NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: this a travel RP, a Chruch group from my nation is doing service projects for developing nations. You are welcome to be apart of my large group, and be in the reciving end or both even, or if you simply just want to be media well be my guest Surley more of you are looking for a decent RP that isn't an all out war)

"Okay settle down settle down!" Cried the Pastor to the many teenagers in the room.

"Okay, I am pleased to say we'll be leaving tomorrow firsthing by sea."

"Oh dear I get sea sick." A girl cried out.

"Now let's remeber our mission and our purpose. Behave your selves, and be careful stay with your groups at all times. Go home get some rest."


Cousins Molly and her cousin Hannah were lying together in bed sleepless and excited.

"This is amazing, we get to travel like this." Hannah said

"I know, It will be amazing."

"I wonder what kind of people we'll meet, you think they'll be freindly and open to our messages?"

"Maybe. But we'll do all right. It's the rough seas I'm more worried about."



The next day it was sunny and bright. Everyone stood anxiously in port ready to leave.

SIC:
Executive Order 19753
Three Trafalgar-class submarines are to shadow this religious group's naval travels.

The ship moved through stormy seas on its way to a tiny island that could use help. Inside both Molly and Hannah were curled up in a large blanket trying to keep their minds off the storm and on something else. But the constant crashes of thunder made it hard. Many of the children were frightend it didn't matter if you were native Kuronan or modern, any storm at sea was scary.

"How much longer till we reach the island?" Hannah asked

"I think another day, or at least that's what I heard. It could be longer because of the storm."

Sometime later the storm had cleared. Now everyone was doing their duties around the ship. Molly was apart of the deck scrubbing. She leaned against the mop and took a deep breath. Her eye's turned to land ahead. "Hey land!"

Everyone else ran to see. "Oh finally."

OOC: I have someone I can send. He's a soldier from my nation who is on official leave. Essentially motivated by a guilty conscience. Can he fit in? Also, your welcome to take port in Siap, although we don't need your help.

(OOC: sure, he could probably join up when I do decide to dock up in your nation)

OOC: He's not a teenager, but he could be taking kids with him. He used funds he earned as a soldier of fortune to build an orphanage.

yeah I didn't assume he was, but yeah it's fine.

The band of travlers were welcomed by the natives. Especially the help, after being ravaged by a hurricane the boys and girls alike were able to rebuild many huts.

Molly was working by her self, some of the boys and girls went off to get other supplies.

"You Molly? Me Layla." A young native girl who looked to be Molly's age.

"Yes. Nice to meet you Layla, how did you know?"

"Freinds told me. We as villagers are giving gifts for outsider's help. It not much but around here it's a show of great grattitude."

Layla gave Molly a necklace of seashells and pearls.

"Thank you." Molly said greatfully.

"You spend night in Layla's hut yes?"

"Sure. If you don't mind tonight, I would like to share something with you."

"Okay, Layla likes to hear about things away from island. You tell me tonight yes?"

"Yes." Molly said

Layla looked to the sky. "Storm coming. Layla help you with finishing. This is where I stay."

"Sure."

The two girls worked tiresley on the hut once it was all fixed up both girls went inside. Both had a bath in a small wood tub and relaxed by the fire.

"You wanted to share something with Layla yes?"

"Well I'm wondering where's your ma and pa?"

"Layla have no mother or father. Layla orphan, must survive by her self. Village cheif only help when we are very small. But Layla woman."

"But you can't be older than me. I'm only 14."

"The twelth age. That is when we are called man and woman."

"Wow."

"Now share with me."

"Oh right, well we sail the seas to not only help thoes in need, but spread the word of God."

"Oh Layla named from Sun Goddess."

"No no. There's only one God, his name is Jesus Christ."


Molly pulled out her Bible and shared several chapters from the old and new testimate, she told how God sacraficed himself for the world, pretty much the words of Christianity.

"Layla understand. Only one God, it makes sense it all makes sense."

"See I told you. Just know God loves you and wants you in Heaven with him."

"Layla will do her best. Please tell more?"

"Well I think I've told you all I can. Here I'll leave you this."

"Oh but Layla can't read to well? Village cheif can, and know others that can!"

"Then you just get someone to help you."

"Will you read me a little?"

"Well, i'll read you the 10 commandments."

