NationStates Jolt Archive

Site 227, Beatusian Archaeological Dig
2:17 AM Local time

Professor David Stetson held his battery powered lantern up to what appeared to be a stone tablet of some kind. He brushed some of the dirt off of it, and recognized the script as an ancient Beatusian writing. An hour later, he had finished the translation, it read,

The Great Bob's will is great, only those whose heart is pure shall find the secret they seek. All others shall parish at his hands, for they serve the darkness. Only those who have followed the Path shall see the Great Bob's treasures. Stop now if you have strayed towards the distractions along the path, Gluttony, Lust, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, or Pride.

Professor Stetson wrote the inscription off as hogwash to scare of grave robbers. He dug around and found the edges, he pulled, and the stone moved outward, reveling a new cave. The batteries on his lamp were dying so he ran down to his truck to replace them. When he returned, he entered the cave. It was more like a small, and damp. There was pools of water in some places. The walls were smooth, and the tunnel was rectangular. There appeared to be what looked like holders for torches on the walls. The professor noted everything in his journal, which he had used to decipher the tablet. The tunnel began widening as it approached a room. He caught sight of a reflection of light as he neared the room, and the closer he got, the brighter the reflection got. When he reached the room, he nearly dropped his lantern. This was the largest archaeological find in the Beatus. There were gold statues, silver dishtware, ornate carved tablets. Even some scrolls and glassware. Finally he had found something. He had be conducting dig out in the mountains for years, and turned up nothing. He rushed back up the tunnel, past the stone tablet, back down to his truck. If he hurried, he could be the first person in the dean's office back at the university. With any luck, he would be coming back with a whole team, and some university grant money to fully excavate the site. He got in his truck, and sped out down the mountain road. Sunrise was at 5:47 AM, and the Professor was passing through a small town, when the visions began. He started seeing things that weren't there. While attempting to convince an imaginary six foot tale rabbit in the seat next to him, that the earth was indeed round, his truck ran off the road into a ravine. He was found about an hour later by a passing motorist, who noticed the broken guardrail, and called emergency response. When the police and paramedics arrived, he was already dead. They removed the body from the car, and drove him to the hospital anyway, doing CPR all the way. He was pronounced dead at 7:15 AM. It was obvious that he had died from the car accident, and it was assumed that he had simply been going too fast in the dark on the winding mountain roads. No autopsy was preformed. At 12:02 pm, the two paramedics who had worked on Professor Stetson were admitted to the local hospital. They were suffering from hallucinations, inspiratory chest pain, cough, chills, shortness of breath, and a slight fever. By 2 pm they're fevers were near 104 degrees F., they're breathing had worsened, and they had lost consciousness. At 6:05 pm the fevers were around 106 degrees F., causing death. By that time, many more people were in, presenting the same symptoms. By the next day, 142 were dead, and the disease was spreading.

Official Statement from the Beatus

To the Citizens of the Beatus

An epidemic is sweeping the Beatus. All Military personnel within the nation are being called up to defend National Government Institutions. All Government Personnel are to stay and they immediate families are to seek refuge at they're offices, which are equipped with safeguards to ensure that they are safe from biological, chemical, and nuclear attacks, which will ensure your safety in these times. Be sure to have your id cards, as the military will be working security, and will not allow you or your family in with out them. All other citizens are asked to remain calm, and stay in your homes. Local police forces are to coordinate with provincial law enforcement agencies to attempt a quarantine at this time, and to prevent panic, and rioting.

To the International Community,

The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus requests immediate assistance in the form of both medical and law enforcement personnel. We have a currently unidentified infectious disease running rampant in our nation. Initial symptoms that have been reported are hallucinations, inspiratory chest pain, cough, chills, shortness of breath, and a slight fever. Within approximately two to two and a half hours of the presenting of the original symptoms the fever rises to approximately 104 degrees F., breathing worsens, and they enter a coma. With in approximately four hours they are dead. The cause of death varies from Asphyxia, due to Pleurisy, as illustrated by the initial symptoms, or they die from an extremely high fever, in excess of 106 degrees F. We also fear that there will be a breakdown of civil order, and that there will be a need of assistance with law enforcement duties. Currently Provincial, and Local authorities are attempting to enact a quarantine around the infected areas, but it may already be too late, and National authorities are currently ensuring the safety of national government offices and the employees within them. We request assistance immediately. We have stopped all traffic from leaving the nation, which includes diplomatic traffic traveling from embassies. All flights currently in the air are being recalled, and any flights that have recently landed in your nations from ours should be quarantined immediately. We are also enacting a travel warning to any, and all persons attempting to enter the Beatus that they do so at they're own risk.

Signed,
General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

This was a problem, Greal bordered The Beatus. Greal authorities began closing the borders, but it was too late.

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Outbreaks were reported in small towns bordering the Beatus. Greal quarantined the towns, but it may have been too late. Plenty of people ran for their lives from the outbreaks, deeper into the countryside. Greal police were ordered to watch out for any outbreaks.

To: Beatus

Becareful if you have any trade ships going to USTG please pull back we are having an outbreak of our own with an unknown virus if these 2 outbreaks were to mate the outcome could be even more deadly then our very own shot virus.

To The Guyvers,

All ships and planes have been ordered to turn back. If they choose to disregard that order, we are currently in no position to track them down, and stop them. We suggest you begin patrols, as we have not yet accounted for all ships and planes that have left the Beatus today, and if they plan not to return, they would most certainly not go to they're scheduled destination.

Enclosed within a tightly duct-tape wrapped, plastic hazmat envelope
FROM THE OFFICE OF THE CONSUL, GAIUS JULIUS CAESAR

Greetings, Government of The Beatus. I sincerely sympathize with your imminent destruction at the hands of deadly viral agents. May I recommend burning all infected towns and villages? It worked for me in Gaul... I am afraid I am unable to risk any Roman citizens to aid your (thankfully) quite distant nation; but let it never be said that Caesar is an heartless leader! On the contrary, out of compassion alone, I am sending 50 of my finest (and I mean ugliest) slaves on a plastic-wrapped barge as we speak. Or rather, as I write. They were destined for the Colisseum anyway, so feel free to place them in any kind of danger, as long as they may be of use to you.

Warm, yet distant regards,

~Consul Gaius Julius Caesar

P.S. Please reply by electronic mail...it is...cleaner. I may be reached at: Gaius_Conquers_You@gmail.com

Postman N.B. Please DO NOT return this letter if 'undelivered'. It may contain hazardous viral traces!

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From: Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health
To: The Beatus Government

The kingdom of Imbrinium MOH (Ministry of health) and IIA (Imbrinium intelligence agency) have been monitoring the virus outbreak inside your nation.
The Imbrinium ICDC (Imbrinium Center for disease Control) and MOH, acting jointly with the MOD (Ministry of Defense) is offering to send a BRRT (biological rapid response teams) team to help in the infected areas. These teams of doctors are both military and civilian and will bring a small protection detail with them to keep them safe. These teams will help your nation’s health care works come up with a cure and help the spread of the virus. Please let us know if you would like our team to proceed to your nation.

Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

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Officials in the IIA and MOD fill that if the virus spreads it could cause a threat to your national security and offset the balance of power in the region. Please accept our help for not only your people but for your nation as a whole.

To Dr. Thomas Spyridon,

We accept your offer off assistance. We recommend that you bring a security detail, as we cannot guarantee your protection, and warn you that you come here at your own risk. We would be stupid not to accept any, and all help we are offered. Your teams are welcome.

Signed,
Jordan Taylor,
Deputy Director of the Government Complex Communications Office
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

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To: Jordan Taylor,Deputy Director of the Government Complex Communications Office
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

From: Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

Our BRRTs will be taking off within the hour, please when they reach your airspace land them at an airforce base close but not in the hot zone. Plus you should burn the dead and recall all flights and ships. The kingdom of imbrinium is taking steps on our side to limit the spread of this virus. Please give as much data to our teams as you have to assit in finding a cure. Thank you


Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

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To: The Greal Government

From: Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

To the Greal government we are currently sending a BRRT to Beatus to aid in the search for a cure. We are also sending a CBIRF (Chemical Biological incident response force)to your nation as well to monitor for any outbreaks with permission from your nation of course. Please contact this office with a response thank you.

Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

To Dr. Thomas Spyridon,

Your aircraft is cleared to land at Edwardo Listless Air Force Base, just out side our capital, the City of the Blessed. Your team will be met by a group from our Department of Public Health, what they lack in they're woefully underfunded budget, which comes completely from corporate grants, and private donations, they make up for in know how, and determination. They should have all the information you want, at least all that we know at this time. We have recalled all of our ships and aircraft, but have no course of action at this time, if they chose not to obey such orders. We still have 5 ships, and 7 aircraft unaccounted for. They have not arrived at they're scheduled destinations, and we are unsure if they are still out there, as they may have already been infected with the disease, and those on board may be dead. We have been burning the dead.

Signed,
Jordan Taylor,
Deputy Director of the Government Complex Communications Office
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

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To: The Greal Government

From: Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

To the Greal government we are currently sending a BRRT to Beatus to aid in the search for a cure. We are also sending a CBIRF (Chemical Biological incident response force)to your nation as well to monitor for any outbreaks with permission from your nation of course. Please contact this office with a response thank you.

Dr. Thomas Spyridon MD. PHD
Imbrinium ministry of health

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Imperial Republic of Greal
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Subject: Re:Outbreak

The CBIRF has our permission to enter Greal. You may coordinate your operations with our teams.

Regards,

Raul Riddle
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Imperial Republic of Greal

[OOC:Mind if my Coast Guard stop one of the Cargo Ships?]
Official Message from the Aissurian Department of Foreign Affairs.

Encryption: Null Encryption





To: The Beatus
We would like to secure permission to deploy Medical and Law Enforcement teams to The Beatus to help with the Infection. Our Department of Health wishes to also obtain samples of the Infection, in hopes of finding a cure. Thank you.





(Message end.)

to:General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

from: Dr. Bellic,
RNCP Ministry of Public Health


I am formally requesting to acquire a sample of the disease to speed up efforts in finding a way to combat it.

[OOC:Mind if my Coast Guard stop one of the Cargo Ships?]
Official Message from the Aissurian Department of Foreign Affairs.

Encryption: Null Encryption





To: The Beatus
We would like to secure permission to deploy Medical and Law Enforcement teams to The Beatus to help with the Infection. Our Department of Health wishes to also obtain samples of the Infection, in hopes of finding a cure. Thank you.





(Message end.)

(OOC: Sure)

To the Aissurian Department of Foreign Affairs,

We your teams have permission to enter the Beatus, and assist in the efforts against the disease.

Signed,
General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

to:General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

from: Dr. Bellic,
RNCP Ministry of Public Health


I am formally requesting to acquire a sample of the disease to speed up efforts in finding a way to combat it.

To Dr. Bellic,

We can offer you a sample, but it must be picked up here, as we have no way of transporting it to your nation at this time, with out risking a spread of the disease.

Signed,
General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

to:General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

from: Dr. Bellic,
RNCP Ministry of Public Health


I will send an man from the lab to procure the sample. As a precaution, I would like to inquire on how it is spread?

FROM: Mokastana Government
TO: Greal, The Beatus and all other parties involved


All Mokan assets in Greal have been quarantined and locked down until this situation is cleared. If Greal wishes for help, the Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs can send a few quarantine teams to assist.

to:General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

from: Dr. Bellic,
RNCP Ministry of Public Health


I will send an man from the lab to procure the sample. As a precaution, I would like to inquire on how it is spread?

To Dr. Bellic,

We are unsure of how the disease is spread.

Signed,
General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

Off The Western Coast Of Orbath - 13:46
The Anasyrma Class Corvette made by Yanitaria, known as the ONS Interceptor was on patrol as part of a larger group which ensured no ship that wasn't registered or scheduled to enter Orbathian waters was allowed to do so. The ship's crew had a rather easy task, it wasn't often they had to board a ship. They saw relatively little activity. Things picked up when the little corvette received a message.

Attention - A Beatusian Cargo Ship designated Alpha 001 is headed towards port. There is a chance that this ship may contain those infected with a new virus recently found in Beatus. The government of Beatus has attempted to contact the ship, however these attempts have been unsuccessful. That ship needs to be located and quarantined. NBC gear is to be worn, however, no boarding party is to enter the ship.

Commander Reg Osgood brought his crew up to speed, holding an emergency officer's meeting. Meanwhile, all weapons were brought up to standby and all personnel donned NBC suits. The ONS Interceptor would coordinate with it's other four corvette counterparts, the ONS Excellence, a Lyran made Hatchet Class Frigate and of course, it's patrol aircraft, two SH-60 Seahawks.

The task was certainly not an easy one. They had a large plot of Orbathian water to search. The ship was supposed to travel through their patrol zone, but if it didn't, it would likely be caught by the other patrol groups.

One of the SH-60 was patrolling far ahead of it's frigate, when it detected a blip on radar. The blip was quickly cross referenced, after all, it could simply be another ship. However, no ships were scheduled to pass through that particular zone at that time. The pilot was sure he had found the ship. He radioed the ship on many frequencies, attempting to raise a crew member. If that failed, he would have to get a visual on the ship.

Off The Western Coast Of Orbath

The Beatusian Cruise Ship Hyperbole, which had diverted from it's scheduled course, drifted towards the Orbathian helicopter. Records showed that there had been approximately 1,500 passengers on board, and 600 crew, and servants. It was difficult to see on the dark water. The ship was devoid of any sources of light, and it's engines were off. It was simply drifting in the water.

to:General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

from: Dr. Bellic,
RNCP Ministry of Public Health


In that case, the man I am sending is assuming its spread via air or direct contact. he should be arriving by private aircraft.

Off The Western Coast Of Orbath - 14:23
The pilot, having failed to raise the ship by radio, moved in, attempting to get a closer look and confirm the ship was indeed the one they were looking for. He hovered high over the ocean, looking down upon the ship.

''That ship doesn't seem to have any power, no lights, no engine, nothing.''

The copilot responded.

''It makes it hard to tell if it is the ship we are looking for, we need to get closer, pull along the starboard side, I'll get Axon to shine the spotlight on the ship.''

The pilot reduced altitude, coming even closer the ship but taking care to ensure not to get close enough that if the ship rocked, he would be hit. The man in the back, Axon, shined the powerful light onto the hull of the ship, seeking out a name. Once found, he checked it with the name of the Beatusian ship in the log. Sure enough, the Hyperbole sat below on the waters.

Axon turned his spotlight to the deck of the ship, searching for signs of life. Meanwhile, the pilot radioed the ONS Excellence, informing the group commander of their find. Within minutes, two of the four Anasyrma Class Corvettes sped towards the ship.

to:General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

from: Dr. Bellic,
RNCP Ministry of Public Health


In that case, the man I am sending is assuming its spread via air or direct contact. he should be arriving by private aircraft.

To Dr. Bellic,

This is acceptable.

Signed,
General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

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Off The Western Coast Of Orbath

The deck was deserted. Towels lay on deck chairs, and inflatable chairs floated in the many pools on board, but no sign of any life, no people. No signs of life. No movement but the rocking of the boat. All the life boats were intact, and in they're proper storage area.

Off The Western Coast Of Orbath - 14:24
Axon couldn't believe it, nor could the pilot or co pilot. There was no sign of life anywhere and the lifeboats remained in place. They were looking at a ghost ship. The pilot wondered if perhaps the entire crew and passengers had somehow been rescued before they reached Orbathian waters.

14:56

The ONS Interceptor was the first corvette to arrive on scene, positioning itself so that if need be, it could use both of it's 85mm cannons on the ship.

15:10
The second corvette, the ONS Capture, arrived, positioning itself on the other side of the ship, aiming it's 85mm guns at the hull.

15:32
The ONS Interceptor received a message from the ONS Excellence. They had been authorized to allow a boarding party to enter the ship.

In the armory, a section (8 men) of Orbathian soldiers grabbed everything they would need, ranging from AY-143 rifles to body armor, to be worn over their NBC suits of course. Meanwhile, the corvette pulled alongside the Hyperbole. Because the ship was so large, they would have to use grappling hooks, climbed by the soldiers to gain access to the ship.

One by one, the soldiers climbed up the large naval ropes and upon reaching the decks, took up an all around defense, pointing their various Yanitarian made weapons into the unknown.

On Board the Hyperbole, Deck C

They stood on the main deck, Deck C, which was painted in large black letters on the wall in front of them. Windows into guests rooms lined the wall they were facing. To they're right, toward the stern of the ship, was an open area, where the main pool was, and beyond that was the Main dinning room. To they're left toward bow were more passenger cabins, and eventually the video arcade. Just to they're right was a stairway down to the lower decks. This was all explained by signs on the wall with arrows pointing left or right near the stairway that came from below.

