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HET AMID - The Outset Islands are, according to legend, the place to which all aboriginal SLAGLandic civilization can be traced. This island group recently gained notoriety for being the site of the disappearance of a multinational team of scientists and one SLAGLandic reporter who were called in to investigate the finding of a mysterious relic.

Perhaps the least inviting of The Outsets is Het Amid, the smallest of the entire group. Stretching less than two miles in diameter, this small island features tall, rocky crags from coast to center, making exploration of the central island next to impossible. However, one scientist dared to enter that land, and she was quite surprised at what she found.

"It was a sort of temple," Dr. Rede Summers, SLAGLandic archaeologist, reports. "It was round and carved from purest marble, a stone entirely foreign to The Outsets. The strangest thing is this: it does not appear to be that old. While the carvings on the site are crude and simplistic, there is a very mathematical approach to its design."

One particular odd find, as Dr. Summers reports, is a small cave beneath the temple.

"The cave seems to lead deeper into the mountains and is very elaborately decorated with colorful jewels: amethyst, ruby, sapphire, emerald, topaz... a beautiful sight. I didn't get around to exploring the entire cavern, but I plan to do so very soon."

Dr. Summers is reportedly calling in another multinational team to research this site. They are expected to arrive shortly.


(OOC: While comments are welcome, this RP is open to those who volunteered to join in on the thread plugging the dig. I've placed them here, on what will be called "Front #2." If you haven't been approved, please stay the hell away from this thread. All approved nations will receive a telegram directing them here.)

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So, I cannot RP here without a invite?

Please ignore this NON-RP message

(OOC: 'Fraid not. Sucks, doesn't it?)

Woah sorry jumped the gun on my rp. totally skipped over the "will recieve a TG" deleting my rp until further notice. sorry =D

As the sun rises over the Outsets, lodged in the ocean breasts like inumerable jewels in blue velvet, Dr. Karen Sin stares blankly through the translucent window of an MT-1 light transport. Though the shimmering of new sunlight across the azure waves is a striking sight indeed, she seems oblivious, and is. Datasofts (mounted behind her head in three distinctive lumps, each the size of a small egg) display briefings, stats and data on the inside of the silver, apparently opaque, ocular implament which completely shrouds her left eye, giving her otherwise pretty, though unremarkably so, face a discinitively cockeyed appearance. She seems tense, and certainly weary, her brow furrowed and damp with sweat. Her muscled forearms clutch the armrests of the sparse, military cabin of the transport as she prepares herself for what lies ahead.

Accompanying her are a pair of very large young man, both bulging with grafted muscled, heads crowned with datasofts similar to Sin's own. Despite their brawny physiques, the pair are deeply engaged in a discussion of theoretical physics, their speech eloquent and well mannered.

The MT-1 begins to slow, dropping altitude, over a tiny, stone encrusted island. With a sickening, shuddering lurch, the primary engines cut out, and the VTOL landing engines engage. A few harrowing moments later, the transport lands in a gust of dust and debris.

(OOC: Zimoland, this is a reply to your post... I thought I had TGed you. You're welcome here.)

(The small camp near the site of the discovery, code-named Site Uniform, is small and crude. A simple air strip has been smoothed out on a plateau on the side of the mountain, just long and wide enough to hold a few planes just long enough to drop off their delegates. A few hundred feet away from the airstrip is the camp itself. Small canopy tents have been set up, and beneath them, one archaeologist rests, her long blonde hair tied back. She wears dusty blue jean shorts and a white tank top and is fanning herself with a stack of papers. A small radio sits at her side, and the transmission from the Zimoland team emerges. She speaks into the radio.)

SUMMERS:
"Flight #442, this is Dr. Summers at Site Uniform. You are cleared to land. Site of landing is being transmitted now."

(She transmits the coordinates to the pilot.)

< DTS-2 LT Helicopter, 12:23AM >
Somewhere Heading Toward Het Amid

Dr. Nash observed out of the window next to his seat in the helicopter, and took in a long gaze at the surroundings. Dr. Jonathan Nash had never been sanctioned for a international archeology team before, and he always questioned why he was in this sort of field. He was a Mathematician, although those skills were nessicary on a field of precise digging.

