NationStates Jolt Archive

The rotor-blades swung and wondered about, spinning in a perfect circle as the wind around its metal edges were sliced into smaller pieces, the waves rushing as whitecaps lunged up and down upon the coastline, three marines from an unknown nation rounding up the four men left there after a horrendous shipwreck at high storms. It was still vivid in their minds – the gurgling, vicious storm, the crackling of the sheets of lightning bursting across the sky, lighting up every single acre of water that was seen, the horizon amidst a glowing army of cumulonimbus like giant anvils of the gods smashing up and down in fury. It seemed as if nature’s warlike stance was shown, and thus the sailors, only these four, landed amidst this island. They landed here, and from the wreckage, built a shabby hamlet of buildings and shelters out of steel and stone and mud and clay, their weapons and the majority of their supplies greedily washed away into the ocean. They were once stranded.

It was on this beach, this long coastline of golden sand and shells galore, that they had placed their system together, as they rushed through canopies of thick, dense forests to hunt for animals, to forage and gather fruits, to have languish feasts of poisonous foods they have never even seen. It was under the unbearable, unforgiving sun that had cast such a light that these men endured their years of hardship, under the bleak hope that they would get rescue. Amongst this hamlet, remains of a possible project of a ship was evidently seen, beautifully crafted and crudely painted of pigments and scribbled with charcoal, though it seemed it did not sail, as part of it was smashed into the rocky outcrops by the coastline.

From there jumbling bungles of seaweed were most ostensibly seen poking here and there, like an army of lavish green encircling the place, the palm trees further in pushing out the nasty sea soldiers as nature fought nature. The men stood there, all long bearded, messy haired and soft eyed, some tearing at the final prospect. They were in perpetual revelation, constant relief that such an event had transpired, the marines moving them into the chopper as a group of planes and a carrier nearby had transported them, and thus in hours borne them away to the winds.

From the television screen, a fat hand turned off the large flat-screen set, the grey and starkly silver frame shown behind a black mass, as from the fat fingers came equally fat golden rings, connected to a crisp black suit and a pair of horn rimmed glasses sitting atop a blubbering face with multiple chins. He smiled, showing his gurgling, saliva filled mouth and his large, rotund form appeared to be a grisly symbol as above him, behind him, a massive shape of a scroll in azure formations glimmered with set diamonds on its edge, floating high above them as the glass table showed the full form of each and every board member, their hands equally morbidly obese, their fingers all laid with studded jewels and glittering golden slivers. They seemed like clones of each other, all male, all sitting staunch and still as they looked about, waiting for a signal. There were no windows, yet the room was immense, lamps with warm red and yellow light illuminating the scene, glass doors showing women and men walking outside in their business attire, chattering and talking to each other as they worked. From here, the large, plump man walked around, his voice craggy and coarse, but he spoke.

“This place is a newly discovered island, the size of Britain, and it could be exploited for the immense number of resources. It can maintain a 6 billion man nation on centuries of resources entirely from here, and we should use it to our advantage. No one has claimed copyright to it yet, so we must buy the property as fast as possible. Anybody disagree?”

There was no point to this meeting – it was an inevitable outcome. Every single chairman raised his hand in agreement, and the leader nodded appreciatively, his blubber shaking along as he nodded. “We have to get ready. The departments have to begin the search, and send construction workers and hire surveyors. We must get lawyers to settle the case against possible manipulations and competition. Let’s go, people!” The plump CEO clapped his hands, as they rushed about, the clanging of the glass door still heard.

They planned to further make more plump their hands and make more crisp their suits.

OOC: Natives?

Three MXX Stilettos were offshore, deploying a net of sensor drones. The Elite Security forces poured onto the island, setting up a defensive perimeter around a large part, and broadcasting a claim of that area.

"All right men, let's move out!" Shouted the captain, switching off the safety on his weapon, and leaping out of the landing boat onto the beach. "I want a secure perimeter. Plenty of trees here, let's set up some towers. The engineers are coming soon, and I don't want them to have any nasty surprises. Might interfere with their work, gods forbid."

