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| Topic Started: Mar 8 2006, 02:42:28 AM (231 Views) | |
| coocoostan | Mar 8 2006, 02:42:28 AM Post #1 |
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Port of Aubrey, Tevi Milou 2330 "Captain" Steve D'Agostino hopped back onto the Tin Can Allie. He still couldn't believe what a great hand fate had dealt him. He'd been sitting at home in Kalibad, seven years after the trout fishery on the lake had closed for the final time and he'd gotten a call from the Foreign Affairs Secretariat saying there was a "slim possibility" that they could secure a fishing area in Miloun waters. He'd scraped together largely his old crew, as well as two decent trawlers, this one and Rat's Guts, which he'd managed to find Iosef Pakhimov, the younger brother of his first captain in Coocoostan, to run. Iosef had found some other Coocoo to crew his boat and Steve had managed to get Dickie Dunn, an old hand of his to be #2, while he had four other teenagers and twenty-sometings that had applied. They were all Aussie or Kiwi immigrants, so they could talk to each other. "Вы использовали удить слишком?" He could hear the Coocoo talking to each other. Iosef's crew was seasoned. The two of them had decided to bolt for the fishing area so they'd be ready to drop nets when midnight came around. Time to get moving. He picked up the VHF and called in. "Aubrey Traffic, Tin Can Allie." "Traffic." "Traffic, Tin Can Allie. We're slipping Pier 86, in company with the Rat's Guts, we're heading for Fishing Area Sierra Two, ETA Harbour entrance is 2345." "Tin Can Allie, Traffic, are you those two Coocoostani Fishboats that called ahead with details this morning?" "That's right Traffic, that was me." "Ok, I've got you and your mate in the computer. As far as traffic, the Ferry 'Community' is transiting North to South across the harbour, 1500 yards your Echo and the Tanker 'Tenkos Spirit' is inbound ETA 2350 at the Harbour Mouth, headed for the Tenkos Terminal. Call in at Harbour Entrance." "Roger Traffic, we've got the proper charts, so the call-in points are listed." 0040, Fishing Area Sierra Two "Still Nothing?" Dickie shouted from the wheelhouse. "Yes." Captain could only mumble from the Sweep Deck, as the guys for his nets swung in the wind, as the nets were bare. They'd been expecting a hell of a lot more than this. They'd packed for three days, although they'd told the crew they'd be back by morning, as they'd expected the nets to be brimming with.....well, fish. They were full of seabreeze now and not much else. "This is commercial fishing?" asked one of the kids, as Steve had come to call them in the hour since they'd slipped. "No, this is what happens when Fishers get lied to." Captain called back. "Dickie!" he shouted at the wheelhouse. "One-three-five, 12 knots! Call Iosef and get him to follow us!" "That's gonna take us smack dab into Sierra One! You know we cant fish there!" Dickie shouted back from the wheelhouse. "I don't recall the Milouns telling us anything like that." That was the reply as the ships turned towards the much more bountiful, but off limits fishery. Tevi Milou Coast Guard Station Aubrey Middle Watch, why did he even bother? Asked the Senior Seaman as he watched the display update itself. The Senior Petty Officer was the only one really working, as he had been advising an Oil Tanker about the hazards within the harbour. All he had to do was conduct surviellance of the Nation's fishing areas to protect our natural resources, according to the Wardroom. According to the Junior Rank's mess, he had to make sure nobody stole our fish. The only people out this late at night were about two dozen vessels in S1 and two Coocoo boats, no doubt checking out their new purchase, S2. They were straying awfully close to the boundary, he selected their tracks. They were steering one-three-five, which would take them right into S1. He got the SPO's attention. "ORS, Track Sup!" "ORS!" The SPO knew that something was on the radar. "There are two foreign vessels heading for S1, they're tracking one-three-five." "I'll talk to them. Let me know when they enter S1." The Senior Seaman nodded as the SPO headed back for his post and got onto the VHF. "Tin Can Allie, Aubrey Traffic." Nothing. "Tin Can Allie, Tin Can Allie, Aubrey Traffic, Aubrey Traffic." Still nothing. Either they were ignoring him, or they had a lousy radio, or maybe worse. "How fast?" the SPO asked. "12!" "Then I guess they're still floating. Is that Herc still up?" "He should be PO, he's not due in until 0300." "Good. I'll be right back." He went into an instant message with the Air Control Centre. ORS_VTMS: Is your Herc still up? ACC_CGSA: Affir,he's conducting pilot training, he has a full crew though, what do you need. ORS_VTMS: FISHPAT, there are two Foreign vessels headed for S1, they wont answer on VHF 10. ACC_CGSA: Rgr, he's monitoring VTMS, give him a call, callsign is Arrow 12. After a breif exchange of data, the HC-130 "Arrow One-Two" altered course to commence FISHPAT(Fisheries Patrol) and challenge the foreign ships, as well as gather evidence to be used against them. Of course they couldn't just let them keep fishing, which is why if they kept being stubborn, they'd have to divert a cutter. Those boats would be coming back to Aubrey to talk with Fisheries Officers, it was just a matter of who would be at the helm. |
