Author's note. Hello everyone, I have made a critical mistake. Ignore a week has passed since Van Persie crash-landed. I am very stupid and forgot radiation existed. Vestal when down to the canteen the same day Van Persie arrived.
Jack van Persie
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Date: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Current Objective: Inform the nurse about the looming disaster.
Vestal held van Persie close to her for a few more minutes until van Persie stopped crying. He had to let it all out. Vestal laid van Persie back down and broke away from the hug.
"I'll get you something to eat," Vestal said. She backed away and turned around to the door. van Persie then just realized what was at stake. He and his F-16 were teleported from a nuclear radiation zone. A disaster was unfolding under their noses.
"NO NOO!" van Persie jolted upright, ignoring the pain. Vestal turned around, slightly scared and was confused.
"What is going on?"
"Tell whoever is in charge here, they have got a nuclear incident. Everybody is going to be exposed to highly dangerous nuclear fallout! You need to order a full evacuation now and call a NEST team or a CBRN response force!" van Persie said rapidly.
"Slow down Jack. I didn't quite understand you,"
"Get a Geiger counter!" van Persie cried out. Vestal finally understood what he had just said.
"Oh no!" Vestal realized her fatal mistake; she and Akashi had exposed everyone to dangerous levels of radiation. She rushed over to the phone and dialled the emergency number. "Call High Command!"
"And tell them what?" A voice replied.
"Call the CBRN Task Force!"
"Oh, shit…"
Pvt. Paul Snyder
50th Quick Emergency Response NEST team, "50th Company". CBRN Task Force.
[REDACTED] – 01:30 [REDACTED]
[REDACTED]
Operation [REDACTED]: Respond to the incident at the Azur Lane Base
Private Snyder along with hundreds of others quickly mobilized quick response personnel gathered in an orderly fashion outside of the garrison. Snyder was extremely anxious and worried. He was shaking inside due to the fear but he reminded himself that this was a noble cause and if he should die, this sacrifice and the other sacrifices would ensure Azur Lane would keep fighting and bring an end to the Siren War. This was his first deployment with the CBRN but he and everyone in the 50th Company were fully qualified. They had the training and the best equipment to deal with any emergency response that involved a chemical, biological, radiological or nuclear incident. The operators wore one thick insulated rubber suit that covered every part of the body from head to toe. Additionally, they also wore lead chest pieces to absorb gamma rays. The operators gathered outside, standing to attention. The commander of the base then appeared, in gear as well.
"Brave soldiers of the Eagle Union. Yesterday, an unknown object fell and crashed inside the Azur Lane Naval Base. The contents of the object are still unknown, but it is suspected to be a plane and its pilot. You're called here today to assist in the evacuation of the personnel of the Azur Lane base. This will be done by creating a preliminary zone where you will direct the personnel of the base for a radiation scan and decontamination procedures. Then direct them to the casualty zone where they will be treated. The rest of you carrying pre-containment equipment will detect, mark and isolate contaminated areas, along with evacuating civilians. Am I clear?" The commander announced.
"Sir yes sir!" The operatives responded.
"Oscar mike!" The commander responded and the operatives filled the trucks and jeeps heading straight to the naval base.
The moon shone brightly as hundreds of CBRN soldiers arrived on the scene. The medical teams started their quarantine and medical zones while combat engineers quickly unpacked supplies to construct the decontamination units along with scanning stations. Snyder was assigned with pre-containment procedures or the 'scouts' which meant he had a Geiger counter in his hand and a belt equipped with markers, spray paint, tape, a watch and a flashlight. Hundreds of men were assigned to the task and they divided the men by the number of buildings they had to cover which meant roughly thirty men per major building. Snyder was assigned to the main command building along with twenty-nine other people (about ten people per floor). Arriving on the scene, Snyder and the ten other people jumped off the GMC CCKW and walked over to the command hub where the commander was positioned. He and another Azur Lane ship-girl, HMS Hood, were coordinating the effort.
"All right boys you made it, head over to the main gate where Lieutenant Hawkings will brief you,"
"Understood sir!" Snyder said along with the other ten soldiers. Following orders, they walked to the main entrance of the base where the gate lay, and the fighter crashed. A tent was constructed with a decontamination unit attached to it. Upon entering, there stood Lieutenant Hawkings along with two other men in hazmat suits.
