Taijitu
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An expedition to the North Pole of Taijitu had been established by the Imperial Aristocratic Exploration Order. The following men were in the 7 person group:
Hupprecht Patrick
Radulf Karl
Ewoud Fabian
Tomas Juozapas
Mu Jiang
Georgios Lefteris
Henrik Charalampos
It was more diverse than most Myrorian expedition teams, consisting of only three native Myrorians. The rest were a mix of Baltijans, Gallipoli-Chinese, and Imperials. Given to the team was one small helicopter for their use, several barrels of beer, military rations, and heavy coats. They set up their first camp here:
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The Journal of Hupprecht Patrick, Conquesteur of the Myrorian Expedition to the Northern Pole of Taijitu
Day 1, North of Durnia
The IAEO helicopter provided to us arrived today, along with its pilot, a man from King Rat named Henrik Charalampos. My team plans to set out tomorrow northeastward until we reach the Prime Meridian, 900 degrees longitude north. Though my team isn't the first team to reach the North Pole, we are the first Myrorian team to be sent there. I am sure we will be welcomed as heroes once we return. My men are a varied and rugged sort, coming everywhere from Baltija to Gallipoli-China. Georgios, the Gallipoli-Chinese man, is a great navigator and learned man; I have the utmost belief in his abilities. Tomas, the Baltijan, is as fearless and disiplined as any, I am sure he will be a valuable asset in our journey. My assistant, Radulf, has heard the rumours of terrible creatures in the north; huge worms nearly a third of a kilometre long and the sort. I am sure this is just hearsay and rumor; even in the lava vents far out off the northern coast of our continent, the worms rarely reach more than 50 meters long. I hope God will stat with us throughout our journey, and I wish to return home to my wife safely.
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The Journal of Hupprecht Patrick, Conquesteur of the Myrorian Expedition to the Northern Pole of Taijitu
Day 5, West of the Central Sea
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We found our first sign of leaving the jungle today by seeing a bare tree, finally. Even so, however, there are still few trees to be seen around these area, leading me to believe we are nearing desert. Georgios saw mountains across the desert with his telescope today also, so that could be a hinder in our progress to the Northern Pole.
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The Journal of Hupprecht Patrick, Conquesteur of the Myrorian Expedition to the Northern Pole of Taijitu
Day 27, North of the Central Sea
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My map given to me by the IASA could not prepare my crew for the immense desert we flew over in our helicopter the past days. Searing heat during the day, blinding cold at night...Luckily we reached the edge of mountains yesterday, and right now our helicopter is on a cliff about halfway up the range. We found a pass through the tall part of the range, and we plan to fly our helicopter through that to spare us from the climb up them. Right now I can compare the temperatures to northern Myroria, but it is still too hot for our jackets. By my next entry I hope to be in the area north of these mountains, where we will be even closer to our goal of reaching the North Pole.
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The Journal of Hupprecht Patrick, Conquesteur of the Myrorian Expedition to the Northern Pole of Taijitu
Day 33, North of the Meditaijituan Mountains
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We're finally out of the worst part of the mountains; we're now in the foothills. I've affectionately dubbed the mountains we crossed the "Meditaijituan Mountains" because of their central location on this planet. I doubt that's correct Latin, but who's gonna notice?
Ewoud spotted a mount of dirt and some soft ground earlier today; he was quick to blame it on the giant ice worms, but I'm sure it was just some insects or something.
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There was no moon out and the area was dark. Fre'zhi brought their Pai'hulu to the lower highlands for it's comfort.
A Fre'zhi by the name of Hao'da zhou. looked up in the high lands and saw a fire with tents all around the fire and a helicopter. Though this one was a larger helicopter. Larger than any Ozian commercial helicopter. He and his 2 sons, 1 daughter, and 1 daughter in law were with him, his wife decided to stay within Ozian borders considering the war and all.
"Zhe'ta zhou, pai'hulu shi'sol, a'su oni'is cha'sol. e've ba'is ev'is lae'sol (Zhe'ta zhou{his youngest son}, watch the pai'hulu, rest come with me. Bring your guns.)"
He himself had an I-19 that he bought but and his sons and daughters had IA-7s. They followed him to where he showed them to follow him. There were many rocks around the camp and they were about 100 yards away from it. The fre'zhi got out his binoculars and looked at what they were doing, they looked like they were eating and trying to get warm.
