Blinking he looked up and down the shoreline from the dock, the sand was black and the tree line looked off. Granted Kamaru had never been to a tropical island before but he definitely didn't get the vibe he thought he would, he didn't feel relaxed or at ease as an odd sound came from farther inland, he couldn't tell if it was a bird or dog maybe a cat. Plus he didn’t see the tree calmed Palm as well which he was hopping to sit under. This was the Isle of Man under the rule of Arcadia or Arcadian tribes, he wasn't totally sure since he had just recently started reading up on the area and how things worked. He was only there for a mission so the thoughts of vacation or an easy time on a mission quickly dropped out of his head. As someone came up Kamaru shouldered his duffle bag and walked up to them. After a brief introduction and shaking hands Kamaru was escorted to what he thought was possibly his office. He looked at the man that had escorted him when they explained it was his room. When he asked where the bed was the escort pointed at what Kamaru thought was a net. Kamaru wondered if something needed to be translated, he didn't want to go catch fish to sleep on. Eventually the idea got through and he didn’t think it was that complicated after a few tries to get in without the feeling of falling out causing him to flail.
He unpacked his meager possessions while he waited out the evening in his guest area, it seemed he would meet with someone from the tribe tomorrow as well as the representative from the merchants. A journalist stopped by to introduce themselves, they were actually the reason the mission was being taken on. At least what they had reported. Officially they were doing a piece on Arcadia culture and the Cultural Commerce Initiative’s dealings with the tribe on the matter. Supposedly they would like to depict the tribe and display some crafts and such depicting the local unique culture of the tribe. The journalist hadn’t bought and did some digging and had sent word of the dealing with possible ulterior motives to a tribe elder, they in turn had contacted the people who gave Kamaru the job. Find out what this initiative was really after.
Not only did the company have an odd sense of naming for their company, they seemed pretty dead set on getting their ways and in truth very shady in their practices. They had already discussed the option with the neighboring tribes and had been pushed this way because of it, wanting a larger amount of raw resources and the option to find them on their own did seem odd especially the journalist had added the neighboring tribes didn’t have arrangements for trading resources or goods, only to transport goods unchecked through their lands. Kamaru had gotten the underside of the situation between idle points of chit chat with the journalist. This initiative was here to snoop under the guise of saying they’d like to spread cultural awareness around and if allow they would probably steal rather than purchase items or resources they thought proved lucrative and syphon off resources without being seen through neighboring areas. Kamaru asked for a listing of resources from the journalist but in truth told him he’d have to check with the tribe for that. Kamaru reminded him he wanted what the other tribes had available. The journalist explained they would check to see what they could find out but they’d probably have to talk to the local tribe in truth to verify things. Kamaru agreed and found himself going to sleep swinging gently versus violently like he originally thought he would in this odd bed called a hammock. He opted to get in some rest early, he’d probably be up before the sun rose the next day.
Kamaru sat down at a table the following day, the representative from the merchant group called the Cultural Commerce Initative was all smiles and polite, they were a little taken off when the tribe representative came in scowling for a change. He nodded to Kamaru and sat down across the table from the other man. The representative seemed confused and was about to ask when Kamaru put up a hand. ”I’ll be mitigating this so I’d like all parties to remain seated as I recall the current situation so far please.” he began before going into it.
”The company known as the Cultural Commerce Initiative would like a general contract to find modest yet culturally rich products and/or items that represent of depict life in the local tribes culture.” Kamaru began getting a toothy smile and nod from the merchant representative. ”What he really needs for his company is unsupervised permission to move about and search for something not on the list of things stated. Basically that boils down to stealing. Tribe representative do you except?” Kamaru added causing the representatives to both get more flustered.
”This is preposterous, I understand this man is an outsider and is supposed to bridge a cultural gap but he’s widening it and burning any relations we’ve already developed, if you’d just l-“ the merchant representative began causing the tribal rep to stand as well.
”I am done listening to your lies, he speaks in not deception but truth. We have found out of your wicked dealings, the offers you tried to give to the neighboring tribes were not only higher but you only used it to get permission to move through their lands unhindered and unchecked when they flat out refused to let you do the same in their lands.” the man spat back causing the man standing to nervously look at the door.
”They aren’t going to come. You’re security detail if you were looking for them. You spies in the area were taken out last night as well. They won’t be reporting anymore what they were looking for, as a courtesy they would have reported not finding ‘it’ yet.” Kamaru stated calmly putting the pads of his fingers together between his left and right hand, ”Why don’t you tell us what ‘it’ is?”
On the Isle of Man another organization calling themselves the United Red Insitute seemed to have gotten their hands on a special type of ore. The supply was very limited but the demand on the black market was quiet great. This company held the monopoly so it was no wonder someone was dumb enough to go snooping on how to find more of the item in question. Kamaru couldn’t get the man to explain exactly what the ore did that made it so sought after. That evening the man was found dead in his room hanging from the rafters. Kamaru figured he hadn’t said enough but it was enough to form a lead. With the job partially done Kamaru informed the tribe and went back to his hammock that night ready to leave on the first boat out in the morning.
The question still remained in his mind as he went to sleep what the ore did. As the knock came on his door Kamaru told them to enter from his hammock. The journalist came in sheepishly.
”Sorry about your story.” Kamaru offered from his hammock.
”A piece on corruption and exploitation gets a lot more attention than the original story if it had been true.” the journalist admitted before pausing as if in thought.
”So I hear tale of someone leaving a pile of unconscious people the tribe didn’t know were in their lands in plain sight with a note on what they were doing.” the journalist commented fishing for information.
”Probably just a concerned person from the tribe, out late.” Kamaru offered back not biting.
