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by Lowell Leber » Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:39 am
by Australien » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:19 pm
Lowell Leber wrote:OOC-Needed a break for the last few days and a few more....going through a breakup!
by Lowell Leber » Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:06 pm
Wonderchicken wrote:LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:30 hoursLowell Leber wrote:Wonderchicken wrote:Already, Bacs's head was beginning to clear a little. The medic had done a thorough job cleaning Bacs up, and had even offered a couple of aspirin tablets. He had also shown genuine concern as he examined Bacs's right eye, clucking his tongue and muttering a note-to-self.
"Have to keep an eye on that right...um, eye," the medic had said, shrugging when he realized the significance of his word choice. He had then patted Bacs on the knee and announced that he would let the Captain know that Bacs was ready for him.
Of course, Bacs didn't feel ready at all--not by a great deal. Bacs was no warrior. He had a good ear and a keen, analytical mind that served him well in linguistics and cryptography, but he had nearly washed out of the Vushicskah Fa's Naval Training Regimen because of the physical demands placed on the learners. As he stopped to think about that, he realized suddenly that he was grateful for the punishment he had endured there. It might just help him get through whatever was now standing between him and his return home to Tenjah and Devee.
Bacs looked around the small chamber. There was a small table and a few chairs. Nothing he could have hoped to use as a weapon, even if he was in any condition to wield one. On the other hand, he hadn't exactly been strapped to the table, either, and the treatment of him and his crew mates thus far had all been respectful (except, of course, for their treatment of the Saidom Vubee, herself), so there was hope that this might be endurable, at least. He considered the clock on the wall, and realized that he had actually been waiting for some time. It occurred to him that this could be a deliberate effort to let his nerves shake his resolve before the questioning even began, but he decided he would choose to be grateful for the opportunity to gather himself. He sat at the table and faced the door.
"Officer...Bacs, is it? I am Ensign Johnson. Would you care for some more to drink or some food? I only have a few questions for you before we drop you off on shore for detention or return to your homeland..."
by Wonderchicken » Sat Aug 14, 2010 10:02 pm
Lowell Leber wrote:"Well I'd like to know a little more than that sailor, like why was a dangerous vessel like yours in the Edmar Sea during a time of such hostilities between my nation and Kievistan? Your nation's leaders know that Lowell Leber and Nullarni claim joint and exclusive jurisdiction over the Edmar and that it is not an International body of water..."
by Lowell Leber » Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:38 pm
LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:30 hours
ICS: Bacs struggled to maintain his composure. He thought to himself, Has this guy been sucking on Khupi Weed? We were assured that the central Edmar was international territory! He looked up at his captor and thought, It must be a trick. The only "hostilities" I've seen were when my sinker was getting depth-charged. Bacs Zervahli knew his duties, and his duties were clear. According to Vushicskah Fa protocol, he was to divulge nothing but his name, rank, and ID code to any hostile entity. He cleared his throat and spoke:
IC: "My name is Bacs Zervahli. My rank is Devahkh-Thokh. My identification code is C4655-HCV4-8364BC."
by Wonderchicken » Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:09 pm
Lowell Leber wrote:IC: "Yes sailor, I got that the first time. I am not going to be so cordial unless you tell me the one thing I want to know. Its not something top secret by any means, I just want to know why your sub was here in the Edmar?...
by Lowell Leber » Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:13 pm
Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:IC: "Yes sailor, I got that the first time. I am not going to be so cordial unless you tell me the one thing I want to know. Its not something top secret by any means, I just want to know why your sub was here in the Edmar?...
LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:38 hours
ICS: Bacs cursed to himself, and hoped his sigh was not too obvious. This 'Ensign Johnson' was probably right. He had only been participating in a war game--with apparently false intelligence about how the surrounding nations viewed the territory--and were he to be more forthcoming, himself, he might also have a few questions of his own answered. Unfortunately, his head was in the stocks, as it were. Were he to divulge any information other than that prescribed by the High Command, he would be seen as a traitor. His motives and rationale would be irrelevant. He thought again of his wife and son, and knew he had no choice.
