An unexpected journey to the wilderness.

[Portusgalia]

They only efforts in exploring Himyar by Portusgalia where done during the second half of the 19th century. Capelo and Ivens, Serpa Pinto where the major figures. After that, nobody cared in Portusgalia. They prefered submiting rebel native chiefs to the Portusgalian authority. Almust 100 years have passed until Ivernia decided to go to the unknown. That was considered an outrage for the Portusgalian, who subcounciencly they regard their selves has the "Lords of Himyar".


Lourenço Marques, Mozambia, 23th Jannuary 1954

In the office of the Prefect of Mozambia, Colonel Coutinho, the day was an ordinary day. Papers... More papers, and requests, requests of requests, complains... Until a secretary came in.

Joel Gomes: Your Excelency, interesting news regarding Ivernia...

Colonel Coutinho: What now?

Joel Gomes: They sent an expedition into the interior of Himyar...

Colonel Coutinho: WHAT?

Joel Gomes: True, its the news from the Commonwealth!

Colonel Coutinho: Go... I have to think in this... I will cal you later...

Coutinho stand up from his chair and go by the window, he stayed for 5 long minutes thinking...

"This is bad... If the discover something... It is the nation's pride that is at stake! Better act..."

Coutinho asks for a meeting with their staff, he knows that Lisbon won't care, Lisbon is quite more concerned about "several valkanian rascals helping the integralist hicks in the mountains", so no help will come. He will take advantage of the new administrative decree that gives a lot of power to the Prefects...

 

[Portusgalia]

Colonel Coutinho meets with the "Junta Geral da Província de Mozâmbia" (General Board of Mozambia), to speak to his Procurators about his idea. An expedition! The Procurators are apreensive...

Prefect Colonel Coutinho: Is it legal or not!?

Procurator Luís Cravinho: Article 45, point 8... It is your duty to defend the province and their citizens, and you have Article 47: In case of doubt or inexistence of legal interpretation it is you who decide. Remember, you are responsible before the Queen...

Procurator Lourenço de Sousa: Just go for it... It is the general interest of Mozambia and even of the Crown!

Prefect Colonel Coutinho: I shall send the National Guard, since I have no power over the Army.

Procurator Lourenço de Sousa: Listen, if this goes bad, we are here to support you, right?

The council gave support to Coutinho's project.

Prefect Colonel Coutinho: Thank you gentlemen for your support. I will see what Mobile Battalions of the National Guard we have here. I'm thinking on the Makonde Battalion, since they are quite prone to militarist things and stuff...

Procurator Luís Gonzaga: Ok... Brilliant idea, i was thinking in them too... Take at least 3 Battalions, so you may have a provisional regiment formed.


ooc: Mobile Battalion, is a classification of the National Guard related to the capabilities of the Battalion. A Mobile Battalion means that it is composed of men able for manouvres and operations.
Fixed Battalion, is a battalion that only serves for garrison and defense rules in a static position.

Makondes, are warrior tribes from the north of Mozambia.

 

[Portusgalia]

The Provisional Regiment will be composed of 3 National Guard Battalions, one from Lourenço Marques, wich has de better equipment, the Makonde Tribe one, the must agressive and military able, and one "ethnic mix" Battalion from Tete, since they adventure a lot outside Mozambia's borders.

The commander of the expedition will be a former republican leader, Admiral Cabeçadas. Cabeçadas was expelled from the navy in 1928, because he was a fierce republican, and active fighter on the civil war. He went to "exile" in Mozambia after that, and remained there till now days. He was chosen because he is a great friend of Colonel Coutinho, and Coutinho knows very well the military experience of Cabeçadas. Now a old man, Cabeçadas doesn't care much of politics, but still a old guard republican.

The Makondes and guys from Lourenço Marques travel to Tete in order to meet there with the "Tete Moors", the name of the local National Guard Battalion.

The main discussion now is about, what they should get in there...

Captain Carvalho (Lourenço Marques): Franckly Admiral! No armoured cars!? What the hell! Do you won't to get us killed!?