And Molly did so. The next day was sunny and bright. The whole Tiny island had heard their words. If they belived it or not, it was up to them.

Layla gave Molly a hug. "Sign of grattitude and freindship on this island. You becareful, I pray for you for you."

Molly hugged her back. And just like that they were gone from the island. Molly shed a few tears, meeting a good freind and losing so quickly.

"Don't look so down Molly, you did good." Hannah said.

"Yeah. I really liked here though. She was a good freind."

"We'll make plenty of others. Providing we survive this trip." Hannah joked

And they went back to their cabin

Corporate Order 1901412

The three submarines are to open fire on the religious naval vessels the next moment they set sail.

OOC: Assuming previous post is not ignored...

IC: Aircraft has been sent to recover missionaries. Should the missionaries not wish to abandon their ships, their ships may fly Siapian flags and will be met with a naval escort in international waters and shall be escorted to Siapian Naval ports.

OOC: If the previous post is ignored, then I will delete this. I would like to use this to help develop one of my characters further.

K.S.S. Sea Hawk Fleet Long Range Patrol Fleet


"Admiral, we have a set of signals in the vacinity, one surfaced the other clearly submerged likely sub activity."

"What? There's no one out here, we should be the only ones down here. Boats I can understand, but subs. Something's fishy, trail them both."

"Yes sir."

The ship took to the waters again. The sea was fine enough for everyone to gather for meals in the large mess. However the boat being w/o any form of stabalizations made the ship list often. Molly struggled with a tray of food to the tabble. "Whew. Made it."


"Molly."

"What it aint easy to walk with a tray of food on a rocking ship."

"Imagin trying that during a storm."

"Thank goodness it's not."

HMS Trafalgar
Royale Group SSN
Following Missionary Fleet

"Captain, they've pushed off to sea."
"You know what this means. Fire torpedoes!"

A communique was sent to the religious vessels:

We have reason to believe that your mission has attracted the attention of extreme governments and other military regimes. We feel that your mission is admirable, and that there need to be more people like yourselves. We are sending an escort that will see you safely to our waters where you may dock for as long as you please.

~Marshall Heathre
Siapian Naval Intelligence


ATTN: International Community
RE: Missionaries moored at following coordinates....

Any hostile act against these missionaries shall be considered a hostile act against The Community. STAND DOWN ALL ARMS

"Two Torpedo's are in the water sir."

"It could be an excercise."

"Sir word just came in, that's a civilan vessel!"

"Counter that strike, fire the torpedos!"

"Two torpedos away."

"I'm not taking any chances, fire two more."

"Two more away."

"Try to get me in touch with that sub."

"Right away sir."

Two torpedoes hit one of the three submarines, destroying it by ripping open a huge hole in the hull.

The other two submarines fired all of their torpedoes at the missionaries and fled.

A communique was sent to the religious vessels:

We have reason to believe that your mission has attracted the attention of extreme governments and other military regimes. We feel that your mission is admirable, and that there need to be more people like yourselves. We are sending an escort that will see you safely to our waters where you may dock for as long as you please.

~Marshall Heathre
Siapian Naval Intelligence


"What's this?" The captian asked to him self. "Oh dear." he was nervous but he didnt' want to cause a stirr amongs the children, he just had to wait till the help arrived.

He turned a sharp left, detering from the course but he was going to need to just in case.

OOC: Er...did I get ignored?

"Direct hit on one sir! More shot have been fired."

"Fire off the rest to counter the torpedos, and follow that sub full speed."

"Right away sir."

More torpedos were fired off from the fleet of Kanami subs and blew the remaning torpedos out.

The sub began it's turn to follow the sub.

"Sir! Half of our torpedoes were destroyed before impact! One submarine, closing fast!"

"Fuck! Descend to 7-8-0 feet, stat!"

no you haven't been ignored, we just don't know of your presence or your shooting. My vessel is limited in technology.

"He's going all over the place."

"Fire a warning shot, keep on them."

The subs fired a warning shot.

The torpedo soared over the submarine, missing it completely.

"Captain, approaching 7-8-0 feet."

"Increase speed, signal the Ministry for Defence. Tell them to bloody help us forthwith."