Unfortunately for the section, they had little knowledge of the layout of the ship. Luckily for them, their orders were not to clear the ship, merely seek out living survivors. All they had to do was find one, and their mission would be completed. If none were found, the ship would be torched.

Fire team Alpha headed forward, stacking up along the wall allowing Cpl Wilson the chance to shine the flashlight mounted on his rifle barrel into what appeared to be guest rooms.

Bravo fire team headed left, towards more passenger cabins. Instead of the windows, however, they came across a door that lead inside. The team stacked up outside the door while the team commander, Master Corporal Howard, prepared to boot in the door.

''1...2..3!''

His shiny black combat boot connected with the door, easily throwing it inwards. He raised his rifle, a shortened AY-143 and rushed in, two of the three remaining fire team members rushing in behind him, leaving the Grenadier to cover their rear.

during the late night hours, a Cessna aircraft had flown into Beatus airspace. The pilot, a middle aged man referred to as Dr. Volkstadd was to pick up a sample from the Beatus government. Why Dr. Bellic wanted the sample was a mystery to him, but 500,000Ru was too good to pass up..

On Board the Hyperbole, Deck C

As the light shown through the windows, it fell on empty rooms. Luggage sitting in corners, clothing hung in closets, as if everything was normal.

Fire Team Bravo rushed into an empty hallway. Master Corporal Howard was a little too eager, and he rushed through the door, right past the sign denoting that the floor had recently been waxed, slid right into a railing for a down stairway, flipped over it, and fell down to the next deck.

during the late night hours, a Cessna aircraft had flown into Beatus airspace. The pilot, a middle aged man referred to as Dr. Volkstadd was to pick up a sample from the Beatus government. Why Dr. Bellic wanted the sample was a mystery to him, but 500,000Ru was too good to pass up..

"Attention unidentified aircraft, you have entered Beatusian Airspace," crackled over the Cessna's radio. "You have entered restricted airspace." Punctuated by the sound of prop engines, as two F4U Corsair fighter aircraft, bearing the markings of the Beatusian Air Guard took up positions on the Cessna's wing tips. "Please respond, or we will be forced to remove your craft from said restricted airspace through force."

hearing the radio, Dr. Volkstadd replied "I am on official business with the RNCP government and yours, I you don't believe me, ask your commander. My government has notified yours of my intent."

He hoped they would confirm this soon, Volkstadd didn't want to be around the disease too long.

"You must be Dr. Volkstadd," the radio crackled again. "We will be providing escort for you tonight." The man in the plane to Dr. Volkstadd waved at him. "Don't worry, didn't know you where who you were. Don't want just anyone flying into the Beatus with the current situation, I'm sure you understand, we should be arriving soon."

On Board the Hyperbole, Deck C

As the light shown through the windows, it fell on empty rooms. Luggage sitting in corners, clothing hung in closets, as if everything was normal.

Fire Team Bravo rushed into an empty hallway. Master Corporal Howard was a little too eager, and he rushed through the door, right past the sign denoting that the floor had recently been waxed, slid right into a railing for a down stairway, flipped over it, and fell down to the next deck.

The Corporal was clearly freaked out. Everything was in place as though someone had been in the rooms, but nobody could be inside. The Alpha fire team commander pushed the mouthpiece on his headset a little closer to his mouth, allowing him to speak into more clearly.

''Shark One (ONS Interceptor), this is Alpha, we've come upon a set of passenger cabins, we didn't make entry but there is no sign of life through the windows. The luggage and everything is present though, over''

''Roger that Alpha, continue your search, there is a possibility that the passengers were moved, check larger areas, maybe a dining hall or auditorium, out''

The Corporal had remembered an arrow and the word ''dining hall' pointing right. They headed in that direction, stacking up outside the dining room doors. The team leader rushed in through the double swinging doors, followed by two of three teammates, weapons at the ready, casting the light from their flashlights into the very dark room.

Howard found himself skidding across a slippery floor, into and over a railing, onto the deck below. He let out a cry of pain seconds after hitting the deck. He wasn't dead and he quickly, without moving too much, checked himself over for injuries. He felt pain in his right leg and when he looked down, he noticed his leg was bent off to the side at a very odd angle. He swore to himself, knowing it was broken.

The first team mate behind him, a rifleman, also fell, though not over the railing, merely onto the floor before it. He quickly rolled onto his stomach, pointing his rifle in all directions and scanning for any sign of life.

The Gunner behind him stopped short, managing not to fall on the slippery floor. He remained standing, pointing his rifle in all directions, searching for any sign of life.

Admiralty House, Spoletium, Anselmus

Admiral Bill Lawrence, Imperial Navy Chief of Staff, frowned at the orders which had just come down from the Council of Ministers. After the Directorate of Foreign Intelligence delivered satellite reconnaissance images to the Prime Minister which showed Orbathian military vessels intercepting a drifting ship of Beatusian registry just off the Orbathian coast, it was decided that the Anselmian Imperial Navy not only intercept all Beatusian vessels entering Anselmian waters, but also that the Navy would put any ship, Beatusian or otherwise, that did not respond to radio communication on the bottom of the ocean. There were no reported outbreaks in Anselmus, and PM Jacques Delacroix was determined that that remain the case.

HIMS Blackfriars, 200nm SW of Massilia

The new guided missile destroyer HIMS Blackfriars had only just arrived at her new home base of Naval Station Massilia after her first operational cruise when orders came in from the Admiralty to turn around and head back out again. Orders, her crew were told, would be provided en route.

And so here they were, 200 nautical miles off the Anselmian/Orbathian coast when the promised orders arrived. Commander Martin Dainville, captain of the ship, passed the printout back to his executive officer and sighed.

"Another stupid mission, XO. Looking for Beatusian vessels that decided to keep going to their destinations despite orders to the contrary. Intel from the Admiralty suggests no Beatusian vessels were inbound to this part of the country, but we're to keep a look out, just in case. Every ship we find we are to hail, and if they don't answer, we are to shoot first and ask questions later. Sounds like a fun way to start a diplomatic crisis if you ask me."

The executive officer grinned and nodded.

"Agreed, Skipper. But now that we've just ironed the kinks out of old Blackie here, I see no reason why we don't take her for a spin."

"Good, good. Let's get this started. Our backup on this one consists of Shortlands and Chatelet, both of which will be operating in this area. We'll coordinate efforts with them if we find anything."

"Aye, aye, Captain. Let's do this."

"You must be Dr. Volkstadd," the radio crackled again. "We will be providing escort for you tonight." The man in the plane to Dr. Volkstadd waved at him. "Don't worry, didn't know you where who you were. Don't want just anyone flying into the Beatus with the current situation, I'm sure you understand, we should be arriving soon."

"I understand. What can you tell me about this disease? How is it spread?" the radio crackled. He was hoping to get this done quickly. Having grown up in a colony in Africa, he has seen first hand what viruses can do to populations. In the distance, he saw the landing site. He would have to refuel the plane there in order to make it back once he got the sample.

The Corporal was clearly freaked out. Everything was in place as though someone had been in the rooms, but nobody could be inside. The Alpha fire team commander pushed the mouthpiece on his headset a little closer to his mouth, allowing him to speak into more clearly.

''Shark One (ONS Interceptor), this is Alpha, we've come upon a set of passenger cabins, we didn't make entry but there is no sign of life through the windows. The luggage and everything is present though, over''

''Roger that Alpha, continue your search, there is a possibility that the passengers were moved, check larger areas, maybe a dining hall or auditorium, out''

The Corporal had remembered an arrow and the word ''dining hall' pointing right. They headed in that direction, stacking up outside the dining room doors. The team leader rushed in through the double swinging doors, followed by two of three teammates, weapons at the ready, casting the light from their flashlights into the very dark room.

Howard found himself skidding across a slippery floor, into and over a railing, onto the deck below. He let out a cry of pain seconds after hitting the deck. He wasn't dead and he quickly, without moving too much, checked himself over for injuries. He felt pain in his right leg and when he looked down, he noticed his leg was bent off to the side at a very odd angle. He swore to himself, knowing it was broken.

The first team mate behind him, a rifleman, also fell, though not over the railing, merely onto the floor before it. He quickly rolled onto his stomach, pointing his rifle in all directions and scanning for any sign of life.

The Gunner behind him stopped short, managing not to fall on the slippery floor. He remained standing, pointing his rifle in all directions, searching for any sign of life.

