt down Azmaria, like so...)

Sharashka lept off the trawler, he had heard that this nation had problems with Slaves escaping, it wouldn't be too long before he could get a job in this nation, he quickly walked off into the port town and looked around until he came across the first missing poster of the day, he smirked as he saw the picture was of a little girl, easy to find and capture, more dosile, the perfect start to a mission, he ripped the sheet off the wall and made his way to a payphone and rang the number at the bottom.

"Mr Karl, you won't know me but I believe that I may be able to assist you in finding one of your missing slaves."

"Ok, sounds fair" Gorphi then motioned for his stongman, Krog, to lift the box.
"We will be leaving here in a few minutes, good doing business with you." he then walked back to his ship.

Gorphi Steinsburg was some what of a folk hero, the Davy Crocket or Sir Franics Drake of Luchamos. He and his men had traded in dangerous areas, fought off pirates, and even sunk five hostile naval patrol boats and an arrogant destroyer. His adventures had been made into best selling books and everyone in Luchamos new of him. He hated the popularity, and returned to Luchamos only when he had to, and even then he docked a night and was gone before sun-up.

No one survives what he has without some secrets. Gorphi had hidden 5 .50 caliber machine guns on the The SS Skimmer, as well as 2 mounted grenade launchers. He and all nine of his crew were proficient in using nearly all types of small arms, because at one point or another they had. Unknown to the public however was that nothing intresting had happened to Gorphi in a year. Sometimes he wondered if anything intresting would ever happen....

Karl grinned. "Very nice, tell you what, I can pay 2,000 now plus 15,000 when you capture her, and bring her back to me."


Mr. Hanks saw him walk off. He opend the crate lid, "Azmaria, the deal is sealed, you are sprung. Now be careful, some will be freindly, some will not. If you think even for a minute that you are being followed, lose your self in a large crowd, in a maze of city streets, or even in a sky-scraper. Good luck to you Azmaria."

He reached down, and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. He shut the lid, and put the phoney seal on it. In fact the lid would remained unsealed, so Azmaria could sneak out when she needed.

"God help that child." He whispered to himself. "Give her speed, give her strength, get her away from the shackles."

Karl spotted Hanks. "Hello Emile."

"Hello Karl. Found your slave yet?"

"Servent Emile, slave is such a harsh word."

"Why don't you just admit you own a slave. You work that poor child to death, and do God knows what else. "

"She belongs to me. And i've hired a bounty hunter, to go and catch her. If you see her, bring her to me. children trust you. And it's the law."

"No prommises."

"What's in the box?"

"A gift to my family in Luchamos."

"Pretty large."

"It's a large gift. Something for my sister and her whole family to enjoy."

"Hope they do."

"Hey capt'n" Lycurgus Krog said to Gorphi

"Yeah?"

"The guy we just agreed to haul for is talking to some guy, looks like somethin is up"

"Don't worry, it's just a crate, nothing is 'up'. But fine, just go tell Aeron to be ready to leave when I get back with the crago." With that Gorphi went back with a cart to pick up Cargo X.

Back on The Skimmer the crew was preparing for departure. Gorphi had Alexius up a top the bridge watching for trouble. The crew was ready to leave this place as it had little revenue or intrest.

2,000, a meager price but for now his reputation was little, he took the job and quickly set about tracking the missing girl, first things he needed transportation, and only two foot from where he was standing he came across a chopper, the perfect ride, plus it'd make him look cool.

The motorbike ride to the slave location was short, more dificult was sneaking onto the plantation, he wandered for a moment before finding the cabin which the slaves stayed in, Axmaria's bed was neatly made but still scruffy considering that this was a Slave quarters, he sniffed around, some had matched his sense of tracking to that of a wolf, he had already picked up a trail and began to follow it back towards the Port.

Here the smell of the ocean breeze overwhelmed the smell of Azmaria, instead he would have to use his other senses, he could see people, lots of people, he could hear convorsation, lots of it, a single voice rose above the others and carried itself to Sharashka, he looked over and saw the man who had hired him speaking to another standing over a large crate, the scent returned and Akre thought to himself how quickly this job had been done, he began to step over to the crate but was stopped when a small child brushed his pocket taking out a wallet, Akre drew his pistols on the child.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gorphi saw a man pull two pistols out. Maybe Krog was right about this one. He went faster, but no too fast to stand out. He had his Nemisis .45 Semi-Auto pistol easily accessable if the need should arise. He walked up to the crate.

"Excuse sir, but I need to be taking this now."

The kid ran off leaving the wallet, Akre leant over and picked it up, when he turned to the crate he found it gone, both men were walking off, the man who had hired him in one direction and the other in an opposite, Akre hid into the crowd and began to follow the unknown citizen, maybe he could tell what he needed to know.

Relax, see it was nothing. Gorphi told himself as he pushed the crate to his ship. He waved to Alexius on top of the bridge to get ready. Krog was untying the lines as Gorphi pushed the cart with the crate up the gangplank.

"Ready for depature in a couple of minutes sir." The First Mate Aeron reported

"Very well let's get out of here" Gorphi put the crate in the hold then he went back up topside for some air.

Hanks watched as the ship pulled out of port. "Excellent. Good luck you Azmaria."


Inside the crate Azmaria was stuffed like a sardine. She had prepared very much for this long trip, so she could go with out food, water, or the need of other uses. However Mr. Hanks had insisted on giving her some rations for her to eat. It wasn't much, but she couldn't take all of his food. Enough to tie her over. She needed a breath of fresh air, the tiny air holes wern't doing much for her. She slowly lifted the lid, and scanned the cargo hold. All was clear. So much for fresh air, it was dark and musty. "Better than nothing I suppose." She silently hummed a tune to ease her worries. She ducked back down, and shut the lid.

