Shinbeth
18-10-2007, 17:13
OOC: Everyone can join this one. I'm trying (again..) to revive a terrorist organization I had here. This is my first post after about two years of absence.
The Atlantic Ocean,
About 600km off the coast of Greenland,
10:15 PM.
The Van-Dijk, a rusted, medium sized trade ship, was steadily sailing south as a shivering uniformed man opened the bridge door and tried to find the horizon. The night was starless, and the only thing that broke the silence was an old Beatles record, coming from the crew's chamber. With a bored grin on his face, the man walked along the broadside, went down a staircase and knocked on the door. The Beatles ruled the night again for a few seconds, and the door was closed.
The uniformed man stared at the CD player and turned his friend, sitting at the corner of the chamber. "Will you ever stop listening to this?"
"Hell no. Besides, I have nothing else to put in the player. I took only three albums."
"Well I'm getting sick of this one."
"Come on, Revolver? Their best!"
"Sean," the uniformed man sighed, "Shut up."
"What ever you say, captain."
"That's better. In any case, now is a good time to check our data, don't you think? Call Richter, tell him to bring the maps and some snacks."
On board The Scotia,
Not very far from The Van-Dijk,
00:55 AM.
Captain Wein closed the transmitter and walked nervously to the bridge. A course was set to meet The Van-Dijk as soon as possible.
"What's wrong, captain?"
Wein sighed. "It seems that some sort of a military ship is on its way to scout in the area where the command ship's is, and we need to transfer equipment to them. Mainly documents and certifications. They do carry several tons of explosives, you know."
"Do we know who is looking for us?"
"Nobody. We've been inactive for many years now, and most of the world thinks we've disappeared. I don't know what they're planning to find out there, but it's surely not us. We just need to be prepared for everything."
With these words Wein left the bridge, and walked to his chamber. His long-haired gray cat, Lennin, was waiting for him inside as he sat exhausted. He was the oldest captain in the resistance's fleet, and probably the only one who remembered the 'great' period of the organization.
He filled his chamber's side wall with newspaper articles and stolen intelligence files. The headlines shouted The DSRO strikes again!, Thousands die as DSRO bomb goes off in Euroslavia. State vows revenge!. Years ago, saying the name DSRO was enough to cause wide spread panic. But then came the great fall. Van-Dijk, DSRO commander, executed in Soviet trasa!, DSRO crushed in the islands by Ness Ziona, leaders arrested.. The DSRO tried to get back on track after some time, with the help of Knootoss, but it failed. Most DSRO members are still there, waiting for a call.
"Maybe now is a good time," He thought, "Maybe This time we can make it."
"Captain!"
"Yes? What?"
"The Van-Dijk is near, but There's another ship in the horizon, probably a military one."
"Don't worry, we'll get to The Van-Dijk before them. They'll have no reason to suspect us."
Some OOC info: The organization currently has no base of operations, and only a bunch of trade ships with a lot of explosives and AK's. You can join in any way you want.
DSRO = Democratic Secular Resistance Organization.
The Atlantic Ocean,
About 600km off the coast of Greenland,
10:15 PM.
The Van-Dijk, a rusted, medium sized trade ship, was steadily sailing south as a shivering uniformed man opened the bridge door and tried to find the horizon. The night was starless, and the only thing that broke the silence was an old Beatles record, coming from the crew's chamber. With a bored grin on his face, the man walked along the broadside, went down a staircase and knocked on the door. The Beatles ruled the night again for a few seconds, and the door was closed.
The uniformed man stared at the CD player and turned his friend, sitting at the corner of the chamber. "Will you ever stop listening to this?"
"Hell no. Besides, I have nothing else to put in the player. I took only three albums."
"Well I'm getting sick of this one."
"Come on, Revolver? Their best!"
"Sean," the uniformed man sighed, "Shut up."
"What ever you say, captain."
"That's better. In any case, now is a good time to check our data, don't you think? Call Richter, tell him to bring the maps and some snacks."
On board The Scotia,
Not very far from The Van-Dijk,
00:55 AM.
Captain Wein closed the transmitter and walked nervously to the bridge. A course was set to meet The Van-Dijk as soon as possible.
"What's wrong, captain?"
Wein sighed. "It seems that some sort of a military ship is on its way to scout in the area where the command ship's is, and we need to transfer equipment to them. Mainly documents and certifications. They do carry several tons of explosives, you know."
"Do we know who is looking for us?"
"Nobody. We've been inactive for many years now, and most of the world thinks we've disappeared. I don't know what they're planning to find out there, but it's surely not us. We just need to be prepared for everything."
With these words Wein left the bridge, and walked to his chamber. His long-haired gray cat, Lennin, was waiting for him inside as he sat exhausted. He was the oldest captain in the resistance's fleet, and probably the only one who remembered the 'great' period of the organization.
He filled his chamber's side wall with newspaper articles and stolen intelligence files. The headlines shouted The DSRO strikes again!, Thousands die as DSRO bomb goes off in Euroslavia. State vows revenge!. Years ago, saying the name DSRO was enough to cause wide spread panic. But then came the great fall. Van-Dijk, DSRO commander, executed in Soviet trasa!, DSRO crushed in the islands by Ness Ziona, leaders arrested.. The DSRO tried to get back on track after some time, with the help of Knootoss, but it failed. Most DSRO members are still there, waiting for a call.
"Maybe now is a good time," He thought, "Maybe This time we can make it."
"Captain!"
"Yes? What?"
"The Van-Dijk is near, but There's another ship in the horizon, probably a military one."
"Don't worry, we'll get to The Van-Dijk before them. They'll have no reason to suspect us."
Some OOC info: The organization currently has no base of operations, and only a bunch of trade ships with a lot of explosives and AK's. You can join in any way you want.
DSRO = Democratic Secular Resistance Organization.