NationStates Jolt Archive

A woman groaned as she lay on a stone beach, the swim to the shore had been hard and she had swallowed too much salt water. Her outfit though tattered and drenched and stained with smoke and blood revealed that it was once a skirted buisness suit of somekind, perhaps coloured in purple and grey, her dark skin was punctuated with blood from several minor cuts and her white hair war matted and dyed from a scalp wound. She coughed violently untill her body shuddered and she could cough no more, it was too dark to see much of her surroundings and she had no idea where she was. To fall asleep now would be very dangerous but she was so weary, she had almost stopped kicking as she swam to the saftey of the beach almost allowed those waves to take her, but they would not take her home and she remembered that she needed to get home. Where was she, where was she last?

She tried to think but the world span. She closed her eyes and tried again. There was a plane, a small plane, it was flying somewhere, to Sarrowquand. Sarrowquand was her home! They had journeyed to another place, in secret. Something had happened on the way back, she had awoken to turbulence and smoke, to fear and chaos, the plane fell. It crashed! Then she was swimming. She had no idea where the plane was when it had crashed, the route home had been long and winding, they had planned to pass through many lands. Images swam before her and she knew that she should not have closed her eyes, things felt warm and distant and her addled thoughts driffted into disjointed fearful dreams.

(would you want to crash on the ralkovia grand island chain? I could use some of the Hiltopian villagers who live there. I wanted to RP their destruction but this could be rather interesting.)

ooc: Yeah go for it. How do you feel about other nations that we might have visited searching or getting involved?

(Go ahead, I'm fine with it. The Ralkovian Grand Islands is a few hundred miles off my major defensive fortifications. Its lush and tropical so have fun and enjoy. However you do have to contend with death guard training facilities in the area.)

ooc: Would this be like lost or something? Becasue I'm intrested in RPing a survivor.

She awoke to heavy rain still on the beach, she ached all over, her body bruised. It was hard to believe nothing was broken. Slowly she got to her feet and dragged herself forward. She could search for the plane and any other survivors later for now she wanted to get out of the rain and maybe see if she recognised anything. Her memory was a blur and she felt feverish, as she reached the top of the beach her eyes met a lush landscape and she remembered her name, Palm. That was a start, she glanced around for shelter and saw that there was a thick sprouting of trees, the ground beneath relatively dry, she hobbled over, tearing down a couple of tree leaves as she went, this would do for shelter until the rain passed.

Would anyone else still be alive? Would this place be inhabited and developed? What would she need to salvage and scavenge? Would anyone be coming to help her? She needed to get her mind in order. From here things might start to get difficult.

ooc:I think the plane would have had other passengers. It was a Fokker 70 belonging to the DoSA Sarowquand's civilian airline. So if you want to be another passenger go ahead. I've never seen any Lost though.

The downpour reached its height and passed in about twenty minutes and then it was time to move again. Palm spent a little time looking around for material to use should she ned a shelter, for food she could eat and then went down to the beach. She began to comb the area she had washed up upon hoping to find an emergency medical kit, a GSP and radio, a lighter at least. The search was a bust she found her right shoe hobbled and ruined by seawater. She tried to work out the impact of tidal forces and long shore drift on her chances of finding anything. If she searched another section further up the beach then her chances of finding something there today would improve, she was still sore fromeverything and the search had tired her, she felt a little nauscious and light headed from hunger.

The search was revealing nothing! Frustratedly Palm began to dig. Why was this so hard and confounding! Planewrecked was her brain's snarky reply. You're all alone, there's no mighty Dominion backing you right now, the relative privalege of office has been left at home, there are no chocolate bars here! Her well maintained nails had cracked from her frenzied digging and she had lingered on the beach to long, long enough for her eyes to grow accustomed to the incroaching darkness long enough to spot a canister sticking out of a clump of seaweed. Oh yes this was a good thing! Drained from her search she loped clumsily over to the canister and dragged it out of the water, the sea would not have it, she would have it; Palm realised that she was either becoming delerious or was close to hysteria from the joy of her find. She forced herself to breath deeply and slowly and opened the top compartment of the canister. As expected this contained emergency rations and after fumbling with the packet for about a minute she began to eat. It was getting dark and she opened another compartment, it contained a torch a fold up knife and a lighter. It would be difficult to move the canister of the beach but she couldn't risk leaving it. She had seen what she thought was the entrance to a small cave earlier and with her flashlight she might be able to find it she would head for the cave and rest. There she could look through the canister for medical supplies and a radio.

