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A strange island, an island that does not have any type of human life, an island two hundred miles of the western coast of Africa, an island that was not on any known maps, what type of secrets did this island hold? Now, that is the ultimate question.

Early morning, six a clock, news report for Dominion News Network…

A young woman, both blonde and has blue eyes, in a light gray woman’s dress suit, looked into the camera in front of her. She was both beautiful and smart. “Good morning, Dominionites and people not form the Dominion.” she said, her voice both soft and caring sounding. “I bring you good news, as of two in the morning a lone transport ship, owned by Timber Wolf Inc, was heading off the coast of Africa about two hundred miles from the coast. They were heading to Wolfe Island to deliver some things. The trip was good until their radar picked up a large object in front of them.”

She paused to catch her breath. “This large object was an island. The crew search every map they had on the ship and in the ships’ computer system. They found out one thing, this new island was not charted on any map they had. It is truly a new island.” she said. “The ship slowed down and radioed by to Timber Wolf Inc.’s headquarters for their transport ships about this strange new island. That message was then send to the main headquarters. In less then a minute, the message was send to the owner of Timber Wolf Inc, a man that we all know as Count JWolf, the God-Emperor of the Dominion.”

She pauses again. “As the messages were send between the branches of Timber Wolf Inc, ten members of the crew took to themselves to be the first people to land on this new island. Before they were given word from the higher ups of the company, they used the transport ships’ private hovercraft to head to the island. Those men are on the island as of now. Reports that these men will be paid for their good deals to the Dominion and Timber Wolf Inc.” she said. “As of four a clock in the morning, Dominion Satellites were moved over the island under the Count’s order. They searched every piece of land on the island and found no life but animal life. This island did not have any human life on it but the ten Dominionites on the south-east of the island. A image taken from one of the satellite will be shown in a second.”

The woman was cut off but a picture of the island appeared. The first picture was of the island itself, it was dark picture but you could see the island and it’s mountains. The picture stayed up for thirty second or longer before the next one came up was an infrared shot of the island. The woman appeared back after the last picture was shown for a thirty second or longer.

“This island is 350 miles by 200 miles.” she said. She put her left hand to her ear. “Just in, the Count is talking about the island at Castle Von Wolf. We will be going to that now.”

The screen was changed to the Count wearing a nicely made three piece dark blue suit. The Dominion flag hung to the right of him with the Black Wolves’ flag (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BlackWolves.jpg) at his left.

“As you may know, an uncharted island has been found. This island was found by the crew of one of Timber Wolf Inc. many transport ships. A ten man group is on the island, their names will be with-held at this time. The reports from the island is that it’s mountains are home to many type of metals.” started the Count. “As of now, this is island will be named Kikko Island, named after a woman I met in Japan years ago. To the Count, years ago could mean ten year ago or hundred years ago. “About this island, it will be open to everybody and anyone. Be it allies or nations that the Dominion has never had any contact with. The Dominion will take small part of the island as so called finders fee. A small team of Dominion Navy ships is heading there as I speak to you all. Welcome all to Kikko island”

The screen moved back to the young woman. “Well, there you have it. Now, on to the report of man save a family of ten from a burning building.”

Around Two AM in the morning

The large…no massive transport ship, the TWITSF Rocking Glory, eased through the water off the south-west coast of Africa. This transport ship was one of the largest of it’s class in the world. Timber Wolf Inc. had six of them in it’s transport ship fleet. The ship’s holds could enough supplies to last a whole colony for a whole year. The Rocking Groly was on the way to one of those colony, the island of Wolfe or better known as Wolfe Island.

On the bridge of Rocking Glory, a seventy looking man stood and watched the bridge crew. He had gray hair that look silver in color, his small beading eyes looked around. This man, in his light gray suit and dark blue jacket, served in the Dominion Navy for over fifty years, his last rank of Admiral, then took a job as a captain of Timber Wolf Inc. transport ship about six months after retired form the Dominion Navy. Why would a man that held the rank of an Admiral take a job as a captain of Timber Wolf Inc. transport ship? There was two reasons he took the job, the first being that the paid was damn good and that the man was not a land lover and he was sea lover because of his life at the sea. The man’s name was Gary Falkland and he has been the caption of the Rocking Glory for two years, now.

“Admiral!” said the radar operator. His crew call him Admiral over Captain. “I’m picking up something strange on the range. A large mass in front of us. Maybe an island.”

“An island you say?” asked Falkland. “Check everything before we radio this to back the higher ups. We need to make sure this island is not on any map and is truly uncharted.”

The bridge crew got the work as the helm man turned the ship to the east before it went head on with the island. They would coasted around the northern part of the island before turning towards the south as they neared the eastern part of the island.

Two fifteen AM in the morning

The ships was fifty miles of the island, they were nearing the edge of the east side of the island. Most of the crew were looking out at the island. Well…not all of the crew were taking picture or looking through scopes at the island, a man with salt, gray, and pepper, black, hair in black pant, a dark gray shirt with a dark blue jacket, the man had a matching slat and pepper goatee. The man was looking at the ships’ private hovercraft, a modified NEPTUNE "Alligator" Hovercraft , a small craft compared to the large transport ship. A younger looking man, in the same uniform, walked up next to him.

“You’re think about taking this to the island.” said the young man with light brown hair. “I’m game, if the Admiral allows it.”

“He has, this island is not on any known maps.” said the older man. “I need a team to get together. Ten men counting me and you.” He looked down at the young man. “Go get a crew together and get supplies for the trip.”

“Yes, sir.” said the young man, he saluted then took off heading to get the crew.

Two forty-five AM in the morning

The crew was together, the supplies were being loaded, both medical supplies, food, and weapons. The weapons and extra ammo came from the transport ship’s armory, that is for if pirate tried to broad the ship. The gun were all made by the company the men worked for, so they were well made and could be trust in the time of an attack by some unknown forces on the island.

As the last of the supplies were loaded, the crew broad the hovercraft and waited to be lower in the water. The transport ship was half way down the eastern side of the island.

The crane locked onto the top of the hovercraft and began to lift it upward. “This is going to be weird. I was never the first person to land on a new island.” said one of the ten men, an eighteen year boy

“It will be the first for all of us.” said the older man. The crane spun the hovercraft over the right side of the transport ship, cameras flashed as the hovercraft was lit by spotlights. This was going to be something that need picture for. Something that would become part of the Dominion’s history.

The crane began to lower the hovercraft into the water. “When we hit the water, get ready to feel the waves.” said the older man. The engines fired up as they were half way to the water. They fell the waves as the craft touch the waters. The crane unhooked and the hover craft speed away from the transport and towards the island.

Three fifteen AM in the morning

At this time, the hovercraft was riding the waves heading to the island. They were few miles off of the eastern coast. The waves, which were not that big, could be feel a little bit more then being on the transport ship. But the hovercraft continue on it’s path. The transport ship was about ten miles away from them.

On the radio, a message was heard through out the whole hovercraft. “Good luck, men, good luck.” It was form the Admiral.

The ten men were already happy but after that message, they were happier because they had the Admiral backing them.

The message about the island had send to the Timber Wolf Inc. higher ups, which would go down the line straight to the Count.

Three seventeen AM in the morning

The hovercraft neared the southern edge of the island, they passed a mouth of a river or what looked like a river. “Take us in.” said the older man. The hovercraft turned to the right and moved closer to the island. They eased on the beach and came to stop after hundred yards.

The hovercraft began to power down. “What guns were loaded onboard?” asked the older man.

”Two Master Snake shotguns, four Loki sub-machine guns, a Wild One assault rifle, two Panzer Spider sniper rifles and your Megaslayer assault rifle.” said one of the men. “And that is not counting our sidearm.”

“Hell, didn’t know that we had a Wild One in the armory. That something new to me.” said the older man. “Throw me my rifle.”

One of the men handed the Megaslayer assault rifle with a front grip, a 4x red dot scope, and a visible light. “Get a gun and follow me.” said the older man. He opened the door and hopped to the beach, looking towards the jungles that was lit by lights of the hovercraft. One by one the other men followed and began setting up a little camp grounds next to the hovercraft.

Three forty-five AM in the morning

The crew set up a small satellite disk on the top of the hovercraft and hooked it into the hovercraft’s radio, doing so made the radio into satellite radio. Now they short range radio was long range one. They were picking up reports from the Rocking Glory and the mainland. Something about get a small unit together and sending them to the island. That message came in at about three thirty.

On the beach, the old man looked towards the jungle. His assault rifle rests in his air, a Kali Tau pistol in a hostler on his right hip, a Snake combat knife in his left boot. This man was respects by all of the crew like the Admiral, maybe he did not have fifty year in the Dominion Navy but he did start in the navy at the age of eighteen and is now forty-five years old, and only retired a year ago. The man’s name is Wolfe Maxwell and he worked his way up the ranks of the Dominion Navy, he did everything you can like of on his way to the top. He was a gunner for anti-air guns, a engine room worker, a deep sea diver, a Naval Marine, a radio operator, a radar operator, etc. He studies all known naval ships of the world, looking at everything they have in them or on them. He spend twenty-six years in the Dominion Navy, has became a jack of all trades on the seas.

Another man of the ten man team was former soldier of the Dominion Armed Forces. This man was tall gentleman with a bald head with blonde facial hair, wearing a white ‘wife beater‘, a dark brown pair of pants and black boots. He was well built, his upper body and both arms were muscled. The man had scar that ran down his left check off his face. But that was not on the only scar on his body, on his left upper arm were large scars, where large pieces of metal impaled him during a battle, on his right arm there are small scars that look like teeth marks, those scar was made from a ten foot alligator that he tried to kill with his bare hand. Well, he did the kill the beat by braking it’s neck but he almost die from the loss of blood.

Enough of his past with the anger alligator, more history of why he tried and kill that alligator. The man’s name is Sebastian “Hammer” Rockwolf and he was a Blood Wolf as in the 1st Blood Wolves. He spend six year of his ten years in the Dominion Armed Forces as a Blood Wolf. Hammer was not somebody to take lightly. Right now, he was armed with two Wild Tiger Commando Knives, located on a scabbard on the back of his belt, two Burning Fox pistols cambered in .45 ACP in shoulder holsters and laying need to him was the Wild One assault rifle on a lawn chair around the fire that was set up early.

Four AM in the morning

The Ivan Rogov class large landing ship, which has been loading up with people and vehicles, just moved out of it’s port in southern Portugal. The ships that can transport five hundred twenty soldiers and fifty tank sized vehicles was not carrying that many soldiers or vehicles. There was only fifty soldier and eleven vehicles in the cargo holds. The eleven vehicles; ten M-939A2 5-TON trucks, their backs full of things for a base, with eighteen foot long trailer behind them, inside the trailer would be everything they would need to build a base on the breach, and a Panther command and liaison vehicle. The fifty soldiers, relaxing in the quarters, were a mixed group of soldiers. There were seven soldiers that are part of two divisions that are the pride of the Dominion Armed Forces, the 1st Blood Wolves and 16th Shadow Foxes, two Blood Wolves and a five man team of Shadow Foxes. Thirty of them were from the 14th Mason's Wolves, support soldiers that would drive the trucks and build the base camp. The thirteen other soldiers, which were part of the 7th Dragon Slayers, would be the guardians of the base as it was being build. Four Ka-29 Helix combat transport helicopters rested in the hanger located in the superstructure. About five miles out, two Johnston-class AA destroyers, the DN Liberator Shark and the DN White Glory, formed up on both sides of the Ivan Rogov, they would guard her for her six hour trip to the island.

Six AM in the morning

On the beach, a light brown haired man sat in a green chair on the side of the fire facing the ocean. He was wearing a tight long sleeve tan shirt, some woodland camo cargo pants and tan boots. On the table in front of him, a Panzer Spider sniper rifle rested as it was pointed at the sea. A Wild Sixteen pistol was in the hostler on his right hip, three X9 combat blades were in a single three slot on his left hip. The man’s blue eyes watched the waves as the moonlight, which would be gone in few hours, it lit up some of the water. His eyes did see something, a fast movement in the water.

“Somebody, put a spotlight or two out there.” he said.

Two of the younger team members hurried over to the spotlights. “What you see out there, Jack?” called out Wolfe as he walked over to the fire.

“Some strange fucking movement, sir.” said Jack Hart. A man that was sniper in the Dominion Armed Forces for fifteen years. He was a former member of the 38th Oliver's Bulls when it was called White’s Bulls and Jack showed the ropes of being a sniper to the current leader, Major Oliver Hawke.

“It is the ocean, my boy, there is always some strange movement.” said Wolfe.

At this time, the spotlights spun at the water and lit up what saw. A shark fin that just disappeared into the water. “Holy shit! How long has it been out there?” asked Wolfe.

“Been watching the water for about an hour. That thing showed up about fifteen to twenty minutes ago.” said Jack. “But it was stay away until about two minutes ago.”

“Keep the lights on the water, Jack you know what to do.” ordered Wolfe.

“Sure, sir. Pop it in the head, if it get closer.” said Jack, he moved in and got himself ready to take the shot when the time came. A few minutes passed and shark’s fin appeared above the water, “Come to me.” whisper Jack. “Hundred more yards.” The shark continued on it’s path, towards the beach. It was in range by disappeared back under the water. “Shit! Smart mother fucker.” said Jack. A few more minutes pass by and the shark’s fin reappears pops back up about hundred yards were it was last at. It was at the range of six hundred yards, Jack lined the crosshairs on the fin then slowed moved downwards. Jack took one last breath before squeezing the trigger. The sound of the .308 win filled the night air.

The bullet entered the back near the fin and send the shark into a rampage, it went downwards for half a minute then come back up like rocket. The spotlights stayed on as it flew in the air and now everybody knew what it was. A Great White Shark, Jack just sniped a Great White. As it came back towards the water, Jack send another bullet at the large beast. The bullet lands in it’s target, the eye of the beast and straight into the brain. The great shark hit the water and moved a few times before it was lifeless.

“Damn good shooting, Jack.” said Wolfe. “Looks like we will have some shark meat for breakfast.”

The waves pushed the beast on the beach and men use the hovercraft to drag it out the waters with chains and ropes. A few of them started skinning the beast as one cut out a few of the teeth and took them to Jack. The teeth were placed on the table and Jack just smiled.

The lights dimmed in the council chambers, with a single spotlight on the presentation dais highlighting an unimaginative man in a grey suit. To his left was a projected image of an island. The Council took all this in within seconds and prepared for the report.

"Gentlemen of the Council, today is a historic day. Earlier reports from Transylvania indicated that a relatively large land mass has appeared off the coast of Africa. It is approximately 200 miles off the coast and the island itself is 350 miles by 200 miles. Early satellite runs have shown concentrations of various metals, among them gold and other precious metals. This however must be considered a bonus, rather than the goal - I think you must agree when I say that a landmass of this size being totally unoccupied is found all haste must be made to occupy as much as possible as soon as possible. Having a military base near Africa will be very useful. Also, shipping is fairly heavy in that area, and having a harbour there could potentially be very profitable."

The grey suited man clicked the image forward. "As you can see here, the Transylvanian civilians have already landed at the southeastern corner of the island. I suggest that we place a beach head at the northern point, near the lake there. That should supply advance forces with fresh water, and food if fish are there."

The Council talked among themselves for a short period before turning back. Ellias Aubec stood up and spoke to the aide, "Very well. The Council is of one mind. Prepare an advance force to this island, aimed at the location you specified. Keep us appraised of progress."

"Very well sir."


Within an hour, an Expedition Fleet was on route to the newely discovered island, an advance force of around 50 men preparing themselves on the journey. Landfall would come around night time, and a beach head would be prepared by daybreak. The Phoenixians had come.


Just off the coast of Kikko Island
The boats sped towards the coast, spray soaking the men on board, each one mentally preparing themselves for anything that may appear. Advance information placed various groups nowhere near their landing point, but it was better to be prepared. The wake behind the boats glowed almost unnaturally, plotting the course they were taking. The coast line came up slowly, the night-vision scopes of the soldiers scanning the beaches for any signs of hostiles. A bush near the water shook once, and the men became instantly alert, and sniper aiming at the bush. Once more it shook before a small animal made its way down the beach, the soldiers relaxing slightly.

Just after landing, the area had been secured as the soldiers spread quickly, quietly and efficiently around the beach, scanning the undergrowth for possible hostiles. Moonlight glinted off of something metallic in the beach, and a soldier approached cautiously. Giving it the once over, he took out a can, covered in sand and seaweed. Throwing it away he carryed on searching. AS the men went they pulled a rope behind them, marking out the area secured and the initial base of opperations.

By the time dawn was breaking, a portable HQ had been set up, and was already in action preparing the area for more permament structures, and the ferrying in of engineers. A rough perimeter created with the portable fences they had with them circled their base, soldiers alert and ready for action.


A few hours later, back on the ship
THere was a sudden crash as some equipment fell off of the precarious perch they were on, and shouting immediately followed.

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing? That stuffs worth more than your life - literally. You better hope that none of it is broken or you'll be fed to the fish. There are apparently some pretty big sharks around here, or so the water boys say. Personally I couldn't give two hoots about this mucking around on water malarky - give me good, solid ground any day." The gruff engineer took a puff of his cigar, before turning back to the luckless underling, "Oh, don't worry about it, I'm sure its fine. Though they don't make things like they used to, oh no. Give me good simple mechanisms any day, and none of this techno stuff. ... Look, leave it, we're off soon anyway, back to solid land and none too soon."

With that the young man looked back gratefully to his older companion and rushed off to sort his stuff out. Meanwhile the old man turned back to the split equipment with a smile, remembering his first time on an expedition with the military. Roping in some other seamen that were hovering around he got the rest of his equipment into the helicopter, and got up, waiting for the rest of his team who were doing various last minute preparations. Within 15 minutes the helicopters were airbourne and on their way to the preliminary base to begin the construction for a more permament base.