Admiral Cabeçadas: Do you expect what Captain? To find a gas station in there? You are not in Mozambia anymore since we pass those borders, the last gas stations you have is here.

Captain Carvalho: Ok... No armoured cars, no trucks... No horses... Only on foot... This will be like in the 18th century warfare...

Admiral Cabeçadas: Captain your Battalion has the better weapons in this all regiment, you have semi-auto rifles M1917 and a lot of SMGs, the Makondes... They only have bolt actions, specially old ones... I haven't seen those in fithy years! Those are really outdated... Don't be the sad guy here.

I managed to get machine guns for us, 10 Hotchkiss M1914 heavy machine guns and 80 Hotchkiss M1909 Benet–Mercie light machine guns. With this we are able to sustain fire, have squad support and even stablish a defence perimeter...

40 donkeys from Tras os Montes to travel with us. Remember... SAVE AMMO!

 

[Portusgalia]

More than 750 men cross the borders of Mozambia, an authentic invasion. The nearby tribes already know the portusgalians, so they won't move a finger, since they are more or less friendly to the Portusgalians. Besides, the Portusgalians sell to them several stuff, from weapons to cheap bracelets.

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A vast clowd of dust is left behind the portusgalian National Guards as they march towards the savannas of Himyar. At least the first 30km are secure, after that no one knows. Two days of marching will be good, and by Sunday they will reach the end of the Malawi people territory.

 

[Portusgalia]

At the end of two days it is the end of the Malawi territory, a simple river... with crocodiles... A national guard measures the deeph of the river, and it is very low, they may pass on foot. Cabeçadas give a general order to shoot every crocodile on the river, and "possible menace" that came out of the surroundings. Except natives!

The fire starts, every animal on the zone runs like hell! They pass and left behind a path of dead crocodiles, hyenas... They "blow" up a tree, and paint it in red. They crave this on the wood "Land of Her Majesty the Queen D. Constança of Portusgalia". It is more a path mark rather then a "territorial mark"...

 

[Portusgalia]

The "Provisional Regiment" enters on the Mututu's land. They know little about this tribe, the only thing they know it is that they are sheppards and cattle owners. Since the expeditionary forces are hunting for survival, little negotiation is to be done with this tribes. Radio signals are fading as far has they go to the interior... They don't won't to catch other germanian powers, such has Ivernia radio channels, they fear that they can be detected on this venture. The last radio message was:

"Sucess, tribes are friendly at a radius of 100 km from the from the boarders. It is amazing how far do they know us, the portusgalians, that must have to be with 500 years of portusgalian presence in Himyar! Unfortunatly they regard us with fear because of our weapons and technology. I can lo longer warranty radio contact with you for now on, we expect the last orders now."

 

[Portusgalia]

Response from Lourenço Marques City:

This is the Prefect, Colonel Coutinho, you guys travel until Bangala, when you arrive the contact the local authorities. No harm will be made to you.

It was the last radio message, from then no more radio signal, no ways to contact Mozambia. Admiral Cabeçadas and his men where on their own. Himyar is a vast wilderness, full of wild beasts and formidable landscape.

The journey continues far beyond even more... Until a Captain, Machel, the captain of the Makonde National Battalion remembers one thing...

Captain Machel: Admiral do we have poison gas?

Admiral Cabeçadas: What?

Captain Machel: Yes... Poison Gas!

Admiral Cabeçadas: Yes a few bottles for... Safe...

Captain Machel: Good, my people said that there maybe agressive tribes inside, very attached to landowning, we may have troubles.

Admiral Cabeçadas: That is part of journey my friend, unfortunatly we have to live with that...

 

[Portusgalia]

The adventure goes even deeper in Himyar, till now no agression, they are guests among the tribes chieftains. Cabeçadas is a good diplomat, never agressive, always friendly, and always asks for permission to travel. Many of tribes never saw western folks , so they regard the portusgalians with curiosity...

 

[Portusgalia]

The idea of taking only Mozambian born personnel to this venture was a great idea. With Gallo-Germanian personnel, with no immune defense against tropical diseases it would be a catastrophe. The men are in perfect health, and well feed by the great amount of wild animals, specially Zebras, gnus, bisons... To pay for the expenses they have hunted several elephants and rhinos, their tusks will be payed good in Lourenço Marques.