IC: Bacs looked up at Ensign Johnson and set his face. "My name is Bacs Zervahli. My rank is Devahkh-Thokh. My identification code is C4655-HCV4-8364BC."
by Wonderchicken » Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:41 pm
Lowell Leber wrote:Johnson laughed aloud. You're a good sailor, and loyal to your nation. That said I will be back in an hour, and I hope you will reconsider your answer. It could very well help prevent a war between our nations.."
by Lowell Leber » Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:38 am
by Australien » Wed Aug 18, 2010 3:05 am
by Lowell Leber » Wed Aug 18, 2010 11:05 am
by Wonderchicken » Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:14 pm
by Australien » Thu Aug 19, 2010 1:47 am
Lowell Leber wrote:Undisclosed location.
LL/Kievistan Border region (Within Kievi territory)
Approximately 11:00 PM. Feb. 21 1920
"Some ally, " Peiper whispered. "Its me, the others were captured and promptly shot. Whats over those two hills to the northeast is stunning to say the least..."
OOC-No problem Australien, it was worth the wait. Your post has provided the perfect lead in to the true start of the war. Which you will see after your response to this post.
by Lowell Leber » Thu Aug 19, 2010 11:44 am
Australien wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:Undisclosed location.
LL/Kievistan Border region (Within Kievi territory)
Approximately 11:00 PM. Feb. 21 1920
"Some ally, " Peiper whispered. "Its me, the others were captured and promptly shot. Whats over those two hills to the northeast is stunning to say the least..."
OOC-No problem Australien, it was worth the wait. Your post has provided the perfect lead in to the true start of the war. Which you will see after your response to this post.
Brown lowered his pistol, putting it back ins his holster.
"Well we don't have time to be stunned," Brown said, "we need to get to a damn radio. The amount of artillery I saw was enough to wipe out half a battalion in one barrage. I didn't get much of a look at the rest of their forces though, I do hope you didn't see anything too shocking?"
"Actually it was very shocking. Those damn Kievis are arming those barbarian Kasabians and usning them to increase their troop numbers. I bet I saw 3 battalions worth of those animals in camp over yonder! This would completely turn the numbers around against us. So your right, we do need to get to a radio back across the border and let the General Staff know pronto!"
by Australien » Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:47 am
Lowell Leber wrote:"Actually it was very shocking. Those damn Kievis are arming those barbarian Kasabians and usning them to increase their troop numbers. I bet I saw 3 battalions worth of those animals in camp over yonder! This would completely turn the numbers around against us. So your right, we do need to get to a radio back across the border and let the General Staff know pronto!"
by Lowell Leber » Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:15 am
by Australien » Mon Aug 23, 2010 1:15 am
Lowell Leber wrote:"Your right good sir, let us get back to the horses on the double so we can get back to base."
Peiper and Brown rode throughout the night and reached base camp on the LL side of the border around 0330 hours. Unfortunately a late winter storm was blowing in and the electrical lines from the generator had blown down, leaving the wireless and telegraph out of operation for the moment.
by Lowell Leber » Tue Aug 24, 2010 9:32 am
by Wonderchicken » Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:05 am
Lowell Leber wrote:LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:45 hours.
Johnston walked into the interrogation room and took his seat next to the Wochik officer. "My friend, if you want war keep your mouth shut. If you truly desire peace, then tell me the answers to the questions I have already asked you..."
by Lowell Leber » Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:11 am
by Wonderchicken » Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:23 am
Lowell Leber wrote:"Fine, fine just keep giving that horseshit. Security, escort this one back to the brig with the others!
And you, Bacs. We in the military are honorable, but I fear the Strategic Intelligence Services will not conduct themselves in such a way."
by Lowell Leber » Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:36 am
Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:"Fine, fine just keep giving that horseshit. Security, escort this one back to the brig with the others!
And you, Bacs. We in the military are honorable, but I fear the Strategic Intelligence Services will not conduct themselves in such a way."