Quiet – the waves borne cold simpers as the whitecaps frothed and shivered amongst the soft wintry landscape, the snows studded with the frozen ruby-like cores of blood, the corpses large in a mount of burning, twisted corpses, mutilated as organs and body parts were harvested, white-dressed men camouflaged amongst the snow as the scurried about with rusting hooks, feasting upon the soft skin of their fallen comrades. Their tongues licked as they make away the meal, slopping as the blood dripped from their lips into puddles that slowly drenched into the green sword of the Viraigius, a murky shade appearing amongst this massive end. From Western Jenrak, An enormous Ice Breaker, a monolith of steel and machinery, a floating castle upon the waters, its way crushing up the massive plates of frosty shields, the shearing noise creating cracks that sounded as if they were waging a war on nature. And it was common, it was a regular thing to see Jenrakians doing – killing nature slowly to fuel their constantly growing economy. It was vital to the sustenance of the strong and nearly unquenchable domain. Still, Ice shattered, and almost a small fleet of Ice Breakers, each as large as castles, their towers tall and their ridges serrated amongst bleak black shells, they lurked on, armoured ships following in their watery wake, ripples of icy water appearing everywhere.

From that, another small expedition of ships followed, a majestic, lumbering group of machinery as the cannibalistic Sadicistra looked on from the beaches, the corpses mounted high above a black smoke entrenched sky, their mouths red as their hooks, their tongues lashing about, lapping up the dripping blood along their mouth, a trail of red and brown wastes around the edges, a horrid stench putridly filling up the air as tread marks showed signs of recent visit. The rarely seen icebergs were seen as monuments of the Sea towards Jenrak’s war torn landscape, her soldiers looking on as they feasted in honour, glory and hunger at their fallen comrades. Snow still fell, a soft pattering blanket of white that dotted the greening landscape, and it was logical that a blizzard was coming to once more cover Jenrak in a soft sultry layer of silver snow amongst a shining golden sun. That happened every white winter, a rare phenomenon in usually hot and arid sand stricken Jenrak. But nevertheless, amongst the silver tones of this wintry scene of blood and steel, the majesty of the Ice Breakers moving along like obsidian whales was a beautiful image indeed, their sounds of large snaps in the ice infrequent as they trudged on.

From the end of the small group, a small pair of transport ships were seen, floating amongst the seas, an inky blackness amongst a field of white and silver, two large precipices as command towers from their ends, shadows moving along the frost covered the windows. From one of them, a clean crisped suit laid, the owner within it, filling out notes and forms, his line flickering with the usual tone, his friends phoning him with their usual medley. This morning, Jenrakian sectors had received intelligence of the new slot of land, and it was imperative that a reasonable piece be claimed for their people, for the building of a new city, and with it, a new market. From the dazed, black stoned buildings of the great Nakros Ithrimm, to the white marbled towers and fortresses of Nakros Sentiauhk, Jenrakians had to keep themselves in a state of constant cultural superiority against what they called the barbaric outside world. Isil Ithrimm, it was called, but this was of no consequence to this man, for he was foremost what he was meant to be – a businessman, not a religious figure like that majority of his fellow Jenrakians. While his brothers and sisters in Jenrak feasted joyously in gruesome, graphic rituals and fed off the dead while worshipping a plethora of strange gods and goddesses, men like him stayed behind the scenes, profiting from the outrageous thoughts of the Jenrakians, the oddities of their culture. It was this hybrid of religious fanaticism and corporate influence that turned Jenrak into a brutal, mindless loyalty machine.

Nevertheless, his pen scratched, his eyes flickered, his mind racing with thoughts and wonders, his fingers scanning along the paper, filling out all the useless and pointless questions that he faced. It was etiquette, it was business, but it was pointless. Still, he had to do it. As his pen scratched, a door opened to his small room, a naval officer of impeccable cleanliness. His eyes were a healthy shade of azure, his hair was a thin brown smack, his cheeks prominent and his chin showing a large schism down the middle. The businessman did not lift his head, his balding white coat of hair combed over crudely.

“Sir, we’re arriving there in a matter of days.” The naval officer replied, his golden medals pinned to his shirt.

“To the rally point?” The Businessman asked, as the naval officer nodded – still, he did not lift his head to look at the standing officer.

“Yes, sir, assuming we have co-operate weather.”

“Well, we can hope for the very best, I’m sure.” The Businessman said seriously.

“If not?”

“I’ll let my superiors know of the situation, then. Is that all, Officer?”

“No sir, a message from Mr. Mirraux.” The officer replied, as the businessman finally raised his face, a look of surprise written all over it. He adorned a fat visage, his cheeks chubby and his hands just as fat. His ring finger was showing a thick golden band, and he picked it softly, running his finger on its cold, smooth surface as he waited for more information.

“Well, give me the line.” He demanded.

“Line 43, sir.” The Officer said, before the flicking of the businessman’s fingers gave the man the permission to leave. As he reached over to his black phone, messages taped all over, he picked it up to hear the familiar blank tone, before pressing a small red button and the number ‘43’ on his keypad. He waited, as a soft jingle came on, for only a few seconds before it ended, resulting in a swift connection. “Mr. Mirraux?” He asked.

“Are you sure you do not need military assistance?” Edoqlius on the other asked, his tone one of constant boredom.

“I am sure, boss. We have the law on our side.”

“I sure hope so. Well, hope you’re alright. I expect a full report on your journey once you reach the sixth pillar.” Edoqlius replied, as he hung up.

The waves were soft, and no storms were present, just a silver horizon amidst a sheet of snow and ice as they left the dreary beaches that were once and still are stained in blood.

StateSide
With the discovery of a new Island, King Winston I, decided on a new course of action. Instead of Landing a large invasion force and costing the govenment loads of people, but it brought nothing good to the people of United Earthlings. So issuing a secert order, a small 12-man Special Forces Recon team would land and chart the Island.

The UES Texas, an San Antonio Class LPD, was being prepared to carry a single battalion of soliders to the Island should the squad come under attack, they could be quickly airlifted out of harms way. Hopefully though, those soliders and the Texas would not be needed.

To get the Special Forces to the Island as quick as possible and as quietly as possible, the UES Quiet, the pride of the fleet and an appropriate name at that, given she was a Seawolf Class Submarine. The Fastest and Quiest ships of the fleet. Engineers throughout the day hurried to fit a ASDS to her. This would allow the force to land on the Island or better yet, swim to the Island. Quiet was going to be the name of the game.

Because Deserted Territories was not a decidedly large or powerfull nation, it entered into no situation too aggresivly. When it heard news of the newly discovered island, it sent an official request, asking The Dominion for permission to survey the island. No one was quite sure what the response would be, so contingencys for any answer were made.
In case The Dominion granted them access to explore the island, the research vessel, Flora and Fauna, currently running deep sea tests off the coast of Africa (near the new island), was sent, via helicopter, a team of surveying specialists who would search the island for recources and developable land.
In the event that The Dominion turned down their request, DT's lone Virgina class submarine, The Indispensible, was diverted to the island. It was just off Cape Horn, and wouldn't take too long (a day, mabey two) to reach the island. When it got there, it was equipped to launch a 7 man SEAL team to survey the island regardless of The Dominion's preference.
Serveral days away were a DT carrier and support craft, which could be diverted to aid the Indispensible, or deploy a preliminary force of 50 soldiers on the island.
Deserted Territories recognized this opportunity for growth and development, as well as a chance to establish themselves as a powerfull nation. Or, as too many officials in the government realized, a weak one.

Grand Hobo Jay lay sleeping, in his residentials marquee.

With a flurry, a junior member of the Senate Council entered his chambers, barely restrained by the Hobos' guards.

"Illustrious Leader!" the junior shouted "I have news of a discovery!" The guards bundled the trespasser to the floor, and prepared to execute him so...

"WAIT!" boomed the voice of the Hobo. "Oh minnow, that disturbest me from my slumber? What do you know that could possibly interest me?

"Illustrious Leader, an island has been discovered, off of the coast of Africaaa" came the response.

Silence followed, the Grand Hobo moving gently in his bed.
"Viceroy!" his response came, loud and considered. Viceroy Chang stepped through the cutain, entering the hallowed quarters. "Yes Illustrious Leader, what is thy bidding?" Chang spoke timidly, almost uncertainly.

"Viceroy. Prepare a detachment to investigate this juniors claims," said the Hobo "I am in need of aquireing land and reserves."
"Yes Hobo," uttered the Viceroy "I will see to it now."

"Excellent," came the response. " And Viceroy... Execute the one that has disturbed me. And the current guard rotation. I do not like to be woken."

"Yes, oh Illustrious Leader." Chang uttered. And with a flourish, he disappeared from the residential chambers. Voices were exchanged, before the sound of gunfire echoed through the clear night sky.

CentCom, Dominion: 4:18 AM DST

Knock, Knock, Knock. The quick, succesive sounds of a fist banging on his door woke the General from his slumber. As on many nights, he had fallen asleep in his comfortable chair with his feet up on his desk and his hand still clutching some papers that he had been attempting to get through before sleep overtook him. "Wh... hm... ah, wh-what is it?" He asked of the unknown figure knocking at his door as he gathered himself and rubbed his eyes before slipping his glasses back on.

"Sir, we have just picked up a transmission from Transylvanian news. Their leader, the God-Emperor Count JWolf, has just announced the finding of a new uninhabited island off of the coast of Africa."

"Jeez F Christ. Another one? That is like, what... the third new island this year?" General Hubbard asked rhetorically.

"Well actually sir, one of them was found late last year and technically... none of them were actually found by us-" the sergeant commented before being cut off angrily by the General who certainly did not enjoy being corrected at four in the morning.

"Enough! Just give me the run down."

"Well sir," he began with a gulp, "Satellites repositioned to the given coordinates confirm the island's existence and estimate it to be roughly three hundred fifty by two hundred miles. There also appears to be thick deposits of valuable metals buried in the mountains of the island." What the island held and what its terrain was like were key factors and deciding on what kind of response would be given by the Dominion. "It is estimated that over ninety-five percent of the island is covered in trees and thick foliage... not really good terrain for large operation or immigration. I sugges-"

"Thank you... that is enough," General Hubbard declared, dismissing the young sergeant without further orders. The last claim the Dominion had made with its military turned out to be for the most part, a major waste of military resources; the fighting was nonexistant and to support the troops cost nearly as much as the island was estimated to profit in twelve months time. No... this time it would be different...


The Southern Coast

This mission was to be small, off the radar, and out of the public eye. Rare as it was, a single Empire Class Aircraft Carrier was tasked for this mission - no escort ships and no backup insight. It had currently been serving duty north of the Antarctic circle near the African tip and was able to make it to the newly discored island in only a matter of hours.

On the bridge of the carrier, Ensign Cavar reported to the captain who had just emerged, "Sir, at precisely six twenty-nine and thirty-two seconds [6:29:32], the DDN Prosperity crossed the fifty mile marker around the island.

"Very well... prepare to launch the cargo and bring us to Alert Level 2."

Down below, in the cabins of the carrier were twelve men gearing up for their mission. They were strapping on their Special Forces equipment and checking their weapons over and over. In less than an hour, these twelve men would be the first citizens of the Dominion to step onto this new soil. Though technically, these men were not citizens of the Dominion... they hadn't even been heard of... they simply didn't exist. They were the men of elite special ops group codenamed Nightstalkers with a level eight classified status. Only a handful of men, probably few enough to count on both hands, knew they existed and they were all sworn to secrecy on penalty of death...

"Lock and load!" The cry went up. The time for Destiny was at hand...


2 Miles from Destiny

A pair of MHX-20 Zenith helicopters cut low across the sky under radar level. Trees nearly - and occasionally - brushed the bottom of the low flying choppers as they soared to their desination. The two Nightstalkers flying the helicopters simultaneously announced their proximity to the drop-off point to the rest of the team. "Thirty seconds to LZ!" They screamed through the microphones of the helicopters.

About thirty seconds later, the helicopters slowed to a stop, hovering just over a grove of thicket of trees. Ropes descened from both sides of the helicopters and the ten Nightstalkers (not including the pilots) began repelling down to the new island...

When all ten men had touched down, the ropes whipped up and the helicopters banked hard right back to the carrier that was now anchored twenty miles off of the southern coast. The Nightstalkers were able to quickly secure the area and radio back to the carrier that it was all clear for the rest of the crew to come in.


Crown Peaks

Approximately forty minutes after radioing in the all clear, a trio of UH-48 Highwinds slowed to a stop over the established area. Two of the choppers contained a crew of twenty civilians each that would be establishing a base in order to begin research and mining operations, while the third chopper began wynching down its cargo of equipment and supplies that was to hold the crew for a week. Every week a new chopper was to come in and drop a heavy load of supplies for the new base, and if worst came to worst, the Nightstalkers could forage and hunt for food...

As the civilians climbed down a rope ladder and set foot on their new home, the unidentified leader of the Nightstalkers greeted them, "Welcome to Crown Peaks, the highest point on the island..."



[ooc: Alright, I will summarize my movements for clarity. An aircraft carrier is anchored somewhere twenty miles off of the southern coast. Helicopters flew a ten man military team and a forty man civilian team to the highest point on the island - near the middle - which was established as Dominion territory and named Crown Peaks. Territory marked by the black circle here (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/KikkoIsland1.jpg)]

Six fifteen AM in the morning

Using a large pot, found in the hovercraft, one of the men began to do his magic with the shark meat. The pot was placed on a metal tripod on the fire, the mans, who had red hair and green eyes, open two can of green beans then poured the two cans into the pot. Next, he poured in two whole bottle of water, from some stream in one of the mountains of the Dominion, into the pot. He let it cook for a few minutes before he added a can of tomatoes and a can of corn. As that mixed together, the man cut up a potato and mixed that into the pot.

He was making a stew for breakfast, strange but shark meat is hard to grill. And the man knew that, he was damn good cook. So he was making a shark meat stew.

He had one of the other men clean off a piece of shark meat with some water. After the man was done, the shark meat was placed on the cook’s clean cutting board. The cook began to cut the meat into small pieces. After he was done, he put all of the meat in the pot and used a large metal spoon to mix it all together. The cook would let it cook for thirty minutes then check to see if they meat was in right way.

Six forty-five AM in the morning

For the pass twenty minutes, the cook mixed the stew around, adding some pepper here and salt there. He mixed it around with the spoon before taking a chunk of the meat out. His green eyes looked at the chunk, using his left hand, he used a fork to see if the meat was tender enough and cooked. After a few second, he saw that it was not tender or cooked. So, he drops the men back into pot.

He opened a bottle of Bacardi Rum and a bottle of Jack Daniels whisky, he poured about a little bit into the pot. Just enough to add some flavor to the stew. He put the caps onto both of the bottles then placed them to the side. He mixed the stew around, in around fifteen minutes he would check the meat again. The smell of the stew was in the air, four men continued cutting up the shark and placed the meat into hovercraft’s freezer.

Seven AM in the morning

Fifteen minutes have passed by and the cook check the meat the same way he did early. But this time, the meat was the way he wanted it. Tender and cooked through out. He moved the spoon around a couple of times before he took the spoon out to see how it tasted.

The shark meat stew tasted fine but the cook would want fifteen more minutes before anybody could eat.

Seven fifteen AM in the morning

Two small tables were placed side-by-side near the fire, ten metal bowls were placed on the two tables. Forks and spoons were placed out, too. The air was filled the smell of the stew, the men were hungry. The cook began filling the bowls.

“Chows on, boys.” said the cook.

The men started over to the table, Wolfe in the front. After getting his bowl, the rest got a bowl and head off to their chair or post. The cook sat down in a chair need his cooking station, the pot and fire, and grabbed a bowl. He took a bite of meat and relaxed.

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After hours of hours of meeting with his cabinet and the Dominion Armed Forces’ High Command, the Count and the ones that he surround himself with have came to plot out the Dominion’s finder fee for the island. It good size part of the island in the south-east but nobody should be mad at the land grab the Dominion will get. It is not like the whole island will become part of the Dominion, only this area of the island. And if anybody did not like the idea of the Dominion taking this much land, they got turn around go back to where ever they came from. The time was eight o’ clock and the Dominion’s finder’s fee would be reveled to the world.

On Dominion News Network and other news channels in the Dominion, Lord Bennet du Paris (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Lord%20Paris.JPG), the Secretary of Diplomacy of the Dominion, stood in front of the Dominion flag and behind a dark red wooden podium. He was dressed in a finely made dark blue pinstriped three pieces suit, his long black hair combed back into a ponytail.

“Greetings Dominion and people of the world, I speak for one thing and one thing only. The Dominion’s finder’s fee on this new island. The Count and his cabinet had debated over for hours, starting about three something this morning. Maybe that is why I don’t look the best as of now.” said Bennet. “A map will be shown in a little bit. The Dominion has only laid claim on a part of the island, not the whole island. So, the ones that are heading to the island will still have a lot of the land open to be taken. The map is coming up, now.”

The young face of Lord Paris disappeared, the map (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KikkoIslandV3.png) took his place. It sat there for a couple of minutes before Lord Paris.

“As you can see, the Dominion will take a good sized piece of the island for herself. But it is a fair claim because Dominionites found the island before anybody else. The rest of the island is open. The land can be taken peacefully without bloodshed from anybody. For those that land on Kikko island, be careful about the wildlife of the island. Reports that they was Great White in the area around the ten Dominionites.” With that, Lord Paris’s figure disappeared form the screen and was replaced by what ever was on before.

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After his message to the world, Lord Paris had to do his work again and send a message to nation called Deserted Territories. A nation that the Dominion has never heard of. Maybe they were peaceful and would become a new ally of the Dominion. He sat down in his leather chair behind his large cedar desk.

To: The government of Deserted Territories
From: Lord Bennet du Paris, the Secretary of Diplomacy of the Dominion

It has come to my attention that you have ask permission to send a force to Kikko island. You didn’t have to ask because the Count offered the island to anybody and everybody. But you asking shows me one thing, well I don’t know what it but I know it is something.

Your permission is granted, you may send whom every you want to the island. But stay away from the Dominion’s land on Kikko island. You may pick where ever you want on the island. A map will be placed in this message to show you the Dominion’s claim on Kikko island.

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KikkoIslandV3.png

Before I finish this message, I wish the best to you and your operation on Kikko island. Good luck.

Signed,

Lord Bennet du Paris

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Eight AM in the morning

By this time, the landing ships and her escorts were four hours into their six hour long trip. The soldiers were really to get off the ships. If they not have to take the trucks ago, the soldiers could have been dropped onto the beach via cargo planes. But no they had the truck, so they were in large boat in the middle of an ocean. A few of them walked around the ship, looking at the ocean and whatever catches their eye. A boring boat ride and it would end in two hours.

Ten AM in the morning

Three naval ships finally arrived near the southern area of the island, the Dominion flag flew proud in the wind. The ten men on the beach looked back at the water. “Jack, that our people?” asked Wolfe. The ships were to far to see the flags from the beach.