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| coocoostan | Mar 9 2006, 02:43:44 AM Post #2 |
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Fishing Boat "Tin Can Allie", Fishing Area Sierra 1, 0115 1 Captain looked out over the horizon, he could see no other vessels, the whole area was theirs. "Standby to drop nets!" he yelled out. There was only one net, but he hoped the other boat could hear them too. The four deckhands wandered out of the wheelhouse, where they had been drinking coffee to start the process. The nets were in within five minutes and they were trawling.Iosef was turing to starboard to trawl in another direction. It was about this time that one of the deckhands first heard it. A plane in the distance. The engines grew louder. Captain knew this was the price he'd be paying for not responding to the radio call from traffic. Tevi Milou Coast Guard HC-130 "Arrow One-Two", Patrolling Fishing Area Sierra 1, 0130 "I've got a visual on one of the fishing vessels. 2 O'clock." The pilot said over the intercom. "I've got the second, he's at 8 O'clock, heading North-East" The forward observer had spotted the other one. "Ok NAVCOM, you read the riot act to the first one, the one heading east." The Pilot asked his Navigator/Communicator "North-east" The Forward observer corrected him again. The NAVCOM switcher her headset into the VHF console and started "Vessel in Position..(OOC: I'm not finding out the real position.It'd be given as a latitude-longitude. Really.)..heading 045 at 5 knots. This is Tevi Milou Coast Guard Aircraft, channel one-two, over." Fishing Vessel Rat's Guts "Blast!" Iosef shouted in English. "Перетаскивание в сетях!" the crew scrambled to haul in the nets and whatever fish had found its way inside. They'd play it safe. "Coast Guard, Fishing Vessel Rat's Guts, go ahead over." "Fishing Vessel Rat's Guts, this is Tevi Milou Coast Guard Aircraft. You are a foreign vessel fishing in Tevi Miloun territorial waters. You are to desist immediately and report for inspection in Aubrey harbour, at your pier of origin. Over." Iosef gave them the ok and decided it was worth going back. A slap on the wrist this time and then they'd be back out, only he'd be a lot more cunning next time. TMCG HC-130, 0140 There. That had been easy enough. "Pilot, NAVCOM, vessel one has acknowleged and is returning to Aubrey. I'm going to get the other one." The student pilots looked at each other, some of them starting to think twice about their choice. This was hardly exciting. "Affirmative, he's altering to port." the Forward observer jumped in. The NAVCOM sighed and rubbed her eyes. God it was late. She'd been in long enough to make Captain Lieutenant, but she was still hardly used to this. She'd been off active flights for awhile now and had only just been rotated back into a crew after serving as an instructor at the Academy. She read the warning to the other vessel. "Roger Coast Guard, this is the Northern Star, we've just had a GPS failure and have strayed in here by mistake. We'll be heading back to Willsden Harbour now and try and sort this out." Balderdash. This guy was playing tricks. She called Vessel Traffic on the same frequency. "Traffic, this is Coast Guard Aircraft, can you confirm the identity of the Northern Star?" She expected a short wait, but there never was. "Coast Guard, Traffic, negative, this vessel is the Coocoostani Fishing vessel 'Tin Can Allie'". That was hardly unexpected. "Tin Can Allie, this is Tevi Milou Coast Guard Aircraft. You are continuing to fish in an area off limits to your vessel. As well, you have misrepresented your identity as a Kelssek vessel. The Kelssek government will be informed of your infraction. You are to dump your catch and proceed to AUBREY harbour, the Coast Guard Jetty at pier zero-four for inspection, over. Tin Can Allie, 0205 "Inspection? Fat Chance!" Captain said to Dickie, who nodded in agreement. Going into a Kelssek port was now no longer an option either, as they were sure to know about what had happened. They would ditch the boat along the Kelssek coast and then re-enter Coocoostan illegally. They stopped responding to the aircraft and sailed for the nearest Kelssek point of land. TMCG HC-130 Unfortunately for D'Ag, the Hercules had a plan of it's own. They would call for a cutter. The NAVCOM picked up the secure radio and called. "Albatross, Arrow One-Two." "Albatross!" The voice on the radio was half-yelling over the ship's engines. "Albatross, Arrow One-Two. We are on FISHPAT in Sierra 1 and have encountered a beligerent Coocoo