"Ok boys, you are the first wave, your job is to clear the first floor, forget the second floor as you will not have enough time. The first floor is made up of three separate areas of the building: left, center and right wings. You are only allowed a maximum of five minutes inside the radiation zone. Each of you has a watch, make sure to set a timer! This will be the most important five minutes of your life. Do your jobs and get out safely," the Lieutenant said.
"Why five minutes?" A soldier asked.
"It's our best guess at how safe you will be,"
"At least I wrote my will," the soldier responded.
"Godspeed," the Lieutenant said. He then looked down at his watch and when it hit a new whole minute, he gave the order: "GO GO GO!"
The first wave and Snyder charged forward, the ticking noise of the Geiger counter exploded as Snyder and others aimed it at the downed aircraft.
"Holy shit,"
"Don't stand there for too long!" Snyder shouted out. He grabbed the can of spray paint and marked an X on it. Seconds later, Snyder and the other soldiers rushed forwards into the main complex.
"Ok guys, check every door, leave no one behind!" A soldier said. Upon entering the building, Snyder noted it very odd that all the lights were on, but the atmosphere was as if the building were a haunted house. The soldiers in scary hazmat suits with the constant ticking of the Geiger counter only added to the creepiness. The shouts of "NEST Team on-site, please evacuate!" filled the floor. Snyder and the other ten soldiers went straight to the first door they saw in the center. Snyder and the soldiers walked to the door and pointed their instruments at it. Ticking intensified but not as loud and frequent as the fighter jet. Snyder gave a nod to the other soldiers before opening it. The door flung open and the soldiers discovered it was the dining room. The light was still on, food was on the table and something was still in the oven! Snyder and the soldiers split up and quickly scanned the area. The ten soldiers all occupied space and used their Geiger counters to scan the area. Snyder took his space at a corner where he pointed his Geiger counter at the walls, floor, chairs, tables and even food. Snyder breathed more and more deeply as each second passed by. As the needle swung to the far end and the dreaded ticking noise sounded, Snyder bricked himself every time. By the end of the five minutes, he felt his heart was going to physically beat out of his chest, and he was going to collapse due to the weight of the fear and adrenaline.
"This side is clear!"
"Same here!"
"Done here!"
"Over here!" A soldier shouted. Snyder looked at the soldier and saw he drew an X at a table.
"Three minutes left! Proceed to the Left-Wing!" Someone said and the group quickly left the dining room before taping the door indicating a radioactive source. The scouts quickly and methodically swept the left-wing, with shouts of "CBRN Unit here, please evacuate!" but no one returned the call. They stacked up on another door before opening it. The soldiers discovered that the left-wing was the leisure wing. It was mainly a giant lounge space filled with couches, seats, a small kitchen and a small bar. Like before, the ten soldiers divided the room into sectors. Snyder scanned the couches, seats and tables in the center of the room. He hovered his scanner and surprisingly and reassuringly, there were no traces of radiation in the room.
"Room is clear! Let's move on!" Snyder said.
"Only two minutes left! We got to hustle!" A soldier said. The soldiers hurriedly exited the room and ran to their best ability to the right-wing. When approaching the right-wing, they heard banging echoing through the building.
"Are you hearing that?"
"Shut up," Snyder said, cutting him off. Three short bangs followed by three long bangs and then a repeat of three short bangs.
"That's an SOS signal!"
"Where is it coming from?"
"There," a soldier pointed to the door located in the right-wing. "The infirmary…" he said, eerily. The feeling of uneasiness swept through the soldiers, suppressing what little courage they had left to muster. Snyder was actively shivering but the weight of the hazmat suit along with the oxygen tank masked it.
"Guys, we got a job to do, we have ninety seconds. Let's go our jobs," Snyder said, hoping to drum up the last feelings of patriotism.
"Snyder's right, it's up to us to get it done," a soldier said. The soldiers then reluctantly piled on the door before trying to open it. Snyder reached for the door handle and twisted it in one fast motion, but it was locked from the other side…
"CBRN response, open up! We're here to evacuate you!" Snyder shouted.
