THE 2nd Cataclysm 1920. IC-CLOSED per Sign Up.

[Wonderchicken]

OOC-Well, to be brutally honest, it was simply a matter of the Australien admiral in charge of the ANTF completely overreacting and performing some excessive moves. The Wochicks panicked and Admiral Hawke has pretty much made it seem as if they were the aggressor to LL.

OOC: I don't know if I would describe their actions as "panic." Their orders were, after all, to infiltrate the Edmar undetected. A sub can't do that on the surface. All four subs did what subs generally have to do when faced with aggressive moves by armed surface ships. The three boats that scattered west of the strait did so mainly because they would have made a much easier target had they remained close together.

[Lowell Leber]

OOC: I kind of wish I could contribute. I am starting to regret writing myself out of things for a while. I guess that's one of the consequences of not breaking character.

OOC: On the contrary. I doubt that a responsible nation like Nullarni would simply sit by and watch a war erupt without trying to apply influence in the hopes of breaking up the fight before it starts...

OOC-I was thinking that Nullarni might try and host a summit of sorts to keep things from getting out of hand. But since Kievistan and the Barbarians will attack during the time of this summit it will force everyones hand. Also as far as Wonderchiken vessels and the Edmar Sea, LL looks upon the Edmar as a sea belonging to it and Nullarni only and not an International Body of water. This would serve as a point of contention for those who wish to fight against LL, Australien, and anyone who allies with us.

[Nullarni]

OOC: I've got an idea, but I will wait for a bit longer for this part to play out... At least one or two more posts, so I don't jump ahead like I did last time .

[Itailian Maifias]

OOC: I need something to do. PLease anything!

[Wonderchicken]

LL looks upon the Edmar as a sea belonging to it and Nullarni only and not an International Body of water. This would serve as a point of contention for those who wish to fight against LL, Australien, and anyone who allies with us.

OOC: That will also become a sticking point in the event of an east-end canal connecting the Edmar and Laruvi Seas...

@Italian Mafias - Surely the Kievis would not have reached out solely to the Wochiks. How's your Navy? Mine is, apparently, woefully understaffed.

[Itailian Maifias]

OOC: Mine is very good, as being an nation of islands, it is better than our Army

[Wonderchicken]

OOC: Mine is very good, as being an nation of islands, it is better than our Army

OOC: Well, yeah--Wonderchicken is an island nation as well. Unfortunately, they have me running the show, and the Navy I gave them isn't as fully-fleshed as I had thought...

[Itailian Maifias]

OOC: Mine is very good, as being an nation of islands, it is better than our Army

OOC: Well, yeah--Wonderchicken is an island nation as well. Unfortunately, they have me running the show, and the Navy I gave them isn't as fully-fleshed as I had thought...

OOC: Perhaps one of the Maifia's could provide a few ships......

[Wonderchicken]

OOC: Mine is very good, as being an nation of islands, it is better than our Army

OOC: Well, yeah--Wonderchicken is an island nation as well. Unfortunately, they have me running the show, and the Navy I gave them isn't as fully-fleshed as I had thought...

OOC: Perhaps one of the Maifia's could provide a few ships......

OOC: Of course, the minute the Wochik High Command finds out they've had a boat fired on and sunk, especially given their understanding (false or otherwise) that it took place in international waters, they'll be petitioning rather persuasively for the Nexhur to declare war and start building as many boats as they can find crews for.

[Nullarni]

OOC: So... I think it is either Lowell Leber's turn to post or Australien's turn...

[Australien]

OOC: So... I think it is either Lowell Leber's turn to post or Australien's turn...

Well, I haven't got much to post. I'm awaiting a reply in relation to my Military Intel Officer, and my fleet is simply heading to the nearest port.

