"Nice, our fleet has been partially beached. Hooray." Captain Heike Kranz of the BS Ostrovia sarcastically speaks.
The bridge of the Ostrovia proceeds to give a slow sarcastic clap.
Captain Heike then reaches for the communications. He then picks up.
"Yes, uh, this is Captain Heike of the BS Ostrovia, can you send repairs and some 2 other Adravias please? Shit has gone down."

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"It won't boot." One of the investigators speaks in a frustrated tone.
Everyone in the room proceeds to give a slow sarcastic clap.
"What a shame for Altfilrus and the Altfilrusian spirit." A professor speaks during all the clapping.
"Let's, uhhh, expand the operation then." One of the administrators spoke.

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Meanwhile, Gertie Dreher, the Minister of Transport proceeds to prepare for the meeting with local dignitaries.

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"Hey lads, I think something is up." The captain of the 1st private expedition spoke.
"Ehhhh, I think there's a signal." The commander spoke.
"You know what to do. We do have some personnel here" He spoke.

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Red is Mandarin, Green is Korean.

Monteros, Winston Island, 5th of December, 20XX




The RPNV Raika docked at Monteros at 7 AM, as the townsfolk and the tourists start to get out of their houses to go get breakfast, which was normally a dose of muffin and coffee. The sailors of the RPNV Raika joined in with another company of the Peonic Expeditionary from the RPV Katsugawa, a makeshift base using containers were built in the harbour, and preparations began as the engineers gave thorough maintenance of the Raika, following a refuel. Captain Denning Ko had instructed his first mate, Lieutenant Hakeem Zhang to oversee the process. The leaders of the expedition at the RPNV Raika was called for a meeting, and a Winstonian patrol speedboat was there to take them.


It was clear what they were moving towards as the speedboat leaped over the ocean waves. A behemoth that sat near the Winston Islands, the Jobu-Masako 10th Generation Nuclear Aircraft Carrier had made rounds in reconnaisance over North Cordilia amidst the Besernian-Absolustan war, after the declaration of peace, the ship was relocated to the Winston Islands for a special meeting.

Captain Ko wore his best uniform, white with markings of rank, The Peonic Salvation Corps was the tag that he wore on his left. Zahra Lliong had worn an orange lifevest and sat on the side trying to photo the admiring panorama of Winston Island. The Head Oceanographer, Kao Min Hao, was also present with his own lifevest, he was a bit moody.

“Are you feeling seasick, honorable professor?” asked Zahra Lliong.
“It is nothing, honorable investigator. The potato salad for dinner and for breakfast was simply the epitome of depression that soured the beginning of the day.”
“You are not sick, I hope. Professor?” Asked Captain Ko.
“I am not, food poisoning would lead you to regret and anger of consumption. This is not like that, I am merely, utterly dissapointed.” Said Kao Min Hao, looking moodier as he gazed at the oceans, he didn’t feel the need to say that he had some stomach problems before arrival, but he had taken the medicine subtly given to him by the medic.

The speedboat continued to sail closer to the carrier as the morning fog cleared the view. Siding the boat to the carrier, the ladders unto the ship were pushed out into sight. Captain Ko tightened his white gloves, the standard issue Captain gloves and got up the bars leading to the entrance. Zahra tightened her hijab first, making sure the ocean wind would not blow it off, and made her way up, noted the chilly temperature of winter steel, and continued. Professor Kao Min Hao however, was a swimmer, and while he braves the depths of the ocean, fears depth when there is no liquid, otherwise known as heights. Sighing a couple of times, he took every bar and got up at a slow pace, telling himself to not look down.

As the three were escorted into the conference room, sailors were forming at the runway of the carrier. Lining up in front of the jetfighters that fly under the Peonic banner, they welcome a jet that landed, markings of the royal emblem were abundant.

The planes hooked unto the runway, and the doors open.


“Attention!” The row of soldiers stood in unison, a salute to welcome the head of state. Peonic guardians with their traditional silk uniform came out first and stood by the side of the stairs of the plane. The Peony wore a black dress suit with her hair cut neatly. She had cut her hair after her address a couple of weeks ago.
Following her is the High Commodore, Lord-Admiral Zheng He, and the leader of the Peonic Salvation Corps, Admiral Han Lee. Both in their respective admiral uniforms. They followed behind The Peony as her guardians boxed them in.

All of them made their way to the meeting room, and reports begin.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of the Royal Palace, I would like to provide a couple of words of appreciation for your attendance in this meeting to discuss the retrieval of fight HIA 402. In attendance, Honorable First Minister Ragnhild Larsen who will be attending the briefing digitally from Valkyria. Honourable High Commodore of The Marine Council, Lord Admiral Zheng He, and Admiral of the Peonic Salvation Corps, Admiral Han Lee. As well as Lord-Captain Shuichi Souma of the RPNV Sakura for hosting the meeting, Captain Hiro Kaze of the RPV Katsugawa and Captain Denning Ko of the RPNV Raika as vessel heads of the Peonic Expeditionary Forces Number 23, as well as the honourable investigator Zahra Lliong and honourable professor Kao Min Hao.” Said the Peony as she opens the briefing. “Under the blessing of God, I allow the meeting to begin.”