 

[Portusgalia]

Far away from communications, and without any information from the world, and the turmoil over Himyar and the Eastern Cape, the "Provisional Regiment" continues to explore the unknown big continent of Himyar.
Life isn't so hard for this himyarish men, they are used to the climate and natural dangers of the continent's wild life. The vast amount of wild animals provide great source of food, and the rivers are rich with food. They only cry for a good old portion of rice, pasta or potatoes.

In their way they have made contacts with the natives, always in a friendly way, Cabeçadas is a great diplomat. They stoped nearby a jungle, and a great rives that will flow into the Etneaen himyarish territory. The natives call the rive "Pum-bo", and Cabeçadas is courious about the wild life in there. The natives tell the history of a strange creature that lives in the river banks, called "Emela-ntouka". Cabeçadas isn't exactly a naturalist, or a biologist, but the discription of the strange animal caught his attention. The tribal chiefe describes the animal, exactly equal to the famous Mokele-mbembe of Bangala rivers. Cabeçadas take off a notebook and draws a picture of Mokele-mbembe, and the tribal chief observes the drawing and starts nod and pointing.

Cabeçadas looks to Captain Machel...

Admiral Cabeçadas: What in the hell...

Captain Machel: Yes sir... The same animal... My grandmother was born in the Shona people, and she told me histories about the same animal, but in the jungles.. Can't remember the name, but it had a long neck...

Admiral Cabeçadas: It is the same one... I don't understand one thing! Every guy in Bangala tells the same history! Even in here, why can't we see him!?

Captain Machel: They portrait the animal has a kind of demon in here... Supernatural things and stuff like that...

Admiral Cabeçadas: Will manage to take a photo of one of those! Capture one and send it back to Lourenço Marques! This will be the discovery of the century!!!! A living dinossaur!

Captain Machel: I think you will hunt it till the end of your days and get nothing...

Admiral Cabeçadas: At least we will try! Machel lets set a plan in here, it is dawn now... According to the Tribal chief the animal appears by dusk and night! We must set the boys along the river shores, on the sigting points in order to get it!

Captain Machel: Ok let's try then! I hope God helps us!

 

[Portusgalia]

They are setting up the "traps" to catch the animal. The natives say the "Emela-ntouka" is a very agressive animal. Assuming it has a hippopotamus like skin, it is very thick, so they only relly on bold action rifles. SMGs and semi-auto rifles don't have the same punching power has a bolt-action rifle required to penetrate towards the skin. The round is little for the job, an 8mm Lebel isn't exactly the best option, but is what they have at the moment.

Cabeçadas is crazy with the idea, he goes around from tree to tree with his camera seing the best spot for the "Photo of the Century"... The men take positions, and wait till dusk...

They hear a strange sound on the must far side of the river...

Corporal José Lavadinho: It is the beast!!!!!!

Captain Machel: No stupid, this a engine sound!

Corporal José Lavadinho: Engines in here!? Probably we are the first western folks to arrive here!

Captain Machel: Yes... But this shit is big man... It is aproaching...Wowowowow

Corporal José Lavadinho: Oh fuck it is an airplane! Probably it is an Eatean bomber! Damn they will screw us!

Captain Machel: Shit don't show your self! Stay down... This is not good, not good! Damn... Wooo shit wooo shit it is getting down towards us!!!

Corporal José Lavadinho: Fuck! Shoot it! Shoot it! Aim at the engines!!!!!

Captain Machel: Corporal don't!!!!

Corporal José Lavadinho: They have see us, we must get it down!

Captain Machel: But the engines are stopped asshole!! He is gonna crash! Get out move!

A falling airplane almost crashes over those two heads... They aproach nearby the plane...

Captain Machel: This ain't no Eatnean plane... Can't tell by the plane...

Corporal Lavadinho: I think it is [MENTION=1187]Ivernia[/MENTION] something, look at that...

