12-12-2024, 09:38 PM
Tuesday, 6:33AM.
Dual Republic, Unknown Island, Private Lackmann Yacht
"God, it is way too early and cold to be out." said a obviously unnerved Theodora Lackmann.
Her aides, servants and whatever else kind of second class people were trying to comfort the President while she was looking through her bionoculars to identify what she was looking for.
A former navy-elite scout stood at attention before the president.
"President! We can confirm that it indeed is the long lost island."
Lackmann chuckled. "finally." She threw her binoculars somewhere near her servants so that they would put it somewhere, but who cares?
"Something bothers me though. We live in an age of satellites, drones and unlimited information but we took this long to find this forsaken piece of land?"
The Scout slightly shrugged.
"In any case. Ms. President, do you want us to send a vanguard to see if it is safe?"
The President declined being confident that whatever made everyone forget about the island was long dead anyways.
A few hours later, Lackmann and her rather large personal presidential guard of 150 elite soldiers landed on the island.
"Mhm. Well I kind off understand, the air here is different- Wow! Look a flak tower!"
Like a small child Lackmann took off toward the remnants of some old security installations.
The soldiers not sure if they should try stopping her followed suit.
Before reaching the tower that caught the attention of the president the group was met by the entrance into an old Bunker system.
"In we go haha!" yelled the oddly amused President.
After having a cough-attack due to dusty surroundings they just entered they continued along the still slighty illuminated path in the bunker. The walls were full of dundorfian signage in old no longer used fonts.
Two hours later they finally reach the end or at least the end of this part of the system. It was a rather decadent looking entrance for a security installation. "THIS IS IT. FINALLY."
Her military escort breached the locked door and opened the view into a Castle or fortress of some sort. Decorated with paintings of her long lost ancestors. "My... at least they had style.. a little bit too traditional for me though puh." mumbled Lackmann.
Continuing through the metaphysical 4000s the president was led to what looked like former master bedroom including a medium sized vault. The vault door was still sealed. "Well without its electronical components it cant be that tightly locked right?" The Soldiers were confused about the presidents remarks but paid them no further attention, she was always mumbling random shit. "Wait! Ah I think I remember the code, my parents always said it to me before going to bed, I think it orally tradeted through the generations, ach, how romantic." Using just mentioned code, she opened the vault to find an old crown.
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"Yes! This is it. Time to rip this shitty paper up and rule like a... Queen." The soldiers unknowningly witnessing history were surprised at what Lackmann was planning, but did not care, they received enormous paychecks after all. "Harald!" Her aide sprinted towards her and awaited furher instructions. "Please call the Thallers, I think I have to talk to my family, they'll be thrilled."
Dual Republic, Unknown Island, Private Lackmann Yacht
"God, it is way too early and cold to be out." said a obviously unnerved Theodora Lackmann.
Her aides, servants and whatever else kind of second class people were trying to comfort the President while she was looking through her bionoculars to identify what she was looking for.
A former navy-elite scout stood at attention before the president.
"President! We can confirm that it indeed is the long lost island."
Lackmann chuckled. "finally." She threw her binoculars somewhere near her servants so that they would put it somewhere, but who cares?
"Something bothers me though. We live in an age of satellites, drones and unlimited information but we took this long to find this forsaken piece of land?"
The Scout slightly shrugged.
"In any case. Ms. President, do you want us to send a vanguard to see if it is safe?"
The President declined being confident that whatever made everyone forget about the island was long dead anyways.
A few hours later, Lackmann and her rather large personal presidential guard of 150 elite soldiers landed on the island.
"Mhm. Well I kind off understand, the air here is different- Wow! Look a flak tower!"
Like a small child Lackmann took off toward the remnants of some old security installations.
The soldiers not sure if they should try stopping her followed suit.
Before reaching the tower that caught the attention of the president the group was met by the entrance into an old Bunker system.
"In we go haha!" yelled the oddly amused President.
After having a cough-attack due to dusty surroundings they just entered they continued along the still slighty illuminated path in the bunker. The walls were full of dundorfian signage in old no longer used fonts.
Two hours later they finally reach the end or at least the end of this part of the system. It was a rather decadent looking entrance for a security installation. "THIS IS IT. FINALLY."
Her military escort breached the locked door and opened the view into a Castle or fortress of some sort. Decorated with paintings of her long lost ancestors. "My... at least they had style.. a little bit too traditional for me though puh." mumbled Lackmann.
Continuing through the metaphysical 4000s the president was led to what looked like former master bedroom including a medium sized vault. The vault door was still sealed. "Well without its electronical components it cant be that tightly locked right?" The Soldiers were confused about the presidents remarks but paid them no further attention, she was always mumbling random shit. "Wait! Ah I think I remember the code, my parents always said it to me before going to bed, I think it orally tradeted through the generations, ach, how romantic." Using just mentioned code, she opened the vault to find an old crown.
"Yes! This is it. Time to rip this shitty paper up and rule like a... Queen." The soldiers unknowningly witnessing history were surprised at what Lackmann was planning, but did not care, they received enormous paychecks after all. "Harald!" Her aide sprinted towards her and awaited furher instructions. "Please call the Thallers, I think I have to talk to my family, they'll be thrilled."