Hayato sat dangling upside down from his seat in the dropship, keeping from crashing down to the ground only by the restraints that had luckily remained in tact. As he opened his eyes, he quickly had to shit them, as the harsh light from the sun instantly assaulted his pupils.
“Shit. How long have I been out...” He mumbled, as he pulled one of his dangling arms up to his head to shield himself from the harsh light of the sun.
Once he was able to look around, he saw just how lucky he was. All around him, the walls were stained red with blood, and mangled bodies either dangled from their seats like him, or laid on the ground. Eyes widening, he began to try working the restraints off, but it was to no avail. They had been jammed into place during the landing. Quickly feeling a sense of fear washing over him, Hayato's eyes darted back and forth, trying to find a sign that at least somebody else had survived.
“Help!” he shouted weakly, his throat extremely dry. After gathering as much saliva and mucus to his throat as he could, he tried once more, hoping that would be enough.
“HELP!”
A couple minutes after the last shout, he heard rustling somewhere in the distance, accompanied by voices.
“Help! ” he shouted once more, while making as much noise as he could with his hands and feet against the ship.
Within two minutes, a man maybe ten years younger than Hayato pulled open the hatch to the ship, and looked inside.
“Jesus fucking christ!” he shouted, stumbling backwards while trying not to vomit. “Hey-” he said, catching his breath. “Hey, Tom. I, uh... God... I need some help here.”
Standing back up, the man covered his mouth with his arm, and looked back inside.
“Hey, uh... Don't worry. We'll get you out of there. Just give us one minute. The same thing happened to Tom. Had to use a crowbar to get him out. He's got it so...” Turning around, the man shouted again.
“Tom, hurry up! We gotta get this guy out!”
A minute later, a man with curly red hair came jogging up, and had the same reaction to the inside of the ship as the other one. After he was done, they ran inside, and helped Hayato out of the seat, and to his feet. The younger one with shaggy blonde hair introduced himself as Marco, and explained to Hayato that they had set up a small camp nearby where a group of survivors that landed in the area had gathered.
So, uh... Yeah. Come with us, we'll lead you to the camp.”
Hayato nodded and followed behind the two, who started to talk among themselves.
“Shit, man... Can you believe that? The other ships had people that died, but it didn't look anything like that.”
Tom nodded in agreement. “Think something may have gone in there and done that? I think he might have been too out of it to notice, but those people were torn up. They didn't get that way from landing.”
Marco shook his head. “I don't know, dude. But if it was, we'll probably want to start moving ASAP.”
Tom agreed, and then turned to Hayato.
“Hey, I don't want to sound rude, but you haven't really said much. I'm just making sure, so I'm sorry if it comes off as offensive, but... Do you speak much English? All I've heard you say is help, and that's one of the words they rushed to teach a lot of non English speakers before we left. So-”
“I speak English just fine.” Hayato replied somewhat coldly. The mans talking was getting on his nerves, as his head already hurt enough.
“Oh.” Tom said. “Okay. I was just asking, since we have a few more Japanese guys at the camp, who don't speak any English at all.”
This caught Hayato's attention. “How many of them are there?” he hastily asked. He knew that at least four of the corpses in the ship had been friends of his, so he was wondering how many more made it.
“Uh... I think there was maybe four or five? I could be wrong, but I think that's it.”
Hayato's eyes dropped.
'Four or five? There were thirty of us. If only four or five made it... Shit.” he thought, looking back up.
“How long until we reach the camp?”
“It should only be a little while longer. It's a straight right from that massive bush up there. About a fifteen minute walk, I'd guess.” Tom said, pointing to a thorny brush up ahead.
Nodding, Hayato followed, just observing their surroundings as they walked. He didn't know if his brother made it or not, but he could do nothing but hope at this point.
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Got Britains intro done. Now to work on starting the side stories I have planned.
