NationStates Jolt Archive

-Prime Minister’s House-

After a difficult night trying to organize a peace keeping mission for Kilrany, Prime Minister Lester Geddie (http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/images/400/yes_prime_minister_1.jpg)(middle) found himself on the floor behind his large oak desk, drowling on the carpet with a nasty hang over. Delsea was famous for its whisky and Lester was taking advantage of that. There was a know on the door, and Lester attempted to fix his hair, and tuck in his shirt.

“Uh, Come.”

“Sir I’ve got thing interesting here. We got word from Intellegence, from listening to radio chatter.”

“And whats that?” Lester grabed the paper and got up and sat in his chair. “Terra Recedentia...” He scrached his head. “Interesting, Miss Lucy send for the General, and Chase Serrel(right in the pic).’

“Right away sir.”

“And find me some food. And a comb. Oh and a toothbrush.”

“Yes sir.” She walked out of the room and closed the large oak doors behind her.

***

*Knock*Knock
“Come.” Miss Lucy entered followed by two men. “Please take a seat.” Gesturing to the leather chairs in front of the desk. “So has Miss Lucy briefed you two?”

“Yes she has.”

“Alright then straight to it. I want to do it. Is it smart?”

“I think so sir we could turn it into a tourist place, a test facility for the army and/or a colony to expand our influence.” replied General Gordan. (http://northernblue.ca/images/mackenzie.jpg)

“Not only that but we could make allies and there could be some serious resources on that island.” remarked Chase.

“Alright so it settled, lets send Carrier Group 1.” said Lester, then takeing a quick swig from a flask.

“We cant sir. The DNS. Faith, the aircraft carrier is in for maintance.”

“Carrier Group 2?”

“Enroute to Kilrany, they will stay outside there waters, but i thought we needed them there, they won’t be back until they run low on supplies or our boys return. And even then well just send out fuel ships. But Carrier Group 3 has just come back from patrols and they are refit and ready to go. Well actully they are heading out in 2 days.”

“Sounds good. Dont bring any civilian contractors, we dont want them to get kiled or hurt, we dont know what to expect. And on this subject, there will be no killing locals if there are or other nations. Clear?”

“Yes sir, reports from a nation already on the island say they have run into some sort of dutch, but they are on the east side. Or so we know so far. We sent aircraft to look around and found most of the nations are on the east side and we have several maps, including political and envroment maps.” The general handed Lester a folder.

“Well well well. Lets claim some where along here.” Pointing to the west side by the small off shore island. And the new land will bw called...”

“Seposita Domus?” spoke Chase.

“What?”

“I learned it in latin class in high school and i like it alot, its what i called my cabin. Means ‘Distant Home’.”

“I like, i like. So that settled. Now the forces. Lets send the I Corps, and additional engineers. Who is the commanding officer of I Corps?”

“Lieutenant General Edmundo Lanze” replied George.

“Yeah he’ll do. And whos the commander of Carrier Group 3?”

“Admiral Yakov Vladisav”

“Oh yeah hes good. He’ll be in command of Operation Little Seed.”

“Operation Little Seed sir?”

“Yeah i just thouht of it. It makes sence doesn’t it?”

“Yeah i guess it does.”

“Ok i think thats all, get it done. I want them leaving harbour tonight!”

***

-Fort Eagledale Port-

Delesa Map (http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i189/seanmyhre/Map.jpg)

Whistles and horns were going off. A large crowd had gathered to wish the saliors and soldiers good luck and good bye. Then there was the government officals on the pier. Operation Little Seed was under way for the new land. Lester loved to watch the large carriers sail out of port, and the convoy assemble out in the Eagle Straight.

“It’s the beginning of a new chapter for Delesa. Seposita Domus, thats good.” Lester mumbled to himself as he watched the ships.



STAY TUNED FOR TEH ARRIVAL!!!!