Captain Machel: Don't get your weapon down son... They can be hostile and armed...


HELLO! GET OUT!!!! NOW!!!! YOU ARE SOROUNDED!!!!!!

 

[Ivernia]

Dermot's last fire extinguisher had run out and the blaze from the engine room wouldn't go down. In frustration he almost threw the empty red canister into the burning room but not wanting an impromptu bomb, he instead closed the door tight - and wiped the soot and sweat from his face. Dermot called to his other engineer ''We've lost it! Come on! Head for the Captaen!''

Dermot could hear the Airship beginning to rumble and groan. As the two engineers lost their balance time and again it became clear the airship wasn't in good shape.

The two engineers passed through the navigation deck where they saw men furiously attempting to co-ordinate their locations and send out distress signals.

''No-one is hailing our calls Dermot!'' One navigator shot out at the two men rushing past.

Entering the Captaens Deck, the Control Room, saw the same rushed and electric atmosphere. Captaen Hugo Mac Arthur, the most famous Airship Pilot in the Ivernish High Kingdom was at the helm. A grizzly, old, bearded man, controlling the Airship, was the only one to hold himself checked, and to not lose face in the crises.

Captaen Mac Arthur turned to the engineers at their arrival.

''Engineer! Status report on the fire? What's the source? Where are my engines?''

''Fire out of control Captaen! Something exploded and that's all we know, the engines still don't work, and now there's no way I can fix them.''

The Captaen turned back around. Looking out of the gondola's front window it was, in contrast to the disaster incumbent surrounding them, a bright and beautiful day.

Golden Savannah and great flat plains as far as the eye could see under a sky so deep and richly blue, Dermot couldn't believe it was the same sky his dingy little house in Ivernia stood under. It was almost a moment of mesmerizing peace for the poor man, before his fellow engineer Colm shook him back to it.

The Captaen had let go of the wheel. He turned to the PA system in the Control Room and signed deeply before turning in on.

''Ladies and Gentlemen of the Rí na Speir. This is your Captaen speaking, Hugo Mac Arthur. As you know, several days ago our engines shut down, over the great plains of Himyar, and we were set adrift. Our Engineers have been diligently and without rest, attempting to fix the malfunction that would not present it to them.

..In the last hour there has been some kind of electrical failure. Which caused a small, localised fire in the control room. That fire has been taken care of, but in the interests of the safety of my crew and the passengers aboard this ship I must attempt an emergency landing using the rudders to gently guide the Rí na Speir down. Ladies and gentlemen you have been braced and I impore you to remain so. This shall only be a matter of minutes before we are safely on the ground. God be with us.''

With that Captaen Mac Arthur put down the PA speaker, and re-assumed control of the main wheel from his Leifteanant. ''Gentlemen let's try to take her in as easy as we can, but we need to be fast. Engineer I assume the fire door of the engine room is closed?''

''Sir, yes Captaen!'' Dermot interjected suddenly.

''Then we have some time at least. Prepare for emergency landing! Bring the rudders down!''

The tilt was more drastic than Dermot expected, suddenly the plains of Himyar became more prominent as the ship teetered itself to crawl down from the sky. Slower and slower the land moved to meet the Airship. Panic and shouting could be heard from the back where the passengers were no doubt terrified.

The two engineers realised they needed to get secure. With their normal seats probably now burned to ashes in the kiln that was once the engine control room, the two men headed backwards into the Navigation Room. Looking at the radio side it was completely occupied, but Colm showed Dermot two seats in the chart-room side. They sat down and buckled in - for what it was going to be worth.

The Airship came out of the sky like a falling cloud. As slow as the great Captaen Hugo Mac Arthur could make it. While the plains were interspersed with woods and forests, low land hills and even mountains in the distance, the Airship at least had the fortune of good flat ground to crash in.

From a distance it looked like a picture of gentleness and grace as the giant dark and ominous grey Airship slowly came closer and ever closer to kissing the golden dry dirt of the Himyari continent. But the Airship was still going in much too fast, with no engines to slow down the descent.