London, England
Bombastic fanfare sung out from the streets of London, accompanied by the sounds of the populace shouting and cheering. A gentle breeze caused the flags mounted on the sides of almost every building to flutter, as people sitting behind rope and police on the sidewalks waved arms and hats over the threshold, trying to get the attention of the black convertible driving down it.
Standing up in the back of the vehicle was a man in a suit and top hat, just slightly over fifty. Short, peppered hair stuck out from above round ears, matching the large, overgrown eyebrows that sat atop a pair of wizened blue-green eyes. A large, porous nose between them seemed to hang on to a wiry mustache, which, in turn, held up a well-kept pointed beard.
As this man smiled and waved back to the crowds, their enthusiasm only grew, making the police's job of holding them back just that much more difficult. They, however, didn't seem to mind for this man. After all, he was the leader of their glorious nation, who had promised to restore it to it's former glory.
Today was the official anniversary of the day that Owen Pyke took control of the nation, following the famous Price scandal-the attempt by Martin Price to install a socialist agenda into the country.
Being such an important day to the people of Britain, it was declared a national holiday, and one of the few days that the factories weren't being worked. So people actually were able to get out of bed and breath in the fresh air, lending more to the reason for the excitement.
Once the car reached the end of it's trail, it stopped, and Pyke stepped out of the vehicle, and up onto a large stage that had been constructed. He looked out as those who had been further down the road steadily flowed in, waiting patiently for them all to arrive before he spoke. Finally, when the stream of people had slowed to a trickle, he began.
“Hello, my fellow people!” he began. “And thank you for being here today! I am happy to be here with you, especially on a day as nice as today! It seems like luck smiles on us, seeing as we have a bright and sunny day, today, of all days. Wouldn't you agree?
The question was met with cheering that took over a minute to die down.
“Now... I know that all of you aren't here just for a thank you. You are all here because of the promise that I made you all last year. The promise that, within a years time, the restoration project would begin, correct?”
Again, the question was met with boisterous applause.
Laughing, Pyke raised his hands, moving them in a vertical motion to calm the crowd. “Well, then. It is my pleasure to announce that, thanks to the hard work from all of you, from the British people... Our dream will soon be a reality. I can't divulge specific details just yet, but, know this. Soon, we will rise. Britain has been dormant for far too long. Soon, we will wake, and remind the world just who it was that owned so much of it for so long. We will have to start out small, but I promise you! Soon, Britain will return to be the center of the world stage!”
One more time, there was applause, loudest as it had been yet.
“But, know this. It will not be an easy task. Sacrifices will have to be made, and this will not be as easy as I feel many of you think it will be. However, if you truly have the will of Britain in your hearts, anything will be possible. Thank you.”
With that last statement, Pyke stepped down from the stage, and made his way back to the vehicle, watching as the police literally had to make a wall using their own bodies to hold the people back. Pyke couldn't help but laugh, and give them one final wave before the vehicle drove off.
In the back seat of the vehicle, Pyke grinned, as he spoke indirectly to the others inside.
“The fires in their hearts have been lit, which in turn, will light the fires in the factories tomorrow. A motivated people are an unstoppable force, that will give anything to see their dream come true. This is how we will succeed. We may not be as powerful as the Spanish, or as proud as the Prussians, but we have a will stronger than any other. The British people have been shamed, and they know it. To erase that from their hearts... They will do whatever it takes. And that is how we shall achieve our goal. We are a people united under a dream, and we will not let anyone prevent our dream from coming true.”
Bombastic fanfare sung out from the streets of London, accompanied by the sounds of the populace shouting and cheering. A gentle breeze caused the flags mounted on the sides of almost every building to flutter, as people sitting behind rope and police on the sidewalks waved arms and hats over the threshold, trying to get the attention of the black convertible driving down it.
Standing up in the back of the vehicle was a man in a suit and top hat, just slightly over fifty. Short, peppered hair stuck out from above round ears, matching the large, overgrown eyebrows that sat atop a pair of wizened blue-green eyes. A large, porous nose between them seemed to hang on to a wiry mustache, which, in turn, held up a well-kept pointed beard.