Trawler 'Tin Can Allie'. Are you able to intercept,over?" TMCG Cutter "Albatross" The Captain 3rd Rank picked up the radio without hesitating. "Arrow One-Two, Albatross Charlie-Oscar, affirmative, ETA is 25 mikes." With that, the cutter began a slow turn to starboard and the Petty Officer of the Watch woke up the rest of the crew. The XO, a Senior Lieutenant, walked onto the open bridge just in time to get his marching orders from the Captian. "XO, make sure the RHIB and the boarding party are ready to go. This guy's obviously being a problem. The 40-mil needs to be ammoed and crewed too, just in case. The XO replied "Yes sir." and set about making it happen. "Petty Officer of the watch. Bring the ship to the 2nd degree of above-water warfare readiness." "Aye sir." The POOW, a Petty Officer, made the announcments. "ASSUME the 2nd degree of Above Water Warfare readiness. Guns crew 1, Boats crew, Boarding party, close, up." In the after mess, the Seaman Recruit rolled over. Damn, it was only 2, he'd been off watch two hours and now this nonsense. He got up and began to dress, as was everyone else, he was throttleman on the Rigid-Hulled Inflatable Boat, so he'd be doing pre-sail checklists on it until they got there. Up on deck, the guns crews for the 40 millimetre cannon got the ammunition they needed out of the ready use locker. The boarding party got into their dark blue combats while the gunner's mate assigned to the boarding party readied their small arms. Soon, they would be up to their necks in the most dangerous FISHPAT any of them had ever done. |
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| coocoostan | Mar 10 2006, 03:10:46 PM Post #3 |
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Fishing Vessel Tin Can Allie, 0315 Captain could hear another ship closing them, the engines sounded pretty powerful, military or police for sure. He walked up into the wheelhouse, where the rest of the crew had huddled. "Any chance of going faster Dickie?" he asked. "Not a chance, we're at maximum revolutions already. Any more and the engines will give out." D'Ag thought about it all, they were only doing 12 knots. Surely that wouldn't outrun this guy. There was almost nothing he could do. He'd have to own up to all of this. TMCG Cutter 'Albatross' Captain was right about not outrunning the cutter, which was able to do 26 knots on paper, but a little faster in situations like this. They were about 1000 yards astern of the fish boat right now, now was as good a time as any. "XO, launch the RHIB, hold the boarding party. Get the comms to begin hailing." The XO scurried away to make it happen. The communicatiors put on their headsets and began to hail. "Vessel Tin Can Allie, this is Tevi Milou Coast Guard vessel 012, calling you on channel one-two. Acknowledge this transmission and switch to channel seven-eight. Over" They'd get him onto another frequency, where they could interrogate him. The fishing boat agreed to move over. "Tin Can Allie, you are to alter your course to three-one-zero and your speed to ten knots, maintain this course and speed until further notice, over." Tin Can Allie "Well at least we'll go in under our own power." Captain said out loud. "Tin Can Allie, be advised, we are sending a small boat alongside with several crew who will supervise your transit. Be prepared to receive them along your....quarter." The transmission had cut out. Captain decided against asking them which quarter, because he didn't want to seem uncooperative. Uncooperative meant an armed boarding, which meant jail. They'd likely just be expelled as it stood, with the boat being seized, which was alright, as it was usless to them anyway. TMCGC Albatross The crane lifted the RHIB over the side of the ship "Avast! Lower away handsomely!" The Cheif Bosn's Mate had total control over the launch. He turned and yelled at the bridge, which was open air anyhow. "Boat's at deck level! Permission to launch the boat!" The Captain nodded. He'd been on this cutter since independence and thanks to his recent promotion, he was the flotilla commander now. He'd done this at least a hundred times. "Boats crew into the boat!" The buffer yelled out, not sure of where they were. The Senior Seaman and Seaman recruit showed up, ready to go. The Junior Lieutenant, who had been chosen to do this to give him some experience, showed up too...without the life jacket he needed. The CBM threw him one, just at the senior Gunner's mate came out of the main flats with the weapons. An M-16 for the throttleman, an M9 for the sir and a P2A1 flare gun for the RHIB Coxn. They clambered into the boat and once the engine was started and the clips released, they were off. "Boat's away!" Albatross RHIB The Junior Leiutenant could tell the Senior Seaman loved to drive this boat, as he was proceeding to drive the screw right off it. He'd cut around behind the cutter, so he could bounce over what was left of its wake. Down to business, as hey approached the Fishing