Het Grote Schiereiland (The Great Peninsula) Western Batavië 06.35 Hello there guest. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! The Mig-29 was flying low, only 12 or so thousand feet above the ground. The mountains, although not comparable to those seen elsewhere in Europe, were unusual for mainland Batavië. Two thirds of the country was flat, some of it even below sea level, an agricultural paradise. The Southeastern parts of the country, where the capital and other main cities were located, had low rolling hills, but nothing spectacular. This pilot had seen it all. Being a member of Special Air Wing 7 had its benefits. He had flown over Windhoek Eiland, Batavië's gem in the Western Ocean. Hardly populated and graced with mountains that would put the peninsular ones to shame, it was a wilderness at the mercy of the military. If he changed his vector ever so slightly to the east and flew for about twenty minutes, he would be over flat farmland. But not here. The Great Peninsula, as it was marked on maps, was a mostly desolate region. Geologists believed it to be a former island in itself connected to the mainland of Scania relatively recently with a change in sea levels and ocean currents. That, thought the pilot, was why its topography was so miraculously different than the flatlands of the Northwest. He yawned and looked again at his monitors. He had been flying for almost two hours and nothing of interest had been seen as of yet. The reconnaissance missions his Air Wing had been assigned this past month were dull. Strict flight paths, beautiful countryside, nothing to do. 'Vulture Six, this is command, come in.' his radio crackled at him, bringing him out of his mental geography lesson. 'Command, this is Vulture Six, over.' A moment passed as the MiG leaped over the summit of a mountain and flew over a tiny village in the valley, probably home to no more than twenty cow farming families. 'Vulture Six, your position should be near the village of Leutof. Make two flybys with camera rolling and then return to base, over.' The pilot activated the camera with the flip of a couple of switches and turned his plane around. 'Orders confirmed, Vulture Six out.' As he flew over the village, probably giving the residents an early morning wake up call, he wondered why, of all places, he was being ordered to take pictures of this remote, nothing village. But as any good soldier of the People's Air Force, he did not once question his command. No, the only liberty and autonomy his conscience allotted him was to muse upon the order, not question its validity. --------------------------- The sound of a jet not very high in the sky nearly caused Henk Roos to spill his early morning coffee. Taking his mug outside with him, he looked up into the overcast November sky. The chilled air of the night was loathed to leave the valley, a clear sign that winter was setting in early in Scania, or at least the peninsular region of Batavië. Henk watched as the MiG came roundabout for a second pass, flying right over the centre of town before pulling up and seeming to head east. Interesting, thought Henk as he sipped the Vangalan roast and returned inside his small cottage. He set the mug on the kitchen counter top and went to the rotary phone in the living room. He dialled a number scribbled onto a memo pad he kept in his jacket's breast pocket. 'Hallo, Maria. Mag ik met Frans spreken? Ja, ik wacht. Dank u wel.' (Hello, Maria. May I speak with Fraans? Yes, I'll wait. Thank you.) Having hardly to wait more than a few seconds, Henk spoke into the receiver clearly, 'Frans, we hebben een probleem.' (Fraans, we have a problem.) OOC: essentially this is to be a somewhat long term RP of a separatist group operating underground in Batavië. They are supporters of a return to pre late 1940s civil war in which the constitutional monarchy was replaced with the authoritarian communist system. Henk, who I hope to develop into a fairly intricate character, is the leader of this as of yet unnamed group. They support AGE and would do anything to get AGE involvement in pretty much any form. I hope for Skånsige to get involved as well as other AGE members as it progresses. While basing their operations mostly in the large peninsula in Batavië's west, there are cells by the border with Arendaal who will try to contact the Dutch-speaking minority there. This RP will become 'hot', if you will, in the sense that military action will occur in varying forms and sizes. That all depends on whether or not/how AGE, Arendaal and other participants choose to aid this group. Please PM me if you have questions or want to get involved. Skånsige and Arendaal can really jump in whenever they want.