"e've fai zha cha, Pai'hulu'su'sol" (tell your brother to come here, with a pai'hulu) he whispers softly in the winter breeze. His daughter climbed down and then whe she was far enough she ran down the slope to her brother where she told him the father's command. The son put the ocra to the worms body and began to silently give it commands with it. The Pai'hulu slitthered up the slop but belowthe series of rocks to even be seen.
"xhi pa zha shi'is" (who are they father?) the son whispered.
"Zha's shi hao'hi'sol"
They nodded and jumped onto the pai'hulu's back which was below them. The son commanded it to climb up and go forward towards the camp. When they got closer and closer one of them saw their outline and then saw them perfectly.
"HOLY FUCK!" yelled one of the people at the fire, "ICE DRAGON! YOU ALL THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY!"
Inglish Speakers? he thought
the others dropped their plates of food in shock to get their shotguns.
"Fire!" The men started to shoot their guns at the Pai'hulu.
The Passengers on the Pai'hulu dropped to the other side of the pai'hulu as cover. However Hao'da zhou fired his I-19 in the air.
With the Inglish that he learned in school though he never knew why he learned it, he yelled out. "Stop shooting! It means you know harm!"
His sons and daughters got out of cover and had to calm the Pai'hulu down
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The Conquesteur, Hupprecht, calmed his men down.
"Lower your weapons. It's obviously not attacking."
He yelled across the field to where the man and his sons and daughters were.
"We come from a land far to the south of here. Our government sent us to visit the top of the world. They never told us this land was inhabited. Which lands do you belong to?"
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"a Dei, shi'is spa'sol."(I'm not of knowing, speak with them daughter) said the father
The daughter came forward, she had just graduated school, was 19 and Inglish was her best class. "Hello, We are of... (thinking of Inglish) Ozia. The Divine Oz or... Saint Oz. The Country of Saint Oz and we are Ozians. We are Fre'zhi," she pointed at the Pai'hulu, "We tame these creatures and fertilize farms. Saint Oz is a massive nation. A Great Intelligent nation. We have many achievements," she then realized something and said to her brother "Call the others back."
He played throughout the wind on his ocra and played the tune of Fre'zhi which called back all Pai'hulu. Suddenly 3 other Pai'hulu slithered across the ice and snow to the other pai'hulu where they stopped and settled. They all spiraled themselves in a nest position.
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"How many of those worms are there? Is it a rare animal?" Ewoud asked.
"Excuse my collegue's manners. We are from Myroria, a kingdom near the south pole. We aren't a large nation compared to others', but every Myrorian is proud of our achievements, like how we put a man on Selene. May I ask for directions to your capital? I believe it would be good for our team to find a country completely unknown to us, along with finding the North Pole."
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"Well, we're really far away from the Capital. Two days stride on Pai'hulu, we can show you the way if you want. We're not really going anywhere tonight and tomorrow though. As for your comrades question, these are not rare at all. Anyway, you're going to be disappointed to know Res'shev, our government, doesn't let anyone go to the North Pole during the winter months. It is too dangerous considering it is in Constant night fall and there's many blizzards and such at this time. It is at its coldest ever. Though I'm sure you could get an apartment or something, though I doubt they'll accept any of your currencies. Do you all mind if we sleep here tonight?" said the 19 year old daughter.
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"Very well. When will there be a time to go to the capital? If we cannot go to the north pole this time of year, it seems best that we at least discover something new for back home."
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"After we perform the sacred ritual for the Pai'hulu, that's tomorrow though. We have to ask Gaea for her blessings."
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"Please, go ahead. We wouldn't want to interrupt you."
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The Next Morning
The younger son started to play his Ocra, they all took off their Ushankas before they started. The two women with them started to dance the sacred dance of Gaea which they learned in school. The Fre'zhi man was in the middle and the oldest son was behind him with a knife. The father knelled down on his knees and bowed. The two women stopped dancing fluid like and then bowed. The youngest son blew softly on the ocra and played a mellow tune. The oldest son brought the blade to the father. He took the blade and put his hand at the bottom of the blade tip he then drew it across his palm and blood started to drip on the snow and ice. He then gave the blade back to the son and he put his bloody hand on the ground.
He sustained his Prayers loudly and started to recite the verses.