The helicopter was full of doctors, the other two were Doctor Karian Balor and Doctor Thomas Elequent. Balor was internationally known for her work in ground sciences and had received the reknowned Neiev Award for her work in that field. Elequent took a much more silent approach to his excellence. He was picked up right out of college by the State Department in Pilot and has worked as a senior official there ever since. He was chosen for this team simply because of his amassed knowledge of this region's culture and history. He had no children nor wife, which was probably a sign of excessive working but he felt better after meeting Balor and Nash, who were both in the same predicament he was. However, they were not here to talk romance. They were here to discover what the media had been blasting about over the past week.

After the first 6 hours of flight, and the stop in Feline for refueling, the Doctor's intense conversations died down and the helicopter was just about silent. Balor and Nash were falling asleep but Elequent has just enough energy to continue playing the "Rolling Thunder: Nature's Sounds" CD he had brought along for the ride.

The helicopter was due to set down at the SLAGlands Heliport at 300AM, which would allow the team to depart of their hotel rooms where they would spend the night, getting well rested for tomorrow's events.

It was only twenty minutes before Elequent had given up on being awake. He stopped the Sony Discman, removed the headphones and laid back in his chair - shutting his eyes. Before any of them knew it, the helicopter would be setting down...

(Dr. Summers spots the Mallbertan craft landing and sighs. She puts down her papers and walks to the airstrip, which is connected to the main camp via a narrow path through the mountains. As the delegation steps out of the helicopter, she smiles warmly, extending a hand.)

SUMMERS:
"How do you do... I'm Dr. Rede Summers, archaeologist. I'm the one who discovered this site."

(She glances at the helicopter's insignia.)

"You must be the Mallbertan delegation."

(OOC: Zimoland, once again, you're welcome to join in...)

OOC: Redoing post to preserve the flow of things...

OOC: But I can .:grin:.

IC:

The small Beechcraft jet starts to decend from it's cruising height, having entered SLAGlandic airspace.

"Ya'll awake back there?" came the call from the cockpit.
The pilot was speaking to his only two passengers, en route to some ancient ruin in the SLAGlands.

The first person to respond, a guy, shot his response almost instantly. He was tapping his fingers against the top of a closed laptop, his eyes darting inbetween the front of the plane and out the window. Even the serenity of the morning would not calm him. His first major archeological event. He was surprised the government had allowed him to go, but none the less he was here! This was it!

The second mumbled almost inaudibly, clearly not awake. She was dozing off and on, the long flight leaving her with nothing to do besides sleep. She clearly did not share the same enthusiasm as her partner.

"This is flight #442 en route to SLAGland's from ZLN Airport. Requesting permission to land."
/end roleplay

Person One:
Timothy Waysten
Age 27
5'11", 189 lbs. Dark brunette hair, green eyes.
Has masters in archeology, and minored computers.

Person Two:
Lamara Rone
Age 26
5'9" <weight unspecified> Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes
After highschool went into military service for four years, then attended a community college for geology and history.

(OOC: And once again, Zimo, you're already cleared to land...)

(OOC: bleh sorry, no caffeine /sigh)

The small plane rolls to a halt upon the makeshift runway, the propellers slowly stopping their spin. The two passengers climb down the stairs, accompianed only by a light amount of baggage.

A quick scan of the area shows them the camp a bit away, and they start heading in that direction, expecting to be met halfway by whomever ran the area.

Does this have any connection w/ the Brethren RP?

Does this have any connection w/ the Brethren RP?

(OOC: Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't...



















... okay, it does.

Anyway, I'm off for the night. We'll get this bad boy going for real tomorrow!)

IT was nearly nine o'clock by the time Raj and Whitney where on final approach. The flight had been a long one. Neither Dr. Singh nor his assistan, Ms. Arnold were awake as the tiltoroter came in towards the landing pad.