Bacs was no soldier. One of the reasons he had chosen the Vushicskah Fa, and sinkers in particular, was that he was far more likely to be killed than taken prisoner. It wasn't that he particularly relished death. It was just better that way.
As the guard lifted him roughly from his seat, he looked at Johnson and heard himself squeak, "I can't..."
by Wonderchicken » Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:50 am
Lowell Leber wrote:Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:"Fine, fine just keep giving that horseshit. Security, escort this one back to the brig with the others!
And you, Bacs. We in the military are honorable, but I fear the Strategic Intelligence Services will not conduct themselves in such a way."
Bacs was no soldier. One of the reasons he had chosen the Vushicskah Fa, and sinkers in particular, was that he was far more likely to be killed than taken prisoner. It wasn't that he particularly relished death. It was just better that way.
As the guard lifted him roughly from his seat, he looked at Johnson and heard himself squeak, "I can't..."
"You can, in the name of preserving any chance of peace you can! Why are your people in the Edmar? Why all the vessels in our region? What is the purpose of all this when for years we never saw your people this far north except to trade?"
by Lowell Leber » Tue Aug 24, 2010 11:30 am
Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:"Fine, fine just keep giving that horseshit. Security, escort this one back to the brig with the others!
And you, Bacs. We in the military are honorable, but I fear the Strategic Intelligence Services will not conduct themselves in such a way."
Bacs was no soldier. One of the reasons he had chosen the Vushicskah Fa, and sinkers in particular, was that he was far more likely to be killed than taken prisoner. It wasn't that he particularly relished death. It was just better that way.
As the guard lifted him roughly from his seat, he looked at Johnson and heard himself squeak, "I can't..."
"You can, in the name of preserving any chance of peace you can! Why are your people in the Edmar? Why all the vessels in our region? What is the purpose of all this when for years we never saw your people this far north except to trade?"
A full-on war had erupted in Bacs's mind. Why had he spoken?? He had no idea how much of his struggle showed on his face, and at the moment he lacked the capacity to spare any attention on anything but calming the surging, raging ocean within him.
Again, it was as though his body spoke without him. "My Vushvakh is dead, and with him, the orders for my sink...er, sub..." He pursed his lips as the word stumbled around his head. "Sub...marine?" In one sense, it was a lie. Bacs had known why they were in the Edmar, but maybe this would allow him to give Johnson something he wanted without truly breaching Vushicskah Fa protocol. After all, Preenau was dead. And the lie was plausible...
by Wonderchicken » Tue Aug 24, 2010 12:14 pm
Lowell Leber wrote:Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:Wonderchicken wrote:Lowell Leber wrote:"Fine, fine just keep giving that horseshit. Security, escort this one back to the brig with the others!
And you, Bacs. We in the military are honorable, but I fear the Strategic Intelligence Services will not conduct themselves in such a way."
Bacs was no soldier. One of the reasons he had chosen the Vushicskah Fa, and sinkers in particular, was that he was far more likely to be killed than taken prisoner. It wasn't that he particularly relished death. It was just better that way.
As the guard lifted him roughly from his seat, he looked at Johnson and heard himself squeak, "I can't..."
"You can, in the name of preserving any chance of peace you can! Why are your people in the Edmar? Why all the vessels in our region? What is the purpose of all this when for years we never saw your people this far north except to trade?"
A full-on war had erupted in Bacs's mind. Why had he spoken?? He had no idea how much of his struggle showed on his face, and at the moment he lacked the capacity to spare any attention on anything but calming the surging, raging ocean within him.
Again, it was as though his body spoke without him. "My Vushvakh is dead, and with him, the orders for my sink...er, sub..." He pursed his lips as the word stumbled around his head. "Sub...marine?" In one sense, it was a lie. Bacs had known why they were in the Edmar, but maybe this would allow him to give Johnson something he wanted without truly breaching Vushicskah Fa protocol. After all, Preenau was dead. And the lie was plausible...
Johnson saw clearly the tortured look on Bacs face, he felt sympathy for the sailor not just as a fellow soldier but as a human being. "Go on....?"
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