boat, the Lieutenant kept an eye on the men on deck as they approached. One was white, the other was darker, "Maybe Maori?" the Lieutenant asked himself. They had empty hands and were looking to catch the lines. Tin Can Allie "I hear him! I just can't see him! What side is he coming up?" Dickie asked Captain. "Port!" One of the kids shouted out, before Captain could answer. That was rude enough, but the fact that it actually was starboard was more important. With the RHIB coming up the starboard, Dickie turned in that direction, thinking he'd give them some more room, with their approach being on the port side. Instead, with he boat about ten feet away, he turned right in front of them. They were going less than a few knots, so instead of colliding, the rubber from the boat caught on the coarse hull of the fishing boat and began to roll over. The Coxn shouted at the throttleman just what to do, but the two man system the Coast Guard boat used was too complicated and they began to capsize. The crew was thrown out, including the Coxn, where another saftety procedure kicked in, the killswitch, basically a cord connecting the driver to the boat. It would easily snap out, cutting the engines. The RHIB came to rest upside down, but floating and the three crew clambered onto it. The crew of the Fishboat tried to pull them out, but were met with stern commands to back off. Albatross "MAN OVERBOARD! MAAAAN OVERBOARD!" The lookout had been watching closely, like he was supposed to and saw it right away. The alarm was raised right away. "Lookout, are they all holding onto the boat?" The Captain didn't waste time trying to find them himself in the middle of the night and just asked. Before the lookout answered, a crack echoed across the sea and a red flare shot into the air. He could make out the three of them. Within ten minutes, the smaller Rescue Raft had been launched, the RHIB crew was plucked out and the RHIB itself was dragged back to the cutter, which was able to right it with the crane. The RHIB was then taken out of the water and inspected, found to be undamaged besides a few maroon coloured scratches, courtesy of the fishing boat and put back into the water. On the Bridge, the Captain lectured the Senior Lieutenant, who as XO, was commander of the boarding party on a cutter this small. "Remember, they tried to ram the RHIB last time, they may give you trouble." The XO nodded as on the quarterdeck, the Boarding party prepared their weapons, mostly M-16s but one man did have an M60. They approached the fishing boat, which had been ordered to stop and jumped aboard on their own, to find the crew on their knees, with their hands behind their heads, in a line, as ordered. Tin Can Allie The boarders leapt aboard and ran into the wheelhouse to take control of the ship. A man found his way into the engine compartment and checked it over. The crew was searched, which went well until one of the hands felt the boarders were searched a little too hard and sucker punched him in the mouth, sending him to the deck. "Everybody stay put!" Captain shouted. The man backing up the searcher shouldered his rifle almost immediately and pulled out a short metal baton, which became a longer metal baton with a flick of the wrist and an audible crack. "Uh oh" thought Captain, he'd heard about these batons. The hand who'd thrown a punch stood up and raised his hands into a fighting-like pose. The coastguardsman knew exactly what he was supposed to do in this situation, and hit the man in the ribs. The ASP baton the coastguardsman was carrying was designed to break bone with a forceful swing from basically anyone and it did just that, sending the hand sprawling to the deck. He then yelled out "Casualty! Casualty! Casualty!" sending the first aider running out of the wheelhouse. He treated the injured coastguardsman first and suspected a broken jaw. He would go back to the cutter. So would this other guy, who had a few broken ribs and would now be charged with assaulting a peace officer for his trouble. #1 Avenue of Heroes, Coocoobad 1430 "The crew was put into plastic handcuffs at this point and the Coast Guard crew sailed the fishing boat without incident to Aubrey, where the crew was arrested and transported to a local jail, where they are being held seperate from the normal population." The TMCG Captain 2nd Rank who had hurried to Coocoobad finished his breifing to the Preident and Chief of Staff for the CM. Any questions? |
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| coocoostan | Mar 11 2006, 01:04:34 AM Post #4 |
