NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Friend's nation coming to world stage. Open to comment.
IC:

BN24 Newsroom

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"Good Evening, I'm Salma Rickman."
"...And I'm Ben Mewes, Our top story tonight, Five years ago, a scouting party of the BSF was sent to a previously undiscovered island, but contact was lost with them after only a week." Ben explained grimly.
"But now three of them have returned," Exclaimed Salma, "We hand you now to Linda Redwood for the story."


Burtistan’s Government House

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"Hello, I'm Linda Redwood, reporting from Burtistan's Government House. What has happened is quite extraordinary, Five years ago, almost to this day, nine members of the Burtilana Special Forces landed on an uncharted island in the North Pacific. Yet all contact was lost with them after only a week. All are apparently alive and well, and three are back with us today. Their Limousine is just pulling up now. Those back with us today are Josh Qatar, Fran Rushdie, and their commander Ostend Stanmore. In an intimate interview I had with them earlier, they told me their amazing story.
"The island is not uninhabited as first thought, a civilization there call the lands The Dominion of Jerval. It is ruled over by a figure called Kane Jerval, his family have ruled since the end of the last Great War.
"It was thought to be uninhabited by man because this population live in vast underground cities. Qatar described it as an "entirely parallel world."
She looked around as the soldiers get out of the limousine and walk into Burtistan's Government House.
"They were captured and treated like prisoners for the first few months, but with no proper long term prison cells, due to the society not needing them, they gradually became integrated with that world, learning the language and their customs.
"The men claim that the others stayed behind, to continue their learning. And that these three were allowed to leave to be envoys for Jerval. The nation now feels it is time once again to come to the world stage.
"They apparently lost contact with the outside world during World War 2, it was a top secret military installation of the allies, but suffered heavy Axis bombing, their communication array was destroyed, and those on the island were presumed dead. No one had ventured on to the island since then. Fran Rushdie explained that her comrades were helping the people of Jerval to build a communication system, and that the leader wishes to meet with ours.
“That is all from me for now, you can watch the full interview with the soldiers on the BN24 website, back to the studio!”


BN24 Newsroom

“Thank you Linda,” Said Ben, “As she said, you can now watch the full interview at BN24.co.bu/jerval”
“Now, our next story,” Salma continued, “An Unknown Freighter Sunk by Commonwealth of the Free United States, a report suggests it contained several tonnes of illegal drugs....”

OOC: next post shall be the meeting between the soldiers and my leaders.

Inside Government House

The three soldiers were led into a small conference room, with a large coffee table, and large comfy looking chairs around it. They sat down. A moment later, the Vice-President, Matthew Sutton, entered the room, he walked over to each soldier, and shook their hands.
"Hello Sir, I am Ostend Stanmore."
"Hi, I'm Josh Qatar"
"Hello Sir, and I am Fran Rushdie, plesure to meet you"
"Hello all, I am the Vice-President, Matthew Sutton, sorry the President isn't here, he is currently abroad on business. So, shall we get down to it?"
Ostend sipped on a coffee that was laid before him, "Yes, let's, It is quite simple, Kane Jerval wishes to meet with one of our leaders, as soon as possible. They are a reletively civilised bunch, and we have learnt plenty from them, we all speak the language, and we have began teaching them English."
"Why did the others not come back?"
"They are teaching them English, and helping to construct a communications array." explained Fran.
"I strongly suggest you meet him Sir, they could become powerful allies, they have grown their technology completely without outside influence, it is simply unique, and with talks we have had with them, they seem pretty intent on coming to the world stage once more, and wish to stand by our side." Explained Ostend.
"We believe it is because we have shown such interest and compassion, they took us as prisoners, we went with dignity and courage, into an unknown world, and over time, we became them, we have shown understanding, and I know, personally, that most of Burtilana is like this. We are the kind of people they want to help them." continued Qatar.
"Hmm..." Matthew thought, "So we would gain an ally and new technology, what do they gain?"
"Our technology, our alliance, and, I suppose, with them being small, and with no enemies in the last 60 odd years, assistance in building a more functional army. They have awesome foot soldiers, but without the space to manufacture in, their armour is non exsistant! They had autopsied our helicopter though, and less then five years later, they have several replicas." emphasised Stanmore.
"Hmm OK, I am convinced, we shall leave in a couple of days, get some rest, and I shall inform Burte." Matthew got up and left the room, his tea was untouched. The soldiers soon followed suit, they were ushered out by caretakers in the building.