"We've got medical centers outside! Please open up!" Another soldier pleaded. A minute passed before there was no answer. Snyder remained and knocked on the door again.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me through there! This is the CBRN task force. We are here to evacuate you!"
"Hello, can you hear me!" A voice replied with a slight accent.
"Yes, I can!" Snyder wearily replied.
"There are two casualties here in the infirmary, a nurse called USS Vestal and me! You need to find Commander King, USS Enterprise and HMS Belfast, located upstairs in the commander's office!"
"What about you?" Another soldier replied.
"I'm the walking nuclear bomb!" The voice replied.
"Oh shit," Snyder responded.
"I'm fine, get those three and the nurse out of here!" The door then opened, and a few soldiers rushed in. The Geiger counter spiked and crackled like crazy. A person was wearing a hazmat suit who was lying on the floor and the man who opened the door. He was severely injured judging by the bandages and the look of pain on his face when standing up.
"How are you still alive?" Snyder commented. The needle almost tipped beyond the scale when it scanned the injured man. He showed no signs of sickness.
"Long story but please get the nurse out of here!" The man said whilst pointing to the person in the hazmat suit. A soldier picked the nurse and carried her out, fireman carry style. The man then gave a small note to Snyder.
"Give this to the liquidators when you get out of here," he said. Snyder nodded and the soldiers exited. The door closed behind them and he checked his watch again and time was running out.
"Fuck it," Snyder said. He grabbed his spray paint and drew a plus sign, a sign for a casualty. Snyder ran upstairs, to search for the commander and the other two ships. Miraculously, the other soldiers followed him. The soldiers used their Geiger counters to scope out a rough idea of where they were.
"CBRN task force is on-site! Please evacuate immediately!" Soldiers cried out.
"We have containment procedures! It's ok, come out!" Snyder said.
"Over here!" Someone shouted. The soldiers turned their attention towards the soldier in question. He had just stumbled onto the commander's office. Snyder and the others rushed in and their Geiger counters detected a presence of radiation. The room was a mess. The lights were switched off, cups littered the floor, with the liquid spilled everywhere, staining the carpet. Snacks and wrappers were sprinkled everywhere as well. What shocked the responders was the number of people. Seven girls were lying on the floor and a man in a white uniform on top of a girl, on the couch. Radiation levels pointed to the mid-sixties to the early seventies.
"Quite the party," someone joked.
"Ok, let's get these people out of here,"
"Twenty seconds! Let's move it!" Snyder said. Snyder walked up to the man in the white uniform, probably the commander, and hoisted him up and carried him out using the fireman's carry. So did the other responders. Snyder's body was pumped full of adrenaline as his timer ticked near to time expired. Carefully and also hurriedly, the first wave carried the casualties out of the building with little time to spare. Snyder was one of the first out of the building and as he approached the decontamination tent. He carefully maneuvered his way past the crashed aircraft and the giant pile of rubble it left behind. The drapes of the tent opened, and a medical team appeared with a gurney. The medical team gestured for Snyder to place the casualty on the gurney and he did.
"Good work soldier! Hit the showers!" The Lieutenant barked. Snyder turned around and saw all of the soldiers out of the building. The last soldier (who did not carry a casualty) walked past the debris churned up by the aircraft and as he stepped forward, he caught his foot on a loose piece of debris and tripped forward, and fell face into the ground, next to the aircraft.
"AHHHHHHH!" The soldier cried out and looked forwards and Snyder's heart stopped beating. The left eye lens was smashed, and a part of the gas mask was slashed by some of the rubble.
"Oh fuck," someone said. Snyder rushed out of the tent and ran towards the downed soldier.
"Don't worry bro, you're going to be ok," Snyder said, trying to comfort him. "Can you still see with your eye?"
"Yes," he said while sobbing. Snyder then lifted the injured soldier with his remaining strength.
"What the fuck are you doing! Get back here now!" The lieutenant shouted. Snyder ran forwards carrying the man with the equipment which weighed well over a hundred kilograms. Other soldiers and medical personnel rushed forwards supporting Snyder and as a collective, they reached the tent right on time.
"Thank you, Snyder," the injured soldier said.
