NationStates Jolt Archive

Xiahou was flying over vast beautiful land as he came across a natural harbour. The sea was crystal clear as he a ship was just starting to make the outline. He expanded the radar signal as he quickly tapped into the intercom and radio home.

"Gold Leader to Home Base, come in Home Base," started Xiahou into the intercom.

He waited a moment before a voice came over the intercom.

"Home Base to Gold Leader, we just got your answer, got any idea how early it is?" replied the voice as Xiahou watched the sun started to rise beyond the ocean.

"Sorry but I need to talk to RJ," came Xiahou again as he buzzed around the coastline.

"RJ here, what's up Xiahou? You haven't be gone a month and you're coming home why?" asked Ranakin.

"You radio me about Lynion being under attack!" replied Xiahou as the ship started to come closer to him.

"The rebellion has being settled but we never called you," stated Ranakin with a slight hint of worry in his tone. "Listen, find an airport and land,"

"Calm down," ordered Xiahou before taking a deep breath. "Hmmm... could it possibly be an attempt to divide the kingdom before conquering it?"

"Err... wouldn't be possible. Lee just got back with the bulk of the forces and now we're well protected unless..." started Ranakin with more worry this time.

"Unless...?"

"Unless someone wanted you dead?" questioned Ranakin. "Listen, find a nation, land and then call me again so I can arrange for someone to pick you up,"

Just as Xiahou was going to be answered, the missile lock sounded. He looked down at the radar as a missile was coming directly towards him. Xiahou changed course and darted into the hills before going back to the intercom.

"Raymond, I got a missile all over my tail and I can't shake it," shouted Xiahou as it came closer. "I'm going to send out an SOS and pray that someone will pick it up,"

"Xiahou...don't die on me," pleded Ranakin before the intercom changed to all frequencies.

"This is Prince Xiahou of the Kingdom of Lynion," started Xiahou as the missile came closer before exploding in the back and sending him towards the Earth at a high speed. "I've being shot down by a missile and I'm..."

The intercom suddenly stopped right there as the Dingo Fighter Jet crashed into a dense jungle causing the plane to slide along, lose its wings and then finally stops after being thrown into a massive gum tree. Xiahou was bearly alive as he sent up two red flares to mark his position.

"...the flares...I'm...under the flares...someone...please help me..." pleded Xiahou before he collasped in his seat and fell deeply in a minor coma.

His life spun around him as he closed his eyes gently before going into the coma. His only chance is friendly people find him and save him or he would face dying in a foreign nation and leaving his only family behind.

OOC: So basically, I'm asking for someone to find Xiahou. It can go either way and he can be killed if his conditions becomes worse and eventually dies or the nation that finds Xiahou can keep him alive and send him back. However, Lynion Forces do not know the current position of Xiahou because the intercom blocked Lynion's Frequency Channel.

Dragon's Ridege air base:

Commander Dragonborn entered the command center, he looked around at his officers, "4 AM.... okay people, what the hell is so important? I was hoping to get at least a little shut eye." An officer looked back, air-craft in our region, it disappeared abou ten minutes ago. We got a pretty mangled message, we're trying to sort it out now. Sounded like a distress call." The commander straightened up when he heard this, "Deploy helicopters to the last location, comb the area well. This may be an attack on our soil or it may be someone who crashed." Everyone nodded, another officer looked back, "Sir, listen to this." He pressed a button on his console, "This is prin*** King*** Ly*****n. Shot***** missle and I'm*****" The commander nodded, "Send five helicopters to last known coords...." The officer nodded, "Up north near the mountains sir, there's a jungle area up there." The commander nodded again, "Tell that to the recovery teams, not me."

On the airfield, three transport helicopters loaded with men took off to the coordinates provided to them. Two attack helicopters followed close behind. The mission, find whatever crashed and bring it back. Simple enough, but this was the first time Dragon's Ridge had been called in. Dragonborn would spend the next two hours giving the council the news and suggestions.