The light from fire team alpha's flashlights landed on empty chairs, and tables with half eaten meals on them. There was a stage, on which was a microphone, a drum set, and some guitars leaning against the wall.

The any light from the open door on C deck did not reach Howard down on D deck, which was also quiet, and had no apparent signs of life. On C deck, Bravo Fire team found no signs of life. There was equipment used to wax the floors next the the stairwell, apparently left in the middle of the job. The hallway continued to the other side of the ship. Nearby was room marked crew only.

"I understand. What can you tell me about this disease? How is it spread?" the radio crackled. He was hoping to get this done quickly. Having grown up in a colony in Africa, he has seen first hand what viruses can do to populations. In the distance, he saw the landing site. He would have to refuel the plane there in order to make it back once he got the sample.

"I'm just a pilot, not a doctor," the voice crackled again. "You'll have to wait for us to land for that info. We are approuching the destination, so we will be breaking off. The airport is straight ahead, go low, and look for the lights, you should be fine. There's no air traffic but the three of us so you should be fine, no need to radio the tower, your cleared for landing."

To: The Theocracy of The Beatus
From: Mary Oppenheimer, Count Tungsten

As you know, the Federation Province of Tungsten directly borders The Beatus. Thus, it is of concern to me that an epidemic has broken out in your nation. We have initiated a state of Semi-Lockdown, as well as started up curfews and travel restrictions. No transports are being permitted in or out of Tungsten. We have had no cases of this disease yet.

However, as your neighbor, I am willing to dispatch officers from the Tungsten Civilian Control Unit as well as the soldiers of the Provincial Protection Garrison that are not Federal troops to help keep the order and manage the quarantines. Currently, I am vying for permission to deploy Federal forces to further strengthen the aid being sent. We also wish for permission to obtain live subjects infected with the disease whenever needed, without resistance from Beatusian doctors.

From a Secret Air base inside Imbrinium.
Dr. Thomas Spyridon watched as 6 C5A, lifted one by one into the night sky headed for the country of Beatus.

Dr. Spyridon thinking to himself I wish I was going with them I’d feel better about this mission.
As he watched the aircraft take to the night sky he took out his cell phone and called his office.

“Dr. Spyridon’s office he’s out of the office my I take a message?”
“No it’s me Susan Dr. Spyridon”

“Oh sorry sir it’s hard to hear you.”

“Send a message to the Beatus government and tell them that the BRRTs and the CBIRF are on their way and sorry about the delay Airlift command only gave us 2 planes for a 6 plane mission.”

“Yes sir sending it as soon as I get off the phone with you anything else sir?”

“Yes call my wife and tell her I’m on my way home.”

“Yes sir.”

To: The Theocracy of The Beatus
From: Mary Oppenheimer, Count Tungsten

As you know, the Federation Province of Tungsten directly borders The Beatus. Thus, it is of concern to me that an epidemic has broken out in your nation. We have initiated a state of Semi-Lockdown, as well as started up curfews and travel restrictions. No transports are being permitted in or out of Tungsten. We have had no cases of this disease yet.

However, as your neighbor, I am willing to dispatch officers from the Tungsten Civilian Control Unit as well as the soldiers of the Provincial Protection Garrison that are not Federal troops to help keep the order and manage the quarantines. Currently, I am vying for permission to deploy Federal forces to further strengthen the aid being sent. We also wish for permission to obtain live subjects infected with the disease whenever needed, without resistance from Beatusian doctors.

To Mary Oppenheimer,

We accept your offer of help, and thank you. You may obtain live subjects, but you must treat them well, and attempt to return them alive if at all possible. Again we thank you for your assistance.

Signed,
General Hannibal Smith (RET.)
President
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

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From the Ministry of health

To: The governments of Beatus and Greal

This is to inform your nations that the BRRT and CBIRF are on their way as we speak to your nations. We would like to apologize for the delay we had to wait on the military to give us move aircraft to support this mission. Thank you please update us on your nation’s crisis to date please.

Thank you
Imbrinium ministry of health

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From the Ministry of health

To: The governments of Beatus and Greal

This is to inform your nations that the BRRT and CBIRF are on their way as we speak to your nations. We would like to apologize for the delay we had to wait on the military to give us move aircraft to support this mission. Thank you please update us on your nation’s crisis to date please.

Thank you
Imbrinium ministry of health

To Imbrinium ministry of health,

Situation declining, quarantines ineffective. Disease spreading. Need assistance researching the disease.

Signed,
Jordan Taylor,
Deputy Director of the Government Complex Communications Office
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

IC:

To Beatus:

The Science division shall look into once we have a sample. We shall do all we can to utilize a proper cure.

Minister of Science

SIC:

An order was sent to the science division to send a culture of the strain to military intelligence.

IC:

To Beatus:

The Science division shall look into once we have a sample. We shall do all we can to utilize a proper cure.

Minister of Science

SIC:

An order was sent to the science division to send a culture of the strain to military intelligence.

To South Lizasauria,

We thank you for your help.

The Beatus

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From the ministry of Defense

To: Jordan Taylor,
Deputy Director of the Government Complex Communications Office
The Theocratic Republic of the Beatus

At this time from your last message the MOD is send both the BRRt and GBIRF to your nation and we are currently standing up two more BRRT and a GBIRF to deploy to Greal and standby for further deployment. Also the MOD is send a naval task force to stand off your coast just in case you have to move your government off shore.

We will also send or use FAE ( Fuel Air Explosives Bombs) to destroy and slow down the virus. These bombs burn at 3000 degrees and will kill anything in a area of 10 miles. This is up to your nation about the deployment of this weapon to your country let us know what else you may need or want.

Ministry of Defense:
Demi Efthalia

Radar Station on the Coast of Aissur.

"Sir, Radar registering a Cargo Ship en-route to Aissuria, Radar suggests it might be from The Beatus." Said the Radar Operator.

"Alright, dispatch a Couple of Corvettes. Tell them to make contact with them, and hold for further orders." Said the Man.

2km into Aissurian Controlled waters.

"Sir, we have new orders. We are to move South and Intercept a Cargo Ship. It might be from The Beatus." Said the Sailor.

"Alright, let's get to it." Said the Captain.

"Ship in sight." Said a Sailor.

"Look for a name." Said the Captain.

(ooc: hope you don't mind if I jump in)
To The Country of Beatus

From The Ministry of Health and Well-being

On behalf of the Commonwealth of Whiskeasy and the international population we highly suggest you shut down your borders NOW with military force to stop any further infection, if you can not shut down your whole border successfully please inform us so that a joint-task force can be made up to shore up the gaps. As we speak we are assembling supplies and personal that will aid you in your struggle.

Good luck,
Chief Dr Frederick Wilson
Head of The Ministry of Health and Well-being

Dr. Volkstadd landed the plane easily on the large airstrip. it was probably intended for huge airships. He then exited the plane and waited for the contact.

Alpha
The dining room gave off a very eerie feeling. There was certainly something very, very strange going on. Alpha's commander, Master Corporal Robinson couldn't believe his eyes.

''What do you make of this?'' He asked, keeping his rifle trained into the dining room, despite the fact that there was no immediate threat.

''It's like we are on some sort of ghost ship. I'm starting to think this ship may have been abandoned,'' the Corporal replied, he to kept his rifle at the ready.

''Without lifeboats, either they went into the water, or they were rescued.''

The team remained silent, fanning out and checking through the dining room. The team leader sought out some sort of map, he figured there must be one posted on the wall.

Bravo
Howard looked around him, shining his light in all directions. He was in complete darkness, except for the light mounted on his rifle. Although he'd never admit it to his comrades, he was actually afraid. Not the kind of fear one might get from bullets flying over your head, but a lot like how a kid might feel when watching a scary movie alone. He needed comfort, and he knew that would come from hearing his comrades' voices. He spoke through his headset, a hint of pain in his voice.

''I'm still alive, but it's kinda dead down here. I think I broke my leg''

The man who had been covering the rear, walked slowly into the waxed hallway, closing the large door behind him. The rifleman, gunner and grenadier conversed about their next course of action. They were almost entirely sure the ship was empty and now their leader needed treatment. The 2IC, Corporal Walker switched frequencies, now speaking to the ONS Interceptor.

''This is Bravo, Bravo One is injured, broken leg. Requesting permission to return.''