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#1 Avenue of Heroes "Where exactly are the fishermen being held and what are the charges?" President Tammy Hagans asked the Commander. "Well Madam President, the one man, Mr. Rowell has been charged with Aggravated Assault of a Peace Officer, as well as violations of our Fisheries act, as have the rest of the crew. Mr. D'Agostino, the master, is charged with violating the fisheries act, lying to a peace officer, as well as three counts of vehicular assault of a peace officer and various infractions of the navigation safety rules. They're all being held at the Nottsdown Road Jail, which is our normal pre-trial facility." The Commander laid it all out clearly. "What about the injured man?" The President asked. "He was treated, but was released into the custody of our corrections department and is at the jail now." "General, was the use of force justified in your opinion?" The president turned to Chief of Staff Lee Murphy, who until now, had just been listening. "It sounds that way Ma'am, of course once we get a chance to talk to our people, we can collaborate the story." The General added that last bit as a not-so-subtle question, which went unanswered. "If that's all Madam President, I'd like your permission to return to Aubrey." The Commander knew that at least for now, he was answering to the President. "I'm sorry Commander, but I'd like to keep you here in Coocoobad until this is all settled. As far as I understand, the fishing boat that made it back to Aubrey says that there were no fish in the area your government sold us. While I know you've got little to do with that, you are a senior officer in your goverment's security forces and you can surely consult with them and offer us their interpretation, Commander...." "Captain 2nd Rank Tarver Ma'am." "Captain 2nd Rank Tarver, I apoligize, as the General can tell you, I'm bad with names and worse with ranks." The President's demeanor lightened somewhat. "Please consider yourself the guest of our government. I'd offer you a room here at my residence, but I don't know how impartial that would seem. You'd likely be a lot more comfortable at a regular hotel, of which there are several here. Captain Johannsen is on his way right now to get you a car as well as an aide to assist you." Captain Johannsen, an Air Force Logistics officer who was the president's aide-de-camp was just sitting by the door quietly, as per usual, but got up and headed out for a car. Within a few minutes, the GAZ 'Chaika' Limousine was on it's way to find a decent hotel. "How about this one sir?" The Senior Airman driving seemed to be proposing a Motel with a seemingly large number of bikini-clad women standing on the sidewalk outside. He wasn't sure where Tevi Milou was, but he was almost positive they didn't have motels like that one. "How about you stop talking?" The Captain was hardly making a suggestion. Eventually they settled on a place called the Admiralty Inn, thinking it appropriate and set up the Captain in there. It was pretty decent, certainly a lot better than the accomodations at the Nottsdown Road Jail. |
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| coocoostan | Mar 13 2006, 02:19:26 AM Post #5 |
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Nottsdown Road Jail The Buzzer went off loudly as the door to the cell block opened. They had been placed in the block for non-violent offenders, awaiting some more processing. The Captain of the Guard walked in. "Dunn,Jablonsky,Richter and Pyle, with me." He said rigidly. Their cell opened and the four men walked out to be led out of the block by the three guards who had come for them. The cell door closed and then the buzzer went again as they were let into the block guard's station and when that door was closed, the door into the main yard opened and they were led across. They'd been there a few days, since the Coast Guard had brought them back. Then this jail, which appeared to be about 25 years old or so. They walked into the building they'd first arrived in and were led to the window where they had turned in their clothes when they'd first arrived. They then went into the same changeroom they'd put on their blue jumpsuits and changed back into them. They were then escorted, or more accurately, a guard followed them as they walked to the gate of the jail, where three men were waiting for them, next to a van. Two Capitol Police Officers and one in a suit. The suited man signed for them and they got into the van and drove. "Ok Gentlemen, I'm Rick Garneau, I'm with the embassy to Kelssek. we're heading for the Neorvins Airport. What's that place called?" The suited man explained himself. "Mackenzie-King." The CCP Sergeant answered his question. "Right. At any rate. These are four plane tickets, to Coocoobad, courtesy of the Democratic Republic. You're lucky you're getting that far. You're all having your passports revoked, for the time being, to keep you from going back to Tevi Milou." Back at the jail, the two remaining prisoners were now seperate. Captain was still in the non-violent wing, while the remaining hand, Huxley, had been moved in to the cell block for the more violent criminals, and put into a holding cell with 5 others. #1 Avenue of Heroes "So Madame President, the satellite photos we've purchased show that there was heavy fishing in Sierra Two, the Miloun name for our