Carrier Group 3 (10 ships)
Admiral Yakov Vladisav
1x Nimitz Class*Nuclear Powered Aircraft Carriers (flag ship)
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/nimitz/

1x LHD Wasp Class*Amphibious Assault Ships
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/wasp/

3x Halifax Class*Frigates
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/halifax/

1x SSN Astute Class*Attack Submarine
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/astute/

2x SSK Victoria Class Long-Range Patrol Submarines
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/ssk_victoria/

2x RFA Fort Victoria Class*Fleet Replenishment Ships
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/victoria/

Add-ons just for the mission: (5 ships)
2x LPD Rotterdam Class*Landing Platform Dock
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/rotterdam/

2x Frank S. Besson Class*LSV Logistic Support Vessel
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/lsv/

1x Wave Class Royal Fleet Auxiliary*Large Fleet Tankers
http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/wave/

I Corps (46500 men)
Lieutenant General Edmundo Lanze
Units[i]
3rd Brigade, 2nd Infantry Regiment 2000
1st Brigade, 2th Infantry Regiment 2000
7th Infantry Division 10,000
9th Infantry Division 10,000
1st Calvary Division 6,000
1st Military Police Brigade 3,000
1st Personnel Group 2,000
1st PSYOP Battalion 500
1st Medical Brigade 3,000
1st MI Brigade 3,000
1st COSCOM (ARC) 1000
1st Combat Engineer Group 2,000
1st Corps Support Group 2,000

[i]Add-ons just for the mission: (4,000)
2nd Combat Engineer Group 2,000
3rd Combat Engineer Group 2,000




*Bridge of DNS.Nimitz*
21:37 hours

“Admiral Yakov Vladisav, the captians from the other ships and army officers have arrived and are in the officers mess hall.”

“Fine, tell them I’ll be right there.” Yakov wanted to see this nw land. This paridise. It was a nice change. Instead of long, boring patrols, they were looking for a island to colonize. What a feeling, what a job. He was the over all commanding officer for the mission, operation little seed. ‘Man,’ he thought ‘operation little seed? who the hell thinks of these names. And what was the name for the new land? I cnat even remember. Jesus, i could think of better names. But thats not my job.” Yakov was a loyal honest man. He started as a junior officer and rised throught the ranks until he reached admiral. He loves his job. And one he planned to be the admiral of the entire navy. He slowly made his way through the carrier, through the long coridors. Finally he reached the room labled Officers Mess. He opened the door. All the officers were standing talking, and drinking that famous whisky. ‘Yum i could use some right about now’ he thought. We went to the head of the table.

“Gentlemen, take your seats please.” Everyone sat down exept the admiral. So men, here we are. A new mission, something other then patrols eh?”

“Hurah!”

“Yes. Well let me the first to welcome al the new officers and army personal on board my humble home.”

“Hurah!”

“Haha, well off to this new land will challege us. Tonight sleep well cause tomarrow morning, we’ll have new land on the horizan.”

“Hurah!”

“Alright. Before we eat. Long Live Delesa, from sea to sea, mountain to mountain, man to woman, we in the armed forces will serve out country till we can no longer can move. And even then we will not let Delesa die, for she is in our hearts and in our minds. Mother Delesa has protected us and feed us. It’s our duty to protect her from evil hands that would poisin the soil and kill her childern. Long Live Delesa! Hurah!”

“Hurah! Hurah! Hurah!”

“Lets eat.”

Yakov sat down. And began to eat his roast beef.

“Sir?” asked the captain of the SSN Astute, captain Andy Dowler, a good friend.

“Yes Andy?”

“About this new island, who lives there? Are we going to have to fight for the land? What about other nations? Do we fight them for the rights? Cause i dont think that a good idea for just a piece of land. I dont need any of my boys dieing.”

“I know, and no. We have orders not to engage. Just find some land that we can live on and build into a colony.”

“How long are we going to stay?”

“Until were told to leave.”

“And if we can get land?”

“We fight for a piece of land. We have our orders.”

“Thats what i mean? What if its all gone? We kill them to gain a strip of land?”

“Did i say kill? No i said fight. We’ll talk to them and figure a way out. Killing is my last weapon, unless they provoke us.”

“Fine i trust you Yakov. Your a friend, i trust you with my live and those of my crew.”

“Dont worry. You know what Andy?”

“What?”

“You worry too much, we’ll be fine.”

***

*Bridge of DNS.Halifax*
03:54 hours

Halifax was a Halifax Class*Frigate. She was the point ship in the convoy. The night shift was on and it was really nasty outside the ship. A storm was raging against the cold steel of the Halifax. You couldnt see 100 metres in front of the bow. Which was a bad thing. They were looking for land, and how do you find land? By looking. Yeah theres the GPS, but where you have the coordinates of the east side, when you where coming form the west didnt help.

“Crap this is really bad. Liek really bad! What if we beach?” as a able sea man at the helm.

“Dont worry that’s why they invented the sonar.”

“Are you getting a clear reading then thought stuff?’

“...”

“Thats what i thought.”

“Well boo hoo, there is no way we can beach this thing.”