"We are all brothers and sisters here," Snyder responded.
"Oh no Snyder, your boot!" a soldier said. Snyder felt his heart sank and he started hyperventilating. He looked down and discovered that something managed to pierce his boot and there was a clear hole. He was contaminated in the most irradiated area.
"Oh fuck,"
"You are done solider, proceed to the casualty tent and await further instructions."
Sgt. Natalie Marshall
10th Independent NEST Support Unit, "10th Liquidators". CBRN Task Force.
[REDACTED] – 02:10 [REDACTED]
[REDACTED]
Operation [REDACTED]: Contain the incident at the Azur Lane Base.
Natalie Marshall sat in the military truck as it approached the Azur Lane base. She and the other support members or more commonly known as the "liquidators" had just been briefed on the situation. Their job was to scrub the command building with only five minutes to limit exposure. It was an upheaval task but if their time was up, more liquidators would enter. Marshall gripped her mop tightly. She had special soap which was made out of a special chemical solution that acted as a sticking agent, binding the radioactive particles into one place so it wouldn't move. Marshall wore a double-layer rubber hazmat suit, unlike the quick response force which only had one layer. Additionally, she also wore the lead apron. Before Marshall equipped herself with the protective suit, she left her light autumn red hair alone as she found it extremely uncomfortable if it was tied in a bun. Moreover, it was short enough to not interfere with the regulations. Nevertheless, she ensured that her shoulder-length hair did not interfere with the protective equipment. The "Jimmy" (GMC CCKW) suddenly came to a stop and the olive-green drapes were flung across by a person in a hazmat suit. The tall woman along with the others jumped off the carriage.
"The Liquidators?" The man asked.
"Yes, that's us," Marshall's natural authoritative yet pleasing voice answered.
"Ok, meet the Commander in charge. He will brief you. The mobile spray unit is also there," the man replied while he pointed to the tent that housed the commander.
"Understood," Marshall said.
"Man, I couldn't be a liquidator, I'm too much of a coward. How do you do it?"
"Honestly, I couldn't tell you myself, haha," Marshall joked.
As she and the other liquidators approached the tent, someone shouted: "Hey! You there! The Liquidator!" The others simply walked past, thinking it was the media or some crazy person, but Marshall stopped. She turned around and saw a man in a medical suit.
"Sarge, you going to talk to that man?"
"Give me a second, would you?" Marshall said to the others.
"Ok." A liquidator replied and Marshall followed the medic to the tent. Upon arriving at the medical tent, she saw a man lying down on a medical bed. His face was flushed, and he generally looked uncomfortable. On the floor next to the bed was a quickly stripped hazmat suit.
"Poor bastard," she quietly said.
"This is for you," the medic said. The medic handed Marshall a note. She opened the envelope and her eyes widened. Quickly arriving at the tent, Marshall and the others stood in front of the Lieutenant. He started the briefing shortly after.
"All right, the scouts reported that radiation levels are concentrated in the infirmary, commander's office, the dining hall and some of the guest rooms. However, the source of the radiation is the crashed aircraft and a patient inside the infirmary. However, you along with the other liquidators will need to scrub the entire building. We need to get this base up and running as fast as possible. The mobile unit will have enough spray to hose down the entire building so do not be afraid to overdo it. After five minutes have passed, another liquidation team will enter the building. It will be your choice to further expose yourself or to exit. All I am asking is for you to stay in for five minutes. Do your jobs properly and serve the Eagle Union,"
"Sir yes sir!" The ten liquidators replied. Marshall used her soap and rubbed it against the tip of her mop. The other liquidators copied Marshall. She and the others then performed a last-minute check. Lastly, the liquidators stepped forward to the exit, which led them directly to the facility's main entrance.
"Godspeed. GO GO GO!"
Marshall placed her mop on top of the mobile spray unit. She and three other liquidators pushed the mobile spray unit forward. The MSU was a large box that housed a tank that contained a liquid solution of the soap. Furthermore, it had four hoses that were attached to it. Lastly, it was mobile as it had wheels, but it was still very taxing to push around.