fishing area, in the two months preceeding the sale. We've also obtained radio logs of the Coast Guard closing other fishing areas to divert the fishing fleet into this area." The Vice Admiral was finished his presentation and took his seat. The President began to speak about how the Tevi Miloun government had misled her and how they would have to address this. The Captain 2nd Rank could hardly think straight and largely ignored her. He'd known nothing about any of this and when he realized everyone was looking at him, he tried to catch up. "I'm sorry Ma'am?" He asked, dumbfounded. "Can you respond to these allegations?" President Hagans asked him. "I'm sorry Madame President, but this is the first I've heard of this information. I'll need to consult with Aubrey." The president nodded and at that moment, the army Captain opened the door to the meeting room. The Captain 2nd Rank hardly needed a picture drawn and walked out. Some anonymous servant walked him to the curb and said that the car would be around shortly. In the meantime, he was left to wait alone, in his uniform, with "TEVI MILOU" clearly visible on his shoulders. Sure enough, just as the car was pulling around, a small protest down the street at the capitol noticed him and the crowd moved in his direction. He got into the car, just as it was surrounded. The Senior Airman driving was careful to move slowly through the crowd, as they pounded on the car with their placcards. Finally, just as they were emerging from the throng, a man threw himself onto the hood and began swearing. Quickly, the airman gave him a shot of washer fluid and he got back off just as fast. As they drove towards the hotel, the Captain realized that he wouldn't be going home anytime soon. |
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| coocoostan | Mar 14 2006, 02:16:34 PM Post #6 |
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Fishing Vessel "Rat's Guts" Iosef looked out into the fog. This was the third night in the area and they'd still realy hit nothing, only a few solitary fish. They were skirting the boundary between Sierra 2 and Sierra 1, hoping that some of the fish that littered the other area would wander into theirs. Still, they largely didn't seem to want to, he wasn't really sure why. At any rate, they'd trawl here and head back in. Supposedly there were two more boats at the pier now, which brought their fleet total up to three. Still, he couldn't see the fishery going on too much longer without any fish. In the meantime, the staff at the Coast Guard station in Aubrey had again spotted the fishing vessel approaching the boundary between the two areas and this time they had sent a HH-65 Dolphin helicopter to ask the questions. Iosef knew he was still within the area, as the GPS proved it, but to avoid yet another international incident, he complied and went back. "Оно приняло бы научного работника для того чтобы вычислять этих рыб вне." He paused for a second, as he'd been thinking in English "работника" "Rabotika" "Scientist" A particular type of scientist would come in handy, an oceanologist in particular, although where he'd find one of those was not at all apparent. Maybe the Interior Secretariat would know? #1 Avenue of Heroes President Hagans had already signed off on the order, two patrol vessels had already been approved, but General Lee Murphy and Vice Admiral Andrew Thompson were wondering exactly where they would come from. They already tried to see if moving the two patrol vessels they had on the great Salt Lake, near Coocoobad was possible. It wasn't, at least, not for an amount of money in line with a Labour government's budget. The Vietnam era swift boats on lake Kali could be moved, but they were also junk. Then one of the Naval types who had been sent off to investigate possible sales came back...with a paper in hand, this would work. This would work perfectly, since we already knew how to sail them, we could use them right away. The economic collapse of Nigoval had brought about a fire sale and the fact that two Fremantle class patrol boats, the same kind they had on the Great Salt Lake had become available, was their best opportunity. Quickly, they arranged for two crews to go to the country to inspect and hopefully bring back the boats. (OOC: I know, I RP'd Nigoval without asking, but I figured it was pretty harmless. If not, I'm sure someone will let me know. I don't plan to portray the visit to Nigoval at all, I'll just mention later what came about.) |
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| coocoostan | Mar 19 2006, 02:47:29 PM Post #7 |