“Shut up and make sure the rest of the convoy is following. And ask the SSK Victoria hows the weather down there. Shes the one beneath us right?”

“Yeah i think so.” The salior left to charts for a second and want to the communicatins room. He came back. “Says its just peachy down there. And the convot is mostly together, one of the Fort Victoria Class*Fleet Replenishment Ships is lagging behind, theres something wrog with there engine.”

“Good. So could you find out where we are.”

“Somewhere over here.” Pointing to a empty spot on the map. He looked up. “What the... Did you see that?”

“Yeah i think so. It looked like a large plane. Wait what the hell was that?”

“What?”

“That there!”

“What i dont see anything.”

“RIGHT THERE!!”

“What that?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah thats nothing. Just the rain.” The storm then calmed doen and the sea stoped throwing the ship around.

“Sweet Jesus...” (:eek: jk)

“STOP THE SHIP!! STOP!!”

“Contact the admiral, we have land.”

*Bridge of the DNS.Nimtiz*
04:05 hours

Admiral Yakov Vladisav was out of bed the moment he heard that the scout ship had spotted land. It wasnt liek he was really sleeping. The storm was really rocking the ship, but all of a sudden the carrier settled and a salior came to his quarters saying land was spotted.
The ships now quietly idle in a giant mass with the subs surfaced. Withthe storm behind them the picture would have been perfect, except, as eager as Yakov was to get on the land, he didnt want to rush in.

“Seems quiet enough...”

“It does Admiral. Course of action?”

“Storm the beach, secure a beach head. Get scouts out into that forest there on the right side and the armour scouting in the plains to the left. Once we secure a large enough area, hacve the engineers set up a tent city and prepare the construction equipment to start cutting down trees tomarrow. First thing we build will be several watch towers.”

“Aye sir, relaying message to all ships.” Then there was a sudden flury of action, ships broke from their idle to a roar as the landing ship rammed onto the shore and the hover crafts left their mother ships and rushed to the shores. Soldiers rushed on the beach, running and diving into sand dunes. The tanks made their way up with the infantry close behind. The came the Bradly tanks.

“Get me on the shore!” ordered the Admiral.

“Right away sir! Follow me sir.” The seaman lead him out onto the deck and over to a waiting Blackhawk. “Here you go sir.”

“Thank you salior. See you on shore! Lets get this bird in the air!” The blackhawk lifted fromthe deck and flew towards the island shore with 4 other around it. When the bird landed the Admiral jumped off, grabing a C-7 assult rifle. “Get you butt up this beach, CLEAR THOSE TREES YOU THERE! YES YOU! MOVE!” The soldiers were probaly pretty stunned to see there admiral ordering them what to do.

“Shouldnt he be on a ship or soemthing?” They ask each other.

It was still dark out, but the admiral wanted the beach and he had waited long enough.

09:43

The sun had begun to come up, and the 6000 engineers were hard at work creating the tent city. There had been some encounters with some animals, but nothign else. There had been two injuries when a squad entered a care that happened to be home to gizzly bear. They escaped with there live, but one soldier had a serious cut to the arm, and the other a couple broken ribs. They were flown back to the DNS.Nimitz for medical treatment. But then a disaster stuck. A patrol had gone missing. They hadnt checked in, and didnt respond to radio calls. A search squad was sent out and found them dead. Killed by the looks of arrows.

“Arrows? Arrows? Who the hell has arrows?” questioned Yakov.

“Well sir, we could be dealing with a primative race. Like the north american natives, or ancient egyptians.”

“Well lets find them and question them, meanwhile put all secerity details on high alert. We dont need enemies. We need allies. Also get the report to Armed Forces HQ.”

“Yes sir.”

Armed Forces HQ
Re: Progress Report on Operation Little Seed
Task Force Carrier Group 3
Admiral Yakov Vladisav

Reached land @ 04:10 hours. Scouts sent out, no resistance. 2 soldier injuried by bear, condition is stable. Minor wounds. 09:45 partol went missing. 09:58 search party sent out. Found bodies of the squad killed by what looks like arrows. Further search for the killers. Bodies will be sent back via submarine. Tent city complete. Supplies full. Sea patrols being sent out tonight. Looking to make contact.