When the airship hit the land, the noise began like an explosion. The initial bang could have been heard for a mile. Metal ripped itself from the great gas bag above the gondola as dirt was kicked high up into the air. The sound of steel twisting and groaning and snapping like a metal maelstrom was a blood curdling, ear splitting sound. Eventually the giant gas bag's rib cage of colossal steel strut's cracked open like a chest cavity as the helium poured out of it's containers like blood from a wound.

The gondola was ripped from it's host and slammed into the ground. The Airship's gas bag rolled for a few turns, creating deep scars in the ground before finally coming to a rest.

Dermot began to open his eyes. He remembered screaming at the noise and bang. He remembered a terrible dull thud as the gondola hit the ground and everyone hitting the wall, chairs and buckles and all.

Dermot was in a daze on the floor. Blood was pouring from a head wound and he had tunnel vision. He could just barely see the bodies all around him, before his eyes gave out.

* * *​

Hugo Mac Arthur was pressing down hard on his own leg. Some metal part whipped across the Control Room and had given it a mighty slash. Despite being in the front seat for the catastrophe he seemed to be alive. Gradually it turned out others were too.

''Hurry! Get people out of the ship! Come on! Passengers first!'' Hugo shouted at the men still moving.

The emergency doors all around the gondola were opened. The one's that could be opened as the gondola landed at and angle, and had deep dents and tears right across it.

Hugo was still in his chair. A medic had rushed over to him and was applying a tourniquet, Hugo believed. He was in a small daze. He had never crashed a ship before, he couldn't believe it. What went wrong? How many did he kill today? He could feel something clawing over him. Like a shroud covering his brain. It was unwelcome, it was useless. Captaens lead men. Hugo physically shook his head as if to banish the demons.

''One of his navigators came up to the control room. Captaen sir! We were moving passengers out of the ship and.. there are soldiers outside!''

The shroud blanketed him all at once and he felt cold. ''Oh God, you don't mean we're in the Eastern Cape? Or we landed too close or?''

''No sir! They're not Valkanian and they're not natives. Soldiers are Portusgalian. They're demanding we all get out now.''

A sigh of relief. ''Well that is easier said than done. My leg is in a bad knack.''

It was the medic's turn to pipe up. ''Actually no sir I've controlled this. Take this crutch and you can walk out of here at least.''

Captaen Hugo mac Arthur thanked the medic while receiving his crutch. Slowly he got from his seat, and with the navigators help worked his way through the gondola. He saw the destruction in the navigation room where the heavy radio boxes clearly broke free of their holds and crushed men. He saw in the lounge area were casino tables and lounge chairs were broken and smashed against the walls. With stuffing and gambling chips and game cards strewn about. He minded not to step on any of the broken glass from the destroyed bar, as he passed through the lap of luxury and Ivernish ''High society'' - brought to ground and destruction, in the vast wilderness of this Himyar.

He clambered out of the gondola, still under the joint assistance from the crutch and the navigator, as he came across many of his passengers. The men, shaken and looking down, then women on the verge of hysterics. The sun beating down on all of them and the great heat made Mac Arthur's breath stifle in his throat and exhaust him even more that the crash did.

He came to the front of the crowd where a group of very cautious looking and very travel worn Portusgalian soldiers held their ground, guns in hand.

One of the passengers walked up to Mac Arthur. ''Excuse me Captaen, sorry, but my name is Seamus O' Malley. These are Portusgalian soldiers. I am an Ivernish civil worker for the Portusgalian Imperial House in Alderburgh, if you need me to translate? I happen to know a conversational amount of the tongue''

''Aren't we fortunate?'' Mac Arthur laughed sardonically. ''Yes thank you Mr. O'Malley. Tell them this; I am Captaen Hugo Mac Arthur. I was the commander of this Airship, the Rí na Speir, making a trip from the Ivernish Himyari Commonwealth to the colony of New Engellex. We mean no harm, this is a passenger plane. We took the trip over the Himyari Continent as we had a navigation and charting team who were building a profile of the Himyari Interior as we passed over it.''

Hugo tried not to put too much of his weight on the crutch and stand tall. but the Himyari sun seemed to be even worse than back in the Commonwealth. It sapped the strength from him.