[Lowell Leber]

An Undisclosed Location on the Kievistan/Lowell Leber Border
Feb. 21st 1920
Approx 1440
MIO Kevin Brown arrived at the small hut near the border, the only unusual feature being the large amount of horses hitched out the front. He walked up to the soldier standing at the front gate.
"Good day, I am Military Intelligence Officer Brown from the Australien Armed Service, I believe you're expecting my arrival."

The sentry saluted sharply and replied, "Major Shleck and Lieutenent von Peiper inside for you sir!".
He then sharply cliked his heals together.
"At ease soldier!" laughed von Peiper as he emerged from the hut. "Forgive the sentry for his polished manner, he's straight from recruit camp. I am Lieutenent von Peiper, XO of this little outfit and one of the best horsemen in this army. You must be Officer Brown?...."

An Undisclosed Location on the Kievistan/Lowell Leber Border
Feb. 21st 1920
Approx 1440
Brown extended his hand, shaking the Lieutenent's briskly
"Indeed I am, and we haven't a moment to waste. I assume you have something to drink in that little hut of yours?"

Northern entrance of the Laynu Strait,
Feb. 21 1920
17:30 hours
The admiral had just called off the search, heading for the nearest appropriate port to refuel, rearm and prepare.

OOC: What's the nearest appropriate port?

OOC-Most likely the Capital of Areis City
IC:
An Undisclosed Location on the Kievistan/Lowell Leber Border
Feb. 21st 1920
Approx 1440

Lt. Peiper laughed as he shook Brown's hand enthusiasticaly. "We have coffee, some tea if your into that, or perhaps a little whiskey to shake off this cold before we get down to business?"....

[Wonderchicken]

LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:30 hours

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.

[Wonderchicken]

OOC: I apologize, but due to a family matter I will be MIA for a while; maybe a week or more.

[Australien]

An Undisclosed Location on the Kievistan/Lowell Leber Border
Feb. 21st 1920
Approx 1440
MIO Kevin Brown arrived at the small hut near the border, the only unusual feature being the large amount of horses hitched out the front. He walked up to the soldier standing at the front gate.
"Good day, I am Military Intelligence Officer Brown from the Australien Armed Service, I believe you're expecting my arrival."

The sentry saluted sharply and replied, "Major Shleck and Lieutenent von Peiper inside for you sir!".
He then sharply cliked his heals together.
"At ease soldier!" laughed von Peiper as he emerged from the hut. "Forgive the sentry for his polished manner, he's straight from recruit camp. I am Lieutenent von Peiper, XO of this little outfit and one of the best horsemen in this army. You must be Officer Brown?...."

An Undisclosed Location on the Kievistan/Lowell Leber Border
Feb. 21st 1920
Approx 1440
Brown extended his hand, shaking the Lieutenent's briskly
"Indeed I am, and we haven't a moment to waste. I assume you have something to drink in that little hut of yours?"

Northern entrance of the Laynu Strait,
Feb. 21 1920
17:30 hours
The admiral had just called off the search, heading for the nearest appropriate port to refuel, rearm and prepare.

OOC: What's the nearest appropriate port?

OOC-Most likely the Capital of Areis City
IC:
An Undisclosed Location on the Kievistan/Lowell Leber Border
Feb. 21st 1920
Approx 1440

Lt. Peiper laughed as he shook Brown's hand enthusiasticaly. "We have coffee, some tea if your into that, or perhaps a little whiskey to shake off this cold before we get down to business?"....

"I'll take a combination of the latter two, if you would be so kind" He replied as he walked into the hut, examining his surroundings as he did so.
He walked through the front door and took a seat at a table in the middle of the room.
"I'll just cut any further pleasantries and get straight to business. I need you and your men to escort me through border regions so I can get accurate troop numbers and positions of Kievi military."

OOC- Sorry for the long response time, I was a little bit busy

[Lowell Leber]

Kievistani/Lowell Leber Border
Feb 21st 1920 Approx. 1440

"I like your attitude, Officer Brown" replied Peiper. " We shall leave tomorrow on a scouting trip. I believe that we shall find even more surprising things then I have already discovered."