Jack moved his scope onto the flag. “Looks like it.” said Jack. “It is an Ivan Rogov class large landing ship with…two Johnston-class AA destroyers. Don’t see the name of the ships but they are flying the Dominion flag.”

“Good.” said Wolfe.

The Ivan Rogov moved away from the other ships, moving closer to the beach. It’s target was fifty yards east of the hovercraft’s original landing location. The ten men just watched as the large moved closer to the beach. The 157 meters long ship eased forwards in the water. After a few minutes, the Ivan Rogov was beached on the beach and the Dominion had a temp base on the island. A few second later, the two large doors open in the front and the five ton trucks with their trailers began to move out.

After a couple of the trucks pulled out, two figures walked out. Both were into Transylvanian Body Armor in brick red and black, on their upper right arm and the left side of their chest was the symbol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/1st.jpg) of the 1st Blood Wolves. A DR-83 tactical rifle over their right shoulders and an AMA7000 9mm sidearm in a hostler on their right leg. Both of them had a Wild Tiger Commando Knife on their left hip. The man on the right was more muscled and taller then the other one, in the way that man walked, you could see he was the commander or the one that was in charge. The two men walked over to the hovercraft.

The two soldiers looked at the ten men group through their helmet’s red glass eyes. After a few seconds of eerily quietness, the two solder took off their helmets and held them to their left sides. The larger one had brown hair that sent to his shoulder with matching brown full beard, his eyes were a mix between a light green color and hazel color. The shorter one had a blonde buzz cut with a black goatee, he had light gray eyes.

“So…anything cool happen during your stay this morning?” asked the larger one. He looked over at the shark, well what was left of it. “Who killed that?”

“Jack Hart did.” said Wolfe, walking up the two soldiers.

“Jack Hart is here?” said the shorter one.

“Yes, the one and only Jack Hart is here.” said Jack, relaxing in the chair with the Panzer Spider sniper rifle next to him.

“Shit, it is you.” said the shorter one. “We got get together later.”

“Sure.” said Jack. “Sure.”

The larger one looked over at the shorter man. “Head back to the ship and make sure everything is going well. he said. The blonde man heads back to the ship. The larger man looks at Wolfe. ”I have seen your picture from some where. You’re Wolfe Maxwell, right?”

“Correct, young man.” said Wolfe, offering his hand to the man. “Who may you be?”

The larger man took Wolfe’s hand, he give a strong handshake. “I’m Colonel Andrei Stan.” he said. After hearing that name, Hammer cocked look over at the man. He knew that name but wants to make sure it was really him. He looked at the man’s face and said “Andrei, it is good to see you again.”

Andrei looked over at Hammer. “It is good to see you, too. I never had another person like in the unit again.”

“He broke the mold when he created me.” said Hammer. “I will catch up with you later.” He took a drink of his beer and relaxed in his chair.

“Sounds good.” said Andrei. He looked at Wolfe. “If there is room in the ship’s freezer, you can store that shark meat.”

“Thanks, Colonel Stan.” said Wolfe. ”And if you need any extra hands, I see what I can do for you.”

“Thank you, Maxwell.” said Andrei. “I’m heading over to make sure the base is being set up.” With that, he head back to the ship.

The five ton trucks line side-by-side in front of the hovercraft, the thirty soldiers of the 14th Mason's Wolves were getting out of the truck or heading over to them. They were not in their Transylvanian body armor, which was located on the ship, but in woodland BBUs. One of the trailer’s back door was open and the a few of the thirty soldiers started getting out chainsaws to clear out a piece of land for the base to be. Right before, about fifty yards, the edge of the jungle, the sand became dirt. Good enough to house the base on it. The others began plotting out the base.

Noon

The base, which was set up in front of the landing ship near the edge of the jungle, was coming together, a few small wooden buildings, fifteen by fifteen gray building, have been set. The buildings had their own solar power generator and A/C units. The jungles near the base was being cut back to five hundred yards. The trees that have been cut were being cut into small pieces. In the center of the base, a large metal pole, over forty feet high, was placed into the ground and cement was poured into the hole. It would set for fifteen minutes before the Dominion Flag would be placed on it, it would be big flag for a large pole like that.

Meanwhile as the soldiers build their base, the civilian watched them. Their help was never asked for, so they sat around. Hammer sat in his green lawn chair, drinking a beer. The cook, Toby Decker, who spend ten years being in the 23rd Green Horns, walked over to Hammer.

“So…you know this Colonel Andrei Stan.” said Toby, taking a seat. He sat his Loki submachine gun on the ground next to him.

“Yes, my old commander.” said Hammer. “You have heard of Tiger Force within the Blood Wolves?”

“Yes, I know about them. Tiger Force was formed by five battle hard veterans, formed to be an elite unit within the Blood Wolves.” said Toby. “I just don’t know the names of their members.”

“Well, you are looking at one of the original five members. Andrei was the highest ranking member of Tiger Force, making him the commander.” said Hammer. “We are went by our codenames, there was Diamondback, Fang, Death, Wrecker and me. Andrei is Diamondback.”

“So, you have any idea where Fang, Death and Wrecker are at?” asked Toby.

“Wrecker was killed in action. Fang and Death are still in Tiger Force.” said Hammer. “The other man with Andrei could be part of Tiger Force. Don’t know.”

“Jack knows him somehow.” said Toby.

“He could be a sniper that Jack trained or something.” said Hammer.

“You got another beer?” asked Toby.

“Sure.” he said put out a cold one form the cooler next to his chair. “Here.”

Toby took the beer and opened it. “Thanks.” he said.

Two PM

The bases was coming along nicely, ten fifteen by fifteen gray buildings were done and spaced in different areas of the base. The center, which was a hundred yards wide, has the large Dominion flag flying in the middle. Ten benches, made from the cut down trees and ropes, were in the center as places to sit. The C&C building, which overlooked the center, had everything in that was need for a C&C headquarters.

The six gray buildings were used as barracks for the soldiers, each one could house ten three foot wide military issued cots. Two of the gray building were placed next to each on the south side of the base, they would acts the kitchen and dining hall.

A six foot tall chain link fence has been set up around the whole base, which was in size of a thousand yards by a thousand yards, gates on each side had been finished. At each of the four gates were Master Guard general purpose machine guns in sand bag machinegun nests, on machinegun next on each side of the gate.

Still to come for the base would be four ten to fifteen tall guard towers, which would placed in the four corners of the base. Another thing would be a placed to house the vehicles. But the soldiers that build the base in four hours are too tried to do anything. They put there tools in the back of one of the trailers and headed off to the ship to get cleaned up.

After recieving the message from The Dominion, the Flora and Fauna quickly made its way to the island. The ship dispatched its helicopter, holding the surveying team, to overlook the island for availible landing sites and anything else of intrest. Because of the heavy foliage, they didn't notice any of the other visiters to the island.

After surveying the island from the air. The brought the helicopter down on the slopes of the western range. They had pistols with them, for protection from wild animals and carried handheld GPS, plus a variety of other sensors and instruments. They quickly spread out to collect smaples of bugs, plants, animal droppings, ect. to identify any new species that might inhabbit this untouched world.

Meanwhile, the Flora and Fauna readied itself to compile all the data the team would be bringing in. It also steamed closer to the island, moving to make landfall on the north-western most tip of the island, near two small rivers and a lake.
The Indispensible was making to land at the same place and at roughly the same time. To provide support, and establish a foothold for DT.
The carrier group was diverted to send transposts carrying more soldiers, some civilians and a number of colapsable prefab shelters (tents). DT also chartered a private supplier to bring in food, fresh water, and other neccesitys every other week.

By mid morning, the soldiers at the camp were beginning to get restless with the constant guard duty, and began to target various birds that flew over. After a few minutes of random shots being fired at various wildlife, the camp commander got together with some of the more restless soldiers.

"Ok lads, your a bit restless, I can understand that. However we can't be having with that at all - we're on the internation stage here, and the most recent intelligence points to 2-4 other nations here on the island with us. If you think you can keep out of trouble I would like you four to take the scout vehicle and head south and see what the Transylvanians are up to. If you spot anybody else, mark their positions too. By the tiem you guys get back we might even have a respectable base up and running."

With that the four soldiers were dismissed and returned to collect their things before jumping into the back of the Virath III they had brought with them, and sped off into the distance, the sun high above them, and a variety of wildlife running from beneath their wheels.]

About half an hour later the quiet was broken by the sound of helicopters as they approached the base, flying low and fast. They landed in the center of the base, and the engineers immediately jumped off and began unloading their equipment. THe gruff old head engineer clambered out of his helicopter, picked up his briefcase and trudged over to the commanders tent, keeping an eye on his lackeys unloading the materials. Leaning under the tent flap he stood up and walked towards the commander, before holding out his hand. The commander grasped his hand and shook it enthuasiastically.

"Welcome to our patch of heaven, old friend. I didn't realise you were roped in for this assignment?" The commander turned to his junior and motioned for drinks.

"Well, it was kinda last minute, and I had to be flown to the ships while you were in transit. Guess they thought they needed some experience huh."

"Yeah, idiots. They should of thought of that earlier. Anyway its nice to see you, and I'm positive that we'll have a wonderful base by the end of the day."

"You what! End of the day! THats enough time to organise the plans, let alone put up a whole base." The engineer looked set to burst, and the commander immediately let out a laugh.

"Ho ho ho. Really got you there huh? Just do your best - I don't want to sleep in this tent for weeks on end."


Noon, Phoenixius Base
The base was looking better now. The rough plan for the base had been drawn up, and tents for the soldiers had been erected at the eastern section of the camp. A rough dock had been erected on the northern edge next to the water, and several engineers were slowly digging into the ground below to allow for larger draft boats to come nearer shore. A concrete platform had been constructed just to the west of the dock for the helicopters that were ferrying in equipment and food. The command center and messhall were already constructed to the southern edge of the camp, and equipment was currently being moved to the newly finished buildings. A couple of trainee engineers were plotting out an area for a smallish airstrip, and a few more engineers were modifying the fence around the base, moving it out further at some points and strengthening it at others. Soldiers not being used for guard duty were absorbed in clearing the undergrowth and trees from around the egdes of the camp.

Jones, the head engineer, leant on the triodolite he was using and surveyed the base, noting the progress of the two trainees, and the efficiency of the soldiers clearing the plantlife. He turned to the base commander as he approached, and said: "Well you wanted a base by sundown hey? Well your going to get part of one anyway. We have some sort of accomodation over there, a helipad that will be fine to use by tomorrow, and your command center is well on the way to being furnished. Time to have a drink hey?"

"Sure. You deserve it. Amazing work you've done here, I'm not sure anyone else could have pulled it off."

"Thats why I'm the best. Lets get that drink."


Eastern edge of the island, somewhere
"Just what the hell are we looking for anyway? All we can see is sea to the left and jungle to the right. THere's nothing here."

"Just shut up will you. Its difficult enough driving on this godforsaken sand without you moaning. We're here because we were pissing off the commander, and someone has to see what the other nations are up to."

"Whats wrong with a satellite then, or a plane? Why send us on a 400 mile trip, thats all I'm saying."

"Oh shut up and shoot something then. We're miles away from anyone who could see or hear us, or even care for that matter."

They vehicle kept going in silence after that, the passengers scanning their surroundings carefully, looking for anything interesting, or failing that something to kill. It would be hours before anything of interest happened, and they still had a long drive there and back again to look forward to.

Somewhere in the African plains, Captain Fray was surveying his 'troops': the bunch of rag-tags and misfits that would soon become a deadly and effective guerilla force.

He stood and looked. Christ, he'd trained some sorry carcassess to become soldiers, but these guys... They probably hadn't eaten in a week, if not two, and there was barely enough clothes for each of them to cover their bodies. Still, that was the price of being the best- you were given the impossible, and told to achieve. Behind him were his five fellow comrades. They were resplendant in their uniforms: Magnum boots; Kevlar-woven vented combat trousers and a simple T-shirt and belt, all in desert brown, but with no hint of the swirling desert sand or dust on them. The rest of the troop were perparing kit and supplies.

Just has he was about to address his new recruits, Fray heard the familiar chime of an incomming message in his earpiece. The words "Priority Message" flashed across the screen in his augmented right eye.

He silently cursed.
"Bentos," he barked, "Begin briefing the men". Fray walked away from the group and stood silently in the sun. "Begin message".

Kurtwood Glose, Secretary to the Grand Chief of The Armed Forces came in to view.
"Fray, at 06:00, a new island was discovered 200miles off the western coast of Africa. A group called The Dominion have laid claim to this island, and have invited other nations to join them.
At this time, we are studying the latest available topographical and spectral satellite images, to determine, officially, if this island is of interest to us. Unofficially, Grand Hobo Jay has requested a detatchment to investigate and secure ground upon the island. It has been decided that you will lead the mission. Though this is a military concern, the Department of Foreign Diplomatic Relations have requested that our presence on the island is invisible- we must not be seen to be jepardising any political negotiations.

Fray, your primary objectives are:
To covertly insert on to the island, and secure a foothold;
To gather reconnisance on the activities of The Dominion.

Your secondary objective is:
To provide information on local vegetation and wildlife.

Tango troop has been sent to relieve you and your troop. Gold troop are standing by. Due to the urgency of this mission, our regional force is at your disposal, as is the Atlantic Fleet- dowloading to your SDCard now, along with the latest information and images of the island. Communications relays and callsigns are also attatched.

Good luck, Fray. Glose out."

Fray cast his head down and kicked the ground. On his right hip, he felt the vibration of his personal communicator. He released its SDCard, and fingered it gently. In the background, he could hear Bentos, forceful as ever, trying to teach the misfits press-ups. Fray laughed slightly, as he walked back over to them.

"Bentos, a word."
"Sir. Carry on men."
Bentos stood alongside his captain.
"We have new orders. Tango troop will relieve us, and we are to go immediately operational." Fray began. "Seems we are to infiltrate an island. Ready the men and prepare to move to back to camp."
"Yes Sir." replied Bentos

Onboard JGFS 上昇のドラゴン...

The moon was still in the middle of the clear night sky, a full moon it was nontheless. Illuminating the warships of the Tenth Grand Fleet, with its impressive and newly designed Rikou-Class Heavy Carriers, Genesis-Class Battleships, and its dominating Warlord-Class Battlecruiser glimmering in the night sky. The only fleet to have itself fully refits with these new war-vessels. They were nonetheless an impressive sight. They were in the middle of a long voyage. Months ago the Jenrakian Chemical Lords had 'given' the Monotheistic Republic five city-states under their control; many believe that Lord Egos had a hand in it. The City-States were well under Jagada's control by now, but they occasionally needed a Grand Fleet to arrive to show them who was in charge and what better show of force than a Fleet--with a regiment of the dreaded Rear Guard onboard. The Rear Guard themselves were nothing to toy with, and it was in fact the Rear Guard which almost obtained Jagada's victory over Kraven during the War of Extermination--blasting aside row after row of Capitol Police to achieve their objectives.

Grand Admiral Yamamoto Kazuki, leader of the Tenth Fleet, was reviewing papers on the recent hostilities in the Golden Throne, as it seemed all war quite now. 'Just gathering strength for more slaughter,' he thought. He wasn't very thrilled that the Republic had declared war on the Golden Throne and was now preparing to send the crack 12th Army into the Macabee homeland to attempt to relieve Havenic Forces. At the same time he had a recreation of the Battle of the Coast, the sneak attack on HailandKill which failed, he had an exact model set up on a massive design table next to him. He had specially made his ship's captain's room larger for this purpose. He heard boots click together and the snapping of a uniforms clothing not far behind--he knew exactly who it was. 'Enter, Hitomi.'

As he exactly, he heard the sound of boots walking, but this time hear a crisp confirmation from his aide. As Hitomi came to the left side of the Grand Admiral he remained silent, 'You may speak.' Hitomi relaxed, and then handed a manila folder to Yamamoto. Yamamoto glanced threw the document he noticed the 権限のスタンプ, his eye widened. Rarely was such an honor given to any Grand Admiral. He then flipped threw the various papers, when his aide broke in.

'Grand Admiral, sir, in brief. The Highest Minister has ordered we establish a base of operations in the northeast section of this Kikko Island. Apparently the Dominion is willing to let us settle there. She has called off our mission to the City-States and ordered us to dispatch the Rear Guard to secure our holdings on the island,' stated the aide in a cold almost mechanical voice. Yamamoto looked threw the documents and read them despite his aide's briefing. He never trusted anything but his own eyes, and this was no exception. He closed the folder after fifteen minutes of reading it, and smirked. Finally some real orders.

'Inform the Fleet to halt immediately. I shall give orders once I reach the bridge,' stated Yamamoto.

The aide left, and Yamamoto got into his complete attire. This was a dark blue with various medals upon it and decorated. He straightened his uniform; he accepted nothing less than absolute perfection when it came to his own attire and the attire of his sailors. He then made his way down the corridors of the JGFS 上昇のドラゴン, along the way he caught several sailors with wrinkled or messy attire, and gave them a scorning. On some, the first-time offenders, they were simply told they would not be permitted several freedoms on the ships until the next docking. Such privileges included the ships limited supply of alcohol, which was banned in the Republic but permitted to some extent in the Navy. Others were given more chores or point duty. The more frequent offenders were actually banned from going ashore on the next docking. The City-States of Jagada hadn't fully complied with the Republic's orders and thus their liberalist society was appealing to sailors who had been without women or fun for quite some time. Restricting a sailor from that was almost like sentencing him to death. For the Tenth Fleet especially did not dock often.

As he reached the bridge he was saluted by all officers immediately, but they did not stand when he entered. Originally his stern personality forced his subordinates to give him more discipline than was actually effective. He craved discipline and would give it out, but he also recognized the need of effectiveness. If a battle was occurring, he didn't want his men loosing their focus and leaving their stations to stand and salute him. A minor salute to recognize his presence on the bridge was enough to satisfy him. He looked around and then broke the eerie silence, 'What is the location of the Kikko Island?' he questioned. One of his subordinates then blurted out, 'Transmissions from The Transylvania indicated it is located off the coast of Africa, sir.'

'Change coarse and make our way there, we shall claim a piece of it,' he stated, and the bridge crew gave a firm confirmation and then went about the process. The entire Tenth Fleet, with its massive ships and weaponry massive turned and then sped off toward Kikko Island.

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One Week Later...