convoy ninety slowly sailed on a eastern path close to a small unhabit island which if anyone one was on it, could see just the tops of the ships and the convoy's helicopters as they patrolled as it moved pass

"dog one to ghost no contact,moving to six five seven"

"copy dog you moving to six five seven ghost out"

"baker to ghost retuning to change crew"

"copy baker landing to change crew"

Palm felt better for having slept a few hours and having eaten, when she awoke it was still dark so she tried to limit the amount she made use of the flash light to search through the canister. It had contained a sleeping bag in the center along with a pole that could be used as a walking stick with a emovable end that exposed a needle point allowinf it to double as a short spear for catching fish, or she supposed to help you clear up litter if your island was a mess, She wasn't sure how well she'd be able to make use of it for catching fish but the needle was detachable so some use would come of that. There was also a small medical kit more food, water pills, a hammer, tweasers and both a GPS and radio. The radio seemed to be broken somehow and she could hear nothing when she activated it even though a small light on its top claimed it was working; she tuned it to a few emergency channels and spoke into the unit's receiver but her hopes were low. The GPS was a complete loss having suffered a nasty crack along the screen that had broken the display. Palm could see on the canister that there were several dents including a large one in the lid of the compartment that had held the radio and GPS another compartment, presumably containing the canister's flare gun, had been wedged closed by a similar dent and she was unable to open it. She supposed that like her the canister had had a rough ride down to the shore, infact she should be grateful that nothing had happened to interfere with its natural bouyancy.

She lay back and began tuning the broken radio to random frequencies in the dark occaisionaly speaking into it whilst she awaited daybreak.

ooc is the radio broken,that it's only sending out weak signals or none at all ?

OOC: My character has no idea. Readers are welcome to interpret and react to it as they like. Oh wait she's not getting any sound from it though, so she won't recieve any broadcasts.

Convoy 's Flagship

"sir I'm picking up a weak signals from the small unhabit island that lay now due north west of us"said one of the crew manning the radio

"mm get me com with major smith"said the captain as he pick up a phone

"sir"answer the sailor as he hit a button in front of him


Hours later


one TLC (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/Landingcraft.jpg) slowly made it way toward a beach lowering it's ramp as it did

"reminder men no lives here, so we have no idea who sending out radio signals"said the Lieutenant to the platoon of 30 soldiers

"sir" they answer him before the ramp hit the beach and they move out into the quiet night air in silence,with their weapons at the ready

"tomcat to ghost we on shore and moving out from the beach inland" the Lieutenant radioed in a low voice back to the flagship

"copy tomcat watch yourselves out there"

Unaware how thin the illusion of seclusion on the unknown island was and quickly that isolation might be at an end Palm set out to explore her surroundings. Using the knife in her pack she had stripped some fabric from her outfit and re-stitched the pieces into makeshift booties to cover her bare feet. Even so she was reduced to a crawl as she left the cave. According to survival instruction she should have returned to the beach and built a fire or beacon of some sort but still somewhat shaken it would be several days before she would remember this fact. Instead a strange mood gripped whilst faced with this unknown tropical landscape and she decided to begin her investigation inland not knowing if she would find ruins a roadside or emptiness and harmony of an uninhibited island.

ooc: ah finally got over that flu.

point men stop an signals that he seen something

"what is it"asked the Lieutenant after moving up from the rear

"part of a plane sir" answer the soldier as he points to what could be part of the wing as the Lieutenant switched the channel on his radio while moving closer to look at the wreckage

"tomcat to ghost we find wreckage from a plane ,could be that the signal is from survivors " the Lieutenant said as he looked at marks on the metal's surface

copy tomcat keep going with your mission

"copy ghost tomcat out" answer the Lieutenant as he turn to face the Sergeant that had moved up next to him

"those marks remind you of SAM hit Tom" he asked the man as he took at look

"could be sir,"said Tom as he took out his canteen

ooc this dead ?

