NationStates Jolt Archive

Mishuzuon sighed as he gazed up at the moon from the outside of his home. He tucked his arms within the opposite's sleeve and quietly puffed his pipe. He was in his late 30's now, the son of the American Marine who, during the discovery of Akusaigo by the United States Marines, stayed back. He later had Mishuzuon with a young woman who worked at a local inn in the town the Marine, Carl Michaels, had come to call home. The girl was utterly infatuated with Carl, and even though they were worlds apart both in age and in race they found love and had Mishzuon.

He wished they hadn't. He found only sanctuary in his mother and father's love. He was treated as an outsider despite being a mix between their own and an American they had come to fondly accept and treat as their own. He grew up alone, but in some ways this benefited him. He practiced, day and night, Bushido and trained himself to become Samurai. He had seen these intimidating men often when he went to the market. They were feared and respected by all. Shop Keepers often stopped everything they were doing to bow their heads in respect to these warriors of daiymo.

By the time he was in his mid 20's, Mishzuon lost Carl to disease and things simply went down hill from there. Before he had died, Carl had to teach Mishzuon everything he needed about the western equipment he was in charge of maintaining for the daiymo himself. As honorable a position as this was, Mishzuon had more recently come to find it unsatisfying despite the pleasantness his father had gone about it for his many years.

There was one piece of equipment his father entrusted to him that was to be maintained at all times. The radio. His father had told him that one day, when a foreign enemy much more powerful than the Samurai themselves came to find Akusaigo as he and the Marines did, they would not be so merciful. He told him the radio would be the key for their survival should they face invasion.

As of late, the recent rumors that the daiymo, gifted with the great ability of foresight, had predicted an imminent threat to their people had alarmed Mishzuon somewhat. His Akusaigan side told him that his people were in danger, and soon his time to shine would come when the radio and his equipment stores would become imperative. But his American side told him that it was time to take matters into his own hands. That he needed to call for aid first, before it was too late. The mix of the two told him that in order to save lives, now was the time to call for the outside world.

He quickly rushed out back to the large building next to the small shrine in his yard. The storehouse. He slid open the door and stepped inside stumbling within, guided by the moonlight, to the table off to the side. There in all its dusty glory, was.

He grabbed hold of the headset and flicked on the power, glad that, in the dead silence of the night, he could hear the machinery spring to life. With a few switch flips and dial turns he grabbed hold of the microphone on the table and clicked a button on it, holding it down.

"This is Mishzuon of Akusaigo Island broadcasting on an open channel. I repeat Broadcasting on an open channel in Akusaigo. If you can hear me, please reply, over."

He sat there, his brow sweating furiously as his heart pumped. Had anyone heard...?

((Is this modern tech?))

((They're a pre-industrial society with a small amount of Civil War era weapons (Winchester and Colt Peacekeeper for example as well as a few M1 Garands from WWII) located in the modern tech world. They've been isolated and remained untouched by the modern world))

((Excellent. Thank you.))

"This is Mishzuon of Akusaigo Island broadcasting on an open channel. I repeat Broadcasting on an open channel in Akusaigo. If you can hear me, please reply, over..."

Captain Elva S'zar was straightened in her chair and fixed her drooping cap back onto her head, listening carefully to the crackly message. A short, flame-haired girl, and one of few female captains in the Ravean grand fleet, she commanded the medium-sized De Zeven Provinciën-class stealth frigate Sabalan, an experimental development incorporating the relatively new technology effectively into ships. Sabalan was far from home, presently on an international mission coordinated by the Ravean Grand Fleet to search for modern pirates.

Even though Elva had a clear mission and supposedly good intelligence, there hadn't even been wind of any enemy vessels or havens since they had left port over a month ago. Momentarily checking her charts, she quickly radioed her navigational officer.

"Washburn, there aren't any large settlements around these waters according to my maps."

'Correct, sir. Er, Ma'am." Elva winced. "There isn't anything on my maps, at least. This guy definitely isn't a pirate, though. I've never even heard of Akusaigo Island."

"Might as well check it out. It's not like we have anything better to do." She pulled out the radio from underneath her command chair.

"Mishzuon, this is Captain Elva S'zar of the Ravean Grand Fleet frigate Sabalan. Pleased to make your acquaintance. We've never heard of a place called Akusaigo, so either you're very well hidden or very sneaky. What is the nature of your request?"

"This is Mishzuon of Akusaigo Island broadcasting on an open channel. I repeat Broadcasting on an open channel in Akusaigo. If you can hear me, please reply, over."

Lieutenant Hakulinen reached for the microphone. "Unknown station, say again." After a short pause, he repeated, "Unknown station, say again."

The radio operator tweaked a knob or two. "He was there a minute ago. Akisaki, something like that."

Hakulinen spoke into the micophone again, "Unknown station, please repeat your message. This is the submarine Sunfish out of Fatatatutti. Please repeat your message." He looked down at the radio operator. "Keep listening on this channel. If you hear him again, tell him who we are and try to get his location." He turned to the First Officer. "How are the batteries?"

"Full charge in nineteen minutes."