The men chuckled. They had a relatively low opinion of the engineers that often accompanied them on land claiming missions. Of course, the engineers viewed them as so many gun wielding neandrathals.

"Do not interfere. This is perfectly legal, and any interference will be prosecuted."
***
"Perfect. Land, resources, and the assurance of a game to be played."

Mr. Kallan smiled, and on the screen of his personal computer, the free-cell game was replaced. With the image of chessboard. He lived for the game, after all.

The light blue waves crashed against the shore, its golden coloured sands were glorious, like a honeymooners ideal location to spend the early days of happy marriage together, the lush trees swayed gently in the winds, adding to the noise of crashing seas, the animals of the forest made gentle noises making the place seem truly alive, even though from first impressions it was deserted…

A black jackboot stepped down onto the sands, it pushed the tiny grains outwards as the owner of the boot put pressure onto the soft sands, he was wearing a black trench coat, but in the beautiful sun, he’d regretted taking it with him…

Another man stepped down onto the sands also, he wore a pair of black shoes, they looked a lot more comfortable in this hot weather than the jet black jackboots of the other man….

“Well…why did you bring me here?” the first spoke, as it slowly became apparent that this man was of The Secret Police…

“To show you this Island…”

“What do I care?”

“You don’t, but your head of Security, so naturally I come to you when I want somewhere securing…”

The Secret Police officer sighed gently…

“I suppose your right” The officer spoke, turning to look at the sea, a large patrol boat was beached on the sands, as a younger officer of the Kraven military stood at the small helm…

“Reichmarshal, I’m always right… this place is going to make us a lot of money….”

“The Kraven Military won’t be too pleased about your monetary gains and love for material wealth…”

“I’m well aware of that and that’s why you… Reichmarshal keep them off my back…”

The Reichmarshal turned back towards the Doctor…

“I’ll only do it for so long… you know I don’t like this position…”

“Something else… I’m well aware of…” He paused looking at the forest… “Come lets go, there’s plenty of planning to be done….”

Akre samplede the flower, he held it below his fingers and sniffed the odure coming off it, he looked back at it and then turned to Lucian who was surveying the land, "This flower, it's seeds are a powerful halucinegenic, the throns are seeping a deadly sap and the root is so poisonous I'd be dead before I'd even eaten it, Lucian, this land is perfect, we must sieze this opportunity." Lucian had already made up his mind but thought it wise to continue in fruitless banter.

"We'll need to destroy the opposition, we have enough men to secure a small portion of the island, from there I'm sure we can move onwards to the rest of the place." Lucian could already see where to place factories, where to cultivate the deadly flowers and other important locations, all of these could mean that he could not only rule the island but the entire world from this, "Akre, bring along 20% of the Toxitroopers to secure a beach-head, then order Division to send along workers to build this place."

OOC: Sorry for the short post - my creativity block is at an all time high.

IC:
“Sir, do you think we should send some troops? In case anybody else there sends any?” The company director’s assistant quoted, as the director scoffed outrageously and flicked his hand into the swiftly and efficiently.

“Bah. We have the law on our side. It’s not good for business to use violence. We could lose or forget something.” He reasoned.

All was quiet in the serene jungle cove. Waves gently lapped against brilliant white sand, parrots cawed in the trees while crabs scuttled along the beach.

All was quiet... until the men in the black suits came. At first there were eight of them, each armed with a pair of binoculars and a walkie talkie. They landed on the beach in a light helicopter, which blew the sand into a frenzy and sent the parrots sqwaking and crabs scrambling. For nearly and hour they paced along the beach, barking into their radios and drawing on large peices of paper.

"We'll have the temp HQ here." one of them said, loosening his tie and wiping his brow of sweat, "Until we can get the dozers in to clear this foliage crap."

In the distance, the loud drone of motorboats could be heard.

"Here they come, they brought dozers with them..." remarked one of the men, peering through his binoculars.

The boats ripped through the lagoon, then slammed against the quiet beach with all the grace of a charging rhino. Their front panels dropped, releasing scores of hard-hatted men and bull dozers onto the beach. Each time a boat pulled away it was replaced, until the beach looked more like a construction zone than a quiet cove. Tree's crashed, engines roared and men shouted... NoirTech colonization had begun.