Palm continued to hike inland into the island, she had scouted a few signs of life, a crisp packet or two but no true signs of civilisation and she wondered if this was just global rubbish. On the up side she had recognised several edible berries and located some places for shelter. Her next plan was to head further into the hills and see if she could gain any vantage over the island.

(Ooc: whoops, this thread slipped my mind. I’ll add another IC post in about seven hours)

ooc: Would it possible for me to join as another survivor of the wreck?

ooc: Yes that's fine.

"fix swords"ordered the Lieutenant as the troops moved out while fixing their sword bayonets onto their rifles

Ghost to Tomcat ETA of recon is one hour

"copy Ghost Tomcat out"answer the Lieutenant while stepping over a fallen tree log from a old storm

"Tom start moving towards north west with your men ,while i take my lot north east"

"sir"answer Tom as he signal that half the platoon to follow him as the rest went with the Lieutenant

Ooc: If you didn't want too many more people joining, ignore this.

IC:

Sunlight warmed the face of a young McLeodian man who found himself lying face up on a beach, without a clue how he got there, or even where there was. Lifting his head off the sand he could see a long beach and nearby trees, as well as scattered pieces of debris that appeared to have washed up on the shore. He lay still for a minute trying to make sense of it, and began to run through mental exercises that came naturally to him, even though he wasn't sure why. Moving all his limbs in turn, he felt a stab of pain from his left arm, and on looking down, saw his elbow facing the wrong direction, clearly broken and apparently dislocated. Gently he rolled over, and using his right arm managed to stagger to his feet.

Disorientation took over immediately and he nearly fell over again, dropping onto one knee to keep his balance. He looked up again, squinting in the sun, trying to spot any clues as to where he was. Training kicked in as he assessed his situation. No idea where he was, why he was there. No clue as to even who he was. His head hurt, and gentle probing with his fingers found a nasty lump above his right ear. His left arm was bust and hung uselessly by his side. Legs seemed okay, just a little wobbly, probably as a result of being immersed in water for so long and the head injury. Vague mini-memories flashed back to him, he had been on a plane heading somewhere, but it hurt to try and think too hard where. His blue eyes scanned the beach, spotting a nearby section of what appeared to be fuselage, and beneath it a suitcase.

He rose up onto his feet again and hobbled towards the suitcase, now aware that he had no shoes on, and his pants were ripped up to the knee on one side. He finally reached the case, and on opening it, discovered some clothes, a small bag of mens toiletries, and a penknife. He picked out a pair of knee length camouflage shorts and a loose fitting cream coloured shirt. Changing quickly, he cut up his old shirt into strips, and used them to bind his left arm over his right shoulder in a rough sling. Pocketing the penknife he turned to look out to sea. The ocean was empty as far as he could see. He knew, but didn't know how he knew, that he needed to get to high ground to both see further, and for any form of signal to be better seen. Looking inland he spotted a series of low hills not too far away, and set off towards them, picking his way through the dense tropical jungle.

OOC: I’m glad this is picking up again: I was a little lost on what to post next, also a little lazy. More the merrier for survivors as some us will surely perish be rescued or be captured.

IC:

Palm wasn’t sure if she was imagining things, she had thought she had seen some movement in the bushes several times today. It was like she was being stalked, could it just be wild pigs or whatever this island had, or was she being toyed with.

Her sense of unease grew and strange birdcalls filled the air, she started to move cautiously along and suddenly stopped, turning quickly she thought she saw a flash of motion as something disappeared into a nearby bush. Heart in her mouth she stood still for some time counting the beats, trying to regain her nerves.