“Thank you my Nuwang.” Said Lord Admiral Zheng He as he opened his binder. He opted to sparingly use the standard-issue ministry tablets. “I believe it is in our best interest that we receive the report from the honourable investigator, if you may.”

“Thank you, Lord Admiral.” Said Zahra as she bowed a bit, “If I may have your attention on the screen.”

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On the 8th of January, 2005. At precisely 1:24 AM, flight Huawan Intercontinental Airlines 402, a vessel by the CM 8000, took off in clear weather en route from Kate Walker International Airport, ZhangHai to the city of Targassona, Ceretania. The plane carried over 140 passengers, and 20 crew on board, along with a hold filled with passenger baggage and express mail. The plane had also taken a sizable shipment of gold reserves from Ribbank, which would be sailed to Gi-Land upon arrival. There is also a shipment of Spiced Rum on board en route to Targassona for a supposed birthday party by the mayor. It is to be noted the passengers on board, of the 140 in the cabin, there are over 7 cardiologists en route for a symposium, 10 biochemical scientists, which, from further identification, was wanted Gi-Lanndian bioweapons engineer Doctor Hanno Lieber, speculatively flying to Targassona for a stopover before being picked up by separatists in Bruuma. Also in the plane, Besernian celebrity Leuchte Vandermark, and Sedunnic investigative reporter Sasha Oeinna, both took the plane for transit.

Based on radar flight data retreived by Royaltican authorities, the flight had continued through crossing the rainbow islands, continued to be detected in Mo’oloa islands of the country of Kaha’i. Antarchan flight towers in FiHami should have detected the final signal of the plane, however, the recent war of independence for FiHami had completely destroyed all records by the Antarchan flight tower. By the 83rd minute, precisely 3:47 AM ZhangHai time, the plane was missing from all towers.

Uniquely for the nature of the crash, is that based on sources, there was no sound of an explosive crash, one that would normally indicate a high-speed impact unto the ocean surface. Even more interesting, is the nature of the very items that would allow investigators to locate the crash. The black box, a module filled with flight data and cabin recordings, that would be vital for investigation regarding the nature of the incident, had not turned on. The black box, under the South Pacifican Civil Aviation Organization, is a device that would allow the transmission of sonars every second for 30 days upon exposure with saltwater. The device would be able to transmit their radar over 6000 metres deep from the ocean surface.

Previous investigators baffled; the black box should be exposed to saltwater upon impact at the ocean surface. A consensus by search and rescue units back in 2005, after a 2-year search, was that the blackbox was had submerged unto Christies trench, a trench that goes as deep as 13000 metres, twice the allowable depth of the blackbox transmission. Coupled with major earthquakes in the area, leaves immense doubt that the crash would be retrievable. A cold case was declared on July 4th 2007.

However, on the 1st of December 20XX, radar from Winston Island Climatologist and Oceanographers unveiled a signal just off of Christie’s Eye, a sinkhole like structure that seemed to be like the drain. Recorded to be much deeper than the 13000 metres deep. The area surrounding Christie’s eye are a series of mountains and canyons submerged below, and we suspect that the signal is in the shallower area of these canyons. Izaakian scouts that arrived a couple days earlier revealed that the signal came from Christie’s Ridge, northeast of the eye. It is also unknown whether there are wreckages in the islands, previous searches reveal negative findings, however, the region’s harsh weather and natural disasters may submerge the parts near the island, it is proposed that a team of divers are to search for wreckages if it is possible.

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"And what did the Valkyrian radars detect, First Minister?" Asked The Peony of Huawan.

“Under the Valkyrian government, the Winstonian government had placed the radars to oversee earthquake and tsunami warnings. The rainbow islands is a region laden with high activity volcanoes, most of whom, originate from the trench. The trench itself birthed from the most volatile subduction zone in the region with the highest velocity of friction none has ever seen. The devastating earthquake in Erinor is evidence of the devastation that may lead from this trench. Our radars are also equipped with tsunami and typhoon warnings, which are a common occurrence in the North Pacific Ocean. We were surprised that an unknown signal suddenly turned up in Chrsties eye, of which having the similar frequency and pattern that of a black box.”

“We may be of need of your radar facilities in case any weather-related disasters would happen as the search begin” said Professor Kao Min Hao.

“Under executive orders of president Kate Murphy, Winston island would spare no expense in supporting the operation. Our facilities are at the disposal of the allies of Valkyria.”