In all normal circumstances, the team would have typically been allowed to return. The problem was, nobody actually knew if anyone on the ship had the disease, nobody had any idea how it spread and nobody wanted to risk bringing it back to Orbath.

''Bravo One, permission denied, you are ordered to remain on that ship until more is found out about the disease. You are effectively under quarantine.''

In most militaries, there would have been complaints. Not in the Orbathian military, service members knew better. The team knew they were stuck.

''Acknowledged, permission to recover Bravo One, move to secure location and discontinue search?''

''Affirmative and Alpha, I'll see if I can have a doctor flown in, out.''

The members of Bravo checked the walls for a sign that pointed the way to stairs which would lead to the lower deck, so they could rescue their fallen comrade.

A think fog drifted over the ship, making any helicopter flights impossible, and blocking out the light from the moon, and stars.

The stairs down to D deck were directly opposite where from where Howard had landed. They were steel, with non-slip padding on them, to ensure that people didn't slip when they used them.

There was a folded map at the Hostess's podium near the doors to the dinning room. It noted the locations of the crew quarters, engine room, bridge, sickbay, generator room, among many other things.

Alpha
Robinson studied the map he had found, checking out the overall layout of the ship before deciding the team's next course of action. He decided that there was no possible area the entire ships' crew and passengers could fit. He did notice an area of interest. Perhaps if they made their way to the generator room, they could restore power, making the ship easier to search. He ordered his team to move out, tactically moving through the halls, passing a sign marked ''crew only'' to a massive metal door that lead into the generator room. The team stacked up outside the door as Robinson pulled it open, tossing a flare inside, hoping to light up the room. He rushed in, followed by the rifleman and gunner, armed with a shotgun and submachine gun.

Bravo
The three healthy members of Bravo team made their way to the stairs. One member, the grenadier remained on the above deck, covering the team's rear while the other two began the climb down the stairs. Both made their way over to Howard, who was more than happy to see them.

''Finally decided to show up,'' Howard said jokingly, with a slightly feeble voice.

''Good to see you, Howard,'' Corporal Walker replied, noting the slight weakness in the man's voice.

He paused for a moment, pulling a small first aid kit off of his tactical vest. He checked Howard's leg over quickly. The break was just below the knee, so luckily, it didn't require immediate attention. The problem was transporting the man. His leg was bent at an odd angle, so it couldn't be splinted. He thought back to his various first aid classes, trying to think of a way to carry the man without injuring him. He decided not to risk hurting the man's leg trying to carry him piggy back style, instead, he would require a blanket and hopefully, a long sturdy object. He asked his team mate to go search for one.

Private Adams wasn't happy, after all the ship was rather creepy. He moved down a nearby hallway, searching out guest or crew rooms.

20 miles south of New Klim

Quarantine officials managed to halt the spread of the disease, temporarily giving Greal Disease Control Agencies time to prepare. The disease had left four hundred and sixty people dead in a town of one thousand people alone. The death toll was growing, steadily. There was no mention of it in the newspapers because the Greal Government was afraid of panicking its population. Meanwhile, roads were closed, for unknown reasons to the public.

Meanwhile, hundreds of Quarantine workers were assembled and sent to the disease areas. They had quarantined several towns and villages already, and stopped people from heading to New Klim. Anyone with early symptoms were stopped immediately.

[OOC:Any reply to my post, Beatus?]

[OOC:Any reply to my post, Beatus?]

(OOC: sorry...)

The cruise ship was listing to port. The name on the ship read Titan. The lights were out, and the engines were dead. All lifeboats were gone.

Alpha
Robinson studied the map he had found, checking out the overall layout of the ship before deciding the team's next course of action. He decided that there was no possible area the entire ships' crew and passengers could fit. He did notice an area of interest. Perhaps if they made their way to the generator room, they could restore power, making the ship easier to search. He ordered his team to move out, tactically moving through the halls, passing a sign marked ''crew only'' to a massive metal door that lead into the generator room. The team stacked up outside the door as Robinson pulled it open, tossing a flare inside, hoping to light up the room. He rushed in, followed by the rifleman and gunner, armed with a shotgun and submachine gun.

Bravo
The three healthy members of Bravo team made their way to the stairs. One member, the grenadier remained on the above deck, covering the team's rear while the other two began the climb down the stairs. Both made their way over to Howard, who was more than happy to see them.

''Finally decided to show up,'' Howard said jokingly, with a slightly feeble voice.

''Good to see you, Howard,'' Corporal Walker replied, noting the slight weakness in the man's voice.

He paused for a moment, pulling a small first aid kit off of his tactical vest. He checked Howard's leg over quickly. The break was just below the knee, so luckily, it didn't require immediate attention. The problem was transporting the man. His leg was bent at an odd angle, so it couldn't be splinted. He thought back to his various first aid classes, trying to think of a way to carry the man without injuring him. He decided not to risk hurting the man's leg trying to carry him piggy back style, instead, he would require a blanket and hopefully, a long sturdy object. He asked his team mate to go search for one.

Private Adams wasn't happy, after all the ship was rather creepy. He moved down a nearby hallway, searching out guest or crew rooms.

The Generator room was small. There were many gauges and switches in the room. The generators showed no apparent damage, and it appeared as if the generators had been shutdown.

Some of the rooms Private Adams attempted to enter were locked. Others had the chain on the door, allowing the door to be opened only slightly. Halfway down the hallway, he found a housekeeping closet with brooms, mops, sheets, blankets, and pillowcases.

Alpha
Robinson and the team found no damage, but luckily, they all had basic knowledge of the workings of a ship, after all, they served on one. They sought out a button, dial or switch which might turn the power back on.

Bravo
Adams came across several locked doors and others locked with chains. He continued down the hallway, until he came across a closet containing cleaning supplies and also linens. He grabbed two blankets, several mops and a roll of tape, turning and heading back towards his injured friend. Suddenly he had a thought.

''The doors locked with the chain could only be locked from the inside. There had to be someone inside those rooms.''

He knew his other team mates couldn't help him, one was providing cover from above, the other was treating the injured. He would have to check out the room himself. He ran back towards his injured friend, but kept an eye out behind him, ensuring that nobody could leave the rooms without him noticing.
He threw the supplies beside the injured man, speaking with excitement.

''Those rooms back there, locked from the inside, there has to be someone in them!''

His two team mates, thought about a course of action, just like he had.

''I'll go back and kick open a door, I'll be fine.''

The men were reluctant to let him go alone, but they knew that if he found live, uninfected people, their injured comrade could get treatment.

Adams stood outside one of those doors, pointing his rifle towards it. He counted to himself, kicking in the door, shining his light in, sure he would find someone.

[OOC:It's alright.]

"Hmm, seems it was abandoned." Said the Captain.

"This is the Captain, we have spotted the ship, it is listing to port and all life boats are gone. Please advise." Said the Captain on the Radio.

"We will contact The Beatus on what they want done. Stay there and await further orders." Came a Reply.

"This is the Aissurian Coast Guard, please come in. We have found a Cargo Ship from The Beatus and it seems to be abandoned, what do you want done with it?" Said the Man.
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"I'm bored as fuck." Said a Man.

"Same. What are we even doing?" Said another.

"Seems we are going to help The Beatus fight off an infection." Said a Captain.

"This is Aissur Transport 001, carrying Military Teams to help out. Where should we land?" Said the Pilot over the Radio.

"Finally." Said a Soldier.

"Now guys, I know you are all Gun-ho, but please, be careful. We want to help." Said a Doctor.

Alpha
Robinson and the team found no damage, but luckily, they all had basic knowledge of the workings of a ship, after all, they served on one. They sought out a button, dial or switch which might turn the power back on.

Bravo
Adams came across several locked doors and others locked with chains. He continued down the hallway, until he came across a closet containing cleaning supplies and also linens. He grabbed two blankets, several mops and a roll of tape, turning and heading back towards his injured friend. Suddenly he had a thought.

''The doors locked with the chain could only be locked from the inside. There had to be someone inside those rooms.''

He knew his other team mates couldn't help him, one was providing cover from above, the other was treating the injured. He would have to check out the room himself. He ran back towards his injured friend, but kept an eye out behind him, ensuring that nobody could leave the rooms without him noticing.
He threw the supplies beside the injured man, speaking with excitement.

''Those rooms back there, locked from the inside, there has to be someone in them!''

His two team mates, thought about a course of action, just like he had.

''I'll go back and kick open a door, I'll be fine.''

The men were reluctant to let him go alone, but they knew that if he found live, uninfected people, their injured comrade could get treatment.