 

[Portusgalia]

Those two where impossible to be valkanians soldiers they where black mozambians. Machel was catatonic so has Lavadinho... First they speak Portusgalian with each other...

Corporal Lavadinho: See asshole I told you, they where from Ivernia!

Captain Machel: Oh damn a civilian airplane... This is horrible...

Corporal Lavadinho: No radio outhere, and whe are at least a mounth of travel out of radio range, we can't call for support...

Captain Machel: Let me do the talks...

Captain Machel and Corporal Lavadinho put down their weapons, and started beckon with their hands.

Captain Machel: Go get the others, call Admiral Cabeçadas, a tell there are civilians in danger out here...

Captain Machel goes ahead to the one he thinks it is captain, when a man of the cre says:

Mr O'Malley: I am Captaen Hugo Mac Arthur. I was the commander of this Airship, the Rí na Speir, making a trip from the Ivernish Himyari Commonwealth to the colony of New Engellex. We mean no harm, this is a passenger plane. We took the trip over the Himyari Continent as we had a navigation and charting team who were building a profile of the Himyari Interior as we passed over it.

Captain Machel: Oh thank God! You speak portusgalian... Are you all ok? Do you have hunded or dead people among you? I give orders to my Corporal to get support to over here, don't worry, we have one doctor with us and some medicine!

I'm Captain Machel from the National Guard of the 2nd National Battalion of Tete, Mozambia, we are on a mission to the interior of Himyar! You are very lucky to found us...

In a few minutes, at least a hundred men arrived there, and ahead of them Admiral Cabeçadas. He was an old men, but very active and energic.

Admiral Cabeçadas: Who was in charge of this plane!?

Captain Machel pointed at Mac Arthur...

Captain Machel: He is sir!

Admiral Cabeçadas: Glad to meet you sir... I'm Mendes Cabeçadas, commander of this Corps, they are all from the National Guard, and we are no harm to you and your crew! We have a doctor there, João da Ega! Come here...

He is at your entire disposal!

Lieutenant João da Ega: Yes sir!?

Admiral Cabeçadas: This is Captain Mac Arthur, commander of this fallen airship, you are at his orders now!

 

[Ivernia]

Captaen Hugo Mac Arthur thanked the stars the men were Portusgalian after all, well, Mozambians at least. Being easily the most civil black peoples in Himyar, except maybe Cathiopians or certain Commonwealth blacks being on par. As the Captain Machel put it, they were very lucky indeed to crash in front of these men.

Mac Arthur was pleased at least to see that his translator Seamus O' Malley was clear in his translations so far, as the Mozambian soldiers appeared to reciprocate and understanding over this being a civil airship in trouble.

''They have a doctor with their sortie, they're sending for him right now'' O'Malley told Mac Arthur, after talking with their assumed Captain of their Sortie.

''They're on an expedition through the Himayari lands just like we were Captaen Mac Arthur. They went on foot though, more detailed inspection of the lands past their borders than an airship chancing a glide over the interior.''

''A chance it seems we should not have took'' Mac Arthur mused half to O'Malley, and half to himself.

Many more of the Portusgalian troops arrived. Assisting with the Ivernish civilians, pulling them from wreckage, and also, assisting in counting the dead. For a time the two peoples were joined in their efforts of trying to salvage as many equipment and people as possible.

Mac Arthur's Leifteanant, Alan Muller, had survived the crash. With gauze bandaged around his head he could only see out of one eye. Nevertheless Muller continued his role as second in command, and with Mac Arthur on crutches Muller had to fill the role of runner; meeting the rescue salvage crew at the airship and O'Malley with the Portusgalians.

''We had fifty-four passengers, with twenty two staff on board. We have twenty passengers and fifteen staff dead. No one escaped without injury, but every one is standing and capable Mac Arthur.'' Muller's face may have been caked in sweat, blood and Himyari dust, but Mac Arthur could still see the somber fall as his Leifteanant had to give that report. No doubt even worse he must have been as he was gathering that intel.