"SLAGLand control, This is XJ-45, United Indiastan special transport, requesting landing clearence for Dr,'s Singh and Arnold. Over."

Dr. Raj Singh
Indian male
6'0", 190 lbs
black hair, moustache, brown eyes
Dr. Singh is a noted archaeologist, who also enjoys both a good dig and football game. He has his PhD in Archaeology, and a Masters in History

Ms. Whitney Arnold
Caucasian female
5'8", 130 lbs
brown hair, blue eyes, and a noticable scar down her left cheek
Dr. Arnold is the daughter of an old British family who has owned a large trout fishing business for generations, dating back to the British colonial age. She is the current heir to the family fortune. She is Dr. Singh's apprentice, and has a Bachelor in Archaeology.

Does this have any connection w/ the Brethren RP?

(OOC: Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't...

... okay, it does.

Anyway, I'm off for the night. We'll get this bad boy going for real tomorrow!)

Then I wish to use one of my other RP guys (that isn't dead) to RP this, if that's alright.

Does this have any connection w/ the Brethren RP?

(OOC: Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't...

... okay, it does.

Anyway, I'm off for the night. We'll get this bad boy going for real tomorrow!)

Then I wish to use one of my other RP guys (that isn't dead) to RP this, if that's alright.

((OOC:Come on now. Leave some RP for us who didn't make the first one. This is just going to be an extention (I presume) to the first one, as if you'll notice in the first the there are more chairs in the Shade area, with tba people.))

Well, if it's the same one, then...

Either way, it seems, you will be forced to link up w/ the other RP anyways...

I'm out.

(Dr. Summers spots the Mallbertan craft landing and sighs. She puts down her papers and walks to the airstrip, which is connected to the main camp via a narrow path through the mountains. As the delegation steps out of the helicopter, she smiles warmly, extending a hand.)

SUMMERS:
"How do you do... I'm Dr. Rede Summers, archaeologist. I'm the one who discovered this site."

(She glances at the helicopter's insignia.)

"You must be the Mallbertan delegation."



The MT-1 isn't a helicopter, but it doesn't really matter...

Dr. Sin shakes Summers' hand, her face with it's single visible eye displaying little sentiment, a calm still mask.

"Hello Dr. Summers. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've read some of your publications on the trip over, and I must say I'm impressed. You do good work; thorough and neat. While I'm techinically a socio-biologist, I do find the humanities intriguing."

Sin's voice is smooth, cool and somewhat harmonius. As she beckons her burly companions, a glint of steel can be seen lodged in the three lumps of tissue near the base of her skull- outlets for mounds of bioware. All three Mallbertan delegates are wearing thick padded jumpsuits, with small, unobtrusive markings displaying their alleigance to the Mallberta Science Corps.

Sin's two colleagues, Frederick and Ben, exit the base of the MT-1, each carrying two large, steel square chests, 3' by 2' by 2'. They carry them easily of the landing field, placing them within a nearby tent.

(OOC: Shows how much I know about ch0pp0rz, doesn't it?

Also, Ur, if you don't mind, I'd like for you to stay out of this one for now.)

(Dr. Summers smiles as Dr. Sin gives her a thorough flattering.)

SUMMERS:
"Well, I do try... I suppose I succeed, if people are actually reading my stuff. Honestly, this is the biggest find I've had yet; other than that, it's just been a few minor anthropological discoveries that any old hack can dig up.

Please, come with me."

(As the group is walking off, the other plane lands. Dr. Summers turns around to greet the delegation from Zimoland.)

"Ah... welcome. I am Dr. Rede Summers, and this is my site. Please, come with me."

(She leads the group down the narrow path through the mountains. It is a brief walk, but the flanking of the huge stone walls on either side makes it nonetheless intimidating. As the group rounds the corner, Site Uniform comes into view. The camp is small: just a few canvas tents set up with various instruments and tables set up beneath them. One of the tables is laid out with a variety of fruits and sandwiches, along with a large water cooler.)

"Please help yourself to something to eat while we wait for a few more delegates. I'm expecting most of them before the day is out."