************

Some Hours Later,

"More wine, sir?" the stewardess asked, holding the bottle out in front of her.

"No, I've had my fill. Things like this require a clear head." replied Andrew "The Shark" Kurtz with a friendly smile.

"Yes sir," the stewardess replied, "The captain says that the expeditionary team has completed the airstrip... we'll be landing on the southern end of Island 268432 in a few moments."

"Thanks Charolette." Kurtz responded. The CEO nodded at the stewardess who promptly scuttled back to her quarters. The smile faded from the Shark's wolfish face as he turned towards the others.

"What a find." he said curtly, "I don't doubt the Others have started similar efforts?"

"We... have reports of a several expeditionary forces from various countries, and more importantly, various competitors. They are all over the Island, our Sat photos show that we have an ideal location though. Our team landed at a secluded inlet on the West coast of the island.. heavily forested but rich in metals, from prelim tests." reported a portly man with thining red hair, "It's quite a find, sir."

ooc sorry for crappy post... tired

Any army of not guns and swords wracked from the fleets of cargo ships, each rusting and massive, but enormous numbers of workers with drills and bulldozers began to shifted from the beaches as the airy tropical climate made them wonder. Some of them were accustomed to this terrain, most were not. Many of them began to look about in awe, this sight only beheld to them before in nothing more than a postcard, a picture, or even nothing more than a movie. To them, this bliss of paradise was to be ruined by big business, and for that they felt slightly ashamed that such a graceful sliver of God’s beauty would be crushed for their own greed. Nevertheless, it all went down to survival. Building camp, they began to set up a grid, almost like a small, shanty town, the buildings of utmost importance sitting in the middle of this hamlet of people, the armies of the workers moving around as they brandished their equipment, chattering and pondering with each other, shaking hands in agreements with wondrous breath. It was their first day, and no work was to begin yet, camp still needed to be established, people still needed to get their electrical systems working, running water was still off by a long shot.

Despite the beauty, the golden beaches sparkling as crabs walked along its edge, whitecaps crashing into the nearby rocky outcrops as the cliffs overlooked them with a cool, calm shadow, civilization dwindled at the very most. All the buildings were tents as of now, and they would create much larger, grander structures to show the immense wealth, but for now, there was nothing to do other than to prepare their excavations. The first quarry was to begin in a satellite projected silver deposit, and in large bundles. Without any natives to say the most, they were to trek through the dangerous, disease filled canopy of green that was the island’s immense jungle, and hopefully have the majority of them reach without wounds so they could begin their work immediately.

One of them, a thick bearded, muscular man with a short t-shirt and hair y arms piped up in the makeshift bar that existed, it’s roof nothing more than a wooden slate atop a series of poles that were hung about with a tent’s rags on each end. It was not originally thought of, but for the sake of alcohol, they did it – people had to drink, and workers the most. From here, amongst four others as they looked around the dotted landscape, he gurgled and groaned as the workers beside him cheered and roared tumultuously whenever a single glass mug was slammed barbarically on the wooden pole that was the counter, and they cheered even harder when he slacked up another sloshing glass.

“Argh, Mike.” One of them said in a thick Bavarian accent, his arms equally hairy and equally gruff. Mike continued his escapade, as his third mug smashed down onto the sands, his direction being slowly murdered by the beer.

Sand blew everywhere in the rush of wind created by the twin rotors as the V-22 Osprey, on of the first off the assembly line, set down on the beach. A pair of OCP security officers clad in black jumpsuits hopped down onto the beach. They took position on both sides of the landing ramp, as three men in business suits walked down onto the sand. "Nice place for a vacation," one of them said. "Never mind that," replied the second. "Are you sure this is the right place?" "Positive," answered the third man. "The SR-71 recon photos clearly displayed this island. They also showed other groups that have already arrived." The man who spoke second, and was in charge of the opperation, then turned to face both men. "Well, what are we waiting for? Get the Yorktown to send in the rest of the landing force. Let's set up a base camp."