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Pier 86, port of Aubrey John Rollings walked down the pier with bag in hand, followed closely by his two lab assistants, who had been all too eager to come along. "Are you the oceanologist?" A Russian sounding voice asked. "That's me, you are?" "Iosef Sergeyvich Pakhimov, captain of this vessel." Rollings could tell one of his lab assistants had wanted him to pronounce it "Wessel". Still, there was work to be done. They set out again, for the boundary between the two fishing areas, shadowed by a Coast Guard cutter, which had been following them around nonstop since they'd gone out for the second time. Iosef could see sailors with rifles standing on the Foc'sle of the cutter, he knew they were waiting for him to slip up. The scientist said he'd try and get a grasp of the water temperature and currents in the area. This took him about two hours of sailing, including half an hour in the Miloun area, which the Coast Guard seemed far from happy about. Then Dr. Rollings had figured it out. "The water temperature and the currents paint an pretty interesting picture. You see this?" He pulled out a chart with the two areas. "Now look at this overlay we just made of the temp and currents." The chart said it all, the currents changed drastically right on the boundary, with the warmer water going along with it. "There's only a few small pockets where the warm water and main currents are in your area, if you'll catch any of them, it'll be here." Rollings had drawn about a 500 yard squared box where they could go try fishing. They arrived there within 20 minutes and once the nets were in the water, they began to fill nicely. "Cherry Salmon?" Dr. Rollings asked. "I think that's what's around here. We haven't caught anything at all yet, so we'll see." They'd managed to catch the salmon within the Area "Sierra Two" which was the Coocoostani area, before turning for home. That's when all of a sudden, the Tevi Milou Coast Guard vessel began to close them. [/I]TMCG Cutter Albatross[/I] The Captain 3rd Rank got out of his chair and peered over the windscreen and looked onto the foc'sle and made sure preparations were going accordingly. He'd been ordered to intercept the vessel as soon as it caught anything. Apparently, the fishing area the Coocoostanis had purchased had a marked lack of fish. Still, he did what he was told. The intercom interrupted his reflection. "Bridge, Ops, two new contacts to report." The Radar Plotter apparently had something of interest. "Report." The Captain allowed him to go ahead. "New contacts, 210 at 4 decimal 5 miles and 215 at 5 miles. Both are tracking intercept courses for the fishing vessel." "Roger, report." The Captain walked over to the after end of the bridge and tried to find them, but couldn't. He broke out the Night-Vision Goggles and tried again. He wasn't very comfortable with the situation. It was probably the Kelssekians again, he knew how to find out. "Ops, Bridge, What's the speed of the two contacts you have to the south west?" "28 and 33 sir!" The plotter replied over the intercom, effectively ruling out Kelssekian involvement, as the returns on the radar were the size of a small vessel, but the speed was too fast for the KF's minesweepers, which were the only vessels that small they operated. This was someone else, almost certainly military. He looked through the NVGs again, he could make out a gun mounted on the front, a 40mm like his. In fact, the vessel was strikingly similar to his in size and loadout, although she....it was painted a military grey instead of white. He had ordered the boarding party to stand down, until they figured this out. About 5 minutes later one of the vessels altered to port and her flag was clearly visible, it was the red, black and grey of Coocoostan. Now boarding was a bad idea. Not only had they gone well into the Coocoostani area, they'd also been overtaken by two ships full of witnesses. "Albatross, this is Coocoostani Patrol Craft Ibix, good evening. We thank you for looking after our fishing vessel captain, but myself and the Antelope can take over for the rest of her trip, over." Not a chance he was going to be this much of a pushover. He picked up the INMARSAT and dailed the Aircraft Control Centre. "ACC, Captain Leiutenant Shaw-Smith speaking." "Leiutenant, this is Captain 3rd Rank Willoughby of the Albatross, we're going to need some air support for a show of force around here, do you have any Herc crews on base tonight?" "Negative sir, the only thing on duty tonight is one of the Jayhawks at Alert 30 and he's to be launched for rescue only." "Lieutenant, maybe you need a few more details. I've got two patrol boats denying me my right to conduct a boarding in our waters, albiet those leased to another country. I need an aircraft out here." "Sir. You know the fact that your ship is at sea at all, let alone for two straight weeks, is a miracle in itself. I can't launch except for SAR, sorry." He hung up. He would have to back off. He Picked up the radio "Ibix, Albatross, we're on our way back in anyhow, out." It was time to go back, as they'd been out for two weeks, about four days longer than had been authorized. Government House, Aubrey "Friends. Our situation is dire. It is quite likely that at this point next year, we will not even be a country. The Kelssekians saying