OOC-No worries! It happens to us all from time to time....stupid RL!

[Australien]

OOC-Is it not someone else's turn to post?

[Nullarni]

OOC: Um... Wonderchicken is away and Lowell Leber just posted. I was planning on posting, but part of my stuff would require Wonderchicken... so I am stuck. Also the other two that have posted in this thread seem to have dropped out. So you can go ahead if you like... Of course, I can't wait to see the meeting between the captain of the LL destroyer and Bacs. It seems like it may be rather interesting.

[Australien]

Kievistani/Lowell Leber Border
Feb 21st 1920 Approx. 1600
After about an hour of looking over a map of the region and discussing the situation, Brown had reached a conclusion.
"We need to get as close to the border as possible and try to get accurate information on the Kievi military. If, and only if, we cannot get accurate information whilst staying within Lowell Leber, we will need to cross into Kievistan and covertly obtain the necessary information, is that clear?"

[Lowell Leber]

Kievistani/Lowell Leber Border
Feb 21st 1920 Approx. 1600

"Agreed," said Peiper, " I would venture to guess that we will need to scout across the border, especially given the rumors I have heard from some of my sources..."

[Australien]

Kievistani/Lowell Leber Border
Feb 21st 1920 Approx. 1600

"Agreed," said Peiper, " I would venture to guess that we will need to scout across the border, especially given the rumors I have heard from some of my sources..."

OOC-I don't know much about the geography of the region, do you have a detailed map? Also, Nullarni, I'd say it's fairly safe to skip ahead to the time you posted earlier.

[Lowell Leber]

BUMP-for Australien or Wonderchiken.

[Wonderchicken]

BUMP-for Australien or Wonderchiken.

OOC: Bacs is waiting patiently in a room to be questioned, and I am ready to resume when someone enters that room. Nullarni had expressed an interest in dialogue between the Wochik and Nullarnish ambassadors, but there is as yet no reason for Wo'n Darshekeen to pursue talks with Nullarni.

[Lowell Leber]

LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:30 hours

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..."

[Wonderchicken]

LLS Lynnette
Edmar Sea
21 FEB 1920, 17:30 hours

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..."

Bacs wasn't sure how to respond. His ship had been depth-charged; pounded by percussive blasts until the main had ruptured. His Vushvakh, his ship, and most of the Saidom Vubee's crew were now sleeping in Guznahfar's Chambers¹; and yet his captors had treated his wounds, given him something to drink, and were (so far as he could tell) treating the rescued sailors with perfect civility.

Of course, Bacs reminded himself, none of their current treatment mattered. A vessel of the Vushicskah Fa of Wo'n Darshekeen had been fired upon. And sunk, he reminded himself. It could only be interpreted as an act of war, and he knew his duty. No matter how civil and accommodating his captors were, they were the enemy. He could not trust himself to be forthcoming in any way without the risk of divulging potentially damning information. He looked into the eye of Ensign Johnson and tried to muster all of the sternness he could gather. He rehearsed in his mind the only things he would allow himself to say, but chose not to speak. Not yet.

My name is Bacs Zervahli. My rank is Devahkh-Thokh. My identification code is C4655-HCV4-8364BC.²

1 - Guznahfar is the Wochik equivalent of Davy Jones. Sailors lost at sea are said to sleep in Guznahfar's Chambers until God reclaims the world.
2 - I realize that this RP is set before the Geneva Convention, but I'm going to pretend that the Wochik High Command is forward-thinking in at least one way. For example, Bacs has been taught only to reveal those three to four facts, but he has no reason to think that it's all that can reasonably be expected from him. By the way (if anyone's interested), C4655 refers to his assignment to the Saidom Vubee, HC marks him as a Communications Officer, and V4 is his rank level. The last part, 8364BC, was assigned to him upon enlistment as ID.