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Carthage & Displacement International encounters
By: Half-Blood Date: January 10, 2013, 1:16 am
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Linking into the orbital satellite for a use other than for
battle Jeffery Harper scanned the surface of the planet "I know
out planet is meant to be blue but this is seriously blue"
Jeffery said to himself as he passed over what used to be New
Zealand he saw something "The fuck is that?" he said as he
zoomed in.
"A Rig!" he said in shock and jumped up and ran to find Eric
Maters, "Boss!" he yelled upon finding him to attract his
attention "I logged into the satellite to have a look around and
I found another Rig, it's where New Zealand used to be" Jeffery
explained.
Eric followed him back to the satellite uplink and saw the still
that Jeffery had captured "Jeffery go fuel the Hind and put in
plenty of extra fuel.. We're going to pay them a visit, they
might be willing to join us, or at the very least might need our
services... You can never have to much money" Eric smirked as
Jeffery ran out of the room to fill up the Mi-24 Hind D.
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25 minutes later they were ready to go, they had enough fuel to
make it, but they would have to land a couple times to refuel
but it would be mostly a smooth flight.
Hours later the Rig came into view, the Hind had full ammo in
the rocket pods and machine gun so if they were hostile the Hind
could at least fight back a little.
On board the Hind was Eric Maters, Jeffery Harper, Phil Waters
and Terry Heartman
Eric was not a big man by most peoples standards he was 5'10
(1.77 meters) and average build but his strengths lie in his
intelligence, he was had an excellent tactical mind and a born
leader to boot. He fit the appearance of a leader and with a
Colt Python strapped to each thigh would make most men look like
a wannabe cowboy but Eric could pull the look off perfectly.
Jeffery was a small man really at only 5'4 (1.61 meters) but
what he lacked in height he made up for in muscle he was as
stocky as they come and his muscles rippled and popped under his
clothes, but despite this he was very humble upon first meetings
unless you annoyed him then his bull like rage came out and with
his AK-47 in his hands he looked imposing and intimidating.
Phil was average in every sense of the word he was 5'9 (1.74
meters) and a very average build but he was fearless, he was not
scared of dying or living he took each day as it came and
treated life as a game that he played to win. He never went
anywhere without his trusty MP-5.
Terry Heartman was a real nasty looking bastard at 6'2 (1.88
meters) he had seen his share of battles and had the scares to
prove it, he did not wear them with pride but many of them could
not be covered without a full face mask. He had a very deep and
gravely voice that had almost a growl to it when ever he spoke
and with his short barreled M-60 on the strap over his shoulder
just adds to his intimidating factor.
They found an empty Helipad and set down, Eric, Jeffery and
Terry jumped out and waited to see what kind of reception they
got, while Phil kept his finger on the trigger of of the Hind's
machine gun and waited...
For a few minutes they were alone, but then the access door at
the far end of the helipad opened and a man walked through into
the light. He was of mid-height and solid build, with slightly
brown skin and shaggy black hair wedged under a green bucket
hat. He wore a green bush jacket over a red-and-black checkered
shirt, and a pair of muscled legs peeked out from under his jean
shorts. In typical New Zealand fashion, his feet were protected
only by a pair of jandals. He was also carrying an Austeyr F88
bullpup carbine, and at the sight of this Phil turned the Hind's
gun to cover him. The man shrugged and raised his arms on either
side to show that he meant no harm.
"Hey, brothers!" he called jovially. "Aint you got a radio? We
almost shot you down till we saw you were flying that ol'
rustbucket. Hey, welcome to Carthage, eh? I'm Rangi Te
Arawa-Smith, but you can just call me Rangi..." He held out his
hand for the men to shake.
Eric stepped forwards and gave Rangi a firm hand shake "Nice to
meet you Rangi, the Name's Eric Maters."
"Pleased to meet you, Eric," Rangi beamed.
Jeffery then stepped forwards and also took Rangi's hand
"Greetings Rangi, I'm Jeffery Harper."
"Kia Ora, Jeffrey. Welcome to Carthage."
Rangi turned to Terry and extended his hand and Terry just
looked at him and spoke in his deep gruff tone "I don't know
you, so thanks but no thanks."
Rangi shrugged. "Fair enough, eh? Hey, what's that?" he asked as
Eric pulled a mini transponder out of his pocket and turned it
off.
"It's a transponder/locator," Eric replied. "if anything had've
happened to us HQ was authorized to launch an all out missile
strike on you, but let us get down to why we came. One reason
was to find other survivors, the second was to offer our
services" Eric hands him a business card telling them the name
of the organization and what they were.