Long Patrol Group 41 was en route to the plotted course. It consisted of five Community-class P-T-M boats, as well as over twenty Parabellum class fast attack boats. apprached the missionary ships. One of the small boats (Slightly larger than a speed boat) cruised up to the missionary ships. The man was standing on the bow, holding a pocket mirror in the sun to create a beacon-effect. He knew of the children aboard and did not have his weapon in sight. As the he approached the missionary boat, he shouted into a megaphone, "Community Naval Intelligence Long Patrol Group 41. We have been sent to insure safe passage to The Community. Do I have your permission to board the craft?"

Ministry for Defence
Royale Group Corporate Headquarters
Kensington

HMS Trafalgar, reporting STOP Being pursued by enemy submarines STOP Request aid END

The Chief Security Officer read the transmission and thought it over for a moment.

"I want eight submarines to move in, and surround our submarines," she ordered.

Comms Deck, P-T-M 41

"Sir, we've detected outgoing signal from enemy submarine. Forward to SIN (Siapian Intelligence Network) for decoding?"

"Just a waste of time and tax dollars. Only one thing they want. Reinforcements."

The captain screamed, "Prepare submarine detection mechanisms! I want sonar buoys in the water, and keep a sharp eye out for aircraft! And get our flags up on those civvie boats!"

Esmund

"Damnit! I can't believe this became so political!" Speaker Alex Connor said kicking his chair over in a rare moment of revealed anger. Get me some ID on those other ships in the region, and put me on the wire with whomever they're taking orders from! I want the world to know that those missionaries will be regarded as Siapian nationals and any harm to them will result in a similar response as a direct hostile attack!"

To: USO #4457894231 By order of the Armed Forces of the Republic of Kanami you are to immediatley surrender or face serious repercussions

If necisary, Third Parties freindlies are standing by to aid

Long Patrol Group 41 was en route to the plotted course. It consisted of five Community-class P-T-M boats, as well as over twenty Parabellum class fast attack boats. apprached the missionary ships. One of the small boats (Slightly larger than a speed boat) cruised up to the missionary ships. The man was standing on the bow, holding a pocket mirror in the sun to create a beacon-effect. He knew of the children aboard and did not have his weapon in sight. As the he approached the missionary boat, he shouted into a megaphone, "Community Naval Intelligence Long Patrol Group 41. We have been sent to insure safe passage to The Community. Do I have your permission to board the craft?"

Sevearl threw down a rope latter for him to climb up.

"Sir, they're ordering us to surrender!"
"Never!"

The Royale submarines continued to speed along, making a wide loop, firing torpedoes at all pursuing vessels.

OOC: Kurona, are you going to RP my torpedoes?

"Nothing, more fire."


"We need to conserve, shoot off some depth charages, and decoy targets. Fire a second warning shot."

"Fire!"


This is your last warning, surface your sub and surrender now.

(hmm, I'm not sure. Naturally I can't accept my vessel be sunk seeing as that will end this Roleplay, I could post a miss, but again we have no knowledge of your torpedoing, other than the fact you are targeting us)

"Torpedoes in the water!"

The Kanami torpedoes raced, destroying the second submarine.

The following rang out throughout the last submarine:

All personnel onboard the HMS Tireless:

Condition SD90210 is now in effect. C4 plastique is to be activated in the proper locations. All computer banks are to be wiped, all records wiped, all traces of our affiliations gone.

A few minutes later, an explosion shook the seas.

(hmm, I'm not sure. Naturally I can't accept my vessel be sunk seeing as that will end this Roleplay, I could post a miss, but again we have no knowledge of your torpedoing, other than the fact you are targeting us)

OOC: No, i actually launched them - so either they missed or something happens...

The sub shuddered.

"Whoah."

"What was that?"

"Sonar's gone black sir."

"Might have been the explosion, get it back online ASAP. Did they self destruct themselves?"

"Hard to say sir."

"Who were they?"

"We aren't sure yet, we'll have to run a play back and analyze the Hertz level."

"What do you mean, it self-destructed!?" cried the CEO.
"It detonated three pounds of C4 plastique to evade capture," replied the CSS.
"What a waste of good money. Call off the rest of our forces."

P-T-M 41

"Sir, we have torpedoes inbound!"