Adams stood outside one of those doors, pointing his rifle towards it. He counted to himself, kicking in the door, shining his light in, sure he would find someone.

In the generator room, there was a large dial on one of the control panels, that was all the way down.

The door, made of cheep wood, splintered into many small pieces. The one piece hung on the chain from the wall. The room was empty, but there was a scratching sound coming form the bathroom.

[OOC:It's alright.]

"Hmm, seems it was abandoned." Said the Captain.

"This is the Captain, we have spotted the ship, it is listing to port and all life boats are gone. Please advise." Said the Captain on the Radio.

"We will contact The Beatus on what they want done. Stay there and await further orders." Came a Reply.

"This is the Aissurian Coast Guard, please come in. We have found a Cargo Ship from The Beatus and it seems to be abandoned, what do you want done with it?" Said the Man.
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"I'm bored as fuck." Said a Man.

"Same. What are we even doing?" Said another.

"Seems we are going to help The Beatus fight off an infection." Said a Captain.

"This is Aissur Transport 001, carrying Military Teams to help out. Where should we land?" Said the Pilot over the Radio.

"Finally." Said a Soldier.

"Now guys, I know you are all Gun-ho, but please, be careful. We want to help." Said a Doctor.

"This is Edwardo Listless Tower, we have you on RADAR. You are cleared for landing, runway 21 left."

Alpha
Robinson found what he was looking for, and attempted to turn the power back on.

Bravo

Adams' light shone upon and empty room, and for a second, he was rather afraid. After all, there was no way that someone could have locked the door from the outside, yet, the door was locked and nobody had been inside. He noticed another door, then heard a scratching sound upon it. He knew he could boot the door open, or risk hurting whoever might be behind it. Instead, he called out,

''Orbathian Military, identify yourself!''

Meanwhile, Corporal Walker rolled the injured man onto two of the blankets, one on top of the other. He then taped together several mops and lay them down upon Howard. He then tied the ends of the blankets together. This would form a hanging hammock on which Howard could be carried.

Alpha
Robinson found what he was looking for, and attempted to turn the power back on.

Bravo

Adams' light shone upon and empty room, and for a second, he was rather afraid. After all, there was no way that someone could have locked the door from the outside, yet, the door was locked and nobody had been inside. He noticed another door, then heard a scratching sound upon it. He knew he could boot the door open, or risk hurting whoever might be behind it. Instead, he called out,

''Orbathian Military, identify yourself!''

Meanwhile, Corporal Walker rolled the injured man onto two of the blankets, one on top of the other. He then taped together several mops and lay them down upon Howard. He then tied the ends of the blankets together. This would form a hanging hammock on which Howard could be carried.

The scratching continued from the other side of the unlocked door. Then Adams' heard a whining sound from the bathroom.

The lights flickered on. With the lights came creepy carnival music, echoing over the ships PA system.

Alpha
The team cheered, as the lights came back on. The helicopter and the ships could see the faint glow of lights through the fog the had seemingly from nowhere rolled over the sea. Then they heard the music coming from the ship's PA system. It was rather strange.

Bravo
Adams called out again.

''Move away from the door, I'm making entry.''

The sound of the music reached his ears, chilling him to the bone. He was actually having second thoughts about entering the room. He shrugged them off, stepped forward and booted the door.

Alpha
The team cheered, as the lights came back on. The helicopter and the ships could see the faint glow of lights through the fog the had seemingly from nowhere rolled over the sea. Then they heard the music coming from the ship's PA system. It was rather strange.

Bravo
Adams called out again.

''Move away from the door, I'm making entry.''

The sound of the music reached his ears, chilling him to the bone. He was actually having second thoughts about entering the room. He shrugged them off, stepped forward and booted the door.

Again the door splintered. The Yellow Labrador Retriever which had been on the other side, bounded into Adams, knocking him to the ground, bolted out of the room, and down the hallway the opposite direction of Bravo team.

Bravo
The dog knocked Adam's over and took off before he could react. He got to his feet and used his headset.

''All stations, I've found life in the form of a dog, just took off.''

For a second, things were silent, nobody knew how to proceed. Then a response came.

''Alpha, Bravo, SITREP.''

Robinson replied first.

''This is Alpha, generator room found, power on, no sign of life.''

Bravo went next, the 2IC, Corporal Walker spoke.

''This is Bravo, Bravo One injured, in stable condition and ready for transport. It appears we have found signs of life. A dog.''

The radio once again went silent. After a few minutes, a message came through.

''Alpha, seek out the bridge. Once there, report back. Bravo, discontinue your search for life, transport Bravo One to a passenger cabin, preferably one on the upper deck. Once done, report back''

The members of Alpha team made there way back out into the hallway. The had taken the map they had found, and noted the location of the bridge, proceeding there.

Adams made his way back to Walker. They both picked up the ''hammock'' by the ends of the mop and began carrying it up the flight of stairs.

At the same time, that particular situation report was forwarded up the chain of command, all the way to the Ministry of Defense, who decided to send Beatus a message.

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
A cruise ship, the Hyberbole has been located by our naval forces and boarded. So far, we have found no sign of life, except a dog. Have the passengers been rescued, perhaps by a civilian vessel even?

Bravo
The dog knocked Adam's over and took off before he could react. He got to his feet and used his headset.

''All stations, I've found life in the form of a dog, just took off.''

For a second, things were silent, nobody knew how to proceed. Then a response came.

''Alpha, Bravo, SITREP.''

Robinson replied first.

''This is Alpha, generator room found, power on, no sign of life.''

Bravo went next, the 2IC, Corporal Walker spoke.

''This is Bravo, Bravo One injured, in stable condition and ready for transport. It appears we have found signs of life. A dog.''

The radio once again went silent. After a few minutes, a message came through.

''Alpha, seek out the bridge. Once there, report back. Bravo, discontinue your search for life, transport Bravo One to a passenger cabin, preferably one on the upper deck. Once done, report back''

The members of Alpha team made there way back out into the hallway. The had taken the map they had found, and noted the location of the bridge, proceeding there.

Adams made his way back to Walker. They both picked up the ''hammock'' by the ends of the mop and began carrying it up the flight of stairs.

At the same time, that particular situation report was forwarded up the chain of command, all the way to the Ministry of Defense, who decided to send Beatus a message.

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
A cruise ship, the Hyberbole has been located by our naval forces and boarded. So far, we have found no sign of life, except a dog. Have the passengers been rescued, perhaps by a civilian vessel even?

As Bravo team emerged on the upper deck, they passed a room marked, Sick Bay.

Alpha team had a long way to go from the Generator room, to the bridge. The door to the bridge was locked, and bulletproofed to prevent hijacking attempts.

Encrypted Message

To the Orbath Ministry of Defense,

Please confirm your last transmission. You say you have located the cruise ship Hyperbole? We await confirmation.

Signed,
Admiral Jonas Carter
Commander
BNS Prometheus, BB-66

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
We have, however boarding parties have not found any sign of life, except for a dog. Upon arrival, the ship was motionless, with no power.

Alpha
The men stood outside the door marked bridge, but realized the door was locked, and bullet resistant, after all, nothing was truly bullet proof. There wasn't room to employ a rifle grenade or a rifle fired door breaching charge, so instead, C-4 would have to be used. The C-4 was placed on the door, hopefully just enough to blow it off its hinges. A detonator was hooked up and the team made their way around the corner.

''1...2...3''

The button was pushed.

Bravo
Walker noticed they had passed a room marked sick bay. He and Adams set down Howard and he went back and tried to open the door. It was locked, so he gave it a good boot.

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
We have, however boarding parties have not found any sign of life, except for a dog. Upon arrival, the ship was motionless, with no power.

Alpha
The men stood outside the door marked bridge, but realized the door was locked, and bullet resistant, after all, nothing was truly bullet proof. There wasn't room to employ a rifle grenade or a rifle fired door breaching charge, so instead, C-4 would have to be used. The C-4 was placed on the door, hopefully just enough to blow it off its hinges. A detonator was hooked up and the team made their way around the corner.

''1...2...3''

The button was pushed.

Bravo
Walker noticed they had passed a room marked sick bay. He and Adams set down Howard and he went back and tried to open the door. It was locked, so he gave it a good boot.

Encrypted Transmission

To Orbath Ministry of Defense,

Tell your ship, that we are inbound to assist in the recovery effort.