(She motions to the site, the "temple." It is just as it is pictured: a circular area carved out of pure marble, with large columns set up on one end and smaller ones circling along the circumfrence.)

"We'll get to... that... soon enough."

(All at once, the radio comes alive again with the transmission from the United Indiastan delegation.)

"Ah... hold on."

(She darts over to the radio.)

"XJ-45, this is Dr. Summers. You are cleared to land. Coordinates relayed."

"Copy that control, we're coming in."

Five minuites later, the tiltoroter touched down, and the two scientists disembarked. A very professional looking women is there to greet them amidst the dust storm raised by the helicopter-like engines.

"So, you must be Dr. Summers then? I've seen some of your work. Its always nice to get out into the field from time to time, isn't it?" he said, almost yelling just to be heard over the whining of the engines. "Oh, before I forget, I'm Dr. Raj Singh, and this is my assistant, Ms. Whitney Arnold. I'm from Bombay, she's from London, it's a match made in heaven. Now, shall we get out of this unpleast little hurricane? Lead the way Doctor..."

"So, you must be Dr. Summers then? I've seen some of your work. Its always nice to get out into the field from time to time, isn't it?" he said, almost yelling just to be heard over the whining of the engines. "Oh, before I forget, I'm Dr. Raj Singh, and this is my assistant, Ms. Whitney Arnold. I'm from Bombay, she's from London, it's a match made in heaven. Now, shall we get out of this unpleast little hurricane? Lead the way Doctor..."

ooc- mmm... gin-ilicious

Dr Sin stares implacably at the new arrivals, clearly somwhat suprised at their formal, professional attire. She brushes her own drab jumpsuit unconciously, and offers her hand in greeting.

"Hello.... I'm Dr Karen Sin, mallberta Delegation. Pleasure to meet the two of you"

Her voice is raised almost to the point of yelling, defying the deafening drone of the roaring chopper blades.

"Ah, Dr. Sin. We had been told that Dr. Summers of the SLAGLands would be meeting us, and was heading the project here," called Ms. Arnold. "No matter. Could you show us to where we can pitch out tent? The baggage should be finished unloading in a little bit."

(OOC: PATIENCE, wee one.)

(Dr. Summers, having returned from haunting one of the tents, emerges to find the United Indiastan delegates having already found their way to the camp. She swallows her sandwich and extends a hand.)

"Ah... how do you do? I'm Dr. Rede Summers, archaeologist. Welcome to Site Uniform. Please help yourselves to some water and snacks while we wait for the others. You're welcome to check out the site yourself for now..."

(She motions to the "temple.")

"...but please don't step on it. Don't want to damage it, after all."

"Don't step on it... right, I think we can manage that. Whitney, why don't you get our tent up?" I'll start hauling our stuff up from the airstrip." As he said this, their plane takes off from the runway, heading home.

"So, Dr. Summer, perhaps you can enlighten me a bit. I'm moderatly familiar with SLAGLandic culture, but can you tell me a bit about what you think this temple is?"

[ooc: what's all this about gin and patience?]

(Rede frowns, shaking her head.)

"Please... it's Dr. SUMMERS. With an S. I'm not a damn season."

(She walks to the water cooler and begins pouring herself a cup.)

"As for what I think, my knowledge of anthropology is fairly extensive, and I've honestly never seen anything like this in this or any other part of The SLAGLands. The column placement is extremely well-calculated--in that sense, it is reminiscent of Stonehenge. However, what seems most remarkable is that the area seems relatively... new. And as for what happened last night..."

(She takes a quick gulp of water.)

"Forgive me. We'll get to that later."

[ooc: Sorry, that was a one-off typo. I had been spelling it correctly...]

"Ah, guess it does make more sense to wait for everyone else. So, whats for dinner?"

(OOC: I'm not pissed... but she was. ^_^ )

(She motions to the table.)

"A variety of fruits and lunch meat sandwiches. It's not much, but it should hold you all over."

Timothy and Lamara found their way to a tent, and preceeded to unpack a few of the more technological aspects of their luggage. Once they felt they had set up an adqeuate base, the journeyed from the tent to where the group was.