"You know what to do"

A small torpedo was fired in the direction of the other incoming torpedoes. This device was much faster and smaller than the other torpedoes, propelled by hydrogen peroxide fired through a platinum-catalyst mesh. When it approached the two torpedoes, its own warhead burst in a brief brilliant flash of light. All the systems on board the ships in the nearby region would skip or report light interference for a few seconds, while the torpedos' targeting mechanisms were scrambled, rending them harmless.

Missionary ship

The man in uniform climbed aboard the ship carrying no visible weapons. "First of all, let me inform you that you are not in any danger and you have commited no violation of maritime law." He surveyed the faces staring at him. "My name is Sgt. Quinn McKay, of the Naval Forces of The Community of Siap, Intelligence Division. May I speak with the captain of this vessel?"

"Yes come with me."

"Captain, we have someone for you."



"How do you do, I'm Captain Kyle Robinsion, are you the one who sent me this message?" He asked very calmly

"Sir. That would be my commanding officer who sent the message. I am Sgt. Quinn McKay of Siapian Naval Intelligence." he extended his hand.

"All I know is that you attracted a contingent of submarines. Apparently, sometime after you left the island, the submarines received orders to engage your vessel. As of now, you are in no danger, however we feel there is a possibility that more submarines may be en route, so we feel it would be best if you briefly diverted your course to the waters of The Community. The reson for this is that we, in the interest of philanthropy, wish to register your ship as a Siapian ship, in the political sense. That means that any act of hostility against you, your crewor your ship is a hostile act against The Community, which will be dealt with appropriately."

"All right we'll take a detour if it keeps everyone safe."

bumpage, I'll get back to it soon

OOC: Have been busy/ill recently. Will post soon, also

A refugee camp in Algeristan has been damaged by a monsoon and due to the war with Allanea, Colonial Officials cannot deploy more troops to assist.

We are hoping your ship can arrive and assist our limited forces in rebuilding the camp. We are willing to provide 2 Illium Guided Missile Destroyers to escort you into the Colonial Autonomous Republic of Algeristan's waters.

OOC: In reality the troops are too busy building and escorting massive sleeper ships for interplanetary travel, you should pass several on your way there.

(OOC: oh duh boy am I ever the space cadet I forgot about this)


The sails were rolled down and the ship was sailing full speed into the wind. The boys and girls were going about their daily ship chores having no knowledge of the danger they avoided. The only thing on their mind was their mission, and of course the weather. It was calm but the sea was always a master of decit.

"Does anyone know where we are heading next?" Molly asked

"Hard to say." Hannah said. "We may stop at another small island, but it all depends on the weather."

"I saw some nasty clouds to the south." Said Rose

"Nothing to worry about. This ship is hardy." Said Josh.

"We have to realize our mortality."

"Oh Miyu..."

"It's true. Certianlly God loves us, but bad things do happen to good people."

The Community's invitation is still open. You are welcome to stay for free on our shores.

(Terrific, we'll be arriving shortly)

OOC: As you may or may not have noticed, things have become "interesting" in Siap. That being what it is, you will be subject to a lot of security checks upon arriving, however you will be received no less warmly.

The ship docked in Siap. Fortunatley missing the storm that was ready to hit at any moment. Storm clouds loomed over, and thoes that wanted to venture out of the ship after a few weeks of traveling, had to prepare for it. The climate and weather conditions of Siap weren't known well, so many were anticiapting the type of thunder storm they might see in Kurona. Draped in heavy rain coats, they were happy to be on solid ground.

They had to be of course premitted to leave the port first. And the captian would be switching over.

(OOC: anyone willing to have a group of missionaries? *bats eye lashes*)


Seven Days Later


Afte a week they set sail again. Under a new captain who wasn't one of the Pastors which made everyone sad to see. It was back to the norm constant cleaning to keep the salt off and the boat in good shape. Molly was incharge of cleaning this week, a great honor for her or she felt. She was a little home sick for her farm back in Kurona and her family too. "Hey don't look so glum."

"Hey Austin. I guess I'm just a little home sick."

"How can you be an effective missionary if you get home sick?"

"Come on, every one get's home sick. Even Missionaries. But it's been nice not so many storms lately."

"How's Hannah is she feeling better?"

"She's all right. But if she doesn't get better we'll have to send her home. I hope not."