"MSU in position! Man the hoses!" Marshall ordered. She along with three other responders grabbed a hose. Marshall aimed the hose at the crashed fighter, and she adjusted the valve which sprayed out the light blue solution. They concentrated their fire onto the aircraft for better efficiency.
"That's enough spray, Sarge!" Someone shouted out.
"Ok use your mops to clean it up!" Marshall ordered. "We're moving to the dining room!"
"Roger!" Someone said. Two liquidators moved to the aircraft and began to mop it while Marshall along with the three other liquidators pushed the mobile spray forward. It crashed through the doors and once in the dining hall, they moved it to the center of the room and adjusted the valves and they began to methodically spray the entire room. Each liquidator would spray a corner and the liquidator could simply adjust another valve to control the distance and velocity. A few moments later, more liquidators entered the room and began to scrub the radioactive hotspots.
"All right, it's clean! Let's scrub the hallways and leave the rest of the work to the other teams!" A liquidator said. The spray unit was pushed to the corridors and it showered the area. The ceiling, walls and floors were all doused with the ice-cool blue solution. Marshall felt the weight of the hose and the solution passing through it. It was very cumbersome, coupled with pushing the spray unit around quickly exhausted her out. But she continued due to her unnaturally high willpower and determination. As Marshall focused on her job, she failed to hear the timer go off. She was then shaken by reality when a liquidator shook her shoulder.
"Sarge!"
"Yeah, I buzzed out,"
"Time's up! Let's go!"
"I'll stay, I still got a job to do," she lied. "Go, it's fine!"
"Thank you," the liquidator said before he gave a salute. The nine liquidators then departed, leaving Marshall alone.
Marshall dragged the spray unit to the entrance of the infirmary. She ran up to the door and knocked three times.
"I got that note from the scout you gave it to," She said. The door suddenly opened and revealed a man who was in a hospital gown with large amounts of medical gauze wrapped around him.
"You have ten minutes before the next crew arrive," the man spoke with a slight European accent. She thought he was from the Iron-Blood.
"How do you know?"
"That's beside the point. We need to get this base operational ASAP. That means permanently removing the radioactive dust particles,"
"The best we can do is to keep the particles in one place, we don't know to,"
"Well," the man interrupted. "I think we can overcome that,"
"How?"
"Your colleagues that came in first used a Geiger counter on me and it read me like was a walking nuclear power plant. Use that Geiger counter you have on that spray," the man said. Marshall pushed the spray unit into the infirmary and measured the man. Nothing.
"How?" Marshall was bewildered. The man then limped to his bed and ripped open the cover. Marshall's eyes widened as she saw a wisdom cube, But, instead of the traditional mystical blue, it was more of a swamp-green colour. Unlike the wisdom cube which gave a sense of relief, this new green cube irradiated this evilness and uneasiness. Marshall then used the Geiger counter on the green cube and the ticking sound quite literally exploded. "Is that?"
"I don't know. But I think you get the gist," the man spoke. Marshall now understood what needed to be done. The wisdom cubes had the ability to absorb radiation and permanently remove the radioactive particles and dust from the base. However, her life span would most probably be halved, carrying one or two cubes of pure radiation.
"Where do I find more wisdom cubes?"
"I found this one here. The nurse said that they store all the wisdom cubes in the lab downstairs, it hasn't been scouted yet but here, take this key,"
"And how do I use these wisdom cubes?"
"I don't know but I just held it in my hand. It shakes and then gets really hot, drop it when it does,"
"What do I do after the cube absorbed the radiation?"
"Drop it on the floor and run away from it, I'll pick up the cubes and find a way to dispose of them. Please do not mention this to your superiors. That could cause more problems for me,"
"Of course… and thanks," Marshall said. "Natalie Marshall," she said. She then extended her arm to the man for a handshake.
"Jack. Jack van Persie," the man said.
"And who are you?"
"Long story,"
The heavy door that led to the research department opened. She toggled her flashlight and saw that it was a large facility. The dark metallic floor, walls and ceilings along with the specialized equipment reinforced the atmosphere of the lab. Cold, dark and high-tech. After stumbling around, she discovered a giant vault that stood in a corner. She grabbed the circular look and turned it towards the left. A large clank was heard, and she pulled the door open. There revealed a giant vault space, filled with shelves, and only three wisdom cubes.