For the next several hours, a dozen V-22's ferried men and equipment from the carrier Yorktown to the beach. They assembled a base camp from pre-fabracated structures and cleared a landing field on the beach. The man in charge then met with his two assotiates. "Alright. This is off to a good start. Contact Romano and inform his of our progress. Then send our survey teams to search the area. Let's get to work."

"Sir, the defensive perimeter is secured. We've got confirmation of a number of companies placing claims on various parts of this island."

The commander looked up at the eager young officer, who seemed convinced that the entire company rested on this news, Also, oddly enough, that it was surprising.

"I read the file. Increase patrols, and see if we can't get a couple of artillery pieces."

"Aye, sir!"

The officer saluted. He seemed to think he was actually in the millitary. The commander shook his head and went back to his reports.
***
Artillery? A bludgeons tool. Kallan far preferred subtler means. Now, to find out if any of these companies were publicly traded...

The Beetle like skin of the Toxitrooper environmental suit shon back the rays of the sun making the soldier look more silver then the intended Naval Blue, he breathed out the hoarse sounds of the gas masks assisted breathing mechanism and continued with his job.

There were 12 of them, spraying the poisonous liquid over the area of extreme vegitation, this plateu was going to be the site of the future Toopoxican Regional HQ, but first the plant-life had to be removed, Akre was sitting back watching the fumes escape the area above, he sort of smiled as hye was quite distressed at the loss of all that poisonous vegitation, he got up and wandered over to the area marked for Poison cultivation, then he truly smiled and looked over across the island, this place was going to be his shining moment.

((OOC: sorry about not being able to post until now. I didn't know you were starting it that night, and I din't get on last night until 12:30 and I was too tired to post it. Hope it's alright.))

The small board room was dark and smelled of cigar. A small slide show of graphs and charts flashed onto the stained pull-down projector screen. It was all that the small, poor company could afford. They were officially the poorest business in KooleKoggle. Since the civil war had broken out, they’d not been able to print even the smallest coin because of the lack of workers. But as the end of the civil war was nearing, they’d finally to be able to get back into business. That was of course if they didn’t bankrupt before then.

As the meeting came near an end the CEO snapped out of his wandering daze into nowhere with the brightening lights. He yawned and looked around the small table at the rest of the board members of the office. They’d apparently wanted an answer to something, but after his 30 minute nap, he wasn’t sure what. He slowly looked at each one then tried to say something that hopefully pertained to the meeting.

“Well....You guys are working hard, but the productions not there...”

Some nervousness came to his face as he looked at their questioning faces. But he had to go. There were much more important matters at hand.

“I’m sorry I have to leave so soon, but I must get going.”

The usual individual hand shakes were given and he walked out of chlostrophobic office. He swiftly walked down the grimy hallways, leaving through the front exit. A limo was waiting for him as he came out. He got in, finally relaxing after the last half hour of wearisome hell. He wasn’t exactly sure where the driver was taking him, but most of the time, it seemed he was more informed than he was himself. Soon he recognized he was being taken to his personal heli-pad. It wasn’t a huge one, but it served its purpose.

Soon enough however, he was being boarded into his private helicopter. And it wasn’t just an old Bell. It was nice. The top in the class of luxury. Enough room for nine people, and possibly a brass pole. Inside, it smelled of leather and was all lined with fine 20 k gold. It seemed all a bit too lavish for a CEO of a small failing business. And that was true. Had it not been for one fact. The fact that unofficially, they were huge. Nearly every business in KooleKoggle was secretly owned by them. The thing about the KoleKog Coin and Plate was that there was no safe guard on the money they made. They’d secretly made nearly double what they said since nearly day 1. But now, even with their money-making shut down, their accounts just got bigger.

The slowing of the helicopter implied that they were nearing the destination. The CEO stepped out of the chopper and was surprised by the sudden short slump after he stepped out. He looked down to see rich, golden sand. He looked around now that he just realized that the smell was pristine sea water. He saw miles of golden shore in either direction. He smiled as he saw the rest of his main executives being led out of a pathway leading into the forest by someone he didn’t recognize.