"Displace International, eh? You blokes got much of a setup
where you are? Eh, but I guess it isn't my job to ask you these
things. I suppose that the boss will want to meet you fullas and
talk about your organisation. D'you want to go see him? I can
take you to him."
"Sure thing, be a pleasure" Eric said waving Phil over, Phil
climbed out of the cockpit and walked towards Rangi "OK, lead on
Rangi," Eric said gesturing for Rangi to go first. The man
re-couched his carbine and flung open the access door, revealing
a sharply spiralling metal stairwell. He went in and started
clanking down the stamped metal stairs.
"To answer your question Rangi we do have a pretty sweet set up,
but it would be pointless to explain it all now. I'll explain it
you and your boss at the same time," Eric said as he followed
Rangi into the Rig.
"Sounds good," Rangi replied. They reached the bottom of the
stairwell and found themselves spilling out onto a catwalk
beneath the helipad. "Where you are now, this is the Mangatepopo
Rig. This used to be the best hiking spot in the country; now
it's the site of our auxiliary helipad and western agricultural
efforts." He moved quickly along the catwalk to a long ramp
descending to the rough volcanic rocks below. It was quite a
descent, made no easier by the thin mountain air. At length they
arrived at what appeared to be some sort of carpark for the
rig's vehicles.
"Nice setup" Eric said looking around but still following Rangi
"I spy quite a few LAV IIIs" Phil said noticing them at the back
of the car park
"Yeah, you're right. There used to be an army base east of here,
and when things went to custard they left us with a lot of
equipment to use." He tapped his rifle reverentially. "I used to
be in the Army myself. Sergeant Te Arawa-Smith, but now I'm head
of Carthage Security. Suppose I should've said that earlier,
eh?. Ah, here we are..." he said as they arrived at a bulky
utility vehicle. He opened two of the doors on the side and
waved the visitors in. "Jump onboard, fullas. This used to be
one of the army Pinzgaurs, but we busted through the back of the
cab and made it into a people-mover. I call it the Hog."
"Not saying I don't like the guided tour, but where the hell are
you taking us?" Eric said as he got into 'The Hog'
"Well," Rangi said as he slammed the doors shut, "The head of
our operation here is a man called Mr Carthage. He stays in the
Chateau on one of the other mountains' slopes. It's a bit of a
way out from where we are now, so we have to drive down. You all
buckled up? Right then, let's get moving."
He turned the keys and the Hog growled into life. Gravelly rocks
popped from under the tyres as it began to roll along the road
down into the valley. It hit a rock and the whole vehicle jumped
sharply.
"Oh yeah," Rangi said. "I forgot to say, it's a bit of a bumpy
ride..."
They jolted down into the valley, leaving the rig standing
behind them on the volcanic slopes.
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Re: Carthage & Displacement International encounters
By: Knight Errant Date: January 10, 2013, 6:38 pm
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Chateau Tongariro, on the slopes of Mt Ruapehu...
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Michael Carthage was playing golf on the front lawn of the
Chateau when the Hog pulled up. Without even glancing away for a
moment, he struck the ball gently with his putter and, satisfied
with the stroke, watched it bobble into the hole. Removing his
white golfing cap, he turned to face the newcomers as Rangi
jumped out of the vehicle. Michael waited for him and then the
two entered into a rapid, whispered discussion out of earshot of
the van.
At a distance, Mr Carthage did not look overly impressive. He
was clearly in his fifties, whatever hair colour he had quickly
fading from his scalp, and his features were sallow and
weather-worn. Unlike the mercenary-looking Rangi, he was dressed
somewhat innocuously in a light blue golfing shirt and beige
trousers, with white turf shoes. In all, he looked more like a
country gentleman out for the day as opposed to the leader of a
rig colony. The discussion ended and Rangi stepped back into the
van.
"Mr Carthage will speak to you in the Chateau. I'll just park us
up alongside it." The Hog rumbled up past the sign for Whakapapa
Village and into the carpark behind the Chateau. "Just head on
inside," Rangi said. "The dining room's out the front. Mr
Carthage will meet you there."
"You're not coming with us?" Eric said, looking at Rangi.
"No, I'm afraid I have other duties to attend to. It was good
meeting you, brothers. Kia Ora."
They stepped out of the van, and after a moment Rangi began a
turn and drove off back down the volcano's slopes. They
cautiously entered the building and made their way toward the
side facing the golf course. The interior was somewhat ornate,
being decorated in pre-depression style, with stylish furnishing
and long velvet curtains. They reached the dining rooms and
looked around. There was nobody there.
