NikolaiSaarukov
Apr 27, 2004, 08:18 PM
(What follows first is based on history, and furthermore, what occured in Civilization 3 before it becomes pure fiction on a more individual level)
Long Parliament had defied Charles I, and he had responded. Preparing a speech about the traitors who hath betrayed England, he marched to Westminister to arrest John Pym, the leader of the ignorant politicians, and four of his most powerful friends.
When he arrived, they were gone. They fled to London, and when London refused to hand them over, war began. The Royalists under Charles I lost to the New Model Army eventually to be commanded by Oliver Cromwell. Pym died during the Civil War, and remained a forgotten hero. His family, on the opposite side of the primary city of the Royalists, were forced to change their name to Pimm. Charles II took over at the request of Parliament years later instead of Cromwell's son. The Monarchy returned...
Now, it is 32 years later, and Elizabeth has taken over the Crown. England is the most advanced and powerful nation, yet is a tiny island nation with Ireland to the south, and a worthless colony only used for naval organization to the north. The massive nations of Rome, an island state, and Canada join the smaller nations of the USA, Russia, Germany, France, and Yucatan on the mainland. An archipelago of islands colonized by all countries is in the southeast...
"The oil supply is gone, Your Majesty."
"Curse Pym. He gave all the oil to friendly merchants, not knowing we need it for our military," Elizabeth muttered darkly. Pacing the throne room, she looked at the military report. The oil retained were enough to create enough transports for 12,000 soldiers, and 35 battleships. No tanks. No aircraft.
In a grim manner, she ordered the messenger, "Send word to Sir General Arthur Wellesley- prepare a force of 25,000 marine infantry, and ready another 50,000. We are going to invade the Aztec lands of Yucatan. There was a 'spy' in our lands, if you understand?"
Of course, the true mission was Aztec oil, a dangerous issue among the industrial nations. Elizabeth's zealous nature was either to condemn her to death, or leave her the greatest leader in history.
Around him, Alexander Pimm could see nothing but furious sea. The East English Ocean, it was called by English scholars. It was said the rest of the world called it the Pacific Ocean, but what do they know? Pimm laughed. The world was weird. Politicians are weird.
Lieutenant Alexander Pimm, British Marine Infantry 7th Regiment 3rd Division was 24 years old. He, and along with all of the invasionary force cutting through the angry seas, was inexperienced, and about to land on the Pacific Coast of Yucatan.
Pimm detested war, but he had heard about the Aztec spy, and the country was ready to fight them. There was a story about a mainland conspiracy, but it was hard to believe...
Grimacing, he thought of why he came. For Mother England, for his country. He was a nationalist, and his country came first.
Eagerly, Joan d'Arc and Abraham Lincoln grinned at each other. Everyone hated the Aztecs. The two leaders had jumped at the chance to join the war.
"Your Majesty, Esteemed Saint, and Honoured President, we have news regarding the Iroquois!" A bumbling messenger entered.
"And you are?" Elizabeth inquired. "Corporal Alan Janney, Wartime Messenger," came the reply. Lincoln chuckled at the shaking man. "You have interuppted our meeting. You will be demoted to serving Reeve Patrick G. O'Connell in Dublin. Dismissed."
Pale faced, the messenger left to serve in Ireland.
Long Parliament had defied Charles I, and he had responded. Preparing a speech about the traitors who hath betrayed England, he marched to Westminister to arrest John Pym, the leader of the ignorant politicians, and four of his most powerful friends.
When he arrived, they were gone. They fled to London, and when London refused to hand them over, war began. The Royalists under Charles I lost to the New Model Army eventually to be commanded by Oliver Cromwell. Pym died during the Civil War, and remained a forgotten hero. His family, on the opposite side of the primary city of the Royalists, were forced to change their name to Pimm. Charles II took over at the request of Parliament years later instead of Cromwell's son. The Monarchy returned...
Now, it is 32 years later, and Elizabeth has taken over the Crown. England is the most advanced and powerful nation, yet is a tiny island nation with Ireland to the south, and a worthless colony only used for naval organization to the north. The massive nations of Rome, an island state, and Canada join the smaller nations of the USA, Russia, Germany, France, and Yucatan on the mainland. An archipelago of islands colonized by all countries is in the southeast...
"The oil supply is gone, Your Majesty."
"Curse Pym. He gave all the oil to friendly merchants, not knowing we need it for our military," Elizabeth muttered darkly. Pacing the throne room, she looked at the military report. The oil retained were enough to create enough transports for 12,000 soldiers, and 35 battleships. No tanks. No aircraft.
In a grim manner, she ordered the messenger, "Send word to Sir General Arthur Wellesley- prepare a force of 25,000 marine infantry, and ready another 50,000. We are going to invade the Aztec lands of Yucatan. There was a 'spy' in our lands, if you understand?"
Of course, the true mission was Aztec oil, a dangerous issue among the industrial nations. Elizabeth's zealous nature was either to condemn her to death, or leave her the greatest leader in history.
Around him, Alexander Pimm could see nothing but furious sea. The East English Ocean, it was called by English scholars. It was said the rest of the world called it the Pacific Ocean, but what do they know? Pimm laughed. The world was weird. Politicians are weird.
Lieutenant Alexander Pimm, British Marine Infantry 7th Regiment 3rd Division was 24 years old. He, and along with all of the invasionary force cutting through the angry seas, was inexperienced, and about to land on the Pacific Coast of Yucatan.
Pimm detested war, but he had heard about the Aztec spy, and the country was ready to fight them. There was a story about a mainland conspiracy, but it was hard to believe...
Grimacing, he thought of why he came. For Mother England, for his country. He was a nationalist, and his country came first.
Eagerly, Joan d'Arc and Abraham Lincoln grinned at each other. Everyone hated the Aztecs. The two leaders had jumped at the chance to join the war.
"Your Majesty, Esteemed Saint, and Honoured President, we have news regarding the Iroquois!" A bumbling messenger entered.
"And you are?" Elizabeth inquired. "Corporal Alan Janney, Wartime Messenger," came the reply. Lincoln chuckled at the shaking man. "You have interuppted our meeting. You will be demoted to serving Reeve Patrick G. O'Connell in Dublin. Dismissed."
Pale faced, the messenger left to serve in Ireland.