Mac Arthur put his hand on Muller's shoulder, ''Easy lad, that's the worst over. We're getting out of here.''

''Mac Arthur!'' O'Malley wheezed, as he hustled over to Hugo, ''Mac Arthur, a Portugalian, Admiral Cabeçadas is looking for the leader of this airship!''

Mac Arthur, his left Leifteanant Muller, and the translator-diplomat O'Malley rushed to not keep this Admiral waiting.

The Admiral was an elderly man but clearly a still fit man, to have come so far out into the Himyari frontier. He shook the had of Captaen Mac Arthur and the two conversed with O'Malley acting as a middle man.

As it turns out the Admiral was eager to help the civilians, Hugo was relieved. He also gained a Doctor from the Admiral.

''Lieutenant João da Ega I believe?'' Hugo said to the doctor, hand outreached. The young Doctor accepted the hand and shook it, responding with pleasantries, according to O'Malley.

''Please, you must assist our wounded passengers, we only have one medic and he is quite overstretched.''

The Portugalian Doctor made his way over to the small circle of passengers, still breathing but all still wounded. O'Malley was told to stay with Mac Arthur and Muller. ''We'll have need of you soon with the Portusgalians, the Doctor will just be treating visible cuts and bruises anyways.''

''What's our plan of action Captaen? Where to now?''

''Now? We're gonna gather up all the supplies we can. We're gonna try and get a rifle or two of the Portusgalians, and then we're gonna head for the closest border we can that isn't the Eastern Cape. We need to get within shot of a radio fast - we need to find any Empire holdings friendly to Ivernia, and as quickly as possible - the sun is beating down and it will continue to beat down on us every day we're in it.''

Mac Arthur shuffled on his crutch. He hoped we wouldn't need it for too long for his wounded leg.

''We still have no clue what exactly happened to bring the engine room down. And now with the crash I daresay the evidence was dashed along this land.'' Mac Arthur said dejectedly. ''We'll have to question the staff and passengers who are still alive as we go, in case one of them saw something suspicious.''

 

[Portusgalia]

The Admiral Cabeçadas was perplexed with the scenario... Old traumas of civil war came back to him has ghosts. Since 1928 he didn't saw any was scenario, but the blood the dead and hunded passengers made snort in a somewhat depression... He speaks to his right-arm in the expedition, Captain Machel...

Admiral Cabeçadas: Machel what the hell are we going to do now, the expedition is already... blighted!

Machel: We can't let this people die out here. They are not fit for this enviroment!

Admiral Cabeçadas: I'm sure my old friend Colonel Coutinho will understand, he is a reasonable man, i know him for long. He has a very human heart.

Machel: So we are leaving?

Admiral Cabeçadas: Yes... I don't won't to see more death in my front ever again, this episode was a punch in my heart... I have seen many things in my life when i was young, and death was always there... blood... guts spread all over the dirt... Gush! Just get the free men and order them to pack things!

After that he went to Captaen Mac Arthur...

Admiral Cabeçadas: Well pall... I can only offer you this now... You can go back with us to Mozambia, and in there contact the Ivernian Consulate in order to ship you back to to your destinations. I don't won't to say this to you all... So Mr Seamus O' Malley keep your mouth shut... It is a long journey on foot back to Mozambia. At least I can say to you that the Himyar Natives in the path are very friendly and pacific, they already know me.

Sorry but i have a problem with "death", don't mind, War traumas... I didn't look exactly to your passengers, but do you have women and children? Those are the must prone to suffer from the journey...

Corporal Zeferino: Sir, at least try to get on radio range and call for trucks! They know the damn path down here, just give the coordinates!

Admiral Cabeçadas: Nice point Zeferino, you are starting to get it some how!

Corporal Zeferino: Gush! I'm not that dumb just because I'm the radio operator!

 

[Portusgalia]

OOC: [MENTION=1187]Ivernia[/MENTION], still in?

 

[Ivernia]

OOC: Well this RP is over a year old but I don't see why I wouldn't continue it. You'll have to wait until the end of May though I have exams soon!

 

[Portusgalia]

OOC: Take your time...