Mouth of Burtilana Port

A black limousine pulled up next to a gangplank, out stepped Matthew Sutton and his personal bodyguard, Bernie. Moments later, a black people carrier pulled up behind the limo, and the three soldiers stepped out. They all shook hands and walked up the gangplank onto the waiting vessel. It was a military transport ship, with its full fighting force onboard. They hoped to be there inside two days. A BN24 newscrew were also to go with them.
"I hope we will be ok." remarked Matthew
"Of course Sir, these are the BSF, they won't go against the state." replied his guard.
"They may have been brainwashed, they were there 5 years!"
"I doubt it Sir, the BSF have the strongest minds and willpower in all of Burtilana, they have weekly training, you know that!"
"I hope your right Bernie."
after an hour, the ship set sail, the filmcrew filming its depature from the docks. their helicopter would land them on the vessel in a while.

South Coast of Jerval

The landing craft had finally arrived, stopping as close as she could get, the news crew flew to the island, filming the men below in dinghys. After a few minutes, the dinghys were on the dry sand, and the five men were standing, distant from each other, looking into the island.
Fran called out in Jerval tongue,
"Hello, My friends, We are back!"

In response to the landing party stood ready six men, wearing what appears to be a powered armour and raiment’s. Each holding in there left hand, A large tower shield, formed from a clear material of unknown origin. In the right was held a distinctly odd shaped cattle prod type device. “Greetings outlander” A large figure steps forward speaking in his native tongue whilst shielding his eyes from the sunlight. His face and eyes can only be described by, pale as the grave. “We have eagerly awaited your return, A feast is prepaid for you in the halls below. Your Journalists will stay up here and will not be permitted within our facilities.” A frown crosses his face as he glances over to the helicopter. Awaiting response.

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Bernie called over a radio, and ordered teh helicopter to land back on the ship.
Matthew spoke, with Ostend translating.
"Hello Friend, I am Matthew Sutton, Vice-President of the USSB. Shall we do greetings here, are back at your city?"
He was slightly confused, from what he could see of the island, it looked desolate, as if it had no human inhabitants.
"Where are the cities? the people?" he asked.
whilst they were talking, Josh Qatar and Fran Rushdie went up to the other Jerval me to greet them, and to catch up quick.

(OOC: Nil, Ill talk to my housemate, when he wakes up, the dudes always drunk or sleeping!)

(OOC: Actually i was down the pub drunk, not asleep... (cougth), should be fine :D)

“Our halls await bellow this plane….” His voice stern and emotionless.
“You can greet Kane himself, come, follow!”
“Troop! Onward! March!”
With this note the men refrain all social interactions and about turn in a machine like manor, and walk perfectly in sync back into the under growth lining the edge of the sandy beach. The Commander waits paitently for the responce ready to follow suit behind the USSB personnel.

"Plane?" questioned Matthew
"What they call their levels Sir, This is Plane Zero, as we go higher, that becomes Plane Sub-One, Sub-Two, etc, and as we get further down, to where their cities lay, it becomes Plane One, Plane Two, etc" Explained Fran
"Remember Sir, they are not like us, their society is very different to ours, they have had no outside interaction since World War 2, Kane is a dictator, and uses mind control techniques, but they are a happy people, work hard, live well and are very clever."
"why are they all so pale?" He continued to ask
"Because they live underground Sir, very few venture to this plane regularly, so they lack the vitimins from sunlight, they use artificial lighting all the time."

Eventually after a good twenty minutes or so, the forest gives way to a rock face, erected from the face stood a small and heavily weathered entrance to what appears to be an old disused bunker.