“Thank you very much, honorable First Minister, your help is deeply appreciated by our humble peocracy.” Said The Peony, “thank you for sparing your time for us.”

“Yes, your excellency. We wish you good tidings and the best of luck on your search.”

The transmission from the Winstonian First Minister turned off, and Admiral Han Lee began to click his tablet, which was connected to the table.

"After the forward base is built in the harbour, the RPNV Raika are to sail to Christies mouth and launch the 17th generation RED-class sonar submarine drones, that way, we could divide the workload between the foreign searchers in Christies ridge. The RPV Katsugawa are to set up buoys in the area and initiate a diving mission in the islands. Hopefully if we could specifically triangulate the sonars, we would be able to send the deep sea diving submarine to retrieve whatever is left."


“Yes Admiral.” Said Captain Ko and Captain Kaze in unison. The briefing was about to end as the finer details are discussed, but Captain Denning Ko and Zahra knew that they only had one shot in inquiring about the redacted documents. Hopefully The Peony would be gracious.

"毎日の小さな努力の積み重ねが歴史を作っていくんだよ。"

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Put a little effort everyday and it will stack up and create a foundation for you.

- Doraemon


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Roll 4: Livin' La Vida Loca!!

(The winds are calm and the weather is nice. The Winstonian radars detect no anomalies.)


The Anserisan flagship, the FAA Princio-Stéphano I moves closer to the site laid out in the Izaakian shared map, anchors, away, they sailed to the location and prepped the first deep sea expedition. To further increase their chances of finding the black box, a helicopter was launched off the boat carrying soldiers that would look for any clues in the islands surrounding Christies trench. As the blades danced over the sea, a seagull managed to hit the rear rotor and massacred itself in the process. Unable to balance due to a failing rotor, the helicopter called for mayday, before crashing in island 1.08. It is unknown whether there are survivors.

Meanwhile, the Izaakian planes had already purged the fuel systems from water. Any air vehicles are now operational. The arrival of Empress Astrid in Winston Island was welcomed with many surprises, the First Minister herself was away in Valkyria and would not be able to meet the Empress in person, however, her secretary was available, and within minutes, the Empress managed to gain a dossier filled with the radar and sonar results from the Winstonian radars. As well as the current locations of vessels in the area, which would definitely help the expedition mark the location of vessels involved. Meanwhile, the RV Iceberg and the RV DeepBlue managed to have a major break, they managed to further triangulate the location of the black box, narrowing the search area and retaining a much more accurate map.

However, the search by the Rombold and Jolly Roger not only failing to come up with the decisive data, but their ships also hit a stray iceberg. Their hulls are damaged and must come back to base without finishing their search. As the water started to pour in, the captains hope that they would be able to return back safely. As for The Royal Yacht and the HMS Stingray they had tried to search the western area of Christies eye, and the increasingly high waves disallow them to continue on further, they have to return back to their forward camp for the day. Meanwhile, the HMS Manta Ray stood hidden near Yokonawa Island, and tries to intercept messages and signals from the other expedition. They are unable to crack the encrypted messages, mostly due to the fact that a pelican had nested in their radar systems, thus breaking apart the signals. However, before the error, they managed to pull out a scrambler, although some encrypted message systems can still go through, a lot of messages radioed from other expeditions seem to play “Livin’ La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin as a method to dampen message quality and scramble radio signals.

Back at base, following the great unearthing of a more specific location of The Black Box, the HMS Beluga had set up radio receivers to further pinpoint the location of the black box. Further increasing the detail of the map, but the signals are continuously defeated by their own scrabmblers and inaccuracies occur. The HMS StingRay had sent surface teams to the islands to look for survivors, but as they sailed along, their engines suddenly died and was taking on water, apparently, there were leaks in the fuel tanks, and all five ships are stranded in the middle of the ocean, and would need immediate rescuing

As the Holy Free entered the Winston Island for refuel, the HMS Sonny did a false manoeuvre and crashed unto the pier of the docks and sinking the harbourmaster’s private boat. Enraged, the harbourmaster refused to allow the HMS Sonny to dock in their area. Without a forward base, they would need to ask one of the expeditions to allow use. They tried to sail near Deep Island to look for survivors, but they did not have enough fuel. The HMS Sonny sat like ducks near the coast of Winston Island with bad rapport with the harbour master. As the chaos of low fuel plagued the crew, back at home, counter-intelligence revealed that the map had indeed been manipulated by the Izaakians. Apparently, the head investigator took a look at the map and shouted “Are you serious? This was painted using microsoft paint! Any moron could know this is fake.” The Holy Free expedition, after hearing the news, realized that the Izaakians have bamboozled the expedition efforts, and thought that maybe they were the ones behind their radio continue playing La Vida Loca. They were interested in punishing them because a piece of background information was requested by the Holy Free to Huawan Intercontinental Airlines, the info was given relating to the pilots of the HIA 402, however the data didn’t come through due to the song, and the transmitters needed a major rebooting to get rid of the effects of the scrambler.