One man in an especially ritzy suit walked up.

“Ah, it’s good to see you again Gedlo Pem. We haven’t talked for a couple of months man. Although it must be tough with all of the War stuff going on. Well anyway, they just discovered this island and it is great. It’s got everything we could ever need. Hell, we could supply 90 wars.”

Gedlo was glad to see his old business buddy, but he wanted to get down to business.

“So, who’s that guy?”

Points to the man that had been guiding them around.

“Oh, he’s going to be our chief architect. He has a lot of the blueprints and everything made out. We just need to make sure it’s all alright with you. We’ve got ourselves a pretty nice piece of land here. It’s rich in everything, but we could use more. However, at least eight other companies have already found this place. We’ve already got legal working on making sure we own this plot of land. But for now, let’s celebrate our find.”

They all cheered as a few bottles of champagne and a case of the finest cigars were brought out of the luxury helicopter. It was going to be a good night that most of them probably wouldn’t remember. They were all multimillionaires but they were still their humble country boy selves at heart.

OOC: You guys can go ahead. I will post later. I have my exams this week, so studying crunch must begin.

By the next day the workers had finished building a small base a mile in from the beach. It was made up of several pre-fabracated shelters, storage sheds, a runway, and two hangers. All of these surrounded a large command building in the center. Metal fences topped with barbed wire wrapped around the entire base, while armed security troopers walked the perimeter.
In the command building, Robert Mitchel, in charge of the base, was meeting with his two associates. "We have recieved a reply from home," he said. "The boss is sending more supplies to develope the area." "What about Romano?" asked one man. "That is the better news," replied Mitchel. "He has approved a contract that has been placed with Phoenix Dynamix to build our new carrier. It will be completed in 28 months, after which he will send it here for support." "What about the proposed rail line between us and the beach?" said the second man. "Approved," Mitchel said. "Supplies are on route. Untill then, continue sending teams by Humvee farther inland to explore the area. I want a full map of a 15 mile radius around this base by tomorrow."

*Bump

Radio transmission from the OCP base to a secret installation near the border of OCP an United Delta...

-The latest survey has reveiled an oil deposit 27 miles from base camp. i have ordered drilling equipment from headquarters to be sent ASAP. This oil will be shipped to Temgosha as part of our trade agreement. We are continuing our survey of the island. No contact has been made with any of the other groups that are also present here. More information is being hand-carried back to you. Next contact at 0945 hours. RM-

*bump

The quick easily built structures had suddenly popped up around the cleared area where the gasses had been sprayed, for now the members inside the tent had to wear the on-site gas masks and wear Toxitrooper Has-Mat Suits, Lucian Brave looked down at the people gathered before him, Akre Toops, a wierd Assassin with a fetish for poisons, Nikolai Leonovic, Sabatuer for the Toxitrooper Elites, Mary, a rather butch woman who carried a rather large Machine gun on her back and lastly John Cuban, a general all round hard man, kinda like Rambo.

Lucian had decided to bide his time before unleashing these people upon his rivals on this island, wait for them to strike first and then he could have an excuse for sabotuer works.

((OOC: sorry I haven't been on here in a while, but it doesn't look like much has gone on though. But here's my post. I hope this thing starts rolling again.))

So far, the construction had gone nearly flawless. Gedlo was very satisfied at how it was all turning out. All the workers’ housing and most of the temporary headquarters were set up. But workers were still pouring in on carrier boats by the minute. Most of the workers weren’t even KooleKogglian. Most were from economically unstable countries which had recently collapsed. Like Kwaglomity and several others. And of course, the KKCPC had the only jobs available throughout the “unfortunate fall” of the nations.

The CEO walked into one of the shanty offices. In there were all of the men who had been there when he first arrive. He looked around the small makeshift room. He kicked a little bit of the sand of the floor up before taking his place at the front of the “boardroom” table.

“Alright men, I see the constructions doing great. Fred, how long until all of the temps are done and we can start on the main centers?”

A heavily built man with quite a ridiculous moustache looked up from his papers at the head man.

