12-19-2023, 03:07 AM
Benjamin Ocampo stood outside the Jelango Arena, yesterday there had been an explosion. The media story was that a terrorist tried to disrupt voting, the story made sense and the media and general public could easily go along with their day. Nobody cared, about Slokais's poorest province from governments to the media to the general public. North Kaijan at least had beach resorts such as Provincetown, or at least before the 2020 Attacks scared everyone away. Jelango was a small industrial city in the sparse East Coast region only popular with hardcore surfers and extreme outdoor types.
Ben had always been the details guy, from his days at Vasquez making sure their headmaster did not spot his friend's antics against wide-eyed Squires to getting beers for soldiers despite Jelango being a dry-ward. He joined the NIB less than a decade ago and was already the head of the Department of Internal Intelligence. Very few people outside the DII, knew what they did. To be honest, Ben didn't know himself, however, the DII did anything the Slokasian govermeant wasn't proud of. Ben had been in South Kaijan since Febuary when an explosion killed 14 South Kaijanese police, Ben had to clean everything up around the cave where the explosion occurred. Those Sansongian contractor guys were not good in their set-up, they hadn't met him but he knew damn well who they were. A few props linking back to a bunch of Mallacan shell companies, that would keep any rouge yellow hated patriots chasing nothing.
Ben walked through what used to be coaches' offices, which looked a hell of a lot like Coach L's back at Thomas IX. Anger issues, off the team. Funny thing those words brought him here. This time around, these were his leftovers from his breed, Katie from Las Pinas instead of Kagami from Lao Sansong. Sitting on the floor, a technical guy was messing with his tools.
"Try not to use our equipment for jobs," Ben said
"Coast Guard patrols have been picking guys up bossman," the tech said in a thick San Sablan accent.
"I don't make the rules here, next time please be cleaner with it," Ben said leaning against the coach's desk.
Ben's walkie-talkie buzzed to life "Weser here, Acura is back he ain't taken no for an answer"
"Thanks," Ben said before turning to the tech
"Drop the damn equipment in the ocean if you have, get it far away from here"
Ben could maybe stop Acura and presumably other military higher-ups by force, although he didn't feel like it. The techie hopefully was fast or at least sneaky. Everybody at Vasquez had to run multiple miles daily to stay in the program, hopefully, the techie went to AVS.
Commander Elena Min of the SICGS Casguian Bay had been running patrols along the maritime border between Slokais and Aredoa for the past year as part of Coast Guard operations. Although the role was a placebo, smugglers rarely entered directly between the two countries. Most of the illegal ship traffic had been boats full of Mallacan migrants, who the Casguain Bay would pick up and send to Dolphin Isle Naval Base to be processed and most likely deported. Unlike the pictures of women and children who frequented the crossing in 2021 and 2022, most of the year had been young guys hired by smugglers. Mallacan gangs would recruit young guys from their local area and then ship them up to Slokais to sell product in major cities. Thankfully, authorities had become the wiser and Elena was able to turn them own directly if there was suspicion of gang activity.
This time, however, the boat they caught on early Sunday morning just before sunrise was different from the rest.
"This is the SICGS Casguian Bay, you have violated Executive Order 1346 as you have entered Slokasian waters without identifying yourself," the midshipmen asked, repeating the same tired lines he had said dozens of times before over the ship's speakers. The vessel now coming into view was much bigger than the rickety fishing boats, Elena was used to seeing.
"It's a trawler of some kind, probably manufactured by Kanjshima Lines," Lieutenant Suarez, the ship's Chaplin said stepping onto the bridge.
"I thought your service wasn't til 0900 in the social room"
"Thought I would catch some of the action"
"This is the SICGS Casguian Bay, you have violated Executive Order 1346 please identify yourself" the midshipmen repeated
After a minute, Elena asked the helmswomen "Bring us closer, there going to have to identify themselves in person"
The ship, which was named the Komanimaru was twice as long as the Casugian Bay and stood several stories, shielding the Coast Guard ship from the sunrise. Several small hooks were then launched into the deck of the Komanimaru, as a team of seamen boarded the ship. Soon a radio and video channel was opened, showing the bridge the perspectives of each midshipman. The deck was empty except for several stacks of containers, in the distance an armed man approached the group his hands up.
"Identify yourself," one of the midshipmen asked.
Meanwhile, on another screen, another midshipman was opening the door to a lower compartment.
The armed man who looked more Kaijanese than Sansongian, spoke to the midshipman in heavily accented English.
"We are a peaceful ship, transporting relief aid"
"Sir, your ship does not match any ship verified under such distinction"
"I can handle this" another man said this time in a very formal English
"Hands up, sir"
The man stepped into the light clad in samurai armor, a sword laid out across the ground.
"That's Tlacelel Shiciro!" Lieutenant Suarez said alarmed more than surprised.
"Private Holman to Bridge, there seems to be a bunch of weapons down here" a midshipman interrupted, his display showing an open crate of explosives in the bowels of the ship.
"Who is Shiciro, a weapons dealer?" Elena asked to the Lieutenant
"Seems to be active in....Huenya?" he said searching away on a personal phone.
Back, on the Komanimaru negotiations were ongoing, suddenly gunfire rang out, each display showing a scrambling seaman.
