NationStates Jolt Archive

( atop the corporate Hq of the Raven corporation... Willink, Terra City)

The clouds of a nearby thunder storm had only threatened to rear their ugly heads at the building where death was an everyday money making operation. But like most the clouds turn and ran away. In the distance a single spec of an object came over the horizon of buildings, heading to the exact location of the small three man team now standing by a landing platform. The team members knew quite well what it was and knew where it was going to take them. As the spec got closer one cloud clear see it was an Orca dropship, this particular model however had no visible weapons and was painted in none coma-colors with the raven insignia on either side of the hull.

As the dropship came over the top of the platform its engines slowly turned downwards and decreased in power , allowing it to land on the platform where the team was now shielding their eyes from flying gravel and sand. The dropship touched down gracefully and softly but at the expense of turning the platform red hot under the engines exhaust ports. The back door slowly opened with a dull hissing sound as the hydraulics came to life. Within the dropship it was plush with small luxuries; not for the team but for any guests that would be invited on board.

As the team boarded the craft they took their seats on the sides and began going about different tasks of different origin, one was making calls to different locations to give a report, another was typing up notes, and the last one decided to get some rest as the trip would be awhile. They had all gone over the report on the nation of Kkrieger, it was a strong conservative nation with strong christian views and principles. It was also very militaristic in nature. the team knew it would need to accomplish its mission this way before other actions would be needed.

As the dropship took full flight through the air, the pilot placed it on auto-pilot and laid his head back to get some sleep. But before dosing off he called out over the intercom..

" Our trip will be over in 5 hours, if your tired nows your chance to get some sleep."

The two members who where doing other tasks looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and took a nap. The one member who started to sleep first was by this time well asleep and was undisturbed by the announcement.

The trip was long but it only seemed like a few minutes as the men where awakened by the auto-pilots warning at it approaching the location. The pilot stretched and took the controls back from the computer and called into the Kkriegerian air traffic control for landing coordinates.....

" This is Raven corps aerial vessel ID: CORP-REP7 requesting landing coordinates... over"

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It was a corridor like no other. On either side sat high walls made from the strongest of granite over nearly two feet of steel. With a little bit of luck, it could withstand a hit from a small bomb. In fact, the entire building probably could, as the superstructure consisted mainly of titanium bracings over steel-backed concrete. Really, the granite walls and the ceramic tiles were purely for decoration. They were good for one thing, though, and that was allowing all noises to echo, as was the case of the rapid footsteps of a winded messenger as he made his way down the decorative corridor.

Toward the end, there sat a large wooden door, and on the other end, the office of the supervisor of the Department of Aerospace Monitoring, Logistics, and Defense, Luther Xavier. The messenger, already winded from the long run, pushed against the heavy door, which begrudgingly opened with a loud groan as the hinges were stressed. Finally, after a little exertion, the door opened enough for him to slip inside. He stood at attention and saluted. After a minute or two, Luther returned the salute.

“At ease,” he told the young messenger, who relaxed a little. “What message do you bring?”

“Sir, it appears that one of our RADAR chambers has picked up some bizarre signatures. We believe them to be of Raven Corps. origin,” the messenger answered without delay.

Luther stroked his chin. He had been there when the Kkreigerian government denied Raven Corps. all rights to do business within Kkreiger’s borders, and he did say that it was a decision they would surely regret. He didn’t think that they would be serious in their threats. Still, there was a severe lack of sufficient evidence to support his theory of Raven Corps. resorting to hostile measures, but it paid to be on his toes.

“Take word to the Government; let them know about this discovery. I fear the worst,” he said grimly. The messenger bowed in compliance, accepted the message and set out. Luther slumped back into his chair and took a long sip of brandy. Something deep down told him that things were about to get wildly out of hand, and that praying for the best might not be enough.

" This is Raven corps aerial vessel ID: CORP-REP7 requesting landing coordinates... over. " the pilot called out over the air-waves once again hoping a sign of life would came back on the other end.

The pilot was under direct orders not to intrude into the nations air-space to far, less they may become hostile. Had the pilots occupants been SF troopers he would have continued inward with reckless abandon. but as the case was he had sentient workers onboard and their live had value.

The Representives on board where getting anxious as they heard the pilot call out againt for landing instructions. One got on her phone and called back to the HQ and was patched through to Colderons Office....

" The target nation has not replied with landing coordinates... I seriously doubt they will either. I recommend you redirect the fleet already deployed to the Blackhelm location and redirect to the secondary Target nation."

Colderon on the other side was considering the option. Without response he hung up the phone and then dialed a new number, one that would direct him to the nations governing body... the same one that refused to give over the right....

As the phone rang he typed a message to the Fleet now passing close by the nation of Kkreiger... the message read:


Alert: Level 10
Attention: Sec. Admiral on duty

Re-direct all vessels and assets to new location. New location is the nation of Kkreiger. Permission to use Raven Sat. Assets to gain tactical knowlege of required resources and terrain.

Luanch operations at next order....