NationStates Jolt Archive

On the deck of the ANSCG Truth, August 4th, 2065, 2:29 PM

"...Captain, no bogeys in sight." Wilkinson said.
"Good, keep your eye on the radar. I don't want to jeopardize this mission"
"Aye aye sir! You heard him boys, keep active." shouted Wilkinson.

Wilkinson was a stubborn man, but he kept loyal to his superiors.
He was always bullying the inferior and treated them like dirt.
He believed that strict behavior to the inferior would toughen them up
and help them get ready to take on harder positions on the ship

But the captain, Briggs Hamilton, disagreed with his belief. He believed that
teamwork and support of his men proved more superior than to punish them.
He was a good leader, always listening to his men and
keeping them satisfied, but worked hard to protect them and his country.

August 4th, 2065, 9:34 AM

Hamilton was dressing in his usual garments, getting ready for
bed, when all of a sudden he heard a beep call. The call came from the
radar deck. He knew something came up, he switched back to his Premier
robes and hat.

"What's going on? Who sent that call??" asked Briggs Hamilton
"Sir, it appears we are being halted. Our communications and radar
technologies have been faulted." said one of the technicians.
"Send some engineers to fix the antennas and cables." commanded Hamilton
"But sir, they're fine, see? The green light emitting means that the machines
are working properly. But we can't pick up a signal anywhere."
"Contact ASNCG Station 4736. Ask for a signal link." said Hamilton.
"Yes sir" replied the technician.

"It seems we can't host a contact with them either." said the technician.
"Im afraid we are lost at sea, Captain."
"Never state such a fallacious claim! How dare you talk to me as such!" howled Hamilton.
"I apologize for my irregular behavior my Captain." excused the technician.
The captain walked away commanding the rest of the technicians to try to
find a signal to use. But no signal was ever found.


The following morning, August 5th, 2065, 8:38 AM

The captain staged a meeting in the cafeteria of the Truth.
He explained with the sailors of the ship the situation
regarding the communications department of the ship.
He warned that the Truth would be vulnerable to attack
from any ship, and it's the sailors jobs to protect her.

After Hamilton delivered his heed to the sailors, he walked back up to his
quarters, summarizing a plan to bring the ship back to Asiom. Instead he
found a more preferable solution.

Briggs Hamilton spent his entire life on the sea, catching waves and
discovering new places. His keen sense of bravery and determination
are what brought him to his esteemed ran as Premier Captain.

The Island of Gastfara, as it came to be known, was an abandoned port island
located just 223 miles off the Asiom Coast. It was relatively small in
population, but chartered a consumable tract of land. It could station a
airstrip in the central part of the island, and host up to 6 ports in its warm
beds. Briggs Hamilton remembered the island when he first traveled in the
ANSCG Watcher back in 2021. The island even had an abandoned
intercom link depot where he could contact the nearest
ANSCG station and ask for help. He could visualize the beautiful women,
the tropical beaches, it's beautiful landscape, and lush central ground plain.
His decision was made, he would anchor the ship not too far from the island and
send 4 escort ships to scout the area.

2 days and nights later, August 6th, 2065, 5:09 AM

Hamilton managed to locate the island. He scoped the seas with the 40x
telescopic lenses. He found a relic map, stored in his safe. He set the
coordinates in his computer and sent it through the technicians (radar)
deck through the internal network cables. The coordinates were set and
they were ready to go.

That afternoon, August 6th, 2065, 3:07 PM

The Truth anchored it's 2 anchors at the reef and dropped 4
Windsor-class escort ships at the surface, each loaded with 6 sailors,
4 of whom were armed with basic G36C's. One sailor was to record the
things they saw in the island, while 1 stayed behind and guarded the ship.
The first 3 landed in the front while 2 landed in the left and right. The last escort ship
would stay behind, patrolling the high seas for any suspicious activity.
Their objectives: explore the island and find the abandoned intercom link
station.

Later...

All 5 of the escort ships came back, all unharmed. They brought back
reports of plentiful food, rich water, cascading plants, and tropical climate.
All perfect attributes to maintain a supply depot for Asiom. They also
located the abandoned station. Hamilton drank his coffee.

The reports brought joy to him. He ordered more Windsor-class ships into
the dilapidated harbor of Gastfara, and set out to bring more soldiers
into the island, with the goal of colonizing the island and admitting it as a
colony of Asiom. The colony would have it's own ruling body, it's own militia,
with the support of Asiom's military. The colony would be more of an
independent republic in the wastelands of the sea, but with the full
allegiance of the Republic of Asiom.

"Asiom will be pleased." smirked Hamilton.