“Umm...Well it’s hard to say exactly. But I think it’ll be in the neighborhood of 3 weeks.”

“That’s fantastic. Uhh let’s see. Gedev, Are the deeds made out yet? And exactly how much land and worth do we own.”

This time a thin gangly man replied.

“Well, we have the deed made out now, but I’m having a hell of a time actually figuring out what exactly it’s worth. We have at least a hundred square miles, but a lot of the competition has more than that. But like I said when we got here. It’s enough. I’d say at least a few hundred million, hell maybe even a few billion in resources. This place is just.......well it’s unbelievable, Gedlo.

“That’s good news Gedev. Alright, what about the assets Den. How much can we afford in this thing and be profitable?”

This time, it was the original man who’d greeted the boss that answered.

“To be profitable? Most of it. But even if this is the find of the century Gedlo, we already have a good thing going. We shouldn’t put it all on the line for a gamble. I’d say put a max of 25% into this deal.”

Gedlo looked coldly at him. They were best friends from childhood, but rarely did they ever agree on anything in business.

“Alright. Put 40% in.”

Gedlo resumed with the assembly despite of the deathly looks given to him by Den.

About an hour later the meeting was over and most of them went on to do their own vocations. However Gedlo and Den had stayed behind. After they both got a cigar out of the wooden box on the table the stared at each other for at least a minute. Finally Den broke the silence.

“Look man, I know you like this place and you want new things, but this a risky venture, Gedlo. I mean, we’ll be bringing international attention onto us. I mean we can’t keep our previous excursions secret for too long man. I mean look at all of the workers, the boats, the choppers. You don’t think they’ll notice the expenses that heavily outweigh even the amount of money we LEGALLY made? How’ll we explain that?

Gedlo was calm through the question.

“Look man, I’ve already got it worked out. Leave it to me.”

Gedlo stood from throne-like chair which was almost ridiculous in the tiny beach-floored shack. He started to leave but then turned back to his old business chum.

“Hey want some champagne. I’ve got a bottle in my room at least 60 years old.

They both smiled after the statement. The only thing they liked better than a nice glass of champagne was money.

“Yeah, Gedlo. I’d very much like that.

Well, I guess I'll bump it. I just posted but it didn't move it to the front page. so.


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The blast from the diesel horn made Robert Mitchel jump. "Damn train jockeys," said Mitchel as he watched the SW-1500 switcher pulling a string of tank cars full of oil over freshly-laid tracks. The new rail line streched from the pumping station to the coast, where a pair of new docks had been built. The tank cars were loaded onto a rail-barge for shipment. Mitchel lifted up his radio, "How's the drilling going?" he asked. "On time, sir," Came the reply. "The new oil well will be ready in three days." "Good. Keep me informed. Out." He walked back into the command building. "Is the contact team ready?" he asked. "Ready and waiting," replied his assosiate. "All they need is your word to go." "Go," said Mitchel. "Send them out. Make contact with the other groups on the island. We need to know their intentions."

OOC: Sorry about this short post.
“We keep this thing clean, legal and if necessary, we use tactical force only when we have to. Remember, we can turn them against themselves.” The chairman said to the others, as they prickled their fat fingers and agreed like drones. “Let’s send out a friendly welcome.”

To all who are interested
We of the Eratech Corporation are extremely interested in a possible economic truce. Any movement on our territory will cost money for both sides to get the other off. The same can be applied to others. Let us be friends, and all reap the profits together.

The reply soon came from the OCP command center...

This is Robert Mitchel of Omni Consumer Product. We have claimed an area of 45 square miles on the South-Eastern shore. More exploration of the surrounding land is underway. I can meet with your excecutives to discuss an economic truce. Awaiting your reply.

