Trivalvia
05-09-2006, 04:11
(OOC: This is a simple practice RP designed to do two things:
1 - gain some RP battle experience and
2 - entertain.
The RP is closed in that I'm not asking for international intervention, but observations from other nations are welcome, as well as any OOC advice or corrections :cool: )
ahem...
1. The Bridge.
September 6, 2006
Toll Officer Ryan Evarson waved as a family drove past, no doubt returning to Bivalviaton after vacationing on North Bivalve Island. North Bivalve Island and Bivalve Island itself were seperated by a channel only a hundred meters across, and the bridge Evarson helped oversee was the sole land link between the two islands.
Evarson returned to reading his paper. Segregationists Stage Protests; tensions mark one year anniversary of amalgamation said the headline. Evarson shook his head. There always had to be a few kooks who wanted to spoil a good thing.
Last year, the two nations of Bivalvia and Trivalvia had voted on and ratified the Amagamation Act; merging both nations into one. It had made sense, for generations the two countries had been on the best of terms with each other, with commerce and infrastructure becoming so intertwined that it was hard to see where one nation ended and the other began. Amalgamation was an inevitability, Evarson believed, as did most Bivalvians. And it had brought increased prosperity.
Evarson looked back at the bridge. A vehicle was parked halfway across the bridge. He put down the paper and picked up a set of binoculars. It was a semi, parked in such a way it blocked both lanes. He sighed and punched up the North Toll Booth.
"North Booth, this is South; I got a semi blocking traffic here, do you see it?"
Silence from the radio. Evarson frowned and tried again. "South Booth to North Booth, you guys awake up there?"
Still nothing.
Evarson punched a button, and the "Bridge Closed" sign lit up, with accompanying red lights in case some drivers didn't see the sign. He then radioed his situation to HQ, and got into his patrol jeep.
When he reached the Semi, Evarson noticed something new; the doors to the truck were open. He parked the jeep next to the truck and got out, one hand on his holstered revolver. "Okay, fellow, you picked a poor time to take a nap..."
He stopped when he saw the driver slumped over the steering wheel, not breathing. Blood trickled from a bullet hole in the driver's right temple.
And near the driver's body, on the passenger side, was a digital readout with wires going out the back window. Suddenly chilled, Evarson noted that the wires ended in a hole drilled into the front of the trailer. He looked back at the readout: 35 seconds.
"CRAP!" Evarson ran back to his jeep and drove back to his post, gunning the motor for all it was worth.
He had almost reached the toll booth when the semi exploded. The sudden blast slammed into the jeep, causing him to lose control. He slammed into the booth itself, saved from a trip through the windshield by his seatbelt.
Bits of metal and asphalt rained down around him. Coughing, Evarson looked back at where the semi had been...
To see the bridge sundered; a vast hole seperating both lanes. In one stroke, North Bivalve Island was severed from the rest of Trivalvia.
1 - gain some RP battle experience and
2 - entertain.
The RP is closed in that I'm not asking for international intervention, but observations from other nations are welcome, as well as any OOC advice or corrections :cool: )
ahem...
1. The Bridge.
September 6, 2006
Toll Officer Ryan Evarson waved as a family drove past, no doubt returning to Bivalviaton after vacationing on North Bivalve Island. North Bivalve Island and Bivalve Island itself were seperated by a channel only a hundred meters across, and the bridge Evarson helped oversee was the sole land link between the two islands.
Evarson returned to reading his paper. Segregationists Stage Protests; tensions mark one year anniversary of amalgamation said the headline. Evarson shook his head. There always had to be a few kooks who wanted to spoil a good thing.
Last year, the two nations of Bivalvia and Trivalvia had voted on and ratified the Amagamation Act; merging both nations into one. It had made sense, for generations the two countries had been on the best of terms with each other, with commerce and infrastructure becoming so intertwined that it was hard to see where one nation ended and the other began. Amalgamation was an inevitability, Evarson believed, as did most Bivalvians. And it had brought increased prosperity.
Evarson looked back at the bridge. A vehicle was parked halfway across the bridge. He put down the paper and picked up a set of binoculars. It was a semi, parked in such a way it blocked both lanes. He sighed and punched up the North Toll Booth.
"North Booth, this is South; I got a semi blocking traffic here, do you see it?"
Silence from the radio. Evarson frowned and tried again. "South Booth to North Booth, you guys awake up there?"
Still nothing.
Evarson punched a button, and the "Bridge Closed" sign lit up, with accompanying red lights in case some drivers didn't see the sign. He then radioed his situation to HQ, and got into his patrol jeep.
When he reached the Semi, Evarson noticed something new; the doors to the truck were open. He parked the jeep next to the truck and got out, one hand on his holstered revolver. "Okay, fellow, you picked a poor time to take a nap..."
He stopped when he saw the driver slumped over the steering wheel, not breathing. Blood trickled from a bullet hole in the driver's right temple.
And near the driver's body, on the passenger side, was a digital readout with wires going out the back window. Suddenly chilled, Evarson noted that the wires ended in a hole drilled into the front of the trailer. He looked back at the readout: 35 seconds.
"CRAP!" Evarson ran back to his jeep and drove back to his post, gunning the motor for all it was worth.
He had almost reached the toll booth when the semi exploded. The sudden blast slammed into the jeep, causing him to lose control. He slammed into the booth itself, saved from a trip through the windshield by his seatbelt.
Bits of metal and asphalt rained down around him. Coughing, Evarson looked back at where the semi had been...
To see the bridge sundered; a vast hole seperating both lanes. In one stroke, North Bivalve Island was severed from the rest of Trivalvia.