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Upon entering the doorway the flickering overhead fluorescents, strong smell of damp and sound of water dripping are almost overpowering. One of the Armoured personnel glances back to the guests “Watch your footing”. It isn’t long before the corridor widens to a large cog shaped vault door. The underground passage is flooded with the sound of ancient machinery, as several motors fire up and the entrance slowly gives way. Dust begins to fall from above and light begins to creep around the doors silhouette. Before them stood a large hallway, with many personnel all facing toward a large projected image standing at a podium. A voice echoes over the local P.A. system….

“My children… what is your directive?”

In response every one in the room, including the men that had greeted Matthew, bellow out….

"Peace through power, Power with faith, Faith in government!"

"As I said Sir, very different soceity." remarked Fran
They followed the armoured personnel through the large entrance. As soon as they walked through the large door, it became apparent to Matthew and Bernie the magnitude of Jerval's solitude, their technology, their methods, even the way the Jervali people looked, was almost entirely different to the rest of the world. They had indeed evolved and grown in a very different way during the last 6 decades.
Everything still had a 1940s look and feel to it.
"This is surreal!" Exclaimed Bernie
"You can say that again." replied Matthew.
Once the prjection had finished, the BSF soldiers once again wondered off, mingling in with the crowds, talking and joking with them as they busied themselves about their various concerns. Most surely had no idea of the grand banquet, the feast, or the meeting of two worlds.

After some time Mathew had been lead deeper within the Network of tunnels that had a labyrinth essence about them as all orientation was lost and radio waves and GPS signals become scrambled.
It seemed second nature to the BSF personnel however, who had adapted to the surroundings remarkably well. It wasn’t long before they were at the entrance to the Halls of Jerval and two large stainless steel doors Decorated with exquisite workmanship, depicting two Armoured personnel both bearing spears defending these doors against several hellish beings. The BSF troops know these creatures well and the lore behind them. Large machinery is heard once more as the doors give way to reveal a huge hallway with several people scurrying about two and through carrying plates and large covered silver platens. A skinny and slightly hunched figure approaches. “Welcome, Kane will be with you shortly. May I take your coats and show you to the table?”

The men are lead on further down the hallway and then through some doors to there left. Before them stretches out a large room, with a table large enough to seat about twenty people at once. The table covered with palters, the smell of roast pork emitting from them. At each seat can be found highly polished silverware, with a mirror like finish and plates to match. The Glasses Look to be calved out of ice as they glimmer in the light cast by the grand chandeliers above. After taking a seat only then did the wall hangings come to Mathew’s attention. From each corner hung a large black flag, depicting three luminescent green snakes coiled about each other. The national flag of Jerval. As the men sit waiting for there host to arrive they cannot help but overhear the P.A. systems messages occurring outside of the dwelling. “A code four curfew is now in effect, All code four personnel are to return to there quarters.” The awkward silence is broken as the doors open and Kane walks in.
“Ahh Mathew is it not? I am Kane. I have been waiting for this moment….”
His voice deep and penetrating. As he walks further into the room it becomes apparent that he is dressed in bright red robes, much like the ancient Romans once did. His face gave away his young age (28years) and the scar upon it the hardships he has faced.

"That is correct, I am Matthew Sutton, Vice-President of the United Socialist States of Burtilana, pleasure to meet you Sir."
He spoke, standing up, he turned to face Kane, after introducing himself he held his hand out to shake with Kane.
Bernie quietly turns to a Jervali next to him.
"Excuse me, what is a code four curfew?"

Kane’s right hand stretches out in front to meet Matthews, "A pleasure to meet you. I would hope you bring more details on your country’s interests?" He takes a seat. "After all, I am a busy man." His manners absent, getting directly to the point. At this point the Jervali quietly replies to Bernie’s question. "A code four curfew is the women and children. It means they are at risk. Possibly another dragon in the complex. Happens all do often." The two countries meeting would continue for several hours before concluding decisions were made.