NationStates Jolt Archive

The pool of green water sat warm and reflective, basking in the golden rays of the afternoon sun. Around the lake, the high oak of the forest that covered the tiny island; the soft noise of the waterfall not too far off mixing with the sounds of the forest, the birds and other creatures that made home within the refuge. Emerging from the water, sending ripples spreading all the way towards the point where the pool turned back into a stream and coursed down the incline of the mountain towards the north pacific ocean, a boy swam to the shore and ran over the rocky surface after his friends, giggling away.

The small village, Oak River, named after the flow surrounded by trees that sat near, was a smaller version of the capitol, the walled town that sat high up, almost at the summet of the small mountain that made the island. Small houses of wood, grey smoke rising out of the rock chimneys that rose from the roofs. A perfect country scenery. The people, a rather conservative and moralistic people, went about their business, while the priests, on their daily promenade from the small church that sat on the hill overlooking the village went about conversing with the crowd. A few armed guards patrolling, rifles shouldered and smiles on their faces as they joked amongst themselves.

That was the scene, and it was most likely the same in the other two villages that were situated on the island, all built as small hamlets, just a glimpse of the humility, moderation and dignity of the capitol, Aea, where the current King administered his domain with benevolence and care, and where the military officials sat around playing chess, discussing philosophy and learning tactics of old from history books, just incase someone would ever think of coming to the tiny out of the way island with hostile intent...

OOC:
Who is this closed to?

“Captain Mikael, there is an island of a fair size that does not appear to be on any of our charts on the horizon. Orders?”
“Send a message to Central, and take us in. Who knows we might get lucky and find one rich in minerals or other wealth. If we’re lucky, we might get a bonus on our next pay check.”
Those crewmembers within hearing range cheered as the ship altered course and headed to the island.

The vessel dropped anchor a half-kilometer out, to avoid reefing themselves. A smaller craft, carrying a team of sailors and marines as well as the commander, a gruff, dark haired fellow, with an intimidating scowl and cold blue eyes, disembarked and motored to shore.

“Spread out and see if you can spot any traces of occupancy or if it’s a uninhabited island.” Commander Osto barked as he stood on the beach and looked over the tree line.

ooc: Not to be too snide, but it's closed to those it's not open to.
All subsequent posts will be by Theao

"What do you reckon that be?" questioned the scruffy looking sailor as the fishing boat came out of the nearby bay and enabled them a glimpse of the offshore vessel.

"I dunno," came the un-interested reply, "But if it ain't fish then I don't really give a damn. Help me with this net will ya, John?"

"Sure, Mike, but all the same I think we oughta radio in to the port authorities, tell 'em about them suspicious lookin' fellas over yonder on the shore."

"Just help me get these salmon into the hold and then you can go play detective."

"Commander, it appears that a fishing vessel is out there which would imply this island is inhabitated or at least used as a tie-up."
"Then radio the captain and tell him. You," He gestured to include a selection of marines and sailors, "Go see if you can find the dock. If you find anyone first, detain them and bring them back. If they resist feel free to use force."

With that the ordered force set out into to find the dock or a person, whichever came first.

A ball rolled into the shrubbery near the edge of the forest, followed by two boys who rolled over each other fighting, the current dispute about whether it was a fair play or not forgotten in the frenzy. Then, silence. The two boys rolled over, peered at the strangers who were creeping towards the small village of Crystal Shore, a tiny fishing village on the west side of the island. Frightened, they picked themselves up and ran off screaming, attracting the attention of the two nearest patrolling guards who looked up from their conversation to see the scared youth.

Coming into view, the strange soldiers emerged from the shaded woods, the sun lighting them up as they did. Moving their rifles from their shoulders into a casual grip at their waists, the guards moved towards the newcomers.

"Err...Goodday?"

"So, who's in charge here?" Sargent Johnson asked as the marines of the group unslung thier rifles while the sailors hands drifted closer to the semi-auto pistols they'd been issued upon being assigned to the landing party.

The island being occupied changed the equation slightly, but was consequential only if there was nothing of worth on it or nearby, or command didn't decide the island held any importance.

The guards looked uneasily at each other as they noticed the strangers reaching for their armaments. But, they kept their cool and hoped for the best. "Um, that would be Governor Charles. He's over at the Town Hall. If you'd like, we could escort you to him."

"Good, take us to him." Sargent Johnson replied as he pulled out a small grey box about the size of an old-style cell-phone, pressed a button and rattled off a series of appearent gibberish before motioning the guards to lead the way.

Meanwhile Commander Osto relayed the message to the ship, and from there, and with the addition of information from each stage, it was sent to Command, and prompted the sending of an evaluation team and a company of soldiers on the chance the E.T. found something of worth.