A Brave New World Part 2
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Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Thanks Warman! Will send orders tonight.
Arian
No more ghostbusting!!
Orders sent.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
“Armor forward!”
A cacophany filled the air as a dozen engines rumbled into life. Smoke immediately followed and the coughs of the tank commanders subsided with the collective clang of the cupolas. One by one the tanks began moving across the wide, open terrain – once farmland but war made it such no more. A few hundred metres to the east an Italian armored column moved forward as well. The target was a small hamlet in the outskirts of Brussels.
Sergeant Earl Ruth patted the hull of the rhombus as it trekked the field bravely. The pinnacle of tank development, he thought: the Mark III had seen action back in France proper, too. This very tank punched the Socialist lines at Paris, and the Imperialist lines before that. Now, France united at long last under the brave leader Philippe Petain, now was the time to move against the damn Commie Belgians who had tried so hard to stymy the Lisist rise to power.
“Infantry! Ten o' clock!”
“Oui, commandament. Orders?”
“Load anti-personnel and change course to intercept! Thirty degrees and full speed ahead!”
The last part of Ruth's sentence was suddenly cropped by a deafening roar to his immediate right. Another Mark III had hit a mine and was now stewing. Shortly after the ammunition started cooking off and it exploded spectacularly in a ball of flame. The heat caused sweat to break out on the sergeant's face.
“Mines! Stop! Stop!”
The rhombus grinded to a halt. Ruth grabbed for the MG20 mounted on the tank chassis. Pretty soon, its chatter joined the booms and roars of the battlefield as Ruth did his best to cut down the Belgian infantry.
Over the clangor Ruth shouted “Radio HQ and tell them we need a mine squad out here!”
“Yes, sir!” Moments later, “No good, Sarge, HQ says all mine units are tied up at the moment!”
“What the . .. .. .. . are they doing?” Ruth grumbled, then turned the MG14 on the ground immediately before them. He walked it along the Mark III's imagined path and – yes – a mine was hit. They weren't very well buried, as he suspected, and sensistive as all-get-out.
“They aren't dug, boys! Fire at the ground!”
The rest of the unit followed the Sergeant's example and began mowing the land before them. More mines were disabled this way and, soon enough, they were on the move once more. Desperately Belgian artillery pieces fired their way, but they may as well have been sticks against stone.
Still, a wayward shell could screw up a tank commander's day. Ruth ducked into the tank and slammed the cupola closed.
“We'll be in Brussels yet,” he said authoritatively, as the tank moved forward still.
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“Loyal to the last,” said François de La Rocque. He closed the book.
“Mon Dieu,” said Claude Jean Pierpont, “