Those that do not learn history is bound to repeat them, and apparently the Besern navy seemed to ignore the message. In order to assist the beached patrol vessels, the Besernian navy sent the BCGS Apilion and the BCGS Feinesport to tow the ships out of the coral reef. They managed to barely avoid being beached, but the tow was not enough to get the two vessels out. Meanwhile the BCGS Cenche carried welders to fix the hull of the two ships, enough for them to sail back to base for a full repair, but high waves caused the BCGS to arrive later than scheduled. Back at Besern, the Besernian Civil Aviation Administration had seeked partnership elsewhere and cooperated with Brient Technological University. After scanning previous data, they found out that it might be improbable that the Finixian air control towers simply do not have data regarding the flight, there was too much of a gap. A possibility arose, that the plane had flown lower to the point that they would not be detected by aerial radar. Another cooperation with Ostrovia University was also a success, and a conclusion rose that the HIA 402 possibly tried a water landing off Christies Trench, which, if succeeded might explain the lack of noise. However several investigators denounced the conclusion made by OU, saying that a wreckage would more than likely be identifiable in a couple of days if a water landing occurred.

The Private Besernian Expedition had caught a signal and tried to find it. Only to be bamboozled by an unknown signal playing La Vida Loca, unbeknownst to them, they were hit by Izaakian scramblers, and are unable to pinpoint the signal. At Winston Island, The Besernian Minister of Transport asked for further information regarding the signal, it was then that the Peonic Minister of Transport, Zuuko Yamanashi, contacted the Minister from Huawan, and unveiled the proper nature of the events transpired from top to bottom, a full report was in his possession along with promises that The Peocracy shall share any information they could with the Besernians. (See Peonic Exposition regarding the nature of events). As for the second expedition, they were battered with strong winds and vicious waves, their arrival is expected to come late at 5 days time.

As for the Royal Peonic Expedition, the base building was a success and the Peonic team had a proper headquarters. However the team did not have enough land for a runway, and proper access for manned aircraft recons in their forward base, they would have to find another way to get to the air. The Ocean Buoys laid out by the RPV Katsugawa were placed and stable, along with the radars, the buoys allow the expedition to prepare for future massive currents. The preparation to launch the RPNV Raika was also halted, due to the ship’s inability to stock up on supplies when docking back at ZhangHai, food and water levels are low and needed to be restocked, which would take an extra day before the ship could set sail. Back in the RPNV Sakura, as the briefing was ending, both Captain Ko and Investigator Zahra pressed The Peony regarding the redacted documents on the HIA 402.

"毎日の小さな努力の積み重ねが歴史を作っていくんだよ。"

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Put a little effort everyday and it will stack up and create a foundation for you.

- Doraemon


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UPDATED OBJECTIVES

7. (Optional) SAVE THE ANSERISAN HELICOPTER CREW

8. (Optional) NEUTRALIZE THE SCRAMBLER USING COUNTERINTEL

"毎日の小さな努力の積み重ねが歴史を作っていくんだよ。"

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Put a little effort everyday and it will stack up and create a foundation for you.

- Doraemon


Treasure Island Awards Best Roleplay 2020
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Cocos Winner for Best International Event 2017
Cocos Winner for Best Overall RP 2017

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Senior Officer Perlio calls the base.

"Sir, it seems an uncalculated mishap has happened we're unable to get cooperation from them."

"Well, that's bad. We'll send you the signal to the emergency TV channel. Get them to have a meeting with us. Our minister of foreign affairs will try to convince them. If we're able to refuel get to Deep Island as fast as possible. It seems that Izaakia had fooled us about the location. Do they not know we're trying to save lives. Also, The copy of a piece of vital information has been intercepted. Our head investigator is still screaming. We'll send them a strongly worded massage. Any other news?"

"It seems a song is playing in the radios. We've concluded it's Livin La Vida Loca."

"It must be those dammed Izaakians that are doing all this. We are going to have to counterintel. As per yesterday request, We'll be sending another ship, the HMS Heile with more fuel. To help investigate and if able to help incoming request for help from Anserisa. Over"

"Over"

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President Columbo Septimum sat at his desk, wondering what to do, the news of the helicopter crash had not yet made the news, but it would only be a matter of time before it did. The FAA Princio-Stéphano I was at the site, ready to go and explore. There were not that many options to explore. Commissioner of Defence Eusébio Rédium was in the room with him.

"So Eusébio, tell me, what are our options?"