Raising her needle stick she moved cautiously towards the bush and parted branches with the pole. Sitting inside the bush was a large stone, she spun once again to see what was behind and realised that the sun was setting. She squinted part blinded by the light glancing left and right but could see nothing.

Fully unnerved she fled back towards a small sheltered piece of land she had seen earlier. There she would set up camp and hopefully rest unmolested.

He swore softly as another branch snagged on his injured arm, sending pulses of fire-like pain through his body. His head throbbed now, and he wished he had some paracetemol to take to try and clear his thoughts. The hills seemed no closer as he caught the occasional glimpse of them through rare gaps in the trees. Unusually, he hadn't even seen any signs of wildlife, let alone civilisation, which kept him on edge. What the hell was this place? Where was everyone?

SNAP

A branch snapped somewhere nearby, and the man dropped into a low crouch, instinct drawing his right hand to just below his left shoulder, reaching for something. Why had he done that? He looked around feebly for a weapon, and spotted a short length of branch, maybe around four feet long. Drawing the 'staff' close, his eyes darted through the bushes. Something black flew across a gap in the foliage some way away to his right, drawing his attention. Again, more movement off to his left. Whatever was out there, there was more than one. He heaved himself to his feet, carrying the stick in his right hand ready to lash out, and ran, flying through the jungle in a mad dash, not knowing where to go, just to keep moving.

David Croshaw crawled frokm behind the seat of the wrecked plane. "Oh, God. Where am I." He thought, reveling in the cliche. He worked his way out of the seatbelt and checked a compartment for the emergency kit. "Well, great." He thought as he looked into an empty space.

Xavier tripper woke up to the sight of foot steps all around him. He could not remember a thing all he new was some one saw him, he was left for dead, and he wanted some pie.

When he woke up again he decided to look around. Krap he said aloud and then fell over from a sharp pain in his ribs.He could remember more now but the pain was all he could think about so he slept.

[ooc: is it ok if Alanea get involved?]

A boat from the Blue Corporation arrives. The officers step onto the island to survey the situation. They look for somebody to inform them..

ooc what are you doing ?

Xavier heard something and looked up, there was a boat coming in fast so he ran away as fast as he could still nursing his left side not knowing why he ran he just did. When he got to the nearest tree he fell over from the pain and stared thinking about who he was and why he was on this island.

ooc: we were patrolling waters when we came across the scene

ooc: we were patrolling waters when we came across the scene


ooc no you didn't ,you never said anything about it or how you find out of what going on

OOC: put in a more detailed RP post Alanea, survivors introing with two line long posts isn't so bad but a big plot point like a rescue/survey boat needs a couple of paragraphs at least. Look at Imperial isa's intro post, their's was fairly good.

ooc: yes i was just making sure i was allowed to enter first XD will enter rp now~

The Blue Corporation has been on tighter patrols after the Battlehawk cruise ship incident. They also came better-armed and better-prepared for conflict, should the moment arise. Four men, all graduates from the Johnson Blue Corp. Academy, looked on a man stumbling towards a tree. He looked injured. Gilo, the officer driving the boat, used his binoculars and saw others looking distressed. He then released a radio transmission to see if anyone could hear them...

THIS IS THE ALANEAN BLUE CORPORATION. IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS TRANSMISSION PLEASE RESPOND. RESCUE SERVICES ARE WITHIN YOUR REACH. PLEASE RESPOND

ooc mm i don't know

ic

A FI-24 (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/FI-24Viper.jpg)Viper flys over the island taking Digital images of it which were relayed to the Lieutenant and Tom PDAs

"mm there weckage here and here"said the Lieutenant as he talked to one of the soldier with as he

"Tom we are going to check out some weckage that lay in our path you keep on yours" Radios the Lieutenant

Xavier was looking at this ship and wondering if it was real or not. He could not quite tell. So far he could remember that his name was xavier he was on his way home and he woke up on an island, still some parts missing but he thought it was a good start. He did not want to be seen so he took a branch from a tree and hid.(not very well)

The officers came onto the island's shore. Unsure as to whether this was a hostile island or not, they had their T-Gs ready. Gilo spotted the man trying to hide behind a branch. He jogged towards the man. 'Do you want a first aid kit for that, sir?'