{Northeastern Coastline, Kikko Island}

The island was beautiful to say the least. If the Count had actually met a women a number of years ago and this island remember him of her--no doubt she was beautiful. The Tenth Fleet sat off the coast; it had arrived last night after going at top speed. Yamamoto didn't want to push it, considering he had to meet up with Eight Fleet to receive landing supplies, then swing back around and go to Kikko Island--he was days ahead of schedule. Though he heard the sounds of the engine of a helicopter lifting off into the air, he looked to his left out the window on the bridge to see the helicopter pass by the JGFS 上昇のドラゴン. Thus began the colonization of Kikko Island--by Jagada at least.

The helicopter did a quick overview of the island, they were unsure of where the Dominionites had decided to land--but where they were going to land, showed very little activity beyond birds and the occasional obvious land animal. The helicopter returned with the report, and then the giant metal transports left from the various ships. The moved quickly threw the water, their cargo extremely vital to the operation. As they came up upon land, their doors fell open and out rushed the Rear Guard, adorned in their mechanical uniforms. They immediately set up a defensive ring around the beach, as more of their comrades came out. As they realized that there would be no hostiles, they slowly began to form up into groups. These squads and platoons marched deeper and deeper into the forest, every step claiming more land for the Monotheistic Republic.

The trip had been long, but the crew of UES Quiet were nearing their assigned target. Upon reaching, 60 miles from the Island- Captain Jack ordered his helm officer to reduce to silent speed. Upon immediately hearing the order, Helm Officer Davis adjusted the knob that controled speed to its apporiate place. Watching the guage that measured speed in knots, gradually it went from 35 to 20.

"Captain, silent speed has been engaged, Sir."

"Aye, Helm, replied the Captain"

Before leaving the bridge to return to his cabin to catch up on some work, the EXO was given command of the bridge.

East of Camp

The calm serenity of a dark night had been replaced by the growing warmth of the sun's sweet rays. Though the area was blanketed in trees and the sun itself was barely visible through the canopy, they could still feel the air heating up. However, along with dawn came the wandering beasts of the island...

"Huh?!" Thomas Johnson's head twitched as he sat nervously on a rock just twenty or so feet from the thick brush that had yet to be cleared. Swearing he heard something in the bushes, the jumpy civilian pushed off from his rock and leaned in slightly closer to see if he could hear it again. Holding his hand against the back of his ear, Thomas listened for several moments before deciding it must have just been his imagination - a new and dangerous setting could easily play tricks on the mind. But when he settled back into his seat on the rock, the noise once again resonated. "Oh no... I'm not falling for that again, brain," he said smugly as he closed his eyes.

*Raow Raaaoow*

"Oh.... shit." This so called figment of his imagination had just announced itself quite clearly as it roared through the forests, scaring numerous birds from their perches. And now it had entered the camp area where Thomas was alone. "P-p-lease don't hurt me," he begged of the beautiful beast that was now stalking closer as they stared each other down.

Gun! All of the civilians had been given guns of some sort as they arrived at the island, hopefully not needing them in any serious way, but just in case something happened like getting attacked by an enemy force. Thomas had his rifle strapped around his shoulders and hanging on his back. His hand went quickly to bring it around and commence firing, but the lion saw his sudden movement and began running at his breakfast. As the lion ran, powerful jaws bearing down on him, Thomas was able to undo the safety and squeeze the trigger in the brute's direction. However, the bullets didn't appear to hit the animal as he leapt through the air and pounced on the scared civilian, knocking him to the ground. With bullets still flaring into the sky as Thomas squeezed the trigger out of fear, the lion moved his jaw in for the kill shot.

Just as suddenly and unexpectedly as the lion had initiated its attack only a second ago, it stopped. Staring down at Thomas with his big brown eyes, it collapsed... its muscles relaxed and it lay motionless on top of the man. Letting out a sigh of relief, Thomas wondered why the beast had abruptly stopped its kill. Though still pinned under the lion, he managed to move his left hand to his neck just to make sure it was still there. "Blood...?" he asked in a barely audible whisper. "Am... am I dead?"

"No, you're not dead," came an unfamiliar voice from somewhere behind Thomas. Whoever it was, he strode forward towards the two beings pinned together and promptly rolled the lion off of Thomas with his booted foot. "Gimme that," he said as he grabbed the rifle away from Thomas who was still laying on the ground - obviously the civilian should never be allowed to touch a gun or else he would put the entire camp into danger.

As the shaken man got to his feet and brushed himself off, he looked down at the lifeless beast and saw the round put through the top of its head...

Elsewhere

All through the morning hours and into the afternoon, the twelve man team (the two pilots had rejoined their team when the civilians were dropped off) codenamed Nightstalkers worked hard to set up the camp. Not set up like putting up tents; that was the civilian's job. Setting up entailed lining the forest with advanced sensors of all sorts, remote operated weapons, cameras, and all sorts of hidden devices and traps. Crown Peaks was to be a fortress...

After finishing their set up, eight of the Nightstalkers left camp in two man teams to explore the rest of the area - specifically the high lands that they would lay claim to. It was their intention that if any battle should be fought, they would have a huge advantage by knowing the terrain and how to move through it, leaving the dangers for the attackers. The remaining four Nightstalkers were supposedly watching camp, though the civilians did not notice them anywhere...

Four PM

The movement of a vehicles heading out of the base, set up by an unknown force in the north, was picked up by Dominion spy satellite, which had been in the area for long time. The movement was resisted at 10:00AM or around that time. That satellite was tracking this vehicle as it when on it path around the island. The path that it was taking looked like it was heading towards the new built Dominion base. From the looks of it, the vehicle was still hours away from the border, which had nobody on it. So…the vehicle would head straight through it but if they are spies, they suck at their job.

Hundred yards off of the border, Ka-29 Helix combat transport helicopter dropped off a five man unit and some medium sized boxes. The unit were made of the five Shadow Foxes members. They were going to set a trap for this lone vehicle, a trap that would surprise the hell out of their driver.

Inside the boxes, which numbered in at four in total, were six foot long spike strips. They were not the normal spike strips, the metal was airbrush into a sandy color. They would match the sandy beaches in color. Four of the five began laying out the spike strips. The spike strips were placed on the Dominionite border, starting from the vehicle’s path and the other three were place don each side. All of the spike strips cover twenty four feet of the border. Sand was poured on top of them to make sure they were hidden.

The five Shadow Foxes, all in dim gray and stale gray suit of Transylvanian body armor, stood and watched the helicopter head back to the fleet.

“We all know our mission.” said the leader, a six foot five inches tall man. “If that vehicles doesn’t stop before the border, we will stop them. Nobody will fire a shot unless I order it. Understand?”

“Understand, Death.” said the four men said.

“Grim Reapers, move out and hide yourselves.” ordered Death.

The four men over out, digging holes into the ground to hide their bodies near the border, the sniper of the unit moved down the beach about seven hundred yards, the sniper toted a Big Bull sniper rifle, the first .50 caliber sniper rifle made by Timber Wolf Inc. The Grim Reapers has their mission, they would made sure it was 100% complete.

Five PM

Back at the base, supper was being started by the cooks from the Ivan Rogov. The base had a happy atmosphere to it, they landed on the island first with ten civilians and nobody has been killed during the early hours of the first day. It was all good, the base was near being finished, the soldiers were in good moods, everything was going fine.

Down by the hovercraft camp ground, Hammer rested his eyes on the edge of the craft. The Wild One sitting next to him like best dog in the world. His eyes picked up somebody walking up to him but he did not move to go after the Wild One or any firearm.

“Yes?” asked Hammer, with his eyes still close.

“Not going to open your eyes for an old friend?” said Andrei.

“Oh…sorry, Andrei, though you were somebody else. Those soldiers that came allow with you have been over here talking with me, Wolfe or Jack.” said Hammer. “They see us as living legends.”

“Well, you three are living legends.” said Andrei, who was still wearing his Transylvania body armor. “All snipers, new and old, know of Jack. The naval boys all know Wolfe. And you…”

Hammer didn’t let him finish. “They know of my action when I carried on fighting with large pieces of metal in my left arm. My charging across the battlefield like a madman and about being killed from it.”

“But you did get the man you were after.” said Andrei.

“Yup, I did get my man and bought his head back to you. Plus, I hold the highest kill record in a single battle.” said Hammer.

“Nobody has came close to it.” said Andrei.

“Here I got to ask you something, who’s that other Blood Wolf with you?” asked Hammer.

“Ah, he is a sniper that was recruited into the Blood Wolves about six month ago. He was trained by Jack.” said Andrei.

“Oh…so he is Tiger Force?” asked Hammer.

“Yes.” said Andrei. “Tiger Force has grew a lot, numbering in at hundred or so members. There are only two of the original members still in it. Me and Fang.”

“Don’t tell me Death has been killed, too.” said Hammer.

“Nope, Death is here. He is a Shadow Fox, now.” said Andrei.

“Oh…shit, they made him into a Shadow Fox.” said Hammer.

“Yes, I just send him and his unit off to a mission.” said Andrei. “A lone vehicle is heading this way.”

“I feel sorry for the people in that vehicle.” said Hammer.

Andrei and Hammer continued talking about the past and what was happening now. They were catching up.

Eight PM

The lone vehicle was coming in on the Dominionite border at this time. The vehicle was being watch by the Shadow Fox sniper and the Dominion satellite. If they don’t stop hundred yards from the border, they would hit the spike strips then be surround by Shadow Foxes.

The first of the transports arrived late in the day. They touched down and unloaded 20 soldiers, and a bunch of supplies. Chainsaws clear a small patch in the forest, shelters were fabricated, and defenses set up. A pressure sensitive trip wore was set up all around the camp, sounding an alarm if they were tripped. Ten tripods held M60 machine guns mounted on specialized turntables. These turntables were connected to ten aiming lasers. the soldiers holding them only had to point and shoot their feather-light gun to unleash the power of the ferocious M60's. At night these gaurds were aquipped with night-vision. The SEAL's from the Indispensible went back to their ship, which lurked off the coast using its stealth to secretly patrol the coastal waters. it also set up to co-ordinate missle attacks on the island, should the need arise.

The scientists flew back to the Flora and Fauna and compiled their data.

OOC: I'll be back in a week. This should hold at least a smidgen of land for DT.

Phoenixius Base, Afternoon

Jones was walking through the camp, inspecting the work his engineers had done, pointing out areas he felt could be improved. He was impressed by the amount of work that had happened considering that he didn't know this crew one bit, but then again he shouldn't have been suprised that they would send their best. The trainees had spent pretty much all their time marking out an airstrip and had disappeared into the distance finishing off the final markings. The command center had been finished, and was organising the preparation fo the rest of the base even more efficiently. The mess hall was up and running and several soldiers were laying around outside eating their first hot meal since they arrived. There was a big hole in the ground to the west where all the undergrowth they had cut down had been stored - the timber would be used to increase the dock later. A rough shape of the outer wall had been finished, a concrete lower section about 1m thick and 1m tall. This was topped with a chain-link fence. Two entrances had been allocated, one to the south east and one to the south west. THese were blocked by a rough gate made of timber.

As Jones wandered back into the command center, he noticed all the bustle going on. Strolling up to his friend, he asked what was going on.

"Well, everything is going to plan. As you know the base is going up well. Tomorrow we'll be finishing off the helipads and starting on the airstrip. Nothing enourmous just a small patch of concrete to begin with. We'll be shipping the electric gates from the ships and installing them and begin digging a ditch around the wall - there have been several people claiming that they have seen bushes moving and we have been hearing gorilla calls all day. We might even begin the guard towers in side the wall too. Oh and we need to get some more permament housing for the soldiers."

"Yes, just as I was thinking. Tonight I'll tell my men when we meet up for grub. Whats up with the weather forecast? I reckon we'll be getting some rain soon."

"Well, lets check. Johnny, whats the weather like?"

A young dishevelled man turned away from his computer as his commander spoke to him, before turning back. Quickly clicking through the screens, he turned back. "Sir it appears we'll be having fine weather, but there's a massive storm system coming our way. It'll be here in a day or so, depending on the wind speed, but whenever it gets here it'll be huge - a true tropical storm."

"Yikes. Thanks Johnny. Well we'd better get those housing units up quickly then before the rain hits - nothing worse theat bored soldiers are wet, bored soldiers. Oh Johnny, send a message to the soldiers in the recon vehicle and tell them the news - they may be reaching the edge of the Dominion allocated area, and they will need to be aware."


On the Eastern coast

"Godamn do you ever shut up? I'm really beginning to regret shooting those birds now."

"Well --"

"Quiet. Its base. THeir telling us that theres a massive rain storm coming in, so we might have to dig in on our way back to avoid the worst of it. Also we might be coming in on the Dominion sector so be sharp."

With that, they all went quiet, and began scouring the area infront and to the sides for any sign of Dominion soldiers. Slowing down a bit to get better control of the vehicle they drove onwards, straight for the Dominion trap laid out for them.

Dominionite eastern border

The lone vehicle continued onwards, not stopping or anything. They would get a surprise of a lifetime in few second.

“They’re not stopping, Death.” said the sniper.

Right as the vehicle front tires hit the spike strips, a dark figure shot out of the ground about hundred yard in front of the pathway of the vehicle. This figure was in black cloak, it was Death and he looked the part. He flew in the air like he was not human but an lion or wolf jumping on it prey. His arms out at his sides like the wings an airplane, his legs bend like he was crouching. Death flew out of the hole by the used off spring load platform at the bottom of the hole.

With the lights of the vehicle, Death looked like a Angel of Death himself. He lands on the ground in front of him as the rear tire hit the spike strip. The wind blows the cloak as Death drew his G4 machine pistol and lowered the hood of the cloak, to show out the custom mask over his body armor’s helmet. It was lifelike skull makes.

“Welcome to Dominionite Kikko.” said Death, his voice deep and eerily sounding, through his radio with somehow took over the radio in the vehicle. The satellite locked on the vehicle’s radio channel that is why Death’s voice was in the radio. “And hit your brakes.”

At the same time as lone vehicle hit the border.

Inside the C&C building, Colonel Andrei walked up behind a men on a computer. The man was wearing woodland BBUs but he was not in Armed Forces. He was a civilian, who came a long to watch the weather on this island, he had glasses and long shaggy blonde hair with a messy blonde goatee. “You see, Colonel, there is storm coming in from the north.” said the man. “The path of the storm will come in the north then slowly moved towards the west. Then head back towards us.”

“So, it will not be near us.” said Andrei.

“From the looks of it, by the time it is near us.” said the man. “We will feel some of the storm. That is if don’t die down somewhere on the island. Here a picture of the planned path.”

The man moves away from the computer screen and allows Andrei to take a look. On the screen was a picture of the planned path (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KIS.png).

The first dot is the storm’s location at 9:10, the second dot is at 9:20, the third dot is at 9:30, the fourth dot is at 9:50, the fifth dot is at 10:25, the sixth dot is at 10:45, the seven dot is 11:20, the eighth dot is 12:35, the ninth dot is 1:12, the last dot is at 1:45.

“Let’s just hope this is all rain and nothing to bad.” said Andrei

Off The Coast of Kikko Island

Just a 1/2 mile off the coast sat the UES Quiet, it had take almost a day to get here, but they were here. Just before, arriving Colonel Jack Shepperd and his squad had don their equipment and prepared to take a small sub the rest of the way to the Island. From their they would swim the rest of the way.

"Their mission- Reconnaissance and Surveillance, if attacked by hostile forces their orders were to defend themselves and when possible disengaged and make it back to the RP."

Loading into the small sub, Jack and his crew using small flash lights to see what they were doing, as it was pitch black out, the perfect time to conduct a clandestine mission. After closing the docking port, the sub departed from UES Quiet and headed for the Island. Jack thinking, "Not another dam Island and its freaking heat." Just then he realized his whole squad was looking at him, he had just uttered that out load. Replying to his squad, "What!, I hate the heat!"

Quietly coming ashore, the 12 man special forces squad, made their way off the beach and into the woods. Hiding their suba gear so no one would find it, Jack checked his watch. 10 P.M. Perfect timing.

Giving the signal to move north, Jack and his squad moved out.
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The Southern Shore

Colonel, Jack's radio operater called out. "Command reports a massive storm is approaching our position, ETA in about 1 to 2 hours. They advise us to seek out the high ground and if possible some kind of shelter."

Upon hearing of the storm, Island Squad headed for the nearest high ground which was North by North-West. The march was long and hard, but by 11:30 a.m. the sqaud was nearing the high ground, atleast enough to be above sea level.

The High Ground

Finding a small outcropping of rock, that provived a small roof, Jack and his sqaud mates set up a small camp. While the outcrop of rocks provived good shelter from raining coming straight down, every time the wind blew rain would hit Jack and his Sqaud, a small price to pay for the massive storm going on just a few meters from them. While not perfect Jack gave the order that this would have to do for tonight to stay. While they were unable to start any fires as that might give away their position, all pulled out their MRE's and discussed the mission for the next day. At first light they would move out. All of Jack squad nodded at his order and before finally hitting the sack with the rest of his squad, Jack checked his LCD readout of the Island, which displayed all current information on the Island as reported by a direct link to a satellite observing the Island. As of right now the Satellite was useless due to the massive storm, but by tomorrow and the clearing of the storm it would come in handle. Turning off the Display to save power, Jack drited off to Sleep, knowing that their were other on this Island and he hoped they were as miserable as he was to be on this God for shaken Island.

OCC: The Brown dot is where the squad came ashore, but their not there anymore. The Dark red dot is where they are now, but IC no one knows that. Their wearing clothing that matches the terrian and elimates their heat emissions. If they run into hostile forces, they are to melt into the area never to be seen again. All our special forces trained. Map: http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/2068/kispa8.png

Also, Trans how much personnel do you have on the Island? I got 12 men so far.

Crown Peaks

The base, despite the lack of serious equipment and manpower, was looking good enough to support them for a long period of time. A Comm-satellite had been set up along with various other antennas to catch the chatter, but the use of communications would remain low so as to not give away their position. The advanced tents they were given (not your run of the mill camping tent) were all set up and their insides were filled with different personal items of those who called them home. However, the unique thing about this camp... was that it was all hidden. Even though their was thick tree cover making aerial and satellite reconnaissance of the area a joke and their height on the mountain made it improbably any scout party would be making it up there, the Nightstalkers were taking no risks. As per earlier instruction, the civilian crew had dug large holes with their machines and everything was placed underground with just a little bit of extra room so that you could walk into it. Afterwards, the holes were covered by a thick mat that was completely camouflaged and looked real. The only possible sign of a camp there was a circle of rocks that made a fire pit... though what that would indicate to a foreign force would be nothing except that a group had possibly stopped to cook food around a fire before moving on.