"Well Columbo, there aren't that many, the press will probably be informed of the news of the crash and we have to be the ones to inform them. It will not look politically acceptable if we wait too long. I suggest we tell the press already, after contacting the family of the soldiers implied in the crash."

"Agreed."

"On the matter of the expedition and the rescue, this is where it will be tricky. We can try our luck."

"What do you mean?"

"Since the end of the blockade, we have moved some of our ships in the port of Gubernata, our northernmost port, and we have some smaller, yet, faster vessels docked and ready there. With luck and good weather, we may be able to reach the island where the helicopter appears to have crashed."

"And what if they don't make it?"

"Well, that is a political risk. You are not up for reelection until 2 years, if you even want to be a candidate, the party and yourself might take a hit, but I believe the rewards may be really interesting if we succeed to be the firsts going into the deep sea."

Columbo got up from his seat, walked around a little bit in his office. On the walls there was a portrait of the first President Calpurnio Fabricium, he stopped in front of his portrait, contemplating it.

"You know Eusébio, Fabricium faced some dilemma back in the days, before being President, against the Anserisan Empire. He had received news that some of his best men were pinned down on a hill near Brantavilla, very close to where he was. But he was already there, facing a much greater reward, they were going to storm the main command center and possibly end the war. He did what he had to do, he asked for a regiment that was something around 2 hours from there to rescue them. He stormed the main command center, ended the war and became the first elected President in these islands. The history books don't even mention what happened to the men that were pinned down. I believe, and we all believe in this nation, that he did the right move."

Columbo went back to his office, slowly sat in his chair and picked up the phone.

"Put me through to Commander Platum."

After some time, the line connected.

"Commander Platum? We need you to stay on position, do not go for the rescue of the helicopter, that is an order. You have the authorization to begin the deep see searches."

He hung up the phone.

"Eusébio, you can go and transmit my order to the commanding officer of the vessel located in Gubernata... by the way, which one is it?"

"The FAA Fabricium, a 51-metre offshore patrol vessel, equipped with stern launching ramp."

"The Fabricium? How appropriate. So you give them the order to go as fast as possible to the last known location of the helicopter and begin the search and rescue for any survivors."

"Very well, Columbo, I will do that."

As he stood from his chair and started to head out of the office

"Eusébio? I will also need the name and contact information of the crew of the helicopter, I still have to contact the families. My team will be in charge of contacting the media, that will be all Eusébio."

Anserisa | Kosbareland | Mauquibie
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Legend

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Captain Heike Kranz
Commander Adam Vesalion
Captain Ulrich Zimmermann
Commander Kinorius Zimmerman
Professor Dr. Emeline Schmitt at Brient Altfilrus University
Professor Dr. Carlene Neumann at Brient Altfilrus University
Mr. Kallion

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"Hey, Vesalion, do you think we are ready to actually do our job and not hit coral reefs again?"
"That depends, on how dumb our fleet is, but at least we have 2 replacement ships in lieu of those beached cunts."
"Ah, alright, I'll proceed to pull out of this situation and attempt to move towards Winston Island."
"Alright, I'll go prepare the crew."
Commander Vesalion then exited the bridge.

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"Kinorius, do you mean that we just got fucking bamboozled?"
"Apparently yes, captain. We suspect that the source may be from an Izaakian-flagged vessel according to our recent messages from the mainland."
"We'll take care of this."
The bridge becomes busier than ever.

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"Any chance we are able to restore data?"
"I don't know, let's put our expertise into restoring data."
Dr. Carlene then started with some personnel to help in the data recovery efforts caused by the ransomware.

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"I'm bored, let's just make the worst popcorn possible, I suppose."
Mr. Kallion, the cook onboard BCGS Nordphalle said to himself in the kitchen alone.
He then proceeds to open the fridge. He plans to leave it on a bowl in the mess hall for everyone to eat if they want to.

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Admiral Nemo “Right gents, and ladies, we took a bit of hit yesterday, and this is now a purely military search. So we appear to be narrowing in on the location and I believe we will be there within a matter a day or two. HMS Manta Ray, I’m going to need you to stop scrambling for the day and focus on intercepting messages, to help us narrow the area down even closer. HMS Mako I’m going to need you to recover the surface teams from yesterday and return to the flotilla, gods speed. Other than that boys keep up the good work, we’ve got one hell of an advantage and with your hard work by all the gods we will get there first. Today we’re going to start launching our research subs, and with a bit of luck, receiving reinforcements with a salvage ship in the the next couple days. Start to form a perimeter around the location and fire a warning shot if anyone gets too close, not that we should have that problem, they’re all looking to far north, hehehe. Oh, and the boys at the IAF have finally decided to join us the lazy work shy buggers. Right men, as you were, another hard days graft and we’ll be drinking beers and fraternising with the local talent.”