A light mist gripped the hills as the sun rose.

Palm awoke gripped by the onset of a fever; she writhed feeling too hot, too clammy. Everything was to close; she needed to get out, get some water. She pushed out of her little camp and staggered towards a small pool of water. Her objective shifted in and out of focus and she fell at the shallow edge and began to lap up water and rinse her body.

……………………………………………………………………………………......

Meanwhile in the Dominion of Sarrowquand

At least two days had passed since the DoSA Fokker had gone missing but no formally report had been filed to the Department of Transport. DoSA had reported that they had been out of contact with a regional airliner operating outside of the Dominion’s regional fly zone but the reports had been directed to the Ministry of Minor Affairs which had then forwarded two copies of incoming reports, one to the Department Of Ocean Management and one to First Town, Sarrowquand City, the office of the First Speaker, and the desk of Edmund Edison Grey 1.

Edmund looked over the scant information and considered how best to deal with the situation. The report was marked as for his eyes only so he should be able to make a move whilst still keeping the downed plane and its passengers a secret, the fact that there were international passengers entangled within this mess was a cause for complication. The area that the plane had been lost in was fairly large and outside the jurisdiction of the Dominion Air Initiative, deploying military rescue units to the area would raise eyebrows from the start. There were some captains in the Dominion navy that he trusted were loyal enough to the office of the First Speaker to respond to an order from him rather then their normal chain of command without reporting the incident but none were close enough to the scene.

It would have to be a Warden Rescue group but the question was could they get out there fast enough to conduct a useful search of the area; at any rate he had to try, he desperately wanted that passenger back.

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Grey City, Grey: The city of Bureaucrats, within a darkened room a single figure sat face illuminated by a computer monitor smirking as they read the report. With a flick of their mouse pointer they opened up a program that would relay a prewritten order to a Dominion navy search vessel, normally such a ship would be at least a week away but fortunately it was in fact sheltered in a nearby the island hidden outside of Ralkovian waters and could reach its destination within a day and a half.

Why not i just want to get home

'Where did you come from?' Gilo asks him. 'We can take you back if we have an embassy for your nation.'

He then looked on at a woman drinking water from a pool.

'Lady!' he shouted, 'It's not advised that you drink that. We have safe drinking water on our boat. Robin, get the lady something to drink, would you?'

Gilo began to work on Xavier's injuries. He asked if anybody knew how many people were on the island...

ooc Alanea Sarrowquand never said anything about your poeple or boat ,there for she no where near you

ooc: ok i don't know how big this island is! apologies ~

The Juan de la Cierva was an odd-looking ship, an old merchant steamer with the aft cargo derricks replaced by a short wooden flight deck, where a squat and ugly Skycrane helicopter was tied down.

"Wreckage in the water!" the cry came up from a sailor on the foredeck.

"Signal all stop," the Captain ordered. "First Officer to the bridge." He stepped out of the wheelhouse onto the open bridge as the ship slowed lazily. Leaning over the rail, he could just see what the sailor was pointing at, a piece of wood the size of a tabletop, with part of a number on it.

"Is that a five?" he asked the the First Officer, who had appeared at his side.

"Can't say for sure. Even if it is, it doesn't tell us much."

The Captain brought up his binoculars and scanned the horizon. Then he walked through the wheelhouse and did the same thing on the other side. As he re-entered the wheelhouse, he almost collided with the First Officer who was following him at a leisurely pace. "Anything on radar?"

"Just some clutter, east by southeast. There's an island on the chart but no features."

"How up-to-date is the chart?" the Captain asked, not much caring about the answer. The Cierva was leased to Standard Oil of Fatatatutti and any land mass not containing oil was of little interest.

"Shall we lower a boat?" the First Officer asked, casually.