Now was one of those times when many of the civilians were sitting around the fire, chatting it up and eating a lunch that they had brought with their equipment. Eventually, they knew, they might have to rely on the food that was natural on the island, but for now they would have enough to eat heartily and be full.

One of the men who was talking a few deep scratches on his face where blood had obviously flowed from. "Heh, you got to be careful up here... I was just walking with part of the Comm gear when BAM... next thing I know it, I was lying face down in the dirt and blood was seeping onto my hand. There are hidden rocks and 'traps' everywhere..."

The men all laughed as many of them were running on a beer or two. "Hey! Thomas... what's up wit you?" One of the guys asked as he saw one of his mates approach the fire.

"Hmm? Me? Oh nothing... pretty boring and all..."


Evening

By the time the hot day's sun began descending into the horizon, the teams of two Nightstalkers had returned from their scouting missions. The group of them (including the four on guard duty) conferenced secretly, unbeknownst to the civilians, and shared the information they had gathered.

"Oh this mountain is a doozy all right," the team leader commented after hearing all of the reports, including those from intelligence they received over the newly set up Comm site. "After analyzing everything, we have figured out that there are only three possible ways up the mountain that wouldn't be extremely lethal to those who ventured upwards... though they still are dangerous and potentially deadly."

He pulled out a fancy looking electronic map and set it down on the ground - everything he marked on it would be instantaneously recorded and added to the maps on each of the soldier's display. "Alright, they are here, here, and here," he said, marking the three paths with a stylus. "I want full eyes and ears on all of them; set up all of the necessary cameras and sensors... and the unnecessary ones! I want to be able to shut down those routes in a moment's notice - knock some boulders into place, blown up the path, I don't care... just be able to lock them down. We have about fifty feet of quad-bar electric fencing that we can use; I want it divided so that each of the paths gets what it needs and hide it so that we can have it spring up and close down the path for the time being. Finally... we are going to divide up into two man teams again and personally watch the paths ourselves. We will work in a series of four shifts with two groups of six switching off every six hours... understand?"

"Hooha!"

"Alright... dismissed."

That night the Nightstalkers would carry out their orders and Crown Peaks would soon become a fortress...

21:00 Hours. Day 1

A deserted airstrip, somewhere on the coast of Western Africa...

Fifteen figures crossed the short stretch from a ramshackle hut towards the back of the waiting Star Transport. Without waiting for the tail ramp to close fully, it began to taxi, awaiting clearance for takeoff.

Oficially, it was answering an SAR beacon that had just been activated, approximately 100 miles offshore. Unoficially, it was to deliver its payload of Excel Troops on to the new island.

Fray sat silently as the plane lumbered down the runway. He knew of the diversion; pehaps it was just that; or perhaps the Senate Council had used the situation to 'clean up' some business.

He studied his men, all dressed identically; faceless to the outside world. Black boots, kevlar woven combat trousers and smocks, black webbing and holders. They were busy, boot bolishing everything to a dull black; taping down grenades and flash-bangs so they wouldn't clatter; securing and protecting their rifles. so as not to lose them to the sea.

This was the part he disliked most; waiting for the drop. Nothing to do but rehearse the drills. Check rifle, check 'chute, check O2, check mask, check altimeter and gps, check beacon, check everything. Then, when it's checked, check again. HAHO was the best method of insertion, but it was also risky. Get it wrong by the tiniest amount, and well... it didn't bear thinking about.

A hand on his shoulder jarred him back into reality. It was Bentos.
"Sir, shall I tape you up?" he asked. Fray knew that, behind his mask, Bentos was smirking. Bentos knew the answer would be a no. Each man checked his own kit- Excel Troop rules.

In the corner the PT stood. "Gentlemen, we are approaching 10,000 feet. Maks and O2 on. Gloves on." The fifteen men complied at once, each fingering the rubber seals on their faces to ensure a good fit, before hooking up to the onboard Oxygen supply. Everything was by hand signals now. Soon, the checking would be over.

With his mask on, Fray turned his attention to his augmented eye. It was a standard requirement for all Captains and certain other military personnel to undergo the procedure. It allowed secure communication to its user, to recieve incoming messages, and also to relay live operational footage back to Command, and gave enhanced night vision, with a binocular zoom function. Difficult to get used to initially, but effective when mastered. Fray cycled through its various modes, checking each one. Though it was a useful tool, he always wondered if someon was watching him...

PT placed his hands on Frays' shoulders, then stood infront. Inflight check time- to see if there was any effects of altitude sickness. He gave a series of hand signals. Fray responded with the appropriate gestures. PT gave the thumbs up, and moved on to Bentos.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Loadie suddenly moved in the rear of the hold. A Red blinked on and its light bathed the dark figures. Not long now...
Fray watched as the Loadie worked, dilligently ensuring the safty of his cargo of Excel Troops. He gave the thumbs up to Fray. As Troop commmander, Fray would be first to go. It was his mission, and he always lead by example.

Fray stood and held the overhead rail, switching to his personal O2 supply as he did so. The rest of the troop followed, and waited, bracing themselves in the increasing turbulence caused by the opening of the tail ramp. Fray peered into the inky blackness below. The Red began to flash, signalling fifteen seconds to drop. He steadied his breathing and waited for the Green.

It flashed in his periphery, and Fray walked off the ramp...
"Five, four, three, two, one. Pull 'chute." Fray fingered the ripcord and gave it a sharp tug. He felt the pressure of his harness on his shoulders and groin as the 'chute unfurled above him. He glanced up, examining its luminous tagged lines to ensure he was tangle free. Check. His attention turned to his altimeter and GPS. All was ok- he was on the glide slope and headed directly for the target LZ.
In his ear, Bentos' voice crackled. "Troop dispatched. Out."
The drop was over, and all were safe. now, the thirty minute glide to the island lay ahead of their next challenge.


Sometime around 22:00 Hours, Day 1

As Fray continued his descent to the LZ, he felt a gentle vibration on his left arm, signalling that he had passed the 1000ft mark. He double checked the GPS- it indicated he was still on the glide slope. Satellite topographical images had been studied to find a suitable, flat area, but its terrain and composition were unknown- a thick jungle canopy obscured further viewing.
The LZ was unknown territory, the island, was unknown territory.
It was his duty to lead. It was his duty to take that first step, to use his augmentation to survey this new land and ensure his troops were shielded from unecessary injury. He switched it on and flicked through to low-light mode. His view turned a pale green, the augmentation enhancing his natural vision. In the distance, he could make out the shape of the islnd. They would land on the western most point. He wondered where The Dominion was...

At 500ft, the altimeter vibrated again. Below, he could hear the gentle sound of the sea. He grasped the toggles of his 'chute, in preparation for the sharp deceleration that would place him onto the LZ. His eye could make out the coastline, the breakers spilling on to a sandy looking beach, stretching approximately 25ft back to the treeline.

Using the inside of his right arm, he checked his rifle, still secured and hanging, ready for use. His troop were well versed in HAHO insertions, and would know the landing and contact drills instinctively. From the latest Intel, only the Dominion had landed, but he was sure this would have changed by the morning, if not already...

The sea rushing below him, Fray began to flare his canopy, scrubbing some of its speed off, trying to offset the effects of the stiff onshore breeze. The sound of the waves became louder, and see the mist and spray on his mask visor. As soon as the sea became sand, Fray yanked sharply down on the canopy toggles, almost stopping him dead in mid air. He hit the sand with a thud, but quickly got to his feet, turning in the process. As fast as he could, he gatered up the lines of his 'chute and bundled it under his left arm. Without even unclipping it, he began to jog towards the treeline, rifle in hand, ready to provide cover if needed. As he reached his destination, he huddled at the base of a tree.

Silently, he watched, waited, and listened...

The vehicle slewed to the right as the soldier attempted to regain control, but then an deathly apparition appeared.

“Welcome to Dominionite Kikko.” said Death, his voice deep and eerily sounding, through his radio with somehow took over the radio in the vehicle. The satellite locked on the vehicle’s radio channel that is why Death’s voice was in the radio. “And hit your brakes.”

"What the hell!" The vehicle slide sideways, stopping just short of the man in black. "How the hell did you do that? No scrub that, what the hell are you doing?"


Phoenixius Base

Everyone was setteling in for the night. Guards were patrolling the wall and watching the sea, men were in the command center relaying all information back to Phoenixius, and Johnny was watching the weather very carefully knowing only too well that tropical storms may suddenly become a hurricane. So far it looked just like a normal storm, but there was still time yet.

Dominionite eastern border

Death looked at the vehicle, he did not move an inches as it slide in front of him. Through his helmet red eyes, he looked into the vehicle at the me. “I’m the Angel of Death and these are my Reapers.” said Death, again the radio of the vehicle. Before the people inside could ask who his Reaper were and where they were. Three dark figures came out of the sandy beach with G4 machine pistol pointing at the vehicle. All in black clocks with their hoods up.

“Who are you to ask what I’m doing on my lands?” asked Death with a small eerily laugh at the end. “What did you think, you could sneak up on Dominionites?”

“Your vehicle is located in Dominion controlled soil, you are now trespassing.” said Death. “One second.” He shut off the channel to the vehicle and back away from the vehicle.

The new comes would not hear any of his words. “Diamondback, the vehicle has been stopped. I think they were jolly riding because they don’t look like special ops or spies.” he said in his radio, which was located inside his helmet, to channel that base.

“Nobody harmed?” asked Andrei.

“The people inside are unharmed. I think they are a little shocked to see a person flying up in the air from the ground in middle of nowhere.” said Death.

“That’s good. There is a storm coming tonight. If they are armed, disarmed them. A helicopter is heading your way.” said Andrei.

“Understood, sir.” said Death. He clicked off the base channel and flipped back to vehicle’s channel. “News is good for you, boys. There is storm coming in and you guys get a helicopter ride to our base. Please, get out of your vehicle and place your weapons on the ground.”

“Or you guys can walk back to your base?”

"Walk you say? Or go to your base? Do you mind if we contatct our commander first, to let him know of our situation? We won't tell him about your unique trap, just inform him we've been captured by the Dominion? Thanks." The driver, George, turned his radio on, and spoke quickly into the mike, "Base camp, this is recon. We have contact. Dominion has us. THey are taking us to their base. Mission going as planned with contact." Turning back to Death he said, "Thanks for that. WOuld oyu rather we drive? Only its important to our commander as its one of the few we have. Anyway we'll get out while you decide - here are my weapons."

The four soldiers clambered out of the sandy vehicle and placed their weapons in a box at the back of the vehicle, out of the way of everyone. THey then walked a couple of meters away and sat down waiting for the next stage of the mission to happen. Meanwhile it was getting more and more blustery as the winds picked up from the approaching storm.


Phoenixius Base
Rain suddenly pelted down onto the camp, soaking everything in seconds, the ground turned to slush as the ground became sodden and turned to mud. The sentries rushed for the nearest bit of cover to their post, the lucky ones hiding out under the eaves of the few solidly constructed buildings while the rest had to just lay low and resign themselves to getting soaked. The winds combined with the heavy rain also tore down several tents, fortunately none of them had soldiers inside - they were all on guard duty. However some of the timber makeshift dock was also knocked down by the the waves and wind, though the rest of the camp was managing to stand up.

Jones woke up on his camp bed in the mess hall, and as he heard the rain alshing down outside he thanked the lord for the privillage of position allowing him to bunker down in one of the few solidly constructed buildings in the camp. However, as he lay there listening to the rain drum onto the ceiling, he realised that his work for the day wasn't going to end just yet, and that he would be called upon to do some repair jobs tonight to fix that damage that the storm was obviously wreaking on the base. He got up, and dressed, and headed over to the command center, pulling on his raincoat as he left. Back hunched against the storm, he crossed the short gap between the two buildings and opened the door, walking in just before the wind slammed it shut behind him.

"Ah, Jones, glad you made it. The storm has hit a day early, and the soldiers are having to weather it out inside their tents. We've also recieved a message from the recon team, saying that they had been captured. They obviously can't say how, but we know the Dominion has them. This is even better than we could of hoped for, as they are taking them straight to their base."

Jones scratched his chin before replying, "DOesn't that mean that they won't be able to report back? That's kinda stupid."

"Not at all. I pulled then in for this on the pretence of shooting the birds, but they are all special forces, and they had a private brief just before they left. They were to act as simple soldiers being sent on a normal recon mission, but if they did get caught, then they were to use this to their advantage to their mission."

"Ah. Ok. What about this storm then."

"Oh, I doubt we can do much more tonight. Johnny here says that the storm will have passed in an hour or more, but damage control can wait until tomorrow. Go to bed."

Dominionite eastern border

Death and his three men watched the four foreign soldiers. They stood there and looked, their helmet’s lens were cold and dark. Death, being the special ops soldiers, listene3d the driver’s message to the their base. Oh come on, contact base as planned. So there mother fuckers are spies. he said to himself.

He looked coldly at the four men, his G4 pointing at the ground in front of them. Unknown to the for men, one of the Grim Reapers planned for bugs on their vehicle. Then pull all of their weapons in black duffle bag.

“How are you boys going to drive anywhere? You got four flat tires.” said Death.

“Hollywood to Death, you read me?” called through Death’s radio.

“I read you, Hollywood.” said Death back in the radio.

“I will be at your location in a few.” said voice on the radio.

“Roger that, Hollywood.” said Death he looked back at the four men. “You four are not prisoners of the Dominion but you fours are just four people who were to dumb not to spy on the Dominion.” he said to the men. “You will be blindfold and handcuffed for the trip because we don’t trust you. Hell, I don’t even know where you are from.”

At that time, two of the men behind them began handcuffing and blindfolding them. If they tried anything, Death would turn them into Swiss cheese or the sniper would put a fifty in their head or chest. Which ever came first.

The sound of the helicopter could be hear by the time, the men were blindfold and handcuffed. As the helicopter touched down, the men were loaded into the copter. Soon, it entered the air again.

An unknown minutes passed by as helicopter flew back to the base. As it touched down, the men were helped out and were glided to somewhere. The sound of metal could be heard under their feet as they walked. Could they be on a boat? After a quick walk, they would all find themselves in four rooms without anybody else. Blindfolds off and handcuff undo, they would see they were in a ship with it’s cold wall.

“Welcome to your home for the next four to six hours or when ever the storm passes.” said Death’s voice in the room’s speakers. Each room had a jamming system to make sure if the men had a radio that it would not work. “The Dominion would replace the four tires that we popped. And food will be send to you. Now, have a seat and rest.”

At each door, of the four rooms, were two heavily armed Naval Marines. The Navel Marines were trained as guardian of a Dominion Navel ship, if the ship was boarded. They armed with two Burning Fox pistols, cambered in .45 ACP, and a Devil Arms sub-machine gun, cambered in 9x18mm Makarov, and wearing a set of blue and white Transylvania body armor.

On board the Dominionite ship

George took stock of his surroundings quickly, measuring the distance between the various walls. Thinking back on the trip down to the hold he presumed that he was a couple of decks below the main deck, and hence freedom. Quickly thinking he moved to the wall that was to the right of the door, and tapped twice, quickly. He waited a few seconds before tapping 4 times, the middle two taking longer than the others. He got an immediate reply - one tap. Quickly, through the tapping he worked out that all four were together, in different cells, aligned in a row. After thinking for a second he tapped out an extended message, mainly for the benefit of their captors. THe jist of it was that they were to break out when their food was brought, however the rest of his team would know not to do anything.

Not sure how long they would be kept here - the Death character had said for only a few hours, but then again they knew absolutley nothing about them, so they could be in for an extended period of torture - he sat down on the supplied chair and entered a state of meditation, slowing his body functions down slightly.

When he heard footsteps coming down the hall, he woke up, and took out a small device from his boot. It was a small sphere about 1mm in diameter, and he held it in the palm of his hand, ready for when the door would open, whereupon he and his team would accept their food, and complete the next stage of their mission.

The Ivan Rogov moored on the beaches of Kikko Island.

Unknown to the four foreigners, they were being watched. All of their actions were being watched, from the strange movements of tapping on the walls. The ones watching the screens could see that it was a code or something. They would review the video feed over and over until they found out what the message was.

The movement of the man in the chair was caught by the hidden camera. It was rewinds and highlight to get a better view. It looked like he pulled something from his boot.

The Naval Marines were warned about the person actions. The door was open to the person’s (George) room, in walked one of the Naval Marine. The Devil Arms sub-machine gun pointed at the ground but was ready to be fired. A second later, another man walked in with a plate of food, some ribs and mac and cheese and a glass of water. At the same time, the other three were getting their food.

“Evening gentlemen.” said Death’s voice. “Hope you like your food. And don’t think it has been poisoned. Why poison you when we could have used a bullet early. You four are guests of the Dominion.”

The men that deliver the food started exiting the room. The Naval Marines never let an eye off of the four people.

As the guards left his room, George got up, and stepped forward. As the guard raised his gun , George raised his hand, the tiny little ball slipping out and bouncing out of the room. "Wait, when do we get to leave then? At least give us some information about yourselves - we, that is to say my superiors, know pretty much nothing about your people, your aims, anything. We came to see if you people were of the same mindset and open to an alliance. At least I think so. Keep it in mind though." George looked cooly at the raised gun and uncoperative soldier, then picked up the tray and sat back on the seat, delving into the mac and cheese with relish.

In the other rooms, similar things were going on, one soldier making to do up his bootlace and releasing his ball, one kicking it with his foot as he got up, and the other while clapping his hand, congratulating his guards on the food as it was his favourite. The balls came to rest unnoticed by the guards in the corners of the corridor outside the cells, ready.

Ivan Rogov landing ship

The Naval Marines, in the rooms just back out of the room, watched the four people. Their HUDs did pick up something small falling out from the people. Small metal balls. As they locked the door, the small balls were be watched as they came to rest at the corner of the hallway. The balls were not unnoticed unless they were not wearing Transylvania body armor.

“You and your men can leave in four to six hours. That will give the storm time to get out of the area.” said Death’s voice in the speakers of the four rooms. “And you want to know who we are? We are Dominionites, we are the first to find this island, we were the first to land people on this land. Our leader, the God-Emperor, offered this island to anybody and everybody. The Dominion has claimed her area of the island and rest it up for grab.”