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Monteros, Winston Island, 5th of December, 20XX

"My Peony, before we end this meeting, perhaps you could answer a couple of questions." said Zahra lliong

"As you wish, honourable investigator." Said The Peony, giving a nod to allow the question.

"My team had taken a large database of documents regarding the crash back in 2005 from the Peonic Civil Aviations Commission, Ministry of Transport RPC of Aeronautics and Space. A couple of documents regarding the nature of the flight had been redacted prior to its unveiling." Said Zahra, The Peony looked at her surprised.

"You should have asked the corresponding ministries, honourable investigator." Said The Peony, in a sense of disbelief. "I believe that is common direction?"

"It is... However we do not have the proper clearance for it," answered Zahra Lliong, continuing to press her luck, and suddenly understanding the weight she placed on herself.

".....Then I am sure the corresponding bodies would have its own reasons, honorable investigator. Redaction is common in investigation, and you must make do on what you are cleared to know." Answered The Peony, nonchalant, subjective and with a flat tone. One she uses towards her interns at the hospital.

"My Peony," interrupted Captain Ko, which commanded the attention of the room. "....we believe that the redacted information by the ministries may be the key to solving the crash, and we humbly ask you, as our Nuwang, for your information. It may help us greatly to solve this puzzle once and for all, and I beg you to consider our proposal"

(Song for effect)

"........" The Peony paused, silent, deep in thought. She gazed at the High Commodore, and her admiral, who responded at her gazes, before looking down in respect. She shuffled her eyes up, rolling them left and right to access her brain. The silence was unbearable for Captain Ko and Investigtor Zahra, they were fighting the urge to shout for reassurance, the Peony is lofty in royal conduct, preferring to act rather liberal than her regional counterparts, but she is still The Peony of Huawan.

The Peony gave a nod in understanding.

"Rin." she said, it was the signal for the Peonic Guardians. They bowed deep, and left the room in a neat line, there was no one else in the room except the 8 in attendance. "If you may, Lord-Captain."

Lord-Captain Shuici Souma of The RPNV Sakura then took his tablet to close the blinds of the room, and locked the doors. He proceeded to sit back down. The Peony looked around for a couple of seconds, seeing the time correct, she took phone and logged into the Royal Servers.


"What I'm about to tell you may change the course of this investigation completely, you are not to unveil this information in any radio/transmittable device. Every logging referring to this information must be analogue and for your own eyes only. Use it sparingly unless you have a direct approval from me."


The other people in the meeting room were a lot more surprised than they look, The Peony of Huawan had rarely been so.... serious. She is definitely aware of the secrets of the Peocracy down to the tee, and has been given confidential information as much as she provides them too, but she is seldom serious in this. High Commodore Zheng He saw her demeanor, the one that reminded him that no matter how many times you see her as your own granddaughter, she is the Nuwang of Huawan, more importantly, she is the descendant of his employer, Lingxin Yan, where he was the butler and retainer of the Royal Crest of Huawan

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The Peocracy of Huawan had been a major player in the defence of the region, and its offensive capabilities proven in the numerous expeditions sponsored by the South Pacific Special Forces and its own in the expeditions to client states. We knew that the region was such in turmoil and madness is abundant, and under the royal guidances of the previous Nuwangs, Lingxin Yan and Akane Yan, we established a suitable intelligence network, extensive, far reaching, and spread all over. Infiltration was our bread and butter, and intelligence is the currency of power for today.

At that time, my mother, The Peony, Akane Yan, had comissioned for a counter-bioweapons program in ZhangHai. Superfood rations for soldiers, undetectable toxins, weaponized viruses transmitted via trained animals, even going far to weaponized prions. Undetected, silent and.... manageable. Now we had an encrypted message from the scientist, doctor Hanno Leiber, regarding some of the......projects.... he was offering, healing moulds, mind control parasites, poisonous grain strains. Every epidemic disaster, from the Baillish incident, the Catra Death was somehow connected to him and his lab. We were certainly interested at what he has to offer, but felt that it would be much of a red flag if word got out that we were buying illegal weapons, a disaster would go out if this came to be, and the decision was to reject them. You would know that in these kinds of.... transactions, laying it out bare is one of the most dangerous things one can do. We know their cards and they know ours, and it is a mutual agreement in intelligence that disclosure is mutually assured destruction. We went our separate ways.


But our Crown Prince, my brother, Ryuunosuke Yan however, had his own networks. He knew about the transaction and confronted my mother an hour after, he believed that our involvement in the bioweapons research must remain hidden, and anyone not cleared to know, must be eliminated......I'd like to think that he did it because he didn't want such weapons on the hands of the wrong people............ But I must see this in an objective manner, a member of the secret service was sent from one of our networks in ZhangHai, and he was cleared to lace the hot towels with absorbable poison, within 24 hours their arrival, they would be long gone.