Robert Mitchel looked out of his office window. It had been many months since he had returned home, but running OCP's new off-shore investment was a full-time job. He watched as a train of oil cars approached the dock to be loaded onto a rail-barge for shipment. He also had to approve the site for the new mine. A resent survey had indicated a large deposit of iron ore 42 miles south of the main base. Then, a knock on the door disturbed his thoughts. "Sorry to disturb you," said an aid leaning in the doorway. "The new carrier, Emperiator Romanov, will be here in an hour. You'll be expected at the dock." "Thank you," replied Mitchel. "Have my Durango standing by." As the aid left to make the preperations, Mitchel turned back to the window. So, he thought, He's finally here. I have been waiting for this day. He then adjusted his tie and left the office for the dock...

((OOC: I finally got my internet back. It's been out for a few weeks. But it seems this thread is dead. But what the hell, I have this post ready, so I might as well post it. Hopefully it'll revive.))

“Gedlo, We’ve got a team of people on our Northeastern perimeter. They say they’re with Omni-Consumer product. They want to speak with you.”

Gedlo looked up in amazement. He’d just received a message from A company called Eratech wanting some sort of economic truce, and now this man had come barging in with more news of strangers wanting to speak.

“Hmm...Well send a team of the Security Core and bring them here. I have to tend to another couple of issues.”

The messenger nodded and walked out of the temporary thatch-walled office. AS he did so, Gedlo made a phone call on his sat phone. He waited as the phone rang. Finally after he was answered from the other end of the phone call, he only said one thing before hanging back up.

“Yeah, It’s me. Air it now.”

He turned to his laptop and began readying a reply to this Eratech company.

This Is Gedlo Pem of KoleKog Coin and Plate Corporation. We have found and Notarized Our ownership of a 103 square mile area of land in The Southwest area of the island. About half of it is boggy land with minimal oil in it. We look to annex much more however as it seems that less than half of the land is claimed. I think that a Economic truce would be beneficial to us both at this time. I hope that we can do business together in a very cordial manner.

With sincerity,
Gedlo Pem

After finishing, He read through it before sending it off. After that business was done, he leaned back in his chair. It looked very out place. Having cushioned high dollar office chairs in sand-floored Tiki huts was quite odd. But in any case it had been his first chance of relaxation all day. However his newfound rest was disturbed as Den walked in with a humble portable TV. He set it down and turned it on before even saying a word. It was tuned to KNC (KooleKogglian News Corporation).

“Gedlo, the news finally released the story. Take a look.”

A short Female Reporter was standing in front of luxurious mansion where a man was standing in front of a podium before an immense crowd. The reporter is already speaking.

“....Is giving all of his fortune away. Yes, you heard me right. Just now, Ronji Fren, KooleKoggle’s richest man has just given all of his mass fortune to the KoleKog Coin and Plate Corporation. Ronji has become the top businessman in KooleKoggle as well as the richest. But just now he’s announced that all but his home will be given to the small currency making corporation for a business venture in the Pacific.....”

The TV was turned off, as Den looked up at his longtime chum. A smile crossed both of their faces. Gedlo had pulled it off. It seemed that the cover story was perfect. He was sure everyone would ask why. But now, he was sure that no one was going to ask how they were funding this venture.

“This great, I knew he’d do it.” Gedlo said in response to the report.

“Well, Why wouldn’t he? We’re not actually going to use hardly any of his money and after this is over, he’s getting it back.”

“Yeah, but it’s just the idea that is yours is someone else’s that would keep me from doing it. It’s gotta be weird....Oh yeah, before I forget, I need to ask you if you’ve ever heard of Eratech Corporation?”

After thinking for a moment, Dem satisfies the question with a shake of his head.

“Can’t say that I have. But I’ll get right on it. I’ll get back with you soon on that one.”

“Alright good. They just contacted us, saying that they also have a stake in some land on the island and wanted some sort of economic truce. Once you get the information, let me know.”

“That’s what I was planning on. But right now I have some business to do back home. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow with all of the information you want. Alright?”

Gedlo was wondering why he had to leave but he didn’t question it. He was sure it was just Dem company sector was have some meeting.

“Yeah sounds goo. I’ll see you then.”

The two men stood and shook hands. After the farewell, Dem left the hut to board his helicopter.

It had turned out to be a very unexpectedly busy day for Gedlo and he was ready for some rest.

I guess I'll bump it a couple of times and see what happens

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