At the end he pulled back his hand which was red and freezing. He wrapped cloth around the left hand and the two women got up. They put on their regular clothes in the yurt and then came back outside. The family started to pack up their yurt but the Daughter stayed by the Pai'hulu and examined its teeth for any weak ones
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The Conquesteur turned to his wide-eyed men.
"Shut up," he whispered.
"We don't want to offend the person letting us stay a whole winter out in their capital."
He turned away from his men and to the Ozians that were ready to go by now.
"Ok, lead on."
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"We have room to put your stuff on our other Pai'hulu." said the daughter, "And if you'd like to hop onto the pai'hulu we can get to the capital in a matter of days or so." She was a bit confused about their faces though.
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"Yes. That's-that's fine."
"I'm getting on the back of that thing!" Ewoud whispered.
"Shut up. Do you want to walk, Ewoud?"
"No."
"Good."
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The younger Son recited the unique tunes for each of the pai'hulu and then when everyone got everything packed and got on the saddle part of the Pai'hulu. Which was painlessly pierced into the body when it reached maturity.
The saddle could carry about 20 people.
The Daughter of the Fre'zhi sat next to Hupprecht, considering she talked mainly to him. Ewoud sat next to the daughter and asked her, "What is your name?"
"Oh, I don't know how you would say it in this... Inglish, but my name is Ami'ku Tse'tuga Zhou. I guess you could call me Ami."
She turned to Hupprecht and both of them and introduced each of the members of her family, "What is all your names?"
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"Well, I'm Hupprecht Patrick. I'm leading this...excursion. That's Ewoud Fabian, he's the youngest; barely 17. Out back in Radulf Karl; he doesn't talk much. Tomas Juozapas is from Baltija, they border our home to the west. Mu and Georgios are from Gallipoli-China; they aren't too far south from here; maybe you've heard of that country. Then there's Henrik, he's from King Rat. He pilots our helicopter."
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Ami straightened her ushanka which had the Fre'zhi emblem on it.
"What's Myroria Like?"
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"It's illegal to have fun in Myroria."
"Shut up Georgios."
"Myroria has..."
"Outlawed everything."
"Shut up! Myroria is very...conservative."
"Hyper religious?"
"Conservative. People can't do a lot of things in Myroria that other people can do in their countries. People don't notice the difference though. Religion is also a part of daily life. Most of our newspapers all say God at least once per article."
"So...what's Ozia like?"
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"I do not know any Political Jargon, but It's a very free place. The Religion here is Gaeanism. A religion that notes on the basis of spirits and all memories of the spirits and the spirits themselves return to the after life. Our language is Ozian. Right now we're at war with the Moaci, a War ravaging nation that we've been at constant war and peace with for about 1000 years. Though, the Moaci are finally weakened and after these constant wars the table has been in favor of St Oz. Cities are enormous, much of the infrastructure is bought by the government and organized by the government. We don't have any control of our government though. We're a what I believe is called a meritocracy. You have to pass a series of exams in order to be in the Res'shev. Though civil rights are very high. We also have many thriving small businesses. Large scale business is looked down upon but we still have a few of them. There is a very powerful Mafia which some people suspect have a few hands in the government and also has a few hands in the wars with Moacia. As for me knowing Inglish, I'm one of the few fluent Inglish speakers in Ozia, we use it for strange reasons though. Mostly only to read your number systems and to use for websites. Inglish is taught in schools but only as more a tool than a language. I myself studied the broader language but we do not know where it comes from. We've borrowed it from many sources said many of teachers."
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"Hey, doesn't being in the Mafia get you executed in Myroria?"
"Georgios, I will knock you off this worm. Anyway, I can tell you where Inglish came from. A while back a country east of here called Inglo-Scotia had an empire and spread it's language, called Inglish, naturally, across the world. Now every nation pretty much knows how to speak it and all the diplomats and other assorted people pretty much speak it as a second language. Now Inglo-Scotia is a tiny nation where it's illegal not to worship their leader as if he was God himself. Ever read 1983 by Orgio Gerwell? It's like that."
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"I do not know the importance of the number 1,983. That's strange because many people have always assumed the government made it awhile ago so we could put language simpler on the internet for those tough jobs. Also, who is this God character? Is it your way for saying Gaea?"
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"Well...similar. God is..."
"A joke?"