“If you and your superiors don’t know anything about my people, you guys must have been living in a cave then.” said Death. “I will give you guys a quick history on the Dominion. Formed in the 1000 AD by two men, a vampire named Count JWolf and a human named Jedah. Jedah became the first king of the Dominion. The homeland of the Dominion is Romania, it is the heart of our lands. From the year 1100 AD to 1400 AD, the lands of Bulgaria, Hungary, Moldova, Montenegro, Serbia and Ukraine.”

He took a small break to catch his breath. “To make this shorter, the Dominion controls these lands: Albania, Armenia, Austria, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Croatia, Czech Republic, Estonia, Georgia [the country, not the state], Germany…” he catch his breath again. “Greece, Hungary, Italy, Jordan, Latvia, Lebanon, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Macedonia, Malta, Moldova, Poland, Romania, San Marino, Serbia & Montenegro, Slovakia, Slovenia, Switzerland, Syria, Turkey, Ukraine, and Western Russia, which is Northwest Russia, Southwest Russia and Central West Russia. Add this to the seven lands I said early. The Dominion controls almost all of Europe, half of Russia and a number of Middle East nation. That is not counting the territories of the Dominion: Wolfe Island, the Angel Island chain, Dominion controlled Sanduras, Dominion controlled Rith-naar.”

“Now, I have answer your question about who we are. Tell me who you four are and what nation do you come from?”

Meanwhile, the four metal balls were in one of the Naval Marines’ hand. He heads off to do something with them, leaving one of the door with only one Naval Marine.

George, processed this information, and quickly replied, "We are from Phoenixius, a relatively large island in the north Atlantic. We have had several periods of isolation, and are currently coming back into international politics. Or so it seems anyway. We have been sent to this island to aquire new territory and seek new allies, though for what reason I'm not sure. We were sent to determine your availability and accessability to an alliance."

Ivan Rogov landing ship

“An alliance? Well, I or my commanding officer don’t have the power to form alliances with anybody.” came Death’s voice. “Phoenixius, you say you are from. One of your companies plans are owned by the Dominion. Naval ships. You four just relax, you have a bed and somewhat private bath in that room.”

The four metal balls were placed into a metal box and gave to another person. Who would set the box far away from the ship and the base.

“The hours will pass by fast.” said Death.

Crown Peaks

Before the rains came, all of the outlined tasks and security details were completed and ready to go. The base was established as far as it would be unless it was to become a permanent base - which was a very real possibility in the future - and mining and research work would begin the following day by the civilian corp.

Just a few minutes after twenty-one thirty Zulu Time, one of the engineers sitting around the campfire felt the first few sprinkles of rain drop from the heavens and find its way through the tree coverage. By twenty-one fifty the rains had really started coming down and the forty civilians clambered to their underground tents in order to stay dry. In each of the five civilian tents (each with eight people) the conversation was generally the same; they talked about their work the next day, the weather currently, and the soldiers they had met earlier.

"It's raining pretty fuckin seriously out there," Bob commented as he laid on his cot.

"No shit. I reckon it'll get worse when the storm actually reaches us."

"Poor fuckers."

"Who?"

"The... uh..." Bob was about to reply when he realized he didn't know any of the soldiers' names or their unit name. "Those other guys who have to keep guard. The soldiers..."

"Yeah..."

The first shift of Nightstalkers had taken up their guard positions at the three entrances to the mountain, a good way off from the camp. The other six members were taking one hour turns watching the sensors and computers that lined the entire mountain. Outside, the tree coverage gave slight protection from the winds that howled through the forest and the rains that would flood the ground, but the storm was brutal. Finally it reached them, and though slightly dissipated by the mountain, it was still powerful. This, however, was nothing for the Nightstalkers... this was a light drizzle...

Soon, the tents were quiet and the storm would pass by the morning...

Hours would pass by, one hour, two hours…outside, the ships the men were making sure nothing blew away. The hovercraft was tied to a couple of trees, anything small was placed in the hold of the Ivan Rogov. The time was flying by…waiting for the storm to get near.

At 0112 hours, the sounds of the storm could be hear outside the ship and base. Thirty-three minutes, the storm was on the beach. The sounds of rain hitting the side of the ship could be heard. Howling wind could be heard, too. A true event was happening on the ship, most of the crew have never been in a storm like this. What about the four guests? The cameras locked onto them, during the whole event.

Fifteen to twenty minutes later, the storm was gone, heading off to die down. The base was looked over to see, if any damage was done. It did not look like anything had happen.

“Early morning, people from Phoenixius.” came Death’s voice. “The storm has cleared and we have crew heading to change those popped tires on your vehicle. The chef is cooking up a snack for your ride back to your base. Give it thirty minutes or longer, you guys can be leaving on a jet plane.” At that time, that song started to play, Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver.

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.

As the song came through the room’s speakers, an unseen gas began to fill the rooms. It was clear and had not smell.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

The gas was just…knock out gas. Some powerful gas. The poor guys about to knocked at listening to John Denver.

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.

By this time, the four people should start to feel the affects of the gas. Making the get sleepily and wanting to have a seat.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

The gas was kicking in by now, the next part of the song would be the last thing they hear.

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say,

Thirty minutes later, the four men were rest on the wet beach near the same spot they were stopped early. Their weapons placed in the same spot the four men placed them, the bugs were took off, and those four metal balls were placed into the back seat of the vehicle. Water was thrown on the four men. "Wake up sleepily heads." said Death. "You passed out early."

"Huh." The men groaned, and slowly stood up, still groggy with the after affects of the drug. Slowly looking around, they realised where they were, and reached for their weapons laying on the ground nearby. Once armed, they turned back to their vehicle surveying the damage to the vehicle. A few scrapes from the wind and assorted debris, and the tyres looked none the worse now. As they got back into their vehicle, George turned back. "Well at least you kept your end of the bargain. We hope this intrusion doesn't interrupt further negotiations, and no harm done. We'll be seeing you around."

George got into the drivers position, started the vehicle, and turned it around, heading back to the north. There would be reports to file about this field trip, although not much useful information had been gleaned. Satellite information would be more accurate and easier than any other mission. In the rear view mirror, he saw the Dominion aircraft take off, heading back south to their base. In a few hours they would be back amongst their collegues, and would be able to enjoy a nice warm meal cooked by Phoenixian cooks.

As the Ka-29 Helix combat transport helicopters touched down on the Ivan Rogov rear helipad, Death and his Grim Reapers started unloading from the helicopter. A strange thing that somebody would tried to spy on the people that allowed them to come to this island. Death undoes the clicks on his helmet and take a breath of fresh air, under his helmet was a strong black face. His bald head was lit by the moonlight.

Something caught his eyes as he and his Grim Reapers walked to hatch to enter the Ivan Rogov. It was a man (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KenichiSasaki.jpg) sitting the highest part of the ship.

“Are my eyes playing trick on me?” he asked out loud.

“No, sir.” said the Grim Reaper’s sniper, a man called Taker, as he undid his helmet. “That is Ken'ichi Sasaki.”

“Why would he be here?” asked Death. Before anybody said anything, it came to him. “The Count is coming here to this island then, if he has one of his bodyguards here already.” The five man unit heads into the ship and towards their private quarters.

The High Ground

As the darkness turned into light, as rain turn into sunshine, as wind turned into stillness and as your dam poetry woke me up for only the hundredth time. Looking at his Second in command, Jack was in no mood this morning for poetry.

After fully regaining his senses from his deep slumber, Jack scaned the area and noticed that the rest of his squad was awake, "You all got 10 minutes for Chow and then were out of here", was his only reply.

Pulling out his data secure radio, Jack prepared to make his daily contact with home base, which just happen to be for right now, UES Quiet.

Quiet, do you read me? This is Quiet go ahead Colonel. Have made it to RP B and are preparing to move out. Over Colonel, we have new orders for you. Go ahead Quiet. Were transmitting to you and should be on your PDA. Roger, Quiet- I see, have recieved new orders and acknowledge them. Kikko Island Over and Out.

Men, "We got new orders and our target is due North-West". Grab your gear and move out! We got a long walk ahead of us!
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Stateside-Capital City of United Earthlings
General, give the Texas the go ahead and send the following Orders to the squad already on the Island and General, give them my best. At that the kind return to his desk and continue his paper work that he now regretted he had let pile up.


Orders:*****, *** *** ***** ** ****** ********* *** *************.

Aye, Sir. At that the General left the room with orders in hand.

Mid-Atlantic

Captain, we are a go.

Helm, set course due south, full speed ahead if you will helm. Aye, Captain.

Com, inform the troops below we are a go. Aye, Captain.

Captain York wasn't to happy about being the only ship being sent south, the King in all his wisdom had decided to provived no escort of any kind. Not even a nice little frigate, which would of been nice.

Rereading, the message he had recieved eariler from the King. "Your mission is a go, I wish you, your crew and your ship the best of luck. However, should you come under attack you are on your own.

On our own, who was he kidding, that was an understatment.
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Throughout the second day, Jack lead his squad to the RP where they were expecting a little gifted from home. Until that gifted arrived, they just lay low inside a small cave up in the mountains. While Jack and his fellow squad mates found sitting around not the most exciting thing to be doing, orders were orders and soon enough once the Transport ship arrived they would be back in the game. The Quiet Game.

Seven AM Day Two

The soldiers, of Mason’s Wolves, began their work after a breakfast of eggs and bacon. A five man team starts on the guard towers, which are being made with metal that was carried on the Ivan Rogov. The towers would be fourteen foot tall and wide enough to fit both a God heavy machine gun and two soldiers. There would be no roof, the reason for it is that the God HMG can be used for anti-air weapon as well as a anti-armor weapon.

More soldiers started on building a ‘parking lot’ to house the many five ton trucks and their trailers. Six of the five ton trucks were unhooked from their trailers and drove into the Ivan Rogov. Small three men crews began to modified the bed to fit a God heavy machine gun. It was a hour to two hour job but the men had all the time in the world.

On each side of the border, the east and the west, a crew of four civilians were placing t-post every five feet on the border. The posts were eight foot tall and were painted a bright red. It would be a place hold to warn anybody that they are about to enter Dominion territory. Each four man crew had guardians, these guardians were made up of the first people on the island.

A four man team of Hammer, a man named Rocky armed with a Master Snake shotgun, and two young looking men with Loki submachine guns were watching the four civilians on the east border. The other team had a wild west looking man with two Crusade Shogun revolvers, a Mountain Dancer shotgun in a special hostler on the back of the man’s belt, and a Master Snake shotgun, Toby the cook and another young looking man with Loki sub-machine gun were watching the west border. Jack Hart was in this group.

At the base, Ken'ichi or Ken for short was running the edge of the water. He was not running for anything, he was just running.

Six AM Day Three

The base was coming together, the four guard towers were finished and the God heavy machine guns were placed on top. The ‘parking lot’ was finished, the six five ton ‘God’ trucks were moved around the base in different places.

The t-posts had been set and were done, nobody would enter Dominion territory again unwanted. Those two crew, the four civilians that put the t-posts in the ground, would began another mission. They would start marking the border with red spray paint on the trees. They had water and supplies to last them a couple of days away from the base. But they could radio back, if something happened. The same set of guardians would travel with the tree painting crew.

The bases was coming along well…

Phoenixius Base, Day 2

Dawn broke crystal clear after the rain storm, and everyone was getting up, ready to face what the new day would bring. The sodden guards from the night shift were replaced by fresher troops, and the wet and tired soldiers went to the tents that were still standing, and collapsed onto the cots. After a hearty breakfast of sausages, beans and toast, the engineers went to work again, reinforcing the structures already built, and preaparing the ground for a layer of concrete and tarmac to allow for better drainage when it rained again, as it most assuredly would. Equipment was being shipped over from the fleet to facilitate the new construction, bringing supplies and crew for the work. Preparations for building some more permament housing was also on the cards for the work for that day.

Jones entered the command center, noticing the slightly harrassed nature of the people working there, and headed over to the commander, glancing at the map of the island layed out on the table. "Morning. You rang?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you for coming Jones, I know your busy getting our base opperational, but we needed your input. We're planning on getting the main part of the base finished to prepare for any eventuality, want to help?"

"Sure, anything you need."

"Excellent. Here is a map of the island, and the rough shape of the base. What are your opinions on it?"

"Hmm." Jones scratched his chin and though for a moment, "Well, its good, and at least there is a dock and all. It'll do for now, we don't want to overstretch ourselves."

"Excellent. We'll start immediately."

As the orders went out, the soldiers began preparing the docks for construction, and helped to flatten the airstrip in preparation for work over the next few days.


Phoenixius Base, Day 3

The work the previous day had gone well, half the new houses had been erected, and soldiers were admiring the little bits of arcitecture that had been added by the engineers as their artistic sides came out. The fact that they were built to survive a hurricane, and were nice and warm also helped. A large area around the commander center and mess hall had been concreted/tarmaced over, and some of the areas around the housing also. The walls around the base had been improved, made stronger and taller, and outfitted with various intruder detection systems. The guard towers had also gone up, and fitted with MTG-01 machine guns and covered over to protect them from the rain.

The airstrip was almost a quarter finished, and soldiers were gettign used the the manual labour. Some of them were however wanting to shoot things, and went up to the commander to ask for a shooting gallery or something. After a few minutes thought, the commander authorised an area to be left for soldiers to shoot and let off steam.

At the same time the dock was also being improved, and would be able to take a realatively low draft ship by the end of the day barring accidents.

Crown Peaks - Day 2

Sometime during the night, possibly after the rains and winds of the violent storm had passed on to wreak havoc on another part of the island, the next shift of Nightstalkers had taken their positions on the three entrance ways as the previous shift caught some shut-eye. With the base fully secured, hopefully the civilians would never see the Special Forces again, because if they did, it would mean something had or was about to go deathly wrong.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the island as well as the civilians, a pair of UH-48 Highwinds had followed in the tail-end of the storm and reached Crown Peaks without anyone the wiser. In a few short and silent minutes, the heavy equipment had been unloaded and the helicopters disappeared through the night just as secretly as they had come. With the rest of the island's occupants' radar affected by the storm, the choppers slipped in and out without detection or trouble.

When the civilian crew woke up the next morning, they were pleased to see that the tents were still standing (underground) and that they had a 'package of goodies' awaiting them in the center of camp. Goodies that they soon put to good use drilling and searching for the minerals.

A few hours into the day, with work progressing steadily, more accurate and updated scans were sent via satellite to Crown Peaks. The young boy, no more than nineteen, went running in search of the bossman when he received the data. "Hey, Mr. Thompson, we just got a relay from the ship. It shows that our camp is only situated on one significant source of valuable minerals. We are going to need to expand up and out if we are going to find more."

"Hmmm..." Thompson said as he thought deeply. "Alright, I will take the info to the commander of this ghost squad and talk to him about it." And with that, the bossman was off in search of the mysterious commander of the Nightstalkers. Unfortunately, after nearly two hours of searching fruitlessly, he still could not find the elusive man. As night was falling and the work was coming to a halt, he decided to just leave the commander a note.

Hey,
I was ordered by my superiors to ask you for permission and advice before expanding our operation further than the original boundaries. Well... I ask that now. We need to move out in all directions if we are to make this mission successful.

-Thompson

After scribbling it on a dirty piece of paper, the heavyset man set it under a rock near the campfire and went off to bed. A long day of hard manual labor deserved a long and quiet night of sleep.


Crown Peaks - Day 3

The next morning it was sunny and calm when Thompson grabbed his Cup of Joe and strolled about the camp to check on everybody. It was just after he exited one of the tents - filled with a few of the younger personnel - that he noticed his note from the previous night still pinned under the rock. Except that it wasn't his note... the handwriting gave it away immediately. It wasn't his usual sloppy writing, but rather a very neat and crisp stroke. Upon further examination Thompson realized that it was the same dirty piece of paper, smudged by oily fingerprints, but it had been turned over and a response was written on the back.

You are clear for expansion. All security measures have been taken. Mountaintop is secure.

Three brisk, short, and to the point sentences that would determine the rest of their mission here for days, weeks, months, and years into the future. It was all about the highland.

The rest of Day 4 would be spent expanding the operation over troublesome terrain and to the furthest stretches of the mountain. It would be there they an abundance of precious metals would be found and exploited.

Day 1-2

On their secluded western tip of Kikko Island, the DT camp had worked away steadily, increasing the pressure sensitive wires length, setting up more guns, Stringing barbed wire and sandbags across vulnerable places. Automated MG nests with the laser-guided sights were set around a wide perimeter around the camp. Engineers, soldiers, and other civilians were shipped in by boat, landing craft streaming to and from the DTS Stationary for the better part of day 2. A large clearing was made for the camp, log and cinderblock houses were set up in the trees by the shore. DT's flag was erected on a small flag-pole, and wash and bathing centers had been set up by the lake. For many of the people there it would be a home away from home for, possibly, years to come.

The camp had weathered the storm well, as it had passed well east of it, and no damage was sustained. The camp was evolving into base on the island, and that made many people happy, especially Clyde Walker. Clyde was a sergant for the DT Amry, and he had accompanied the first group of civilians to the island, now it looked like he was going to be staying here for awhile.
He was currently sitting out side the yet-to-be-completed wash center by the lake. he was supposed to be watching the laboring civilians, but in reality he was shooting unlucky Shrew that wandered too close. He already had one when his CO ran down the bank twoards him.

"What in the name of tarnation do you think you're doin' boy?!" He shouted, red-faced and panting, "You gonna git us al' killed! Put that gun away!"
"Well i'm sorry sir, I was just shootin' me some shrew. I'm mighty hungry, it ain't been three hour since we last ate."
"If you don't pull your act toghether you won't be eating," the CO said, claming down and gaining more controll over his accent, "Now get off yerr ass and help them finish this wash house."
"Yessir." Clyde mumbled getting up out of his crudly cunstructed adirondake chair. He walked over and started carrying cinder blocks. the CO sat in the chair and mopped his sweaty forehead with a hankerchief.
"Whew. That boy's somethin' else." he said kicking the dead shrew into the brush.

The Flora and Fauna steamed off the document their finding's, staying ahead of the storm, while the Indispensible trolled off the coast, carefull no to get smashed into the beach. It circled the island once, giving all contacts a wide berth, but it documented the landing positions of two other nations, one already known as the dominion, as they formally announced their claim.

