NationStates Jolt Archive

Rachel Devon sat at her station on the Drill Demon as her fellow crew mates called it. A diamond encrusted tungsten/steel drill sat at the front of the DC2200 held by an arm. Under it several tendrils with long drill pipes buzzed as they were lowered down into the ground. With enough power to drill almost 3 mile underground they had sensors that would alert the crew to the possible location of oil.

Ralkovia had been searching for oil in the Bedson-Ralkovia border region for almost a decade and nothing had been found. What a waste of money Rachel thought to herself only to be interrupted by the beeping of her computer work station. The sensor was off the meter and the platform stopped immediately."I think we hit the motherlode," she said confusing oil for metal which would have made her colleagues laugh if they weren't triple checking the data. Over 1.4 miles down was a large pit full of oil, ground penetrating radar immediately sent back a picture of a large chasm almost 150,000 ft wide and at least 4000 ft deep. Following mathematics it was deemed that any where from 500 billion to 800 billion barrels could be in this chasm.

The Ralkovian Oil Survey Project(TROSP) immediately contacted its superiors of the information. The cost of removing the amount of rock and granite was close to 3 billion dollars and the ralkovian government just healing from economic hardship was unwilling to pay the full 3 billion dollars for the project and other costs.

Thats why it contacted its friends at griffincrest who would most likely be willing help pay for the operation along with ralkovia.

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We thank you for informing us of your oil find. We are preparing to send over advisors and construction crews, and plans will be made to construct rigs immediately.

Sincerely,

Claudius Griffincrest

A message was sent back warning them to send some sort of guards. The region was full of rebels and escapees.

Of course there wuld be guards...lots of guards. Over a dozen troop ships were loaded full of Mercury APC's, Mars light tanks, Chariot MBT's and thousands of mercenaries, and shipped off to Ralkovia. The first order of business, establish a safe and employee friendly work environment...by any means necessary.

The ralkovians greeted the griffincrest personnell. The site was currently being turned into a camp. About 100 miles away a new fort was being constructed on the border. The new oil was supposed to fuel all of southern ralkovia.

Men and machines began pouring out onto the Ralkovian port as the Griffincrest banner was hoisted up onto the nearest flagpoles. The commander of the expedition, Marcellus Silverspear, made his way to the nearest Ralkovian officer.

"I am in charge of the Griffincrest deployment here. What is the situation with the civil war leftovers, and where is your commanding officer?"

"Well most of these rebels belong to the communist FPAR remenance. They are badly equipped but number in the thousands, they are adapt at desert war fare but are helicopters pretty much take care of them. I am him, Colonel Lewis Metts, and you are?"

"Marcellus Silverspear...care to show us around?"

As he spoke, armoured vehicles began hitting the streets, and mercs began moving out, setting up checkpoints and settling in for the long haul.

He nodded,"We'll be heading to the region by bullet train, don't worry the train is large enough to hold almost 80 tanks a trip. It will tank us within 130 miles of our destination."

Before long, the troops were piling into trains and on their way to the oil fields.