"They have opened fire...pulling back.."
"Get back, damn it" Elena said noticing Shiciro grabbing his sword.
The last view, anyone on the Casguian Bay or any of the investigators would soon discover was the samurai lunging at the screen.
Ben had always been the details guy, from his days at Vasquez making sure their headmaster did not spot his friend's antics against wide-eyed Squires to getting beers for soldiers despite Jelango being a dry-ward. He joined the NIB less than a decade ago and was already the head of the Department of Internal Intelligence. Very few people outside the DII, knew what they did. To be honest, Ben didn't know himself, however, the DII did anything the Slokasian govermeant wasn't proud of. Ben had been in South Kaijan since Febuary when an explosion killed 14 South Kaijanese police, Ben had to clean everything up around the cave where the explosion occurred. Those Sansongian contractor guys were not good in their set-up, they hadn't met him but he knew damn well who they were. A few props linking back to a bunch of Mallacan shell companies, that would keep any rouge yellow hated patriots chasing nothing.
Ben walked through what used to be coaches' offices, which looked a hell of a lot like Coach L's back at Thomas IX. Anger issues, off the team. Funny thing those words brought him here. This time around, these were his leftovers from his breed, Katie from Las Pinas instead of Kagami from Lao Sansong. Sitting on the floor, a technical guy was messing with his tools.
"Try not to use our equipment for jobs," Ben said
"Coast Guard patrols have been picking guys up bossman," the tech said in a thick San Sablan accent.
"I don't make the rules here, next time please be cleaner with it," Ben said leaning against the coach's desk.
Ben's walkie-talkie buzzed to life "Weser here, Acura is back he ain't taken no for an answer"
"Thanks," Ben said before turning to the tech
"Drop the damn equipment in the ocean if you have, get it far away from here"
Ben could maybe stop Acura and presumably other military higher-ups by force, although he didn't feel like it. The techie hopefully was fast or at least sneaky. Everybody at Vasquez had to run multiple miles daily to stay in the program, hopefully, the techie went to AVS.
Commander Elena Min of the SICGS Casguian Bay had been running patrols along the maritime border between Slokais and Aredoa for the past year as part of Coast Guard operations. Although the role was a placebo, smugglers rarely entered directly between the two countries. Most of the illegal ship traffic had been boats full of Mallacan migrants, who the Casguain Bay would pick up and send to Dolphin Isle Naval Base to be processed and most likely deported. Unlike the pictures of women and children who frequented the crossing in 2021 and 2022, most of the year had been young guys hired by smugglers. Mallacan gangs would recruit young guys from their local area and then ship them up to Slokais to sell product in major cities. Thankfully, authorities had become the wiser and Elena was able to turn them own directly if there was suspicion of gang activity.
This time, however, the boat they caught on early Sunday morning just before sunrise was different from the rest.
"This is the SICGS Casguian Bay, you have violated Executive Order 1346 as you have entered Slokasian waters without identifying yourself," the midshipmen asked, repeating the same tired lines he had said dozens of times before over the ship's speakers. The vessel now coming into view was much bigger than the rickety fishing boats, Elena was used to seeing.
"It's a trawler of some kind, probably manufactured by Kanjshima Lines," Lieutenant Suarez, the ship's Chaplin said stepping onto the bridge.
"I thought your service wasn't til 0900 in the social room"
"Thought I would catch some of the action"
"This is the SICGS Casguian Bay, you have violated Executive Order 1346 please identify yourself" the midshipmen repeated
After a minute, Elena asked the helmswomen "Bring us closer, there going to have to identify themselves in person"
The ship, which was named the Komanimaru was twice as long as the Casugian Bay and stood several stories, shielding the Coast Guard ship from the sunrise. Several small hooks were then launched into the deck of the Komanimaru, as a team of seamen boarded the ship. Soon a radio and video channel was opened, showing the bridge the perspectives of each midshipman. The deck was empty except for several stacks of containers, in the distance an armed man approached the group his hands up.
"Identify yourself," one of the midshipmen asked.
Meanwhile, on another screen, another midshipman was opening the door to a lower compartment.
The armed man who looked more Kaijanese than Sansongian, spoke to the midshipman in heavily accented English.
"We are a peaceful ship, transporting relief aid"
"Sir, your ship does not match any ship verified under such distinction"
"I can handle this" another man said this time in a very formal English
"Hands up, sir"
The man stepped into the light clad in samurai armor, a sword laid out across the ground.
"That's Tlacelel Shiciro!" Lieutenant Suarez said alarmed more than surprised.
"Private Holman to Bridge, there seems to be a bunch of weapons down here" a midshipman interrupted, his display showing an open crate of explosives in the bowels of the ship.
"Who is Shiciro, a weapons dealer?" Elena asked to the Lieutenant
"Seems to be active in....Huenya?" he said searching away on a personal phone.
Back, on the Komanimaru negotiations were ongoing, suddenly gunfire rang out, each display showing a scrambling seaman.
"They have opened fire...pulling back.."
"Get back, damn it" Elena said noticing Shiciro grabbing his sword.
The last view, anyone on the Casguian Bay or any of the investigators would soon discover was the samurai lunging at the screen.
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