Day 3

Morning
That morning, a single landing craft landed on the beach, it dropped off four ATV's equipped with GPS and a bundle of orders. The orders outlined measures were to be taken about exploring the island. A AH-64D Longbow Apache Attack Helicoptor was flown in and kept on standby on a makeshift helipad. Later in the day a EADS Barracuda UAV Reconnosence Plane was scheduled to scann the island to identify the positions of other nations.

Clyde was woken up early in the morning by his CO. Pulled out of bed he was told to get dressed and head to the beach to get orders. An hour later he was slogging through the forest with a few other men, trying to get a better understanding of the terrain. They identifyed any openings in the trees that might be easier for people to come through, and made note of large groups of animals, all using the GPS on the ATV's. The ATV drivers were lucky, they hardly had to do anything. Clyde's CO was driving one ATV. He had kicked the soldier off explaining that having 4 ATV's was overkill and he might as well use this one since it was unneccesary. He also stressed that the sodlier wasn't doing any good on the ATV and that could get him into trouble. So the CO rested his large behind on the protesting seat and rolled up behind the working team of soldiers (around 20 men). They had to help him roll out of the mud more than once, but Clyde made sure no one said anything about it, at least not 'till they got back to camp. And so they went, becoming familiar with the terrain around their base for the rest of the day.

Noon

The scheduled EADS Barracuda reconnosaince mission was launched as planed. The Barracuda screamed off the deck of the DTS Indomptable and streaked twoards the far off island. The Indoptable was patrolling the waters around the tip of Africa, and was able to provide air support to the island every 72 hours, before it circled out of range on the other side of the continent. The Indispensible was patrolling the waters around the island, and the Stationary was a contracted ship that shuttled supplies to and from the island and Africa. Cldye was resting next to a tree eating his rations during the 30 minute luch break the men had been given. His CO was still sitting on the ATV, not wanting to get muddy. Then Clyde heard a whirr up above, it grew steadily louder, but didn't get very loud. Then, through the trees he saw it. It was some kind of weird plane. As he and his men looked at it, he saw his lean to one side to get a better view, craning his neck to see around the trees. As he leaned, he slipped and fell off the ATV, right into the mud. Clyde and the rest of the men sniggered, but he had the right of mind to queit them down before the CO got too mad. When everyone looked back up, the planed was gone, out of sight and out of earshot.
The Barracuda systematically swept the island, analyzing every square inch with its electro-optical (EO) and infrared sensors (IR), an Emitter Locator System (ELS) consisting of detectors for picking up radio-magnetic signals and also advanced Synthetic Aperture Radar (SAR) systems. It detected using its infrared sensors to pick up on heat signatures, as well as cameras where it could see through the trees. It picked up the two bases it already knew about, plus a third hit that resembled a camp. It was at the top of the highest peak, and the heat signatures certainly looked like people. The sailors aboard the Indomptable marked it as a possible 'enemy' site because no evidence of human occupation could be seen through the trees. It was marked, and the camp was notified, but it would most likely be left alone; no one wanted to hike up a mountain to discover a troop of Gorillas or something that some technition thought was people. Plus, what kinda bonehead would build a base at the top of a mountain where it couldn't access any supplies? The plane also picked up a small group on the southern side of the mountain, but it was dismissed as animals just as a hundred other hits were. It, and the others, were too small of groups to be humans. And so the Barracuda UAV returned to the indomptable and the updated map was sent to the now soggy CO on the island.

An unknown time on Day Four, maybe after noon

The Dominion base, was at hundred percent by now, wash centers, barracks, guard towers, and what ever else a base needs is in this base. The soldiers, of Mason’s Wolves, have done everything that was need for the base. Nothing left to do but chill and wait to fix something. No need to make an air strip or a runway because a plane can land on the beach.

Two of those thirty ‘worker soldiers’ were resting near the west gate. A man and a woman in woodland BBUs, no need to wear their Transylvanian body armor at the time. Both had DAC-97 sub-machine gun on their backs and an AMA7000 9mm sidearm in a hostler on their right hips. The two were joking with each other. The man had brown hair and light gray eyes, his body was off a person that keeps himself in shape. Not to muscled but he does have muscles. The woman had blonde hair and green eyes, her body was like a woman who stays fit. She was a beautiful woman that joined the Dominion Armed Forces over becoming a model or actress. The two knew each other in school and joined the Armed Forces on the same day and at the same time. Each of them have the same rank.

Their commanding officer walked by them and the two salute him. “Sir, can we go exploring the jungles?” the man asked.

“Sure, a bunch of us have been fishing already.” said the CO, an older looking man with a full brown beard.

“Thank you, sir.” said the young man. The two exited the western gate and heads into the jungles. They walk and walk for a long time, looking at the wildlife in the jungles near the base. They stop a mile from the base, the man with his back to the woman. Unknown to him, she was doing something.

She placed her sub-machine gun on a small flat rock next to a larger flat rock. Next, she undid her belt and placed that next to the sub-machine gun, with the hostler and all. She unbuttons her top and took it off, laying on top of the small rock. She then pulls off her tan colored shirt off, allowing her bare chest to be hit by the fresh air of the jungle. She sit down and start taking off her boots, followed by her socks. Then she undoes her pant’s button and slide her pant down, to reveal her pink panties.

“This jungle landscape is just beautiful.” said the man, unknown that a half naked woman was behind him.

“Oh…is that what you think, Shaun. Check out this view.” said the woman. Shaun turns around and gets an eyeful that he has seen a lot of times before.

“Umm…I’ll change my answer.” said Shaun. “Your body, Isabella, it beautifully then this jungle landscape.”

“Now, get over here.” said Isabella. Shaun did what he was told, like he would not do what a half naked lady said. Come on!

After about twenty minutes of…umm…you know, the two was resting on the large flat rock. “Should we go back?” asked Shaun.

“Yeah.” said Isabella. “But not right now, just hold me.” The two wrap their arms around their still naked bodies.

The middle of Day Five

The tree painting crews were deep into the jungles of the Dominion control lands of the island. Both the painters and the guardians were tried after two days off walking through the jungle. They had stopped an hour before the day became the night and set up a small camp.

On the western border, the man that could have just step out of the wild west was looking over the painters from a large rock. His wild west clothes were tan and brown. His face looked like he was twin of Wild Bill Hickok but he was not from Wild Bill’s bloodline. The man just paid a lot of money to make himself look like the famous gunfighter. Hell, he even took the name Bill as his first name.

Bill was never a soldier or a police officers, he was just young boy that loved everything about the wild west. He owns the largest collection of single-action revolvers in all of the Dominion, owning twenty more then the Count himself. Any revolver, shotgun or rifle made during the time of the wild west, Bill owns one or more of that type of firearm. Now only is he a lover of wild west firearms, he can handle those weapons like a gunfighter of the era.

At the same age that Wild Bill Hickok was murdered by Jack McCall, the modern Wild Bill watched over the seven men and smiles, knowing that his life was not over. And there were still many things to happen in it.

Early morning of Day Six

News from the Dominion has arrived at the base, word that more ships would arrive on the Dominion’s area of Kikko Island. And that DN The Bloody Death, the Dominion Nay’s flagship, a Hood heavily armored battleship, would be leading the civilian ships and the other Dominion Navy ships to Kikko Island. It will take all of Day Six to load the four supertankers, owned by Timber Wolf Inc, and prepare the escort fleet. And the report also said that the Count himself would be on the The Bloody Death.

Phoenixius Base, Day 4

The majority of the base had been completed, housing finished and guard towers up and running. Only the airfield needed completing, and the docks needed dredging to allow for larger draft ships to enter. All seemed to be going well, baring the storm that passed through a few days earlier, and after even that there had been nothing but good weather. Various competitions had been set up, including who could catch the largest fish, shoot the most creatures, and a wargame had been set up to keep the soldiers fit, and get the used to the terrain around their base.


Day 5, noon

A sharp crack filled the air, and a soldier fell down, only to crawl towards the base. Another soldier crept through the undergrowth, gun ready, scanning the area for more targets. A movement caught his eye and he froze, aiming with his rifle, waiting for the target to move again. Movement again in the same direction, and the soldier pulled the trigger, and the man fell. Creeping forward, he could see his objective: a tower, heavily guarded. That was no problem for him, the crack shot in the squad. As he raised his gun to target the enemy on the top of the guard tower an insistent beeping noise filled his ears, and he dropped to the ground.

"You are now dead. Please head back to the base for evaluation. Thank you."

Damn. He was so close as well. Oh well, he'd just have to wait for the next game to continue his chase of the target. As he entered the base he met the fellow soldiers he had shot, as well as others playing the same game. Glancing quickly around he noticed that there were a lot of the opposing team there as compared to his team. Excellent, the game might still be in the bag.

"So Jones, do you approve of these games?"

Jones leant back in his chair before replying, "Well, its gets the men's morale up, and they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves. My engineers seem to have a passion for this - they are all still in the game!"

"Indeed, they seem to have untapped resources. We look forward to them in the future."


Day 6, morning

"Commander, the UAV is ready. Shall be launch?"

"Yes. Lets get this opperation moving. Now our base is basically fully operational we might as well begin mapping the place. Get it to scan the entire island, and continue monitoring at regular intervals. And get the details added to the map."

In minutes, the UAV had been launched, and it began its patrol of the island, sweeping the ground with its various sensors, and sending its information back to the base.

Day 4
Morning

Clyde was sore all over, as were all the other soldiers that had been on the trek. The point was they now had at least a little understanding for the island. The Indomptable had passed out of range and would be back in two days for another three day period, untill then, they were on their own. right now, a team was being briefed for their excursion into the island on the ATV's, and Clyde was very happy he wasn't going with them. he had alot of catching up to do with his chair and a few shrew. Plus, the CO had granted soldiers permission to go swimming, at their own risk of course. But first he had a rather discomforting task to do. The CO was sitting uncomfortably in a chair next to Clyde, his bottom being severly bruised because he hadn't gotten off that ATV for nearly 24 hours. But the really unsettling part was that Clyde had an inflatable rubber seat cushion in his hands, you know, the ones with the whole in the middle people with bad backs sit on; and Clyde had been instructed to inflate it for the bruised CO. Clyde had of course argued the case, saying it was neither his duty nor his station (he was a sergant, still a piece of rail meat, but at least one who's expected to lead and command) to do this. But, this CO, being particularly immorale and corrupt, the conversation went something like this:
"Sir, with all due respect, I refuse to inflate this 'ere seat chushion."
"Son, i don't care if you 'refuse' to do it, I am giving you a direct order and you will obey it! Now stop jabbering and start blowing."
"Sir! This is highly out of lin-"
"It's out of line!" the CO shouted, "You're the one whos outta line, now start blowin' and don't stop 'till my ass is as comfy a cat on a sunny winder' sill!"
Seeing the rage build in the mans eyes, Clyde silently did as he was told, then ran off to scrub his mouth out with Poisen Ivy. Cylde would have liked to report the man, but he was the Commanding Officer on the island, so nothing could be done now. He would have to wait a couple of more days, at the end of the week (day 8, this'll work good) Brigadier General J. Birmingham was scheduled to visit the island to write a report on its progress to deliver to The Sultan. He would steal a few words with one of the aids and try to get the court martial wheels running. But untill then, he would have to watch out for the whole camp to make sure thw wayward Co didn't do anything to jepordize all their lives.

Noon

Clyde had soon put the incident and was now muching on some shrew (he didn't get caught this time). The base was running smoothly and the ATV's were on their way.
That morning, they had set out in two groups of two. One headed north-east, the other north-west. Both were aware of the bases they were approaching, and were quite clear on what might happen to them should they come too near a border or camp. The Apache accompanied them untill the ifrst river crossing, at which point the two groups split up and heahed their seperate ways. The Apache returned to the landing pad and resumed its stand-by status.
Meanwhile, on the Indispensible, the SEAL team was suiting up for another excursion onto the island, this time to get a feeling for the eastern side of the island. The Indispensible manuvered around the dominioite side, and positioned itself on the eastern-most point.

Evening/Dusk

As the sun marked Dusk's arrival by setting, a magnificent purple/red sky hung over the beach. Two small rubber refts were driven into the bank and seven SEALs jumped out and pulled them into the underbrush. Hiding them well, the team took what they needed and head north, away from the dominionites, they had already announced the extent of their lands, and their base was easily scouted by the Barracuda. These SEALs were here to scout the second base, find out who they were, and how much of the island they occupied.

Day 5
Noon

The team of SEALs was approaching the enemy base to the north, they could hear the occasional gunshot, but they didn't know why. they split into two groups and searched the area around the base, discreetly veiwing gun-emplacments and troop patrols from a distance. A couple of hours later, they had decided they could get in closer with a minimum chance of discovery, but none-the-less, laid low and waited for the Barracuda to come back into range, so they could get on last chack on the situation.

So far, no miraculous discoveries were made by the team on the ATV's.

Day 6

That morning, the DTS Indomptable came back into range, and by that afternoon the EADS Barraccuda was back in the air. It swept quickly over the island, scanning through the trees with the thermal imaging again. The base at the top of the mountain was overlooked again because heat sensors don't usually pick up buildings (unless they are heated). The sailor back on the ship also forgot to note the fact that the troop of gorillias had bulged to the edges of the mountain top (very unlike gorrilas to move like that). the readings of the northern base came in to verify the soldiers findings, and the all clear was given for them to continue onward.

The soldiers crept in, avoiding the patrols and staying out of sight. They hid in the closest cover to the camp, and viewed it using binoculars and sniper-scopes. The gunshot was discovered to come from a make-shift shooting range, and the soldiers got a good view of the flag. They took a photo and sent it back to the Indispensible. A few minute later, the results came back identifying the camp as the Phoenixius Empire (?). the soldiers mapped what they could of the buildings and waited for the cover of night before they would slip back to the shore to retrieve their rafts and drive back to the Indispensible.

DDN Prosperity - Day 4
Alert Level: 2
Status: Rogue

On the bridge of the DDN Prosperity, Ensign Carver and the captain of the ship were pouring over a series of intelligence reports and maps that had just come in from various sources back in the Dominion. The most recent maps showed the current positions of the different forces and were accompanied by a brief on their most recent actions.

"So far it appears that our boys haven't been detected," Ensign Carver reported as he scanned one of the reports. "A few attempts to search the island, including the mountaintop where they are hold up, have shown up nothing. They have done a good job disguising their presence."

"Yes... they better," the captain replied. It was a dual-meaning comment that prodded at both the fact that they were elite soldiers trained to remain undetected as well as the fact that discovery could become very hairy. "What worries me is if a couple of lone soldiers happen to 'stroll' up the mountain."

"Sir, with all due respect getting to the top of the mountain isn't that easy on foot and they certainly couldn't take a vehicle with them," Carver pointed out. "Even if they made it up, I have been told that the men have placed discreet and obvious warnings to turn around. Something as simple as a rock with the words 'turn around' painted on them to a few high tech toys."

"And what if they don't heed our warnings and continue up..."

Carver remained silent. It was painfully obvious that it would be a very difficult position to be in. The Nightstalkers were under current order to detain in secret anyone found wandering around the top of the mountain. If it is possible to knock them out without any knowledge of Crown Peaks then it might be possible to return them to the base of the mountain without incident and none the wiser... but that was a big if. If they stumbled onto the civilians or their work, they would have to be detained and removed from the battlefield through any means necessary...

"All we can do is wait and pray for the best," the captain said, ending the silence that had overtaken the bridge. They all knew that tensions could run high very quickly.

"Yes, sir." Carver continued reading the reports on the other factions on the island. "Uh, sir. It seems that a couple of the factions are ramping up their defenses and presence... possibly in anticipation of battle, permanent settlement or-"

"Or a high ranking official showing up for inspection." Again the bridge became silent. This most recent news was even worse for the present situation. Should something occur with the Nightstalkers and a foreign soldier, the nation on the receiving end might be very prone to launch an attack as they feared for the official's safety. There would be only two defenses against such a situation and neither of them was military power. Should something go down, the nation would not know if the soldier's disappearance was accidental or treacherous, and then they still wouldn't know who the responsible party was. Then, even if they found Crown Peaks, the Nightstalkers weren't officially soldiers of the Dominion and thus the Dominion could not be held responsible - they would deny everything.

The DDN Prosperity had also gone through a series of precautious measures. The name and call-sign had been removed from the ship as well as all of the aircraft onboard. The sailors' uniforms had been replaced with nondescript unofficial uniforms and were all instructed to deny any connection to the Dominion. The ship was considered to be Status: Rogue by the Dominion Navy and it was not responding to any communications. On top of that its outbound communications were being routed through a series of friendly nations and satellites and eventually, after many jumps, to the Dominion.

It was very apparent that they were alone... for better or worse...


Crown Peaks - Day 5, 6

Over the next couple of days the civilian crew continued to expand their operation while the Nightstalkers maintained their vigilant watch of the entrances to the mountaintop; so far, nothing. By the sixth day, the civilians had expanded a great amount across much of the mountaintop and to the perilous edges that made it so hard to climb.

Eventually, through a series of experiments, tests, and readings the civilians got a much better understanding of the terrain and resources than the satellite readouts could ever provide. They found out useful information such as depth of the minerals, abundance, type, purity, and ease of access. Drilling was to commence on the first three mines simultaneously at 0900 ZT on Day 6...

Mr. Thompson, the overseer of the civilian crew, was at Drill Site Alpha when it was to commence.

"Alright, seal it down," he ordered. A technician a few feet away typed in a series of commands and a hissing sound was heard. The drills had been put in place, but because of the intense noise they would create, alerting the enemies and keeping the civilians up all night (as they wanted to continue drilling twenty-four, seven), a hyper-sensitive soundproof room had been constructed around the drills for the duration of the process. They had thick padding and were sealed so that no sound could get out... for all the rest of the island knew, nothing at all was going on.

Western Shoreline, Day 1-2

The Troop had inserted sucessfully. After ensuring that the beach was secure, the sterilization crew painstakingly removed any trace of their presence on the beach. Parachutes were buried at the bases of tress, footprints were swept away. It wasn't all plain sailing though: this routine task had been interrupted by the crashes from a nearby storm. Sometimes, Fray swore that he could hear something coming from due south. He made a mental note to investigate it.