Timothy approached Dr. Summers, while Lamara found her way to the food table.

"Forgive my impatience, but when are you going to brief us on this temple? It looks highly facinating, and I'm itching to begin work." he stopped himself, realizing he should give her time to respond.

[edit/ooc] I realize you might have already talked somewhat about the temple, but Timothy wasn't in earshot

(Dr. Summers notices that most of the delegation has arrived, save the Pilot group. She decides to continue with the briefing anyway.)

SUMMERS:
"Attention, everyone... may I please have your attention? I'd like to get things going here..."

(As soon as she's sure she has everyone's attention, she clasps her hands together in front of her.)

"Now... as I said, my name is Dr. Rede Summers, and I am the one who discovered Site Uniform, the... worship site you see here. I say 'worship site,' of course, without full knowledge of what it is. In fact, this is one of the few places on The Outset Islands where we previously believed early SLAGLandic civilization never settled. The high, steep terrain is quite inaccessible to any sort of ancient form of transportation."

(She walks toward the site, motioning towards it.)

"What makes it even more unusual is the fact that the site appears to be relatively unweathered... and it's made of completely foreign materials. This actually leads me to believe that this may have been built recently; the big question is, by whom?

"Does anyone have any questions thus far?"

Larama grudeningly joins Timothy where Dr. Summers is giving the briefing, but devotes her attention to the fine doctor.

Timothy was absorbing every word she had just said. He was particurally interested in how the ruins had gotten to a nearly inaccessible location.

"Perhaps we're thinking too two-dimensional. We assume they must have come over land. Perhaps they came under? Do early SLAGlandic people have a history of tunneling?"

"Perhaps we're thinking too two-dimensional. We assume they must have come over land. Perhaps they came under? Do early SLAGlandic people have a history of tunneling?"

(Dr. Summers shakes her head.)

"While they did know a good bit about digging and stoneworking, early SLAGLanders did not have the knowledge or the know-how to dig 500 feet off the ground. Furthermore, we have not found any path that leads to another spot on the mountain. However, we have found a cavern beneath the worship site, which I will show you soon enough."

[ooc: Sorry I'm late! School.]

"Doctors, we are approaching the designated coordinates. Please refasten your seatbelts. "

"Thank you, pilot." Dr. Zost leans back in his pleather seat, deftly buckling his seatbelt. A tall, wiry man, he slouches by force of habit. He smiles faintly at the task ahead, creases and lines forming on his face. A disheveled lock of grey hair falls over his forehead.

"Zost."

"What?"

"Don't slouch."

"This isn't the bleedin' Hall of Scythes. I'll slouch if I want to, Gregnig." He glares at Dr. Gregnig - she sits ramrod straight, her flaxen hair in a rather severe bob. A few lines mark her face, along with several faded scars.


"Fine. Just don't be a total slob around the other researchers." Why on earth did Ereki pair me up with this idiot?

"You're mediocre, Gregnig. I'm not being a slob. Truth is a demanding master, and I have no time to straighten my collar or other such nonsenses." Blinkered twit...

Das Bump

[ Did this sorta die or something? It's been days. ]

[ 3 days later, still wondering ]

(Oh, hell... damned sorry, everyone. I forgot all about this. I'll have an update tomorrow, I promise... I thought you all had lost interest, honestly. :oops: )

(Oh, hell... damned sorry, everyone. I forgot all about this. I'll have an update tomorrow, I promise... I thought you all had lost interest, honestly. :oops: )

[Never! And grats on post 5000 btw.]

(Oh, hell... damned sorry, everyone. I forgot all about this. I'll have an update tomorrow, I promise... I thought you all had lost interest, honestly. :oops: )

[ooc: Funky talking cats and mysterious ruins. How could I lose interest? ;)]

(OOC: I'm just gonna assume a time jump here.

(Dr. Summers notices the Anhierarch delegation approaching the site and stops her lecture. She waves in greeting.)