As this man smiled and waved back to the crowds, their enthusiasm only grew, making the police's job of holding them back just that much more difficult. They, however, didn't seem to mind for this man. After all, he was the leader of their glorious nation, who had promised to restore it to it's former glory.
Today was the official anniversary of the day that Owen Pyke took control of the nation, following the famous Price scandal-the attempt by Martin Price to install a socialist agenda into the country.
Being such an important day to the people of Britain, it was declared a national holiday, and one of the few days that the factories weren't being worked. So people actually were able to get out of bed and breath in the fresh air, lending more to the reason for the excitement.
Once the car reached the end of it's trail, it stopped, and Pyke stepped out of the vehicle, and up onto a large stage that had been constructed. He looked out as those who had been further down the road steadily flowed in, waiting patiently for them all to arrive before he spoke. Finally, when the stream of people had slowed to a trickle, he began.
“Hello, my fellow people!” he began. “And thank you for being here today! I am happy to be here with you, especially on a day as nice as today! It seems like luck smiles on us, seeing as we have a bright and sunny day, today, of all days. Wouldn't you agree?
The question was met with cheering that took over a minute to die down.
“Now... I know that all of you aren't here just for a thank you. You are all here because of the promise that I made you all last year. The promise that, within a years time, the restoration project would begin, correct?”
Again, the question was met with boisterous applause.
Laughing, Pyke raised his hands, moving them in a vertical motion to calm the crowd. “Well, then. It is my pleasure to announce that, thanks to the hard work from all of you, from the British people... Our dream will soon be a reality. I can't divulge specific details just yet, but, know this. Soon, we will rise. Britain has been dormant for far too long. Soon, we will wake, and remind the world just who it was that owned so much of it for so long. We will have to start out small, but I promise you! Soon, Britain will return to be the center of the world stage!”
One more time, there was applause, loudest as it had been yet.
“But, know this. It will not be an easy task. Sacrifices will have to be made, and this will not be as easy as I feel many of you think it will be. However, if you truly have the will of Britain in your hearts, anything will be possible. Thank you.”
With that last statement, Pyke stepped down from the stage, and made his way back to the vehicle, watching as the police literally had to make a wall using their own bodies to hold the people back. Pyke couldn't help but laugh, and give them one final wave before the vehicle drove off.
In the back seat of the vehicle, Pyke grinned, as he spoke indirectly to the others inside.
“The fires in their hearts have been lit, which in turn, will light the fires in the factories tomorrow. A motivated people are an unstoppable force, that will give anything to see their dream come true. This is how we will succeed. We may not be as powerful as the Spanish, or as proud as the Prussians, but we have a will stronger than any other. The British people have been shamed, and they know it. To erase that from their hearts... They will do whatever it takes. And that is how we shall achieve our goal. We are a people united under a dream, and we will not let anyone prevent our dream from coming true.”
I plan on taking the recreation of the British empire to an extreme. Taking back them old territories whether they want to go back or not. Yay British Imperialism. :>
Dinh AaronMk said
Manliest queen I've seen.
I really ought to stop writing when tired.
Also, sadly related.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/picturegalleries/howaboutthat/10695841/In-pictures-Artist-Saint-Hoax-transforms-world-leaders-into-drag-queens.html
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Yeah, I'm sticking around, and worked out Britain with Village, so I know what it's position is this time. Now I just gotta get working on it's history.
I remember reading in Palestine-guys posts that Jordan was helping them in their rebellion, so I would assume it was independent, if not rebelling at the same time. I wasn't completely up to date with everyone elses posts before the switch though, so I dunno if anything was mentioned later on.
Dinh AaronMk said
I figured it looked either very Victoria 2 or .*Obligatory link
Watching that linked me to this, which I never knew to exist before now.
Nazi Donald Duck
Edit: I'm also going to be sticking with Britain, and am figuring out what to do about it's history.
And the wide, flat peninsula-area next to Reinnam would be a human kingdom allied with my people. Just a fyi for anyone looking to take up land there.
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