But our intelligence were flawed, we didn't know how deep these people were. The pilots, some passengers, were with them. We lost contact over FiHami, and we did not know what happened afterwards. By that point, the plane dissapeared, and we do not know for sure whether the mission was accomplished. It took the lives of so many people, over the greed and thoughtlessness of my brother. I am here to pay the price, and make things right.

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"The full report shall be available to you in printed form by tonight, given by one of my guardians." Said The Peony, sighing deep. "I like to think that all of this are connected somehow, the gold reserves, the cardiologists, the Besernian celebrity and the investigative reporter. Why the black box gave out the signal nearly 15 years since the dissapearance, this is such an interesting... puzzle."

"Thank you for your honesty, My Peony." said Captain Ko, still processing the ideas. "This will certainly help us decipher the ideas and find the clue."

"I've trusted enough people to know that betrayal is the most painful thing that can ever come to a person." Said The Peony, "I will be looking at the three of you with great... interest. Understand it."

As the room remained silent for a while, the phone in the conference room rang aloud, and Captain Souma answered the call.

"Yes..................Ok." He answered before putting the phone down. "My Peony, we had dire news. A helicopter by the Anserisans was downed in an accident, and a rescue call was issued."

"Lord Admiral." Said The Peony

"Send a squadron of rescuers to their aid and transport them to the island. Instruct the forward base to create a makeshift medical base, cooperating with the doctors of Winston Island." Said High Commodore Zheng He, before looking at the two captains in the room "Please see to it that the preparations to receive these men are complete, and instruct the incident commander of the Anserisan fleet on our plans for further cooperation."

"I'll be coming." Said The Peony, "you all have your orders and know of your instructions dismissed."

The meeting ended, everyone knew what to do, and how to succeed. Hopefully they do.

"毎日の小さな努力の積み重ねが歴史を作っていくんだよ。"

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Put a little effort everyday and it will stack up and create a foundation for you.

- Doraemon


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Cocos Winner for Best Character Writer 2017
Cocos Winner for Best International Event 2017
Cocos Winner for Best Overall RP 2017

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Roll 5: Boiling Point!!


The HMS Sonny tried to convince a meeting with the locals of Winston island to re-negotiate on placing the ships for a refuel. Unfortunately, the scrambler by the Izaakians have completely made communication in the island difficult, and the port authority continues to put them on hold. Even worse, as they decided to contact the radars on water currents in Winston Island, the vessel ran out of fuel and the backup generators died, the ship floats like a sitting duck, anchoring itself in the coast of Winston Island. The crew are desperate. The HMS Heile was sent directly to rescue the HMS Sonny, but after the message from the Anserisans, the HMS Heile moved quickly to help the missing Anserisans. Back at home, however, the Holy Free intelligence managed to successfully infiltrate Izaakian messages and found out that not only they were continuously scrambling the region’s radio signals, but they were withholding precious information regarding the true location of the plane. They managed to intercept a map that shows the more accurate location of the black box.

The Anserisans managed to launch a deep-sea exploration team, its drones are in the water, but the deep-sea submarine is stuck in a row of seaweed, slowing them down. The results would be delayed. As for the FAA Fabricium, they move quickly to Deep Island and rescue the Anserisans, but trouble arose, in the offshore patrol vessel, they were running low on fuel. It appears that they do not have enough to return back if they wish to go to Deep island. Hopefully the other expeditions rushing to the crash site will arrive soon.

After a string of bad luck as long as a laid-out giant ball of yarn. What is left of the active Besernian Federal Expedition moved towards Winston Island at a record pace, supported by the tides and the weather, they would arrive in the morrow at Winston Island. Leaving the other two vessels to fend off for themselves. Back in Brient Altfiltrus University, researchers attempted to remove the ransomware, but a failsafe caused the computer to self destruct, all previous datas regarding the crash physics are gone. The Besernian Private fleet, however, managed to hire some hackers and neutralized the scrambler, while they managed to clear their airwaves, they failed to gain any counter-intelligence from the Izaakians. Having further resolve after being tricked by the Izaakians, they moved quickly to the Anserian helicopter crews and good tidings got to them quickly. With clearer airspace, they attempted to search for further signals around the islands, unfortunately, their radars needed calibrating, and failed to pick up anything.