"....God is the sole creator. He made everything. He knows everything, He has all power, He is perfectly good, He is everywhere. Most Myrorians believe in a God, or if you're Islamic, Allah. Allah and God are basically the same thing, only with different names. We believe that when you die you go to God's realm, the perfect and eternally joyful Heaven, or to the opposite of Heaven, Hell, where you will suffer for all eternity for your sins."
"Yes, the all loving God who condemns you for all eternity."
"Shut...up Georgios..."
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"This God you think of isn't a nice God. forcing you to praise him or you are damned? What good is in that? Anyway, Who leads your country?"
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"A guy named Peté Tar-Ilium. His wife is Fredrika Tar-Ilium; she ruled before him until she married him."
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"This society is patriarchal? In St Oz, it is illegal to overcome women like that. Though... we don't have any emperors. And speaking of marriage, I was supposed to get married last year but the man was not what he seemed," she sighed, "I hope he gets crushed in itsy bitsy pieces" she started to pounder her fist on the palm of her hand. She giggled and looked at them both her maroon eyes, "I apologize for that. I'm just the only single woman out of all my friends.
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"Yeah, in Myroria women are..."
"Slaves?"
"Georgios, you're a dirty communist. Nobody care about your opinions. Yeah. In Myroria, women aren't as...free, maybe? Well, they have all the same rights as men, but it's kind of our culture. And that's too bad about your fiancee."
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"What's a communist?"
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"Someone who follows communism; an archaic and rather corrupt system where you believe everyone should be equal and own the same amount of money. It's a good idea in theory, except it ends up some people are more equal than others.
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"Haha, it doesn't even sound good in Theory? Why should I sacrifice my hard earned wages for lazy people? Well anyway, Who do you plan on talking to when we get to the Capital?"
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"Who is your leader? Or who is representing your leader who would be willing to talk to us?"
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"Well I guess you could talk before the Res'shev. The elder elites of our country. They are then represented by the Pri'mav but essentially they're all equal...
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"Ok."
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The Journal of Hupprecht Patrick, Conquesteur of the Myrorian Expedition to the Northern Pole of Taijitu
Day 35, Ozian Capital
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An Ozian family was kind enough to give us a ride on the back of their ice-worm. I think they refered to it as a pie-hooloo, but that's probably not how its spelled. Their daughter, of maybe age 18 or 19, was the only one who could speak Inglish, so we naturally got questioned about our homes on the way there. Regardless, t'was a nice journey. I guess Ewoud was right about the ice worms.
Unfortunately, the Ozian government forbids people from travelling to the North Pole during winter; one of the critical oversights I made was in the fact that being summer in the southern hemisphere does not make it summer in the northern one. Ah well, at least we have the distinction of being the first to find this country. Tomorrow I meet with the Pree-mav, the one who represents the leaders of this land. The Ozians were kind enough to provide us with an apartment for us to stay in during the winter months. This will likely be the last journal entry I make during the winter, for nothing of interest for the scientists that will ultimately read this will likely come from a trip around this beautiful city.
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While walking in Government square she pointed up to the tower which was the general location of the Res'shev, "That's the Tower of Oz, a 700 meter high tower, I've never been at the foot of it though."
There were soldiers marching about the Government square because of the war and they were outside protecting the area. While they were walking closer and closer 3 jeeps drove to the group. The Daughter had left her family who stayed at the apartment while she showed them around government square.
In Ozian the soldiers said, "Who are these? They are not Ozian, Moaci, or of the Southern tribes."
Ami repeated back in Ozian, "These people were found near the southern border of St Oz while me and my family were performing the sacred dance of the Pai'hulu"
The soldier noticed the Fre'zhi crest on her neck.
"I see, but what are they?"
"They say they're Myrorian."
"What's a Myrorian?"
"I don't know, some nation to the far south"
"They must come with me, you also come with me, you seem to speak their language of Inglish well... We lack translators of that level in the Res'shev."
"I thank you but I have a family to get back to."
The soldier armed his I-19, "you have no choice of this matter."
She said in Inglish to the explorers, "Follow him."
They all were escorted by the Ozian soldiers to the Res'shev entrance where they were taken inside the walls of it.
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Hupprecht sat before the Res'shev.
"Guten Tag - Good day. Do you have some questions for myself and my group?"
He waited for the teenager to translate it before talking again.
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"Shi..."
