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Recovery Efforts; Open to all who wish to help
Topic Started: Jun 14 2010, 10:39 PM (49 Views)
Seltak
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Seltak steadied the stick as the Murasame drifted slowly towards the ground. It took only a few minutes, and soon the mobile armor set down on a patch of land just big enough for the large plane. He went to shutting down systems and locking them out from anyone's use but his own, and when finally satisfied, he took off his gloves. Opening the cockpit, Seltak stood and removed his helmet, holding it in his right arm, he took one large breath, then sighed.

"So good to be home."

The landing was difficult because there were only pockets where a single mobile suit could land and even have room to get out, and most of those places were twenty feet downhill from the village. The village was built on a large clearing about mid way up the mountain. The land had been blasted and flattened into a 100 yard square foot area, and homes had been constructed in the area. The only way into the village on foot was to go through the main gate, or climb the surrounding rocks and repel down, which wasn't recommended because a fall from the top would kill you. Jumping from the cockpit onto the wing, he shut the hatch, clicked the lock on his keyring, and dropped down to the rocky ground below him. Looking towards the village just up the road, he smiled as he saw a few children running towards him. Smiling, he started walking towards the village, hands in the pockets of his pilot uniform. It took only seconds before a handful of kids were there, tackling Seltak to the ground. With a hard thump, the group landed on the ground, everyone laughing and giggling.

"Ok, ok, uncle!" Seltak shouted above their laughter. One by one, the children started getting off him, large smiles on all their faces. They knew why he was there. Smiling, Seltak motioned up the road, and they all started walking to the village together, the children jumping around and asking what seemed like hundreds of questions about his travels. It took them only a few minutes to reach the gates to the village, and when they did, they were met by the rest of the village. So good to be home...

The reason for his visit was the same it was every six months. He was here to help the village, in anyway he could. Most of the time it was to repair a house that was falling apart or completely rebuild the ones that had collapsed completely. So he made an oath to himself. To come back twice a year with supplies and help his people rebuild. Soon, if he could, he would spread this effort to the whole of Ireland, maybe even Europe, but this was far beyond what he was capable of at this time. What would hurt about this trip was he didn't have as much money, and he didn't work with anyone. So he'd done the only thing he could do, and that was to call the major organizations and ask if anyone wanted to help with the recover of Síochán Village. He hoped people would come, but with wars breaking out all over the world, he doubted any would show.

Walking to the gate, he watched two men shut the large wooden gate and lock it, walking back to their posts. Calling to them before they got comfortable, he met them at the gate.

"You boys remember what to do. Any outsider that comes through, whether it be the men bringing the supplies or any man who has come to aid us, must be disarmed and anything that he brings with him is checked over for weapons and other dangerous equipment." The two nodded and Seltak dismissed them, satisfied that they would do as he instructed with care and precision. Checking his watch, Seltak figured it would take another ten minutes or so until the trucks with the supplies would be there. He saw them at the foot of the mountain before he landed, and as long as they didn't break down, they would be there on time.

Deciding that working in his pilot attire wouldn't be too easy, Seltak walked towards his abandoned house where he kept a container with extra supplies and mementos. The house itself was in bad shape, but the box was water and fire proof, so anything he needed to keep here was safer than any of the villages. Pulling out some old and worn work cloths, he changed over so he'd be prepared to work once the trucks got here.
o.0 You want me to do what?! 0.o

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