Total Casusalties;
2 wounded
4 KIA

Signed
Admiral Yakov Vladisav

Darkness. Stillness. Nothingness. If they could have been considered thoughts, they would have been on the mind of a small piece of titanium-aluminum alloy whose metallic body glinted in the view of the hellish inferno of Sol – viewed directly, not through the protective shield of Earth’s atmosphere. For far below the satellite, the massive orb of deep royal blues, lush verdant greens, and warm yellows and umber browns rotated ever so slowly while wisps of white clouds moved to and fro altering the shape and form at every moment. At every click. For inside the small, but highly advanced piece of machinery cameras recorded streaming video and still images of a variety of forms. Packaged into little digital files, the packets of data were sent from the satellites central processing unit to the communication array, where after being heavily encrypted, the information was sent down to that little globe that turned with every feeling of self-importance, blithely ignorant of the vastness of the emptiness surrounding it.

The Admiralty, Breningrad
Oceania Province, United Kingdom

In the sterilely lit passages and halls of the Admiralty, Ensign Benjamin Davis blinked his eyes twice before rubbing them crudely with his fingers. Slowly they drifted away from his computer console and over to the espresso machine sitting so temptingly on the table made available for the night staff at the headquarters of the Office of Royal Navy Intelligence, an old branch of the senior service that had not been amalgamated into the larger Royal Intelligence Service – albeit for entirely political reasons.

Davis headed a small department tasked with the collection and analysis of data on a new splotch of land, hesitantly named Terra Recedentia. While the Royal Intelligence Service collected most of the data on the continent, the Royal Navy had a direct interest in monitoring the deployment of foreign fleets to the even wider geographic theatre. Currently, the Oceanian colonies of East Recedentia and Equatorial Recedentia had only a small token Royal Navy presence, and an even smaller presence of ground forces – all an attempt not to spook or frighten the natives. Thus, deployments of large battlegroups could potentially threaten the United Kingdom and her control over the sea lanes of communication and trade.

With a quick double click, Davis pulled open the latest series of still images sent to him by the actual department, located elsewhere but continually reviewing the data. Interesting, he muttered to himself, blinking his eyes again and pulling himself closer to the screen. Pulling open an image editing programme, he magnified the image and sharpened the resolution revealing more of the area of interest. On the west coast, he muttered to himself again. Very interesting indeed.

He clicked on another graphic icon and opened the secure e-mail programme dedicated to the Royal Navy’s headquarters building. In a list of contacts, Davis selected his immediate superior and then attached the whole of the files he had received. He clicked the ‘send’ button and then pushed himself away from his desk and up and out of his chair, dragging himself over to the espresso machine – filled with the latest imports from Pacitalia.

Within the hour the information on the fleet in the west had reached the desk of the First Sea Lord, who was quite content laying supine on his luxurious bed, his eyes closed and his mind at rest. Dawn had yet to break on the major power centres in the United Kingdom, principally the cities of Imperium, Philadelphia, and Breningrad; however, in several hours the government would be alerted to the growing presence of foreign navies around the continent – and it would be forced to react in some way, shape, or form. But for now, people slept. Sol had yet to creep across the horizon.

Admiral Yakov had landed and established a crude but suitable base of operations with a HQ built of wood for the moment, in the first 2 days. 6 tower had been constructed and and the exploration of the island had come to a halt. The natives’ forces had killed the soldiers and fled for some apparent reason. New satellite images of the island showed serval different cultures and cities all over the island, including a bunch of unorganized natives to the south. So the admiral just guess that they had traveled up, just to inspect when his boys got too close. But the fact was that someone had to pay and he wanted to find the killers and bring justice.

Yakov woke up in his quarters with his combats on. He didn’t like to sleep in PJs as he might be called in the middle of the night and he would need to leave and he knew that time didn’t wait for him to change. There was a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

“Sir, a fax from Navy HQ.”

“What does it say?”

“Says that the deaths of those mean are unacceptable and the criminals are to be brought to justice. And that further exploration of the island is demanded. Also to interact with other nations.”

“Well I know that, I was already planning to do so jeeze. Alright, I have to get to the bridge and issue orders.” The ensign led the admiral up to the bridge. “Alright relay this message to the DNS. Silent hunter(Victoria SSK Submarine) ‘Orders are to proceed to the north and around the top and contact the first nation they come in contact with and try to get them to come here or some sort of arrangement so we can meet. Notice, make sure to approach the contacts under a white flag.’ Also message the DNS. Victoria (Victoria SSK Submarine) to do the same thing but go south. Also get General Edmundo Lanze to get him men cracking on the cement barracks and HQ. Also I want bunkers made soon.”

“Aye aye sir.” The ensign turned around and ran to the communications room.