SUMMERS:
"Forgive me... I'm afraid you're a bit late. I'm Dr. Rede Summers, the one who found this site. To summarize, basically, what we may be looking at is a fairly new site here, one only recently created."

(She begins walking around the perimeter of the ruins, pointing out the small half-columns standing around it.)

"Each of these columns is exactly two meters from the one next to it. All in all, there are exactly twenty-four of them. If you'll look closely..."

(She motions for the delegates to step up to one of the columns. A strange drawing of a cat is engraved into it.)

"...you can see these markings. What exactly they mean, I cannot say."

[ooc: A brief description of the two people I've sent:

Person One:
Tyloru Zost
Male
Age 43
6'1", 174 lbs. Dark grey hair, grey eyes.
Served with distinction in the Order of the Scythe for 12 years, then left to pursue academia. Prior to that, he spent a great deal of time in the university, earning degrees in anthropology, theoretical psionics, applied quantum mechanics and biology. (Order of the Scythe is a military special operations unit. You could say Zost is quite an eclectic person...)

Person Two:
Jalane Gregnig
Age 37
5'11", 149 lbs. Light blonde hair, purple eyes
After completing basic education, she also spent a while at the university, where she first encountered Zost and began to dislike him. After acquiring degrees in Advanced Robotics and Applied Biomechanics, she joined the department of defense research, where she rose steadily through the ranks, and was promoted to 4th Sub-Coordinator of the Low Council for Research and Development last month.

IC post coming soon, have an appointment.]

(OOC: Fine by me...

...told ya I was looking out for y'all. ;) )

(OOC: I'm just gonna assume a time jump here.

(Dr. Summers notices the Anhierarch delegation approaching the site and stops her lecture. She waves in greeting.)

SUMMERS:
"Forgive me... I'm afraid you're a bit late. I'm Dr. Rede Summers, the one who found this site. To summarize, basically, what we may be looking at is a fairly new site here, one only recently created."

(She begins walking around the perimeter of the ruins, pointing out the small half-columns standing around it.)

"Each of these columns is exactly two meters from the one next to it. All in all, there are exactly twenty-four of them. If you'll look closely..."

(She motions for the delegates to step up to one of the columns. A strange drawing of a cat is engraved into it.)

"...you can see these markings. What exactly they mean, I cannot say."

The two scientists circle the columns, peering closely at the markings. After a while, Tyloru begins type rapidly on a tiny computer, while Jalane approaches Dr. Summers.

"Excuse me. Could we take pictures? I'd like to run a few relevant images through our databases, see if we can find anything."

(Dr. Summers nods.)

"By all means. I've photographed the site from several angles, one of which was posted in the press release regarding this find."

Dr. Gregnig nods. "Excellent." She turns to Dr. Zost, and mutters something unintelligible, earning a nod from him.

While Zost runs the orientation of the monoliths through the complete databases of Anhierarch with the power of quantum computation, Gregnig scrutinizes the carvings of cats, sending images of them to the central networks for analysis.

The total computation time is approximately... zero.

[ooc: Would they find anything? The networks are pretty damned extensive...]

[ooc: Would they find anything? The networks are pretty damned extensive...]

(OOC: A whole lot of nothing. Whatever this is, it's very well-concealed in SLAGLandic history.

Also, a quick kick in the balls to everyone else... are you planning on rejoining or what?)

[ooc: Righto. They'll be pissed that their slick ubercomputers turned up nothing, hah.]

"What?! Nothing?"

Tyloru turns to the aghast Jalane, quite unperturbed by the lack of results.

"Cool down. Doesn't matter how bloody powerful our equipment is.... it just lacks the appropriate data."

That said, he continues to record information for the official archives, quite pleased with being the one to do so.

Flying Ninja Bump.

(OOC: All right, this one has officially flopped. Sorry, Anh... I know you were trying, but I need a bit more involvement from the whole team if I'm gonna keep this going.

Consider this RP officially dead... and my heart officially broken. :cry: )

[ooc: Damn. Well, another RP consigned to oblivion due to lack of participation..... and one with so much promise too. ]

*tag*