Signed,
Admiral Jonas Carter
Commander
BNS Prometheus, BB-66

A blip appeared on the RADAR screen of the Orbathian ship. Eventually, the old North Carolina class battleship drifted out of the fog.

As the C4 detonated, the bridge door's hinges were ripped out of the wall, and it fell into the bridge area. The cruise ship appeared rather old, as all of the bridge equipment was. Nearby a record player was playing into the microphone of the PA system.

The door to the sickbay flew open. There were cots, and cabinets with medical supplies. There was also a refrigerator and pantry with food and drinks.

[OOC:Shit, writer's block. Sorry for short post.]
"This Aissur Transport 001, Roger that." Said the Pilot as he nosed the Aircraft down.

The Large Transport landed onto the Runway. The doors opened up and the Troops began to unload the supplies.
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"Search for a name." Said the Captain.

"Roger that. Coming alongside of it. Turn the spotlights on." Said the Sailor.

Spotlights illuminated the hull of the ship as the Men onboard attempted to find the name.

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
Understood, however at this time, no personnel from the Beatus will be allowed near Orbathian military personnel without full NBC gear. Furthermore, we would like more information regarding the virus. We need to know anything you do.

Alpha
The team rushed into the bridge, and cleared it. After doing so, they took the needle off of the record on the player.

''This is Alpha, we have located the bridge.''

The ONS Interceptor responded, piggy backing a message sent from high command.

''Beatus' Navy is going to provide support. You are to remain in the bridge, ensure the radio is working. We may need you to pilot the ship. For now, search out any logs, the captain may have left something that will tell us what happened.''

The team heard their orders and one man checked the radio while the others searched for the captain's log.

Bravo
The team rushed around the corner and entered the room, weapons held high. Upon finding the room empty, they brought Howard in a put him on the cot. They checked the cabinets for medical supplies and the fridge for food.

''We have transported Bravo One to a safe location, please advise.''

''Sit tight Bravo One, we are in the process of getting more information about the virus.''

On approach to Edwardo Listless Air Force Base in beatus.

Over the radio, the lead pilot with the BRRT and GBIRF onboard start to make their descent

“ Edwardo tower this is Band aid 12 heavy requesting landing instructions and update sitrep of current virus data and spread over”

As the 6 C5As maintained altitude and speed, no one had heard from beatus’s government since they left Imbrinium. The crews had no idea if they we’re flying over the hot zone now or what only thing they could do is wait for word.

On approach to Edwardo Listless Air Force Base in beatus.

Over the radio, the lead pilot with the BRRT and GBIRF onboard start to make their descent

“ Edwardo tower this is Band aid 12 heavy requesting landing instructions and update sitrep of current virus data and spread over”

As the 6 C5As maintained altitude and speed, no one had heard from beatus’s government since they left Imbrinium. The crews had no idea if they we’re flying over the hot zone now or what only thing they could do is wait for word.

"Band aid 12, this is ELAFB tower. We have you on RADAR, continue on course, heading two-five-niner, descend to 4,000 ft. you are cleared to land on runway 5 right. ELAFB tower, over.

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
Understood, however at this time, no personnel from the Beatus will be allowed near Orbathian military personnel without full NBC gear. Furthermore, we would like more information regarding the virus. We need to know anything you do.

Alpha
The team rushed into the bridge, and cleared it. After doing so, they took the needle off of the record on the player.

''This is Alpha, we have located the bridge.''

The ONS Interceptor responded, piggy backing a message sent from high command.

''Beatus' Navy is going to provide support. You are to remain in the bridge, ensure the radio is working. We may need you to pilot the ship. For now, search out any logs, the captain may have left something that will tell us what happened.''

The team heard their orders and one man checked the radio while the others searched for the captain's log.

Bravo
The team rushed around the corner and entered the room, weapons held high. Upon finding the room empty, they brought Howard in a put him on the cot. They checked the cabinets for medical supplies and the fridge for food.

''We have transported Bravo One to a safe location, please advise.''

''Sit tight Bravo One, we are in the process of getting more information about the virus.''

At that time, all long range communications equipment on the Orbathian ships went dead. They were no longer receiving singles. As did the GPS equipment. Communications with the teams on the ship was still intact. Then a radio transmission from the BNS Prometheus was received. "This is the BNS Prometheus. We are here to assist in the recovery of the Hyperbole. We are preparing a launch to send troops over to the ship now."

The radio equipment on the cruise ship was not operational. The casing was broken open, and clumps of wiring rested on the floor below the radio equipment. The weapons locker, which was off the bridge, was empty, though record sheets showed that it should contain 5 M14 rifles, and 20 colt M1911 pistols, and ammunition for the above. The captains quarters was also off the bridge. The door was closed, and apparently locked from the outside. Someone had put in a crude lock device over it.

[OOC: Minor godmode there, Beatus. You can't just tell him that all of his communications just went dead. It's his call.

Then again, it's your thread...]

OOC: I don't mind, I'm pretty sure he is trying to set a mood and make things ''mysterious''.

The ship's crews attempted to restore communications but could not. Then they got a message from the Prometheus. Since they couldn't respond, the ropes on which the men had climbed onto the cruise ship were removed and the two corvettes headed a little farther away from the ship. They wanted to prevent any interaction with those from the Beatus.

Alpha noted that the radio equipment was broken. Upon searching, they located a weapons locker and the Captain's quarters. The weapon's locker was locked with a crude lock, so one of the fire team members pulled out a crow bar and began hitting it, attempting to bust it open. Meanwhile, another fire team member aimed his shotgun at the crude lock and fired, then at the doorknob and fired.

[OOC: Minor godmode there, Beatus. You can't just tell him that all of his communications just went dead. It's his call.

Then again, it's your thread...]

(OOC: just trying to set mood, I would have changed it if he wasn't okay with it.)

OOC: I don't mind, I'm pretty sure he is trying to set a mood and make things ''mysterious''.

The ship's crews attempted to restore communications but could not. Then they got a message from the Prometheus. Since they couldn't respond, the ropes on which the men had climbed onto the cruise ship were removed and the two corvettes headed a little farther away from the ship. They wanted to prevent any interaction with those from the Beatus.

Alpha noted that the radio equipment was broken. Upon searching, they located a weapons locker and the Captain's quarters. The weapon's locker was locked with a crude lock, so one of the fire team members pulled out a crow bar and began hitting it, attempting to bust it open. Meanwhile, another fire team member aimed his shotgun at the crude lock and fired, then at the doorknob and fired.

[OOC: they're long range communications were dead, they are still in communications with the men on the ships, and the Prometheus...]

The door to the captains quarters glided open from the force of the shotgun. There were scribbled pictures of indiscernible objects on the walls. They use allot of red in them, and some appeared to have vague human shapes. The captains body was crouched in the corner. He was clearly dead, and had been for some time. He held a pencil in his hand, which appeared to have been used to gouge out his own eyes. There were scratch marks on the door, and fragments of wood under the captains finger nails. The captains logs were no use, as the paper from them was hung all along the wall, and the writing was illegible through the crude pictures.

“Roger ELAFB tower, Copy turn to a head of two-five-niner, drop to 4000ft clear to land on runway 5.”

“ELAFB tower are you aware that I have 6 aircraft in this flight are we all to land on runways 5? How copy over?”

“ ELAFB tower, this is Band Aid 12 head Doc on board wants sitrep, on current virus hot zones have they moved or does it seem to be slowing? How copy tower?”

“Roger ELAFB tower, Copy turn to a head of two-five-niner, drop to 4000ft clear to land on runway 5.”

“ELAFB tower are you aware that I have 6 aircraft in this flight are we all to land on runways 5? How copy over?”

“ ELAFB tower, this is Band Aid 12 head Doc on board wants sitrep, on current virus hot zones have they moved or does it seem to be slowing? How copy tower?”

"Roger, all land on runway 5 right. Then taxi to ramps 1G-6G for unloading."

"Band Aid 12, sitrep will be ready by the time you are on the ground."

"Roger Tower rolling in 1 at a time 10 mins apart"

"Thanks for the up date i'll tell the doc"

"Inbound see you in 5 mins over."

As the Large Cargo plane lined up on the runway. The pilot passed along the infomation about the update to the Doc, which was ready to get to work.

Dr. Volkstadd had received the sample, and had returned to Chernobyl-Pripyat. Upon arriving back at the lab, he had set the sample-case on the table and went into the bathroom. He didn't know Dr. Bellic was inside the lab with an M92F handgun. When Volkstadd came out, the last thing he heard was a gunshot. He died staring at the ceiling, with Dr. Bellic standing over him.