“And would someone get me a helicopter crew to get me to the island? I want a crew on the deck when I get there.” The admiral left the bridge in a state of panic. The Admiral was not one to piss off. So you did your job and you did it the way he said too. Otherwise it was heard he would have you thrown into the ships cells. He had a smirk on his face. He walked back to his cabin with a pace. He quickly picked up his vest, helmet and rifle. He quickened his pace as he made his way to the deck. When he reached the deck a crew was already waiting for him. ‘Good. These guys are getting better.’

“Sir your transport awaits.” The door gunner yelled over the engine as he helped him into the door.

“Thanks, now let’s go, I don’t have all day.” The Blackhawk rose from the desk and pulled a 180, and roared off to the island. He looked out the door at his navy. The two submarines were heading into there directions. Other ships were preparing for patrols, assembling, it was a beautiful site. When he landed a soldier from the HQ came running over with a worried look.

“What is it boy?”

“The prime minister is coming.”

“When?”

“When?”

“Tomorrow, the Hercules plane is planning to land at 14:20 hours.”

“How long is he staying?

“Not sure sir.”

“Alright, new priorities from the engineers. Build me an airfield. The prime minister can stay in my room. And I’ll stay in a tent on the island.”

“Yes sir, I’ll go deliver the orders.” He turned and ran back to the HQ.A group of about 5 soldiers came to greet the admiral. Actually it turned out to be the general and his staff.

“And what can I do for you boys on a fine morning like this?”

“Have you heard the news?” the general said with a little worry in his voice.

“Yeah that guy who ran past you told me.”

“What did you order?”

“Your engineers are now building an airfield.”

“All other projects on hold?”

“How could you tell?”

**Not done!!**

"Well we are talking about the prime minister and hes coming tomarrow."

"That was a joke."

"Sorry, i dont joke wlihe on duty."

"You should it would make your life a hell of a lot funner."

"Yes. So that 3000 engineers. What about the other boys."

"Orders have been sent we continue to explore, but with no more deaths."

"Well then can we kill the little buggers if they come near us?"

"No not if they are coming to talk. Bbut if we come under fire again, we shoot in defence."

"Alright. Come with me admiral." the general turned around and started to walk to the HQ when al of a sudden there was a loud crack and screams. The admiral turned and ran towards the screams. So itseemed everyone else was. Eventully when he reached the tree tine, there was a large croud of soldiers looking at something. The admiral squeezed his way in, and was he got closer to the screams they got worse and worse. Once he reached the interior of the circle he found to his discust a soldier, what looked like a engineer, with a tree crushing his legs. People were yelling for medics and for a truck. The admiral cleared his throught.

"LISTEN!" he yelled "Some one get a bulldozer over here and lift the tree up. Meanwhile i want a medical hummer over here ready to take him back to the HQ where a blackhawk will fly him back to the carrier. Understand? Everyone whos isnt doing anything, leave, go back to your jobs, orders are being issed right as we speak." The admiral looked down atthe soldier. Two others were trying to comfort him, telling him everything would be ok and patting him and rubbing his head. "Wheres my tractor??" Screamed the adfmiral to no one in paticular. Then there was a rumble behind him. The grounf shook and he turned around and was face to face with a large tractor. "Lift this bloody log off this poor man, NOW!" Several men around the admiral started to prep the log and tractor. Wrapping chains around the log and hooking it onto the bucket of the tractor. At the same time a hummer came shooting nito the screen stopping right besde the log and the fallen soldier. "Alright, on my command. LIFT!" The tractor stained to heave up the heavy load. But sonn enough it was lifted and the medic were under examining the legs, before loading him up on a strcher then to the hummer, wheer it raced off back to HQ. From the distance Admiral could see the helio take off and head back tot he ship. He slung his rifle over his sholder and walked back to the HQ. The general was outside with a cigar in his mouth.

"What happened?"

"Tree fell on a soldier." The admiral kicked the side of the HQ knocking off the mud from his boots, and walked inside. He looked the soldier behind a computer, reconizing thaty he was the one who typed up the orders and made sure they were sent. "Are the orders out?"

"Over there sir," POinting to a group of men on radios taking away. "They are sending them out now."

"Excellent. Lets get this done and quickly."

"Ofcourse sir." The admiral walked out and leaned up against the building beside the general.

"Damn, that horrible what happened to the man."

"Yeah but be glad it wasnt you."

"Shut up, masybe the safety precaustions need to re reviewed. Put one of your staff on it and i want the report on my desk by tonight."

"Right away." The general git up and walked over to a G-wagon and started to talk to his oficers. 'Damn this is going to be one hell of a day. No make that a week."