"Stay at snorkel depth in case our friend tries to get through again. If we don't hear anything by daylight, we'll go electric and give the batteries some exercise."

Mishzuon's heart leaped in excitement as the two pairs of voices crackled to life on the radio's speakers in response to his message. He laughed in excited triumph, though quickly caught himself and stopped in order to avoid attracting attention from sleeping neighbors.

He held down the button on the microphone again and spoke once more into it. "This is Mishzuon Maikerus of the nation of Akusaigo broadcasting on an open channel. I represent the great Daiymo Chorihito of my nation and invite outsiders to visit our humble nation, over."

He steepled his fingers on the solid wooden top of the table as he patiently awaited a response.

Petty Officer Freeman Jones jumped in his chair. "Akusaigo, this is Sunfish. What is your location? Akusaigo, Sunfish, please state your location. Over." He looked up to see the First officer already leaning over him. "Got him, Lieutenant."

First Officer Sordo looked at the communications control panel. He was required to understand every station on the boat but looking over Jones' shoulder was more of a bad habit than a job requirement. "Yeoman, get the captain," he said, taking a half-step back.

Mishzuon paused for a moment as he considered the location that the outsider posed. For most Akusaigans, the only world that existed was their island. There were few maps of anything surrounding the islands, and if there was it was, for the most part, all ocean.

He held the talk button on the mic and responded soon after "This is Mishzuon. I do not have coordinates for you to follow. I can only say that we are a large island surrounded by five small satellite islands that are mostly uninhabited. That is all I can give, over."

Lieutenant Hakulinen enterd the control room just as the transmission ended. "What's he saying, Jones?"

"He doesn't seem to know where he is, Captain. He says it's a large island surrounded by five smaller islands."

"What's his call-sign?"

"Mishzuon."

Hakulinen took the microphone. "Mishzuon, this is the submarine Sunfish out of Fatatatutti. There are no large islands near our current location. We have your bearing - we're almost due north of you - but we can't tell how far away you are. Do you copy, Mishzuon? Over"

HMS Sabre
Off Akusaigo Island

"Conn, Radio - I have signal traffic on an open channel. Some bloke by the name of Mishzuon broadcasting from somewhere called Akasagi Island or something like that. Sounds like he's talking to at least two other transmitters as well. Direction finding gives a high proability he's broadcasting from the island our charts label as Hasuki Island."

Lt. Commander Jack Tyler's eyebrow perked at the news. The Sabre was 71 days into a 120 day mission to survey several uninhabited islands in the Pacific looking for signs of pirate activities and bases. As a Broadsword class sloop, the Sabre was far from a front line warship but she was more than adequate to chase pirates.

Tyler picked up the brdige mic and swithced the radio to the proper frequency. "Mr. Mishzuon, Sabre Actual - I am a warship of Royal Tolvanic Navy deployed on counterpiracy operations in these waters. Can you confirm your location and purpose for your transmission? Over."

Mishzuon blinked in surprise as he recieved not only a response from the familiar second voice, but an unknown third. This one sounded more formal than the second, but less friendly than the first. It was all so shocking that people were hearing him, getting this message, and responding.

He tried to contain his excitement so that he could actually prove useful towards these many people behind the responses. "I am located within the settlement Daiksuma on the northern tip of the of the island. I represent the interests of the great Daiymo Chorihito to contact the outside world. This is the only radio in our entire nation. If needed, I will build a fire on the shore closest to my location to signal you in, over."

He sighed as he muttered in Japanese. English was not his native tongue, nor that Akusaigo. Infact he had only known English thanks to his father's occasional tutoring and common usage of it. The sudden need to use it with this people was somewhat overwhelming.

INS Orcua
Near Akusaigo Island

"Qua?" inquired the NCO to noöne in particular as he recieved the transmission. After a great deal of adjusting various knobs and dials, the message became coherent English. Like the sender, the reciever was not a native Anglophone. He spoke his ethnic tongue, Phærom Coscivian, the Empire's national language of Kiravic Coscivian, and the Maritime Coscivian used in his line of work. As a naval communications technician, he had recieved rudimentary training in English, but he still required the assistance of a dictionary to grasp the meaning of the message and draft a response.

"This is Technician Alfur Hørmec of the INS Orcua, navy of the Kiravian Empire. We are moving towards your location. Do not break off contact."

Hakulinen shook his head. Who the hell is he talking to? he asked himself. Build a fire on the shore? Whoever he is, he's nowhere near us.

He turned to the First Officer. "Take her to sixty meters, Mr. Sordo."

Soon, the radio was off, and the shed was closed up tightly. Mishzuon quickly returned to his house and gathered a few items before grabbing his horse from the stables and riding out to the nearby beach.

There, he gathered as much brush, grass, and sticks he could find nearby and began fueling a large bonfire on the beach. As he watched the massive plume of smoke slowly give way to raging fires he sat on the beach, puffing his pipe and watching the ocean.

Vividly, the conversations he had moments ago ran through his head. His curiousity was unending. Who were these people? From how far had they traveled? Were they anything alike?

But his most prominent concern had been the approval of the Daiymo. To anger him would surely mean his death. But, perhaps these foreigners could help to make a better case for Mishzuon.