Ami was interrupted by the Pri'mav, "I speak this Inglish, young one."
His voice filled the hallway, "Now tell me, Myrorian, Why have you come here? I've always wondered when you southerners were going to venture up here. You see, this nation has been isolated for many years, and I've kept it that way. There must be some gain for us? I'm sure when you go back home you'll write a book, get glory, and money. What will we get out of this? And for this we will keep you here until then."
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"My team and I here were recruited by the IAEO - the Imperial Aristocratic Exploration Order - to reach the Northern Pole of this planet. On the way, we met your citizen here and her family. Well, they informed us that your government wouldn't allow us to reach the North Pole until winter was over. See, when we left Myroria, it was summer there because we were in the Southern Hemisphere. Since this is the northern one, it's winter. Critical oversight. Now, you ask me what can you gain from this? Everything! Outside this nation, there's so much to be gained. There's people on Selene; canals longer than you would ever believe! Nations down south have access to so many resources as to make one's head spin! And this could be yours for the taking!"
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"We've done well on our own and perhaps we could because sooner or later we will have the Moaci scum in the bag. Anyway, You insult me Myrorian, You thinking we need anymore resources? I know what goes on in Myroria, regular Ozian Citizens don't know much about the outside world but with recent space explorations and the STIA, our intelligence agency sending out agents everyday to investigate these said nations, Many of them are in civil war, some have violated civil rights such as yours, greedy businessmen, Communists, and Christianity. There would be a new cultural invasion. What are we to do? Perhaps I overlook this... But that is not for me to decide. Please my fellow Res'shev, Please think about what we shall do. Trust these Myrorians and go a step foreward or rebuild a broken stone wall? You have one last say before the vote Myrorian"
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"You will not be invaded by southern culture. The Communists keep to themselves, the Christians aren't nearly as forcing as they used to be. I can assure you that Myrorians has violated no civil rights.
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The 50 members of the Res'shev had voted for Open relations with Myroria and possibly other Southern Nations.
The numbers read
31- For
12- abstain
7- Against
The Pri'mav looked angry and another member said, "We won't know until we try. Perhaps these Lowly Myor people... however you say it. have some use for us."
"Zah'fe!" (Accepted!) the pri'mav angerly yelled.
"But, You citizen... your name?"
She said shyly, "Ami'ku Tse'tuga Zhou, a've Pri'mav"
"Eli'khan'zhu E'shou tu ku"
She smiled and said, "Dao ma! Dao ma a've pri'mav!"
The Pri'mav however didn't smile, "Be gone."
The pri'mav stood up and straightened his minister hat and went down the hall for some tea.
"Good news, I'm now Ambassador to Myroria, I have a job! Papa will be so happy! I have to look after you all until you leave Myroria though, I need to be shown around there."
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"OK. When we do leave for the North Pole, which is the most practical thing to do, do you wish to come with us or stay in Saint Oz City here?"
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"Didn't you here me stupid? I said I have to go, it's my job now. I'm now ambassador to your country... I have to go to your country!"
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"Sorry. I misheard you. I doubt your pilots know the way to Saint Oz City, so we could probably make it to Starting Camp in about 8 days if we went straight by helicopter. However, we'll need to refuel it and get supplies before we go. How long would that take?"
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"Well do you have any money? (forgot to add something pretend I did this) Wait, I talked to a General while in the Res'shev, he said he'd give us supplies on the trip to Myroria."
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"Good. I suppose we can leave at dawn then."
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The team got into the Chinook helicopter provided by the IAEO for the return trip to Start Camp in Northern Durnia. With eight hours of sleep per night, the pilot could get there in two days (ignore my previous statement, I just made that up)
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The Chinook touched down at Start Camp. There he was met by the expedition logistic officer.
"Well? Did you make it? And who's this?"
"No, we didn't - not yet. This is Ami, she is an Ozian."
"Ozian?"
"A country - far, far north of here. They wouldn't allow us to go to the North Pole in winter. So we opened relations with them instead. Take us to Myroria - we'll leave in winter, where it'll be summer up north."
"...Ok. Fine. I'll tell IAEO."
The logistics officer got on the podium in front of the men gathered there and told them the news. The plane used to bring the team to the area, a medium sized jet liner, was waiting in a city in northern Durnia, so the men got into jeeps and cars and headed back there. In a matter of hours, the camp was abandoned.