"This base must be broke," she commented. She grabbed a wisdom cube, and suddenly, she felt a great amount of energy violently vibrating in her hand. Suddenly, it started to boil, severely thrashing her hand. Out of reflex, she dropped it and the ensuing noise echoed throughout the vault. She looked down and saw the green cube on the floor, pulsating with green strings of radiation. She kicked it away, into the interior of the vault and she picked up another cube but this time, there was no sensation. Using deductive reasoning, all of the radiation must've been absorbed. She closed the vault door and locked the lab with the key. Several minutes had passed. Marshall informed van Persie about the last 'death' cube in the vault. She was now appearing to look busy, spraying the corridor.
Meanwhile outside, the other liquidators in her team informed the lieutenant about her decision to stay. They headed to decontamination where they finished taking a specialized shower and now were drying off and quarantining inside a separate tent.
"Hopefully the sarge is safe," Someone broke the silence.
"Yeah, hope to god she doesn't die. I still have to ask her out on that date,"
"You horny fuck," another man said. "What makes you think she's going to say yes? Did you forget that her nickname is 'the ice queen'! Hell, I won't be surprised if she's actually from the Northern Parliament. She's hot, I'll give you that, but she'll probably knock you out with one punch if you say that to her,"
"Haha, cut your loss." Everybody in the tent erupts into laughter. The door to the tent opens and everybody suddenly stops laughing. They turn their attention to the door. It was Marshall. She just finished decontamination procedures.
"Sarge?"
"What, did I intrude on something?" Marshall replied.
"No Sarge, it's good to see you,"
"Come on bro, it's your chance!" Someone said.
"Fuck off,"
"Did I miss something?" Marshall questioned.
"Nothing!"
Jack van Persie
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Date: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Objective: Unknown
A day had passed since van Persie had crash-landed onto the base. His F-16 was carefully moved and placed in the new research center in the Azur Lane compound. Life had largely returned to normal and the whole incident was covered up with the excuse of it being a 'training exercise'. The personnel involved were secretly rewarded. Van Persie sat in the commander's office. He was questioned for over a day now but van Persie refused to budge. In front of him sat the commander. A short (compared to the Dutchman) and thin man. Van Persie noted that the commander was young and very concerned about his appearance. Constantly, brushing or combing his short, yet sleek gelled brown hair. Van Persie watched as the commander's hazel eyes kept eyeing him.
"Well, this interview is over. You nor Vestal will not answer any of my questions. All I've gotten from you was that you are a pilot, and you were an exchange officer, whatever that means. No nationality, no nothing. Since I can't charge you with crimes, you'll just have to remain under supervision here," the commander said.
"Krijg de kanker"
"Did you just say something?"
"What are you talking about,"
"I swear you just did,"
"Do you want to rewind the tapes?" Van Persie smugly said. The commander tensed up. Van Persie saw the look of 'I am going to kill you tonight' on the commander's face and van Persie couldn't stop smiling.
"Belfast!"
The door opened and a maid appeared. "Yes, master?"
"Take our 'guest' to his quarters,"
"Of course, master," the maid said. She then forcefully grabbed van Persie by the arm, almost flinging him out of the chair. Belfast and van Persie then walked to the door and she opened it.
"Klerelijer," van Persie muttered before the door closed.
Van Persie was then thrown into his guest room, a dainty basement room used for storage in the Royal Navy's quarters, a separate building. It wasn't a cubical prison cell, yet it wasn't a large storage area. More like a cramped office space because of the stacks of boxes with items such as paper or old furniture. There was a bed that was made, placed in the corner. The toilet was in a separate room, connected to the room via a door, opposite the bed. The only light source was a depressing giant lamp on the desk which was covered in dust.
"This is your new quarters. The door will be locked 24/7 and you can only leave when Master King authorizes it. I will wake you up and deliver your breakfast, lunch and dinner at 07:00, 12:20 and 19:50 respectively. There will be a delivery consisting of fresh clothes and Miss Vestal will check up on you. Please enjoy your stay,"
"Can I at least ask one question?"
"Yes," the maid said uneasily.
"What is the date?"
"May 2, 1949."
"Oh shit."