"I wish I could sneak out on deck, but it's probably not wise to try. Soon enough I'll be free. Just hang on Azmaria."

Gorphi looked back at the port, man he was glad to be out of there. He turned and looked onto the bridge, Rashid was on the helm, with Conrad planning the course on the navigator's table. Aeolfrid, the ship's cat ran by, going to the cargo hold. The cat was useful for eating the mice that all to often smuggled themselves in the cargo. Gorphi looked to the sea..

Azmaria got out once more to stretch, she felt horribly crampped. She saw the cat coming up to her, heeling. "Hey kitty." it purred, as she peted it.

The cat then ran off in search of mice.

"Captain! Customs boat up ahead. They are signaling they want to board." Alexius said as he put down the binoculars.

"Rashid, slow our speed. Aeron and Krog, hide all our weapons, but make sure they are accessible if things go south."

Goprhi's favorite thing in the world, glory seeking custom agents...

"Oh no!" Now what could she do? Did she dare get back in the crate, or should she hide some place else. Customes will search every inch of this ship.

She climbed back in, and shut the lid.

"Oh please don't let me caught, please please, please."

Akre found the man staring at a boat, the ship had left port and was slowly dissapearing, he suspected that this boat was the one he was looking for and he made a snap decision, finding out from a passer by where the ship was going Akre quickly made plans to fly ahead to the nation, he was ready for action and would be able to trace the girl from his new position.

Gorphi looked at the customs boat through his binoculars. Gorphi was a flag expert, and the flag it was flying was not the customs flag that should be in the area.
"Pirates." Gorphi announced "Alexius, Krog, Ignatius, prepare to fire a 50 cal. Hotaka get on a grenade launcher. Boguslaw, Aeron, Einar, grab a rifle and prepare to board their ship." Gorphi then grabbed his Shotgun.

The customs boat grew closer. The craft had some 7 pirates on board. Gorphi and his men acted under the appearance they were cooperating. As soon as the pirates threw over a line, Gorphi opened fire. The 50 cals raked the enemy boat, taking the pirates completely by surpirse. Aeron and Einar jumped over to the other ship and shot the last remaining pirate. Quickly taking papers, guns, ammo, food, and other supplies of the captured boat. Gorphi then sent Aeron and Krog over to pilot the boat behind the Skimmer. The ship should give a pretty good profit in the next port.

She breathed a huge sigh of relife. Now she was worn out, and she settled, and fell asleep

The SS Skimmer pulled into the port where Hanks had told him. It seemed shady enough, so Gorphi sold the pirate's boat to a dealer on the outskirts. Then he docked. With Krog pushing Hank's crate, Gorphi walked to where Hanks told him.

"Ok Krog, let's sell two of the pirate's AKs in that market, as we really could use some money to buy toliet paper." Gorphi said with a smile, the approaching TP shortage could have caused a mutiny much easier than any storm or customs boat.

They walked away from the crate..

Azmaria woke up, it seemd like hours had passed. She lifte the lid up, and saw emptiness. "Must be safe to go."

She lifted the lid, took a stretch and creeped out, she tried to blend in, but if she ever spoke, people would be able to tell she was foreign.

Azmaria creeped about the Ship Yard. She was starving, and really needed food. She snuck up a large wooden stair case, old and weather beten it sounded like it might collapse. She opend into a sky box. full of radios, maps, charts, and other items. And a fridge. She opend it up, and took out some fruit, and snacked away. "I probably shouldn't eat so much. Some one might get suspicious." She also spotted a closet. It was full of large black tunics. She slipped on on, and procceeded back down the stairs. Now he goal would be to make it out of the port, with out being seen. Hopefully no one went back to check the empty crate.

Gorphi was very confused. On the way back to the ship he stopped by to check out the crate. It was open and empty. Someone must have picked up the cargo and there is no sense in wasting a perfectly good box, so Gorphi and Krog filled it up with supplies and took it back to the ship.

Azmaria was proceeding to the main entrence, but one of the yard workers saw her, and confronted her.

"Hold up, what are you doing in here?"

Azmaria panicked and ran.

He shouted after her "You shouldn't be here, it can be dangerous!"

She tripped onto the groud. Right in front of her was a WANTED Poster.

Now she was in deep trouble. She'd already been spotted, and the gate was guarded by several security guards. She could do only one thing.

"The Box."

She ran back to where she was stored, without thinking twice, ran right insided, shut the door, with Gorphi loading the crate up with other stuff.

Gorhpi was pushing back the crate to the ship.

"Hey! Hold up!" A law enforcement agent with three yard worker yelled.

"I am in a hurry! What do you want?"

"We would like to inspect the stuff you got there."

Gorphi felt movement inside the box and a whimperish sound. He noticed one of yard workers was carrying a wanted poster with a little girl on it.

"I am sorry, you have no legal right to search my things. Now move along before I sue you to Antartica!" Gorphi bluffed, the guy had all legal jurisdiction.

The officer began to walk forward "I have the right to do so and if you do not comply.." as the officer's leg moved forward Gorphi tripped him and then pulled out his pistol.

"Move and Die!" He yelled

She sat whimpering. Hopefully she wasn't making too much noise. They sounded determined to search the crate.

Gorphi kept his pistol leveled at the officer.

"Whoa buddy, chill..." the officer dropped his gun. Krog moved and cautiously picked it up.

Gorphi pistol whipped the officer in the head, and knocked him out. Krog did the same to the gaurds.

Gorphi opened the box, now you have some explaining to do.

"Yes I suppose I do. You see sir, first of all, thank you for not turning me in, and please, If I do tell you will you let me go? You see I'm a slave, a fugative slave. My parents died in a concentration camp, and I was eventually shuffled, and sold, and bought into slavery. Please understand."