Military teams in NBC suits greeted the Imbrinium teams at they're planes, and assisted with the unloading process. The suits were not needed, at least not that they knew off, but the order was, all military personnel, outside a sealed, structure with an air filtration purification system, were to be in full NBC gear until further notice. Dr. Lindsay Taylor from the Department of Public Health waited on for the medical team from Imbrinium. He was not wearing protective clothing, as there was no known case of the disease for miles. He was an elderly man, with white hair, which he dyed black, except his mustach, which was still white. He wore a pair of thick glasses, and walked with a cane.

“ Dr. Lindsay Taylor I presumed?” a slightly young but still a older gray headed man asked

“ My name is Dr. Duilio Siciliano of the Imbrinium CDC, I’m here at request of your government and my country to help you find a cure for this virus.”

“ My team is mostly military but the best we have offer your country.”

“ As soon as the rest of the BRRT lands I introduce my staff.”

“ As for the GBIRF there under military command system and I’ll let their commander introduce himself when he lands.”

As the two men walked and talked about the virus heading to the car to command center for the briefing.

Are you guys making this up or is this in game omg lol " this virus sounds like "Solanum" the reanimation disease, if you people are infect best to kill them before they bite you PHH LOLOL YOU GUYS ARE LOSERS ITS A GAME AHAHAHHAH

[OOC: they're long range communications were dead, they are still in communications with the men on the ships, and the Prometheus...]

The door to the captains quarters glided open from the force of the shotgun. There were scribbled pictures of indiscernible objects on the walls. They use allot of red in them, and some appeared to have vague human shapes. The captains body was crouched in the corner. He was clearly dead, and had been for some time. He held a pencil in his hand, which appeared to have been used to gouge out his own eyes. There were scratch marks on the door, and fragments of wood under the captains finger nails. The captains logs were no use, as the paper from them was hung all along the wall, and the writing was illegible through the crude pictures.

Alpha
The members of Alpha team checked out the room. The Captain was clearly dead and the room was a complete mess. The most interesting thing was the fact that it appeared the Captain had been locked inside, which would explain the crude locking device. They wondered if perhaps it could have been the disease that had caused the man to go insane. They were thankful to be dressed in full NBC gear, despite the fact that it was quite uncomfortable.

''This is Alpha, we have located the Captain, dead, suicide by the looks of it, gouged his own eyes out. It also appears he may have been locked in his own room, perhaps he went insane?''

''Understood Alpha, you are to proceed at full alert, as though you are in conflict. I want you to link up with Bravo team in the sick bay.''

The members of Alpha team collected the weapons, slinging them on shoulders or the pistols were tucked into various locations on their tactical vests, uncomfortable but they couldn't be left lying around.

Top Secret Highly Encrypted
From: Orbath Ministry of Defense
To: Beatus Government
Our boarding parties have discovered one body, the man appears to have gone insane and commented suicide. We request more information about the disease. Is insanity a symptom?

Are you guys making this up or is this in game omg lol " this virus sounds like "Solanum" the reanimation disease, if you people are infect best to kill them before they bite you PHH LOLOL YOU GUYS ARE LOSERS ITS A GAME AHAHAHHAH

We are role playing or RPing a story. Each of us posts which adds to the story. I suggest reading the stickied threads at the top of the page for more information.

Alpha
The members of Alpha team checked out the room. The Captain was clearly dead and the room was a complete mess. The most interesting thing was the fact that it appeared the Captain had been locked inside, which would explain the crude locking device. They wondered if perhaps it could have been the disease that had caused the man to go insane. They were thankful to be dressed in full NBC gear, despite the fact that it was quite uncomfortable.

''This is Alpha, we have located the Captain, dead, suicide by the looks of it, gouged his own eyes out. It also appears he may have been locked in his own room, perhaps he went insane?''

''Understood Alpha, you are to proceed at full alert, as though you are in conflict. I want you to link up with Bravo team in the sick bay.''

The members of Alpha team collected the weapons, slinging them on shoulders or the pistols were tucked into various locations on their tactical vests, uncomfortable but they couldn't be left lying around.

[OOC: no long-range communications... no communications with the Orbath Ministry of Defense, some kind of atmospheric anomaly, just communications with my battleship, and those on board the Cruise ship.]

As Alpha team was heading to sickbay, they spotted something moving down one of the hallways. It was the dog. It ran down the hallway, and around a corner.

“ Dr. Lindsay Taylor I presumed?” a slightly young but still a older gray headed man asked

“ My name is Dr. Duilio Siciliano of the Imbrinium CDC, I’m here at request of your government and my country to help you find a cure for this virus.”

“ My team is mostly military but the best we have offer your country.”

“ As soon as the rest of the BRRT lands I introduce my staff.”

“ As for the GBIRF there under military command system and I’ll let their commander introduce himself when he lands.”

As the two men walked and talked about the virus heading to the car to command center for the briefing.

"We thank you for coming. This disease is very difficult for our people to get a good fix on."

Official Statement

To the World,

It has been 2 weeks since the last reported case of the disease, and it appears as if the disease has run it's course. We have decided that the quarantine should be lifted. We thank you all for baring with us through these tough times. The total dead have been totaled, and approximately 500,000 are dead.

Dr. Duilio Siciliano would like to know if the BRRT and GBIRF can stay a week long to help with clean and further testing? The kingdom of Imbrinium Ministry of health has already approved the extra time depending on your nations reply. Please the Prime Minster has ask me to ask your government if there is anything you nation needs please feel free to ask and or hearts and prays of our nation goes out to those who lost loved ones.

OOC: sorry took so long to post had to catch up a work and I guess catch up here tonight.

Dr. Duilio Siciliano would like to know if the BRRT and GBIRF can stay a week long to help with clean and further testing? The kingdom of Imbrinium Ministry of health has already approved the extra time depending on your nations reply. Please the Prime Minster has ask me to ask your government if there is anything you nation needs please feel free to ask and or hearts and prays of our nation goes out to those who lost loved ones.

OOC: sorry took so long to post had to catch up a work and I guess catch up here tonight.

"We still have lots of work to do," said Dr. Lindsay Taylor. "We would like to find out what this was, where it started, why it stopped, and how to prevent it. from happening again, if you can. We also need your teams to help with the clean up, we still have power outages from rioting and looting, in some areas, and they do not know the situation is over. In many places there is garbage in the street, and the dead still need to be taken care off."

Dr. Lindsay Taylor " i just got off the phone with the Prime minister and he stated that my teams are your for as long as you need us. Dr. Duilio Siciliano said"

"Dr. Duilio Siciliano said " "I would like to find out where this bug came from and where it went to before i left i'd sleep better knowing i did my job to the fullest"

Dr. Lindsay Taylor " i just got off the phone with the Prime minister and he stated that my teams are your for as long as you need us. Dr. Duilio Siciliano said"

"Dr. Duilio Siciliano said " "I would like to find out where this bug came from and where it went to before i left i'd sleep better knowing i did my job to the fullest"

"Well, my department will cooperate with you to the fullest extent of our resources, just tell me what you need, and I will get it, if I can."

“Well first we need to find point of origin, where did the virus come from has it always been here? Did it jump from another animal to man, is it a biological attack? Second who where first persona infected? Young, old, mid-aged, how did it spread? For these answers we need to get deep into the infected area. Oh one last thing was there anyone who did not get sick but was exposed?” These are the questions that Dr. Duilio Siciliano said to the joint teams inside the briefing room

“Well first we need to find point of origin, where did the virus come from has it always been here? Did it jump from another animal to man, is it a biological attack? Second who where first persona infected? Young, old, mid-aged, how did it spread? For these answers we need to get deep into the infected area. Oh one last thing was there anyone who did not get sick but was exposed?” These are the questions that Dr. Duilio Siciliano said to the joint teams inside the briefing room

"Well, we have never seen this disease before. We have not yet pinned down a point of origin but we have a general area. We also do not have information on who was first infected. All we know is that it spread, and spread fast. It also caused a panic as it spread. Shortly after an area was infected, general panic usually led to a breakdown in communications. We also don't know about who was exposed but did not get sick, or if anyone has contracted the disease, but did not die. For this info, we must go into the field, we were waiting for you before going. This may be dangerous, as, depending on the source, there may be a threat of infection if we go looking for it, and those people will very likely shoot at us when we get to an infected area.