The North PacificBoard

"So, I just kinda... lay on the ground. It was weird, like a powder. I don't know how to describe it too well, other than it was otherworldly. Anyway, I then started to get a hold of myself, and training kicked in. I used my survival knife to cut the strings of my parachute, and packed it into a neat wrap. I didn't fall too far from the aircraft, so I began the walk..."

Harris was tired, the incident had fatigued him heavily. In any case, if he wanted to survive, he needed to get to his aircraft and get the survival equipment... If the equipment had survived of course. During the trek, he looked around. The world was... unsettling. There was a strange purple tint in the sky, same with the tree and the bushes and the grass and the rocks and the ferns. He knelt down next to one of the strange plants, and touched it through his flight gloves. He looked in awe at the different parts, the striking similarity to ferns back on Strangereal. He was leaving the panic phase, and entering into one of more... composure. He stood up from the plant, gave it another observation, before continuing on his way to the wreckage.

When he eventually reached his aircrafts wreckage, he ran his hands through his hair and took it all in, though he was not surprised to find that it was not more than twisted metal. Downed trees scattered about with burning grass, the fire of which had a purple tint. Around the radius of the flattened field was scorched trees, also burning with a purple tint. The cockpit was thrown a few meters from the crash sight, flattened slightly from the impact. He walked up to the side of his aircraft, and held his hand to it. The black soot came off and stuck to his flight glove, leaving his print where he had laid it on the warm aluminum body-

"Stop right there. This is a lot of information, Can you please draw a picture of the trees, fern, and the crash sight for the record? I'm particularly interested in the fern."

Special Agent Warren said, taking out a pencil and a sheet of notebook paper. He sat the items across the table, in front of LT. Harris. He then began sketching to the best of his ability the trees he had encountered, the wreckage placement, and what seemed to be some of the fine details of the fern.

Harris then scooted in and handed the paper over to Warren. He examined the paper. He noted the twisted nature of one and the tall, almost pole like nature of the other. He then looked at the fern drawing. It looked to him like a normal fern, with the notable difference of its number of sprouts and the basic location of its extremities. He then handed the paper over to the Other Special Agent, who looked at it through his thick rimmed black glasses, and gave a nod before slipping it into a Manila folder that was stamped PROJECT: PURPLE BOOK. TOP SECRET. In bold, red letters.

"So, what did you do next, to the best of your knowledge?" He said, leaning in.

"Well, next I tried to make a fire..."

Harris has now gathered some sticks from just outside the crash site that weren't charred too badly. He had gotten his hands on the aluminum case that contained the survival kit. It was battered and scorched, but the insulation hopefully had kept the heat from the items inside. he found a flare gun with 5 shots, a mirror, emergency blanket, water purification tablets, a small .22 caliber hunting rifle, 50 rounds for it, 3 clips and 10 extra rounds for his 1911, some C Rations, enough for about 5 days if used correctly. He also found a trapping guide, basic survival guide, a flora and fauna guide for the Pollonian landscape, matches, flint and steel, an axe, and six packets of purified water.

He used some of the pages from the flora and fauna guide as kindling, seeing as he was, he suspected, nowhere near Pollonia. When he had the fire burning and enough wood stockpiled, he took out one of the pocket novels he had and began reading. The book was called War of The Worlds, something that had come out in the 1890s. He thought of the field guns being employed, and how modern weaponry would easily dispatch the walkers. He imagined a missile from an F-4 Phantom slamming into the tripod walkers of the invaders, easily killing the occupier. It gave him something to keep his mind off his predicament, something he did not want to think about at the moment.

“Sir, they’ve agreed to our demands.” The young embassador said as he peeked his head into the office. Norville looked up and couldn’t help but break into a large smile.

“Amazing!” He said with a chuckle. “Oh this is great this calls for a celebration! No wait, no celebration we still have work to do! Get our finest engineers because this one’s important no corners can be cut with this one! We’re gunna build a base!” He was mostly talking to himself by now almost ignoring the embassador. “Good work Charles. Now where’s Laura? LAURA!!” The president continued.

“Yes, Sir!” The secretary yelled running into the room.

“Laura get in contact with the BOBCAT company. I need their contractors to build us a big ol’ base.” The president demanded.

“Where at, Sir?” The secretary asked.

“East Coast of Sr long island.” The president replied.

“Yes, Sir! Right away, sir!” The secretary replied and she bolted out of the room. After a few hours, the contractors were shipped out to SRLI to begin construction on the new naval base. The base would consist of 9 piers and hold 20,000 soldiers.