The Captain paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Radio headquarters, 'Wreckage found,' and the location. Make a note in the log, too. Helm, signal ahead two-thirds. Maintain course." He left the bridge abruptly and headed for the mess room for a cup of coffee.

I came from Ursava but i dont think its safe

Gilo and his crew are about to leave the island. They offer to take Xavier to Alanea, if he so wishes. The Blue Corp. must return to serve their nation in an up-and-coming invasion..

why not he said as he climbed aboard the ship ready to get on with his life.

OOC: Disregard this if I cant get in the game

Giovanni looks over at Raulf
the radio cracks over the sound of the rotorblades of rickety rusty bodied helicopter

*How many do we have in the hold?*
*4 DeadBoys just out of Jump School, gonna give 'em a practice jump near the Ralkovian Islands Border, we gottza leave 'em there for 2 days, let them get used to surviving in the water after a jump*

In the Cargo Hold

Roz Fischer looks across the Hold at his best freind Alexander Ricter, seeing for the first time how they all looked in there new uniforms. All black, with no regards to camoflauge. He adjusts his Metal Helmet, If you could call it that, more like a Bowl that his mother would cook something in he thought. He was a DeadBoy now though his life didnt matter anymore, he was to serve his Country. He was conscripted at the age of 16, something he didnt mind as he was very religious, and proud to die for his Nation knowing one day he would rise up as the dead and protect his nation once again (Religious beliefs [For those wondering]). He didnt care to much for the rest of his squad, Baxter, and Richie.

Cockpit

!Beep Beep Beep!

Giovanni looks down at the panel
*What in the heck!?*
*The Fuel Pump isnt pushing it through like it should!*
*This thing was maintenenced right before we left!*
*Looks like those sorry b*st*rds couldnt tell a fuel pump from there own co-*
*Were losing atlitude fast! Were going to have to crashland!*

!8000 Feet and falling fast.. 7000!

Raul looks over at Giovanni
*I hope this rust bucket holds together!*
*Dont we all*
*Laughter*

[Once again Religion is important in our country, Death being its main focus]

Back in the Hold

Roz looks around around the best he could, everything seems to be just a blur. Over the sounds of screaming (His included) he can hear laughter coming from the cockpit. "What kind of sickos are flying this bucket!?!" He looks to the right just in time to see a DB-1 (Think M-1 Garand [Nation is still fairly poor]) Standard Issue Gun smack him right in the face.

Bodies
Gear scattered around
Fire
Blackness
Wet


Roz rolls over looking at the ground around him. Nothing.. None of his gear, none of his squad.. nothing but him, his Uniform, Helmet, and Waterlogged DB-1 with 2, 5 round clips.

How did I get here he wonders.. Where did we crash? What about the others?


Elsewhere


Laughter continues

Hahaha, man look at his face! Giovanni says
Yeah, he looks terrified, haha! Raulf inputs
Yeah... but, Hes not dead.. Richie murmurs
-Group Silence-

The man awoke in a dark cave, daylight streaming in through the entrance. His head still hurt, and his good arm was covered in scratches from the branches of trees he had flown past during his run yesterday. He stretched his muscles gently, working out the cramp of sleep. He was hungry now, and needed water. Heading for high ground had been a great idea, but he had yet to find anything that looked even remotely edible, nor had he even found running water. If he could find a river he could use a stick sharpened to a point to fish with, and drink the water if it looked clean enough.

That had to be his priority now, not rescue. No point in being found if all his rescuers found was a corpse. He leaned on his stick to help him down a steep slope, and set off in search of water in the hills.

OOC can i RP another person now that was over king of fast

"take five" said Tom as signals his men to stop for a rest

"a pain that the signal gone"said one of the solider as he sits down with his back to a tree while another took out his canteen

"we are close to nearing where the CP boys thinks if was caming from" Tom said as he gose over the photos in the PDA after radioing the Lieutenant

Karla woke up still in her plane seat.WTF she said and started to climb out. She was tired, she needed food and water. Her clothes were all torn up. "Shit. She needed to go some were.

ooc huh