Fray separated his men into two patrols: One under his command; the other under Bentos, both heading towards common goals. They made difficult progress into the dense jungle, hampered by its twisting vines and shrieking wildlife. Every step was measured and carefully planned, ensuring that their presence on the island was as unnoticable as possible. There was no time for thinking, each sense was working fully to understand the terrain and envirronment, while monitoring for sounds of pursuants, of assailants...

Fray moved his formation patiently; moving for ten minutes, watching and listening for ten. His eye was next to useless for surveilance- the jungle was just far too overpowering.

After hours of careful movement, Fray signalled for his patrol to stop. After ensuring the area was secure, the construction of a laying up position began...

Phoenixius Base, Day 6, evening

The commander was enjoying a brief respite from the claustraphobic interior of the command center and was watching the soldiers complete their various evening duties, or enjoying a quick game or two of various activities. Even the engineers seemed to be getting used to the soldiers and were joining in. As he leant back against the building, he reminisced about how he got this assignment...

It was a cool day, a Saturday, and he was enjoying lovely day out with his wife. It seemed nothing could go wrong for him that day, as he frollicked in the sea with his pretty wife. They were planning on having a baby soon, and they wanted to enjoy themselves before the wonderful burden of parenthood fell on their shoulders. It was then, while they were laying back in the sun, enojying the view and each other's company when a low beating filled the air. As it got louder a black spot appeared over the horizon, heading straight for them. In a few minutes, he could recognise the aircraft as belonging to the Phoenixius military, and immediately realised that it was probably heading to pick him up or something. Mumbling something to his wife, he got up and waited for the helicopter. It soon arrived, and with a silent passing of notes, he was given his new orders. He was apparently to lead a batch of soldiers and engineers to a new island discovered off of the coast of Africa. However he had been given the rest of the weekend to sort out his things, and to get prepared for a long stay. When they got home, he promised his wife that whatever happened they would be together as soon as possible, whether that was back here at home, or on the new island.

His thoughts were pulled back to the present when a young man from inside came out and handed him a message. It was delivered in a relatively light code, that belied its importance. The message was short as was usual, but the implications were not: The High Councillor himself was flying out tomorrow, and they should prepare the base for his arrival. He was coming to view the preparations for this newest of landmasses, and to try and get more dimplomatic relations with their fellow nations on the island. This would spice up life around the base, as the High Chancellor was well know for being the heart of a party, even if he was the nations leader.


Preparations were soon underway for the High Chancellors arrival, with one of the housing units being modified for his stay. Many other things around base were being cleaned up for his arrival, and security was being beefed up.

4 A.M.- Day 3, South of the Island

As dawn was nearing and just a few hours away, it was now or never- slowly and methodically, the crew of the UES Texas prepared to embark their precious cargo.

While a normal Amphibious landing was loud, quick, and to the point. This one was designed to reduce it to a science of Quiet never before seen. Radio transmissions were non-existent, the stealth of the ship would reduce its ability to be detected for at least the time being and with the normal complement of LCAC’s being replaced for the quieter LCM's. This would ensure that the landing was not detected by its sound. While the landing would take longer then with the LCAC, the noise emission would be greatly reduced using the LCM’s..

On the Landing Deck, a single UH-1Y Huey prepared to depart for the Island, flying low and close to the ground, if she was pick up on Radar, it would appear as nothing more then ground clutter. Before the mission, all Helicopters had been coated with some RAM materials.

As the Battalion, loaded into their landing craft and headed for shore, the Single Huey took off toward the Island. Following the map of the Earth terrain radar, as the Huey was nearing the designted coordinates all it had to do was wait for the signal and once it had the signal, they would drop off the intended cargo and return to the Texan. They did not have to wait long, to complete their assignment.

The Squad, 5 A.M.

Hearing the Helicopter from a distance, it was about dam time they got here, Jack mused to himself. Reaching into his vest Jack, pulled out what appeared to be a simple flash light, yet was not. During the bright day, its beam could not be seen but, under current conditions and the darkness of night- its beam when viewed with Night Vision would make it stand out, though after a mile even with Night Vision its beam would appear as random background light. Jack sent out a few flashes and waited.

Watching the Huey from a short distance, Jack wasn't sure they got the message that is until he saw them push something of the now hovering chopter (http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/uh_1y/images/UH-1Yhuey_10.jpg). Upon dumping its cargo, the Huey turn around and preceded the way it came and maintaining the same level flight path.

Racing to the drop zone, Jack and his squad grab the equipment and in less then 2 minutes were back heading North-West towards their new objective. Even if someone had detected the helicopter, which was highly unlikely, the squad would be long gone from that area before anyone was the wiser.

Day 4, 10 A.M.

All had gone according to plan, a small outpost had been established along the southern shore of the Island. Still even better, their presence still had not been detected. Radio silence was still in effect. If a message needed to be sent it either went by signal light or runner. If a radio message was needed, only a 3-4 second burst was permitted. While someone might detect the burst of signal they would not be able to determine its location from which it originated. Their job right now was to lay low and wait for the Squad as it was called, to compete their mission. To further reduce its detection, the outpost had been built among the trees and camouflage nets placed over the tents, gun emplacements, and any other items that might stick out. Whether with a flyover or a satellite, all anyone would see would be trees.

Day 4: 10 A.M. (The Squad)

After a full days march with small rest stops along the way, Jack and his squad had made it to a isolated part of the Western Mountain, from here they could observed almost the entire Island. Perfect to determine if anyone else was here they didn't know about. Hiding amongst the Rocks and shrubs- Taking Pictures of the entire area to transmit to their buddies to their south. After spending a few hours checking out their area, they spotted their first target and headed in that direction.

They wouldn't know what hit them.

Day 4: 6 P.M. (The Squad)

With their primary objective completed, Jack lead his squad mates towards their secondary objective- this task was to be the most difficult part of their mission, success could mean the difference between life and death. Still their objective was a few days march from here and their was no point in worrying about it now. That would come later right now, all Jack knew was that he wanted some sleep, his body screamed for it as well of those of his comrades. By 6, they had made it to the base of the mountain, in one day they had climbed and descend a huge peak. Boy were they exhausted and they felt it down to their very core.

Checking their position on their map, Jack made sure he found his squad some nice cover, it was his job to keep them safe no matter what and if that meant he was deprived of a few more hours or minutes of sleep so be it. After scanning the area, Jack grab out his small sleeping kit and curled up into it. He always did love camping, he just hated the heat- it was much hotter down here at the base of the mountain in the jungle then it had been up in the mountains. He already missed it and it even hadn't been that long. Boy would he be glad when he got off this God Forsaken Island, those were his last thoughts before the Dream World over took his Real World.

Day 5: 7 A.M. [The Squad]

With a glint of sunlight in his eyes, Jack awoke to the morning sounds of nature and Dammit to hell were his first words this morning in what most people would find to be a relaxing and peaceful settling. But, oh now not Jack- he preferred the bitter cold. This place was hell and it sure felt like it. Who in their right mind would want to live in 90*F weather when their’s 60*F below weather. Right now, that’s where Jack wished he was, back home in the Rocky Mountains. His Dream had taken him there, now Jack wished if only that would of been real, I would be out of this hell-hole.

Gathering their equipment, the Squad made their way towards their new primary objective- the River. From here they could follow this winding river all the way to their target. "An ugly river if I ever saw one", Sgt. Siler mumbled to one of his squad mates, at that the entire squad burst into laughter. Jack was glad to hear his squad’s sense of humor, it was refreshing for a change. While it would be a days march along the river towards their target. They were in no hurry, they had all the time in the world. When you rush that’s when accidents happen and being in unknown territory was not the time to have an accident. An accident could mean the difference between life or death out here.

11 A.M.

With the sun now fully arise, on the deck of the Texas, two S-70 Seahawks were being prepared for a photo reconnaissance mission. They were to fly over the Island and using their high speed cameras snap a lot of photos. A radio operated was also assigned to monitor any radio transmissions however faint, they were to be recorded for review later. With everything completed the two helicopters took off to reconnaissance the Island. If, anyone was hiding out their that they couldn't see on the Satellites, this Photo Racon would in all likelihood find them. They were to cover the whole Island. As such each helicopter was carrying multiple roles of film and assigned to different flight paths.
If all went according to plan, both birds would be back within the hour complete with a full picture of this Island. Now only would they get a better lay out of the Island, but who knows they might catch someone or something napping.

OCC: Heres the map, I didn't place where my Squad was, well because no one knows their there- so OCC you won't know where they are. As per your request Trans I added where the small outpost was built. But, remember they taking every precaution to make sure they remain undetected. That includes limiting the number of boots on the ground. I also added where I think the meeting is going to take place. So, we see if I guess right. Without futher ado heres the map. http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/2183/3f0116f3le2.png

The maroon medium size circle is where the outpost is and the small maroon square is where I think the meeting is going to take place in all likely.

Early morning day seven

A nice sunrise for a good day, well that is what everybody hoped for through the small fleet. The Bloody Death was the lead ship. Followed by the four supertankers, which were loaded with everything you could think of. A bunch of people got together on day two and made a list. That list had everything that the would need, logging equipment, road making equipment and etc, and anything that could be need, oil drilling equipment and etc. They were prepared for anything and everything.

Back to the fleet…one the outer edge of the super tankers, two CVN-68 Nimitz-class aircraft carrier were moving along. They were the DN Sóti Axe, the DN Raiden, the DN The Pain and the DN The Sorrow. Unknown to the surface world, Harius class submarines laid under the water. Four in a curved line on each side of the Nimitz-class aircraft carriers.

On the bridge of The Bloody Death, everything on the bridge looked the same. The bridge crew wearing Dominion Navy Uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DominionNavyUniform.jpg) with many different ranks. About three men did not fit in with the rest of the bridge.

One was in a dark blue with gold trim version of Dominion Navy Uniform with matching dark blue hooded cape over it. The man’s face was hidden from the harmful rays of the sun. This man was a member of the House of Wolf, which one will not be know as of now.

Another man (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/RudolphFalke.jpg), standing near he door that leads to the holds of the ship, in what you would call a brown military looking uniform. This black hair man was General Rudolph Falke, one of the Wolf General of the Black Wolves, the leader of the Beta Division.

The last man was a strange looking man, what the hell does he think he is a wild west gunfighter. It the modern age, get some new clothes O’ great one. But I don’t think anybody will tell him that or they will face a side of this man that nobody will like. The Count standing in normal boring black pants, dark blue shirt, those boring black motorcycle boots, and that damn black cowboy hat.

The small Dominion fleet head towards the island…

Crown Peaks - Day 7

Either on Day Seven or Day Eight there was to be a unscheduled airlift of supplies and munitions to Crown Peaks, but due to ever changing circumstances, the trip had been cancelled. With recent intelligence pointing to an increase in military forces in the likelihood that high ranking officials were arriving to the island from numerous nations, the captain of the DDN [Rogue] Prosperity had called off the flight at the last moment. They were not going to risk being detected by the increased awareness and protection the others that were no doubt ramping up in preparation of the arrivals. Thus the airlift was cancelled - to be rescheduled at a later date after the situation had changed (in the event of detection) or the decrease in foreign securities.


Day Seven was like any other for the crew of Crown Peaks. The Nightstalkers maintained secret movements and locations, having not been seen by the civilians for numerous days. Drilling continued and moved from one mining spot to another at a normal rate depending on the depth that needed to be drilled in order to get access to the deposits. It was becoming fairly mundane and boring work for the crew of civilians who didn't even know how long they would be on the island; this was totally off the books and so no definite mission statement had been given nor any leave time for the civilians. They would be there until relief came or the mission was cancelled... either that or death.


DDN [Rogue] Prosperity - Day 7

"There is talk that their leader is here," one of the bridge attendants said to another; the communications officer who had nearly nothing to do as they were not transmitting or receiving actively.

"Really? Now?"

"That's what I've heard on the chatter. No saying whether it is true or not."

"Doesn't really seem like the best place to go... who knows if a war would erupt the moment someone found out he was here. Ya know, knock out the head while he is at his least protection... huge blow to the nation."

"Well, let's hope not or else we might get caught up in the middle."

"Just sayin'...."

Phoenixius Base, Day 7

It was going to be a glorious day, the dawn broke over crystal clear waters, and fish were drawn by their curiosity to the chunks of bait hanging in the water, not even moving to escape. Various amateur fishers among the soldiers were having a great time, netting huge catches as the curious fish who had never seen bait before, were streaming for this new food supply. Sharks and other canivirous creatures soon gathered to enjoy the banquet layed out for them. In other parts of the base, soldiers began to get up and begin the shift rotations for the day, fresh soldiers going to their posts and begin their watch while tired soldiers crept back to their camp beds and fell asleep immediately.

The commander of the base was camped up in the command center, trying to find the exact time the High Councillor would be arriving. The nearest he could get was 'sometime in the afternoon, today' which wasn't that much of a help. However he began trying to do his best, arranging accomodation, and transport for him, which also trying to get the head engineer, Jones, to get a move on and try to finish some of the projects ready for the arrival.

"Blimey, don't want much do ya commander? We'll have the docks finished, and probably get some more of the ground paved over, but the airstrip is far from being operational. He'll have to come in by helicopter or boat if he's coming at all."

"Yes, I see what you mean and all. Well, all this and information that the Dominion has sent a naval force this way, had made be a bit apprehensive, so don't mind me."

The rest of the day passed with little incident, and afternoon approached slowly. By 4pm, a message was sent saying that the High Councillor had arrived, and would soon be on his way by helicopter to the base. This sent the base into a flurry of last minute cleanups, and the base looked decent by the time the High Chancellor arrived.

The helicopter began as a dot on the horizon, before materialising into a helicopter, before slowing for a landing on the landing pads. Once the helicopter had landed, the commander and Jones went up to the door, along with an honour guard, and opened the door for the High Councillor, who stepped out and looked around at the array of soldiers and engineers.

"Afternoon gentlemen, at ease. I must say you've done a lot with this place in a week. Almost rival God, hey?" He nudged the commander and winked, and eveyone laughed. Everyone else moved back to their duties, which the commander, Jones and the High Chancellor went to the commander center.

Day 5 evening

With the Photo Recon completed, all that was left was to shift through the information gathered. A long dull job if their ever was one.

Meanwhile, the Squad was nearing their new primary objective- the river they had followed for the past day had led it right to them. Now all the squad would have to do is wait for the right moment to strike.

OCC: I put up a map tomorrow with where the Squad is and the flight path of the chopters. I don't know if your all are aware but I flew over your bases during that recon. They were assigned to recon the entire Island. Also, I'm going to add day 6 to this post.

{Kikko Island, Day 2}

|Omikron Squad|

Kakashi and his platoon continued to push threw the mud and water of the island's interior. He had already tried to get intouch with Beta Squad--to no avail, and their vital signs all read negative on the Rear Guard's Intranet. Regardless, his orders were to advance as far as he could to gain as much land as he could for the Republic. Though in this terrain, he and his men could not have been better equipt. They walked around in bulky, yet surprisingly light weight, metallic armor painted to match the terrain. Their suits and helmets (which encased their entire head) shielded them from the elements, while providing them a vast array of technology to use. The suits were in fact the only reason they had survived last night. Many of them, if armored with convential equipment and gear, would have left them wet and tired, though with these suits one it felt as if they were in a very crampt house back in the Republic.

Kakashi sighed, and continued. His objective was infact the mountains that lay to his southwest. He pulled up a map of the entire island--gathered by an array of civilian and military satelliates and then downloaded into the Rear Guard Intranet (RGI), for his and his squad's personal useage. They were at least another two day march from the mountain. Though he was determined to reach the objective in a timely fashion.

|Trinity Outpost|

As the various Rear Guardsmen Platoons rushed out into the wilderness to forge for the Republic yet another colony. The Tenth Fleet sent in supplies, combined with other materials picked up during its meeting with the Eighth Fleet. The next men on the beaches were in fact Engineers--tasked with establishing an outpost, and they went about their work quickly. Trees were cut down first and foremost--following by the establishment of a Command Center.

Of coarse once the hub of the outpost was established, the Engineers went about the task of establishing a defensive ring. They were clever as they, instead of cutting down trees and making the defenses more easy to find, target, and destroy. They intertwined the forest around the hub, or Command Center, using a combination of thick wood and steel reinforcements. Several machine-gun nests took form, along with sniper positions and general defenses. As the day drew to an end, the Engineers set up their own tents and decided to call it quits for the day--tomorrow the annoying task of establishing a technologically advanced comamnd center would occur.

[OOC: Fixed mistakes on storm, ect, ect.]

Day 7

The SEAL team made it back to the Indoptable with no trouble. The Stationary returned with supplies that morning, where it found a prestine camp. The houses and huts were swept, tidied, and inspection-ready, the lake front and beach swept clear of debris, the flag flown high and proud. The whole camp was assembled in the center while the CO went around and inspected their bunks, the wash houses, and other facilities. They were all dressed in full uniform, cleaned, and shaved. In a few minutes they expected the arrival of Brigadier General J. Birmingham and his staff. Clyde stiffened as the CO stalked past him. "He would get what was coming to him," Clyde thought.

At approximatly 9:50, the Generals craft was picked up on radar. As the dot flew closer, last minute preparations were made, boots dusted, collars smoothed, hats straightened. Everyone except the gaurds at the M-60's were assembled near the make-shift landing pad. The generals V-22 Osprey (http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/V22_osprey/) slowed to a stop and rotated its turbo-props to land. It desended onto the landing pad, and opened its cargo doors. The General un-buckled and stepped out, his three staff members got up after him. Some soldiers ran in and rolled out a SHADOW RST-V (http://www.army-technology.com/projects/shadow/) that had been in the back of the hold. He looked around and said "Nice place you got here." before turning into one of the cinderblock houses with the CO and his staff.

As soon as the door closed the camp exploded back into activity. Most people took off their uniforms and got back into battle fatigues. They went around their eagular duties and relaxing when they had nothing to do. The camp was settling into its life and the daily monotomy of camp life took over.

Crown Peaks - Day 8
The Finale

By the first day of the second week Crown Peaks was fully operational and secure. Its border had been expanded to almost the entirety of the mountaintop and the clandestine operation went ahead in full. For now, loads of goods would have to be airlifted to a supply ship or driven down a dangerous path to get to the shoreline, but there was a project currently underway that would create a tunnel from the mountaintop to the shore so that all goods could be transported underground, away from danger and prying eyes, and onto a ship in full secrecy.

The Colony of Crown Peaks on Kikko Island had been established.