that we would suffer economic collapse shortly after seperation has turned from their most spiteful threat into a cruel reality. We will more than likely have to go crawling back to them." The Prime Minister spoke to his cabinet. "No! This can't be allowed to happen! Surely there's something we can do. I'd rather turn to illegal activity before I went back to them and gave them the satisfaction of tasting victory." The Justice Minister had been a seperatist his whole life and was irate. "They'll just use the harbour to exploit us again, we won't have any say over how it's used." The minister of Transport still had her wits about her and made a good point. "That's true Madeline, but I've made sure that they won't either." "But how?" The Justice minister was intrigued, but still visibly unstable. "I sold it. And this city as well. When we go back to them, they'll have nothing to go on. It's the best really. The citizens of this city were the driving force behind seperation, you all know that. The rural types will do what they're told and if it's Kerk giving the orders, they'll go along with it. Opinion polls in the countryside have been something like 65% in favour of re-confederation anyhow." "85% now sir, this morning's Post." A junior minister without portfolio joined in. "Exactly, it'll be well into the ninties soon. We can't survive without the argicultural areas, it's the only way we'll make enough money to keep going. So I made a deal. They can go back to their little empire and we'll be taking orders and fat paychecks from someone else." "Enough with this verbal maze already! For the love of god! Who are you talking about?" The Justice minister had officialy snapped. "As of April 1st, Aubrey is the capital of the seventh oblast of Coocoostan." "What!? Why did you sell to them?! I'd rather be part of the hive!" The Justice minister had never been a plausible candidate for PM. This was why. "Think about something instead of just reacting for a change Howard! They just opened a massive oil terminal, with shipping rights to North America. This would be their ONLY port. They're obviously going to need a base for those Patrol Boats which sent us home with our tails between our legs. They've got 600 million people, the fleet there will grow. They were the closest country that made sense. They're also close with Kelssek, but they'll stick up for us and have far more leverage than I ever did." "What about the House? Why weren't they consulted? This is against the constitution I'm sure." The Transport Minister asked. "Don't lecture me about the consitution! I wrote the damned thing and I know that it's a lot of bunkum!"(OOC: Today's Final Jeapordy Category, Quoteable Quotes.) With that it was done. The constitution, which sure enough said the sale was legal, was consulted. Re-conferationist leaders were summoned and given a mandeate to negociate with Kelssek and the PM was on television later that night to inform the public of their fate. The citizens of Aubrey were stunned. There had been little press about the economic state of the country and the collapse had blindsided them. The people who made up the rest of what had once been Halmet Point Territory were estatic. Flags were hastily lowered. And the federalists who had gone into the streets began to sing. "Now may those ties of love be ours Which discord CANNOT SEVER! And flourish green for freedom's home The Maple Leaf forever!" They had last sang the song a year ago, when after seperation, it had been a pledge to remain loyal to their old country. Sure enough, it had come to pass. |
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| Kelssek | Mar 19 2006, 08:48:38 PM Post #8 |
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Alan Kerk was on his way to Sussex Drive. He'd just had dinner with the child he'd unknowingly fathered in college. The fracas with that revelation had sold a lot of tabloids 20 years ago and had actually helped his political career because he had became known across the country for the first time. The secure cell phone began ringing. "Hello?" "Prime Minister, important message from Tevi Milou. Are you at home now?" "No, on the way home. What about it?" "They want to reunify, minus the city of Aubrey, which has been sold to Coocoostan." "What? That's crazy. Their main city and they won't be able to have any trade with it?" "I think the elite are hedging their bets. They've been having nothing short of economic disaster since they seperated. You know most of the votes to secede were from city people, anyway tomorrow morning the cabinet's going to need to see how this will all work. Anything you want to tell the press?" Kerk racked his brain over what possible objections the opposition parties might have and couldn't come up with anything. "Will we be able to get them in again?" "Shouldn't be a problem." "Okay. Tell the press I'll support it. Good night." "'night, Prime Minister." |
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