Their deep-sea recon also needed calibration, and upon calling it back after launching it, the drone snagged some seaweed and is stuck, the drone needed to be rescued before the power runs out. However, their radio receivers are managed to triangulate the black box signal, and they realized that the Izaakians led them through a wild goose chase. Believing that sabotage is fresh in the air, the Besernians came up with codes to protect against scramblers, and while it managed to rid of any prospect of interception, the fact that this is not a professional job made the quality of the codes rather fragile. Nevertheless, the Besernians were confident and launched a deep-sea exploration submarine to search the triangulated area, they are, however, low on fuel, and could not explore too long. Meanwhile, the popcorn created by Mr. Kallion is absolutely ghastly, not even the seagulls would eat them

The Izaakians however, were commanding the largest operation in the area. Thanks to their sabotage, they managed to arrive in the area and have performed large efforts to ensure that no one else gets the wreckage before them. The HMS Manta Ray was ordered to cease efforts to scramble and aid the triangulation of the black box. Although stopping to scramble was a success, the process was in error, and not only they had to recalibrate their radars before triangulation, the entire area now knows the source of the scrambling. As a result, interception of messages failed, after the other expeditions decided to fit in their own encrypted message channels. Meanwhile, the HMS Mako managed to rescue the surface teams back from their dead boats, but the problems are far from over. The Rombold and The Jolly Roger were taking too much water, and a call for S.O.S was made, the Rombold and the Jolly Roger were sinking, and the “Treasure Me Hearties” crew live-streamed the sinking over Izaakian media, a rescue party must be made, otherwise, hundreds of lives will be lost.


The RV Iceberg and the RV Deep Blue however, dropped their submarine drone to examine the sea beds for wreckage and managed to gain substantial information on the nature of the wreckage. But the RV Yellow Submarine managed to lose contact as it recons along the deep sea, a loud “CRACK” Sound was heard, it appears that the submarine was destroyed. Ready to fly, the IAF helicopters finally launched to find castaways and wreckages, while some of the helicopters ran out of fuel due to a miscalculation, they managed to arrive in Island 1.08 and 1.04, ready to explore. Fuel was limited however, and they have to move quickly. As the helicopters arrived, a simple reconnaissance of the IAF jetfighters revealed that there are signs of life in the islands, moreover, there is a sign of life in the Deep Island, the Anserisan helicopter crew are alive!

The followup expedition from La Montagne is underway to aid the Izaakian fleet in Christies trench, but mild weather and treacherous oceans slowed their progress, they will arrive 2 days to Winston Island. Admiral Nemo had gave the order, and shots were heard ringing all over the sea. The Izaakian radio warned the other expeditions “DO NOT COME CLOSER, OR YOU WILL REGRET IT” Which seemed to alert the other expeditions. But when everything was going their way, something happened. As the newly updated maps were loaded, their radios were scrambled.

The HMS Manta Ray did not seal its signals, and a counterattack came from one of the expeditions, their messages scrambled, with the radio playing “Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen” continuously in high blast. Radars and signals down, the Izaakian navy needed to recalibrate and protect their signals before they receive any newfound information with the rest of the fleet.

The Peonic Expedition had finished its meeting in the Jobu-Masako 10th generation class, and as it began to set sail, the investigators and researchers pieced together the information based on the top-secret information from The Peony. They managed to unlock a primary clue regarding the accident. As the ship crawls slowly to the location, they managed to get a rough triangulation on the area, but noticed the Izaakian warning shot, the RPNV Raika was not a combat ship, and stood by as the captain decided to negotiate with the Izaakians.

The RPNV Sakura launched a chinook filled with paramedics to rescue the Anserisans, and they managed to arrive earlier than others. However, as they landed, there was not enough equipment to transport the Anserisans to the medical post, they needed more equipment so that the Anserisans could be transported to the base quickly. Captain Shuichi Souma and Admiral Han Lee knew of the scrambling by the Izaakians after they failed to encrypt their own signals, enraged, believing that other saboteurs exist, the Peonic navy quickly switched to their wartime encrypted code system Number 9, although their messages are still interceptable, rescrambling their own codes proved to be the best way to protect their own channels.

The RPV Katsugawa managed to hear the orders from her captain, and quickly converted some of the containers for a medical post. Communicating with the local clinic, they managed to secure a sizable amount of beds and medical equipment, as well as a team of doctors ready to provide first aid to the Anserisans and any further tragedies.

As the Peony joined the paramedics that flew to Deep Island to help the downed Anserisans, the High Commodore tried to get a hold of the Izaakian Empress, knowing that she’s in Winston Island for negotiations and answers. But the Empress is nowhere to be found in the island. He did, however, managed to hear a distress call from the Holy Free, and managed to negotiate a space for the Holy Free to dock in The Peonic base, the next question would be tugging the vessel back to the base…

"毎日の小さな努力の積み重ねが歴史を作っていくんだよ。"

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Put a little effort everyday and it will stack up and create a foundation for you.

- Doraemon


Treasure Island Awards Best Roleplay 2020
Treasure Island Awards Best Roleplayer 2020
Cocos Winner for Best Character Writer 2017
Cocos Winner for Best International Event 2017
Cocos Winner for Best Overall RP 2017

Things to know: Medical Intern and Biomedical Scientist from Indonesia, Muslim, 188 metres tall, loves trains

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