As he sat there. watching the ocean, a lone sentry watched from the forests as Mishzuon started a large fire like this with seemingly no reason. This was curious behavior. And he was certain the daiymo would wish to hear of it.

TNS Verdun
15 KM Off Akusaigo Island

Ensign Moore kept playing with the computerized radio receiver, trying to raise the lone voice he had heard before, but he could not. The Halifax-class frigate was in the area for maritime policing, this mysterious voice had changed all that. Moore had heard the voice a while ago, but the Captain had told him not to communicate with it, until Command authorized it . Which it did, too late of course. The phone on the wall rang. Moore answered it.

"This is the bridge, have you raised the sender." The Captain asked.

"No, Ma'am. He seems to have stopped transmitting." Moore replied.

"Continue trying, let me know if you raise him." Captain Morgan said as she hung up. She too was excited about this, although she tried to hide it from her crew. Suddenly a small column of smoke was in the air. She had read the last message, and instantly knew it was the man on the radio. She picked up the phone and dialed Flight Ops

"Prepare the heli, I'm going to the Island. Mister Summers you're in command until I get back."

Ten minutes later, the helicopter lifted off the deck and angled towards the smoke.

OOC: Bumped. Btw if anyone wants I can create a map of Akusaigo for reference purposes.

OOC: A map would be great.

IC:

The Orcua powered through the sea towards Akusaigo. The flag of the Kiravian Empire fluttred rapidly in the wind above it. As the gunship neared the island, the signal fire became visible. The crewmen on deck pointed it out to their officers.

Hørmec sent another transmision to the island: "Mishuzon, this is the Kiravian ship Orcua. We are within visual range of your island. We have come to make contact and offer peaceful assistance. Please respond..."

((Here's the map (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj112/CB6802/Untitled2.jpg). Currently Mishzuon is located on the beach just north of 21, Iwashima.))

The messaged sent by Orcua went unanswered, unfortunately. Mishzuon had turned off the radio, and left it behind when he went to the beach to build a signal fire.

He sighed softly, watching the ocean peacefully. He blinked when he realized there was a large shadow on the waters. He stood up slowly, his curiosity rising as he watched it intently as he peered searchingly into the darkness, trying to discern what he was looking at.

As the low hum of the approaching helicopter in the distance found its way to his ears, he became even more excited to see what it was approaching. However it also drowned out the shuffling of nearby archers who got into positions in the tree line and hide in the shadows of night, their bows in hand and arrow already strung and ready to fire.

-Bump-

-Bumped again >.<-

(OOC: You hung up on everybody. What are we supposed to do?)

OOC: Every message that he sent went in return to everyone. Judging from the fact he said where he was and he was going to make a signal fire, i'd assume everyone would jump on that and go and find him.

(OOC: But he didn't say where he was. He only said he was on a large island. My submarine could tell the direction of his signal but not the distance. Without more information, it has to be bye-bye.)

The CH-124 was flying a bare two hundred feet above the sea, still on a heading towards the small fire now visible on the beach.The four man crew was quiet and focused, as it wasn't everyday the Captain took a ride with them. The Lieutenant had tryed to stop her from going, following her from the bridge, to communications(here she picked up the Ensign)and finally to the fight deck, pointing out various errors in her plan. She had ignored him, and ordered Lieutenant Mitchell to take off, which he did.

Michell and his co-pilot scanned the sea ahead of them. He saw at least two other naval vessels, and knew a sub was most likely out here too. He was veteran of the civil war and knew this was a dangerous situation, he was going to try to dissuade the Captain one last time.

"Captain, could you come up here for a second?" Morgan unbuckled her safety harness and walked slow towards the cockpit.

"Something wrong, Lieutenant?"she asked seriously.

"No, I just hope you know the dangers about this meet. It is probably a trap set by the local pirates, to try and get some naval officers ashore and capture them for ransom or worse." Mitchell replied.

The Captain paused for a second," Thanks for you concern, but I can take care of myself.." she said as she patted her sidearm," and so can the Ensign over there. The two men you have one the M60's back there are good men... I also know you two are the best pilots we have in the navy and can get me and Moore out if the going gets tough. I want to go, so I will."

The helicopter was very close to the beach now, the fire clearly visible, with a human figure sitting near it seemingly staring at them.Michell turned to Morgan, "Alright, Captain, if that is what you want. How do you want to do this?"

"Okay, land about half a click down the beach. Moore and I will walk towards the fire. I'll have a radio on me, transmitting at all times, if I don't like what I see I'll call for a pickup. If all goes well, you circle around the island, and radio me when it's time to refuel. That will be our time to leave. Understood?" The Captain said confidently.

"Yes, Ma'am! Please return to your seat and buckle in, we are going to start landing soon"

The Captain sat in her seat, and buckled in, just as the helicopter began to slowly descend towards the sandy beach below.

The Orcua sounded a horn as it approached the island. The Kiravians aboard scrambled to raie the flags that the Imperial Maritime Code mandated be flown whenever first contact was made with a new nation. The Naval Jack and the Teal Ensign went up, followed by several pennants and signal flags.