”So you didn’t have any part in it?” the journalist prodded.
”I don’t always mitigate things with words…” Kamaru commented back.
”So what was it they were looking for.” the journalist asked changing the subject.
”Something they didn’t find. It’s still a mystery” Kamaru admitted being cryptic only because he didn’t know really, granted if he knew he probably wouldn’t have said.
Kamaru and the journalist spent a bit more time in idle chit chat before they left. Having spent the whole conversation in his hammock Kamaru sighed after he left. He had gotten down how to get into a hammock but getting out was still pretty tricky.
He unpacked his meager possessions while he waited out the evening in his guest area, it seemed he would meet with someone from the tribe tomorrow as well as the representative from the merchants. A journalist stopped by to introduce themselves, they were actually the reason the mission was being taken on. At least what they had reported. Officially they were doing a piece on Arcadia culture and the Cultural Commerce Initiative’s dealings with the tribe on the matter. Supposedly they would like to depict the tribe and display some crafts and such depicting the local unique culture of the tribe. The journalist hadn’t bought and did some digging and had sent word of the dealing with possible ulterior motives to a tribe elder, they in turn had contacted the people who gave Kamaru the job. Find out what this initiative was really after.
Not only did the company have an odd sense of naming for their company, they seemed pretty dead set on getting their ways and in truth very shady in their practices. They had already discussed the option with the neighboring tribes and had been pushed this way because of it, wanting a larger amount of raw resources and the option to find them on their own did seem odd especially the journalist had added the neighboring tribes didn’t have arrangements for trading resources or goods, only to transport goods unchecked through their lands. Kamaru had gotten the underside of the situation between idle points of chit chat with the journalist. This initiative was here to snoop under the guise of saying they’d like to spread cultural awareness around and if allow they would probably steal rather than purchase items or resources they thought proved lucrative and syphon off resources without being seen through neighboring areas. Kamaru asked for a listing of resources from the journalist but in truth told him he’d have to check with the tribe for that. Kamaru reminded him he wanted what the other tribes had available. The journalist explained they would check to see what they could find out but they’d probably have to talk to the local tribe in truth to verify things. Kamaru agreed and found himself going to sleep swinging gently versus violently like he originally thought he would in this odd bed called a hammock. He opted to get in some rest early, he’d probably be up before the sun rose the next day.
Kamaru sat down at a table the following day, the representative from the merchant group called the Cultural Commerce Initative was all smiles and polite, they were a little taken off when the tribe representative came in scowling for a change. He nodded to Kamaru and sat down across the table from the other man. The representative seemed confused and was about to ask when Kamaru put up a hand. ”I’ll be mitigating this so I’d like all parties to remain seated as I recall the current situation so far please.” he began before going into it.
”The company known as the Cultural Commerce Initiative would like a general contract to find modest yet culturally rich products and/or items that represent of depict life in the local tribes culture.” Kamaru began getting a toothy smile and nod from the merchant representative. ”What he really needs for his company is unsupervised permission to move about and search for something not on the list of things stated. Basically that boils down to stealing. Tribe representative do you except?” Kamaru added causing the representatives to both get more flustered.
”This is preposterous, I understand this man is an outsider and is supposed to bridge a cultural gap but he’s widening it and burning any relations we’ve already developed, if you’d just l-“ the merchant representative began causing the tribal rep to stand as well.
”I am done listening to your lies, he speaks in not deception but truth. We have found out of your wicked dealings, the offers you tried to give to the neighboring tribes were not only higher but you only used it to get permission to move through their lands unhindered and unchecked when they flat out refused to let you do the same in their lands.” the man spat back causing the man standing to nervously look at the door.
”They aren’t going to come. You’re security detail if you were looking for them. You spies in the area were taken out last night as well. They won’t be reporting anymore what they were looking for, as a courtesy they would have reported not finding ‘it’ yet.” Kamaru stated calmly putting the pads of his fingers together between his left and right hand, ”Why don’t you tell us what ‘it’ is?”
On the Isle of Man another organization calling themselves the United Red Insitute seemed to have gotten their hands on a special type of ore. The supply was very limited but the demand on the black market was quiet great. This company held the monopoly so it was no wonder someone was dumb enough to go snooping on how to find more of the item in question. Kamaru couldn’t get the man to explain exactly what the ore did that made it so sought after. That evening the man was found dead in his room hanging from the rafters. Kamaru figured he hadn’t said enough but it was enough to form a lead. With the job partially done Kamaru informed the tribe and went back to his hammock that night ready to leave on the first boat out in the morning.
The question still remained in his mind as he went to sleep what the ore did. As the knock came on his door Kamaru told them to enter from his hammock. The journalist came in sheepishly.
”Sorry about your story.” Kamaru offered from his hammock.
”A piece on corruption and exploitation gets a lot more attention than the original story if it had been true.” the journalist admitted before pausing as if in thought.
”So I hear tale of someone leaving a pile of unconscious people the tribe didn’t know were in their lands in plain sight with a note on what they were doing.” the journalist commented fishing for information.
”Probably just a concerned person from the tribe, out late.” Kamaru offered back not biting.
”So you didn’t have any part in it?” the journalist prodded.
”I don’t always mitigate things with words…” Kamaru commented back.
”So what was it they were looking for.” the journalist asked changing the subject.
”Something they didn’t find. It’s still a mystery” Kamaru admitted being cryptic only because he didn’t know really, granted if he knew he probably wouldn’t have said.
Kamaru and the journalist spent a bit more time in idle chit chat before they left. Having spent the whole conversation in his hammock Kamaru sighed after he left. He had gotten down how to get into a hammock but getting out was still pretty tricky.