"This doesn't feel right Boss" Phil said to Eric getting very
suspicious "Don't worry Phil, I've got my radio turned on, HQ
can hear everything" Eric said trying to reassure Phil but
feeling the same way. Just then, however, a voice echoed out
from behind them.
"Magnificent, isn't it? You know, this place was once used as an
asylum for New Zealand's lunatics. Now it's the headquarters for
the last of the country's population. I find that ironic, don't
you?"
They turned to see Michael Carthage walk in behind them, somehow
having changed into a light grey suit in the short time that
they had been in the van. He approached with a thin smile on his
face. "Please, take a seat."
Eric and Phil quickly sit down, Terry remained standing "Sit the
fuck down!" Eric ordered, Terry reluctantly sat down and watched
Michael Carthage very closely as he walked towards them.
Carthage studied them quietly for a moment, then took a seat
opposite. "Can I get you anything to drink? Tea, coffee, wine?
We have some superb cellars here, I'm sure there'll be a label
you might like."
"Coffee, black 2 sugars please" said Eric
"Tea, herbal please" Phil said smiling warmly
"Nothing thank you" Jeffery said taking a swig from his canteen
"Coffee Black no sugar" Terry said in his usual harsh voice
Carthage rang a bell and a young lady came in and Carthage
reeled off what the men wanted and she left quickly, 10 minutes
later she came back with a silver tray and all the drinks on it
and handed them to the correct people and quickly left the room
closing the doors behind her.
"Now," Carthage continued, uncorking a bottle of whiskey he had
pulled from a side-cabinet. "To business. Tell me, who are you,
where have you come from and why have you come here?"
"We are D.I, Displace International we are an army without a
Nation, Religion or Ideology, all we know is how to fight and we
do it well, we will defend any Nation or Rig that requires it
and can afford us. We were founded in 1989 by Savos Lennox. I
know you heard of him just about everyone has, we are here today
to offer our services to you should you need them... We will
answer any questions you might have about us."
"Good, good," Carthage replied. "I certainly have a few." He
took a brief sip of his whiskey. "Firstly, how many are you at
this Displace and where is your army based?"
"Well at current count we number 5,000 that's not including the
people that keep HQ running that's just the active combat units"
Eric answered happy that he might be getting some more business
"We are based about 3,000 miles (4828 KM) west of where North
America used to be" Jeffery continued.
"Oh, an oceanic colony?" Carthage mused. "And tell me, what kind
of...armaments do you have at this place? Guns, cannons,
missiles? Do you keep a constant guard or do you feel relatively
secure?"
Terry was getting more than slightly suspicious at the line of
questions and slowly and quietly took the safety off his Short
Barreled M60. Just then, a buzzer beeped and Carthage's
expression grew opaque.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said, standing to his feet. "I have
to attend to this call. Please, take a moment to relax while I'm
gone. It looks to be a beautiful day." He strode swiftly from
the room and out of sight.
Jeffery looked around. "He's a nice guy," he said smiling. "Are
you all mad!?" Terry said in a very annoyed whisper, doing his
best not to alert Carthage. "The man is milking you for
information and you're offering it up freely... What are you
going to give him next? access codes for the satellite uplink?"
Jeffery looked at Terry and burst out laughing. "You paranoid
old fool, he just wants to know everything before doing
business."
"You are a good soldier Jeff," Terry said in a serious tone,
"but you're a fucking idiot" Jeffery glared at him, then turned
to Eric. "Boss tell him he's being paranoid," he said looking
for support.
"Sorry son," Eric said looking at Terry a moment of clarity
hitting him like a brick in the balls. "Terry's right, that line
of questions was way to intrusive; that's why I didn't answer
the last questions," Eric grabbed the radio and put the mic to
his mouth. "I hope someone's on the other end of this..." A
voice came back, "Aye Boss, Agouti here; I heard everything and
I agree. I'm fueling up the sea plane now, not sure how long
I'll be... try to stall him, or better yet get the fuck out of
there if you can" Agouti said as he signed off. "Will do John,
see you soon.. I hope" Eric signed off too and looked at Terry.
Terry stood up and went to the window. "Let's not sit here with
out thumbs up our asses, let's get outta here!" he said as he
walked over to the window. Once there he looked over and saw a
couple of trucks pulling up by the golf course. A number of
jacketed figures armed with shotguns, hunting rifles and a
smattering of carbines jumped out and began to advance toward
the Chateau. "Looks like we're not going anywhere without a
fight" Terry said, sitting back down but keeping the safety off.
Eric put his hands under the table and pulled a flash bang
grenade off his belt. He pulled the pin but kept it in his
hands. He slowly and carefully showed the others what he had,
and they all nodded and sat quietly waiting for what was going
to happen next.
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