Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Karel Delamarcis - Human trafficker and slave market mogul
Rafael 'Daz Bones' - Contractor, Leader of the "Hell's First Dates" mercenary contingency
Mikoto Mishida - Journalist
Natalie-Amelia Smith - Missing Photographer, Slave #0109
Joanna Lark - Slave, #0093
Kim Hyung So - Slave, #0042
Melissa Ashford - Slave, #0056
Rebecca Moore - Slave, #0087
Trees uprooted and mud in almost every path, the ground was rocky and the route seemingly unsafe. Was this really the reason why the driver had stopped? En route the appearances of trees toppled left and right did present the reality of the conditions at Roanpur. A small Caribbean island, it had long served as a trading post for the English during the Imperial Age, now left mostly inhabited by natives and workers in the docks and naval yards. World powers scrambled frantically to try and save the little Island's failing infrastructure, in hopes of re-establishing the freight train routes. The only island close enough to the USA, able to circumnavigate through the pacific did present a security insurance otherwise unavailable sailing through Pirate-infested waters near the horn of Africa.
Lately, the Gorge, typically undisturbed by both industrialism and it's natives remained that way, mostly. However, under the cover of night...an illegal business had sprung up almost overnight. Taking advantage of loose laws pertaining to shipping and handling, human traffickers had stationed themselves in the valley, hidden under thick canopies. With the Hurricane having passed, ships containing human cargo could be easily lost to ships returning back to their home countries having delivered aid, a perfect cover under the guise of humanitarianism.
Almost 30 girls in all, collared and marked, were forced from trucks earlier and forced into 'Camp Smiles' , a hell on earth. Stored within small prisons against the mountain, various implements, from crosses, stockades and even wooden horses were set up just outside and inside. The complex had a long building, outside it were stakes driven into the ground to hold prisoners and torture them. Armed guards, holding Kalashnikovs would patrol regularly, getting their fill from the helpless flesh that were confined in the Camp.
From a distance, however, almost a kilometer away from the rest area, a solitary figure stumbled towards Jessica's way. Creamy Peach-colored skin exposed, slightly darkened by mud or dirt as the figure, with a weakened gait that gave away starvation. A heavy metal collar was affixed to her neck, a dazed look over her glazed amber-brown eyes. No journalist could possibly miss that: Natalie-Amelia Smith, 20 years old. She was a Journalist student who had went over with an organization that vowed to show the truth about Darfur. She was supposedly taken away by the Janjaweed insurgents in a UN hospital at a village just a few months ago, held at ransom only to vanish entirely from the face of the map in as little as 3 days. As she stumbled and fell to the ground panting, one could only wonder: what would a kidnap victim taken from Africa end up here, halfway across the world?
Rafael 'Daz Bones' - Contractor, Leader of the "Hell's First Dates" mercenary contingency
Mikoto Mishida - Journalist
Natalie-Amelia Smith - Missing Photographer, Slave #0109
Joanna Lark - Slave, #0093
Kim Hyung So - Slave, #0042
Melissa Ashford - Slave, #0056
Rebecca Moore - Slave, #0087
Trees uprooted and mud in almost every path, the ground was rocky and the route seemingly unsafe. Was this really the reason why the driver had stopped? En route the appearances of trees toppled left and right did present the reality of the conditions at Roanpur. A small Caribbean island, it had long served as a trading post for the English during the Imperial Age, now left mostly inhabited by natives and workers in the docks and naval yards. World powers scrambled frantically to try and save the little Island's failing infrastructure, in hopes of re-establishing the freight train routes. The only island close enough to the USA, able to circumnavigate through the pacific did present a security insurance otherwise unavailable sailing through Pirate-infested waters near the horn of Africa.
Lately, the Gorge, typically undisturbed by both industrialism and it's natives remained that way, mostly. However, under the cover of night...an illegal business had sprung up almost overnight. Taking advantage of loose laws pertaining to shipping and handling, human traffickers had stationed themselves in the valley, hidden under thick canopies. With the Hurricane having passed, ships containing human cargo could be easily lost to ships returning back to their home countries having delivered aid, a perfect cover under the guise of humanitarianism.
Almost 30 girls in all, collared and marked, were forced from trucks earlier and forced into 'Camp Smiles' , a hell on earth. Stored within small prisons against the mountain, various implements, from crosses, stockades and even wooden horses were set up just outside and inside. The complex had a long building, outside it were stakes driven into the ground to hold prisoners and torture them. Armed guards, holding Kalashnikovs would patrol regularly, getting their fill from the helpless flesh that were confined in the Camp.
From a distance, however, almost a kilometer away from the rest area, a solitary figure stumbled towards Jessica's way. Creamy Peach-colored skin exposed, slightly darkened by mud or dirt as the figure, with a weakened gait that gave away starvation. A heavy metal collar was affixed to her neck, a dazed look over her glazed amber-brown eyes. No journalist could possibly miss that: Natalie-Amelia Smith, 20 years old. She was a Journalist student who had went over with an organization that vowed to show the truth about Darfur. She was supposedly taken away by the Janjaweed insurgents in a UN hospital at a village just a few months ago, held at ransom only to vanish entirely from the face of the map in as little as 3 days. As she stumbled and fell to the ground panting, one could only wonder: what would a kidnap victim taken from Africa end up here, halfway across the world?
