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FILE: PEPPER ATOLL
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PEPPER ATOLL is a series of islands and archipelagoes approximately 160km to the north-west of Brytene. No government currently lays claim to PEPPER ATOLL and as a result, it is an economically deprived and politically chaotic region, with local warlords, smuggling gangs, and pirates operating from the area. It is also relatively poor - there is little arable land on the islands, and much of it is underdeveloped. The Brytisc Fleet undertakes regular humanitarian missions to attempt to improve living conditions across the Atoll.
St Joseph, Pepper Atoll
Population: 3000(?)
Sergeant Teorell grunted as she lifted the box down from the plane's fuselage to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust as she dumped it down. She was part of the Beachside Project, a government-funded attempt to assuage the guilt the Brytisc navy felt for regularly sinking boatloads of pirates and smugglers based out of the Atoll.
St Joseph itself was a dreary place - no-one knew quite what had happened, but earlier in the year the little coastal town had been attacked and burned to the ground, and now in the place of bright and cheerful clay-brick houses was a sprawl of shanties and shacks. Whilst Mercia dumped box after box of supplies from the back of the aging helicopter they had flown in to this pit, her two colleagues held back the crowds. It was just her, one Hudan, and one Vedrian, pretty much the total sum of the world's effort to help the Pepper Atollites.
She heard shouting from the crowd behind her as she unloaded another crate, this time filled with rice, and turned just in time to see a plume of smoke arcing over the low rooftops. She flung herself aside with a curse, hearing nothing but a bang followed by a tearing noise and the instant reek of smoke and petrol. Snatching up her KA-P7 handgun, her only armament, she looked up to see the aging helicopter halfway through lifting off, smoke pouring from its burning tail as it began to spin crazily, toppling away from her into the shanty street opposite, crushing a shack and its occupants whilst the rotor blades whipped the next alleyway into charnel.
At the same time, gunfire sounded not particularly far off, and she saw glimpses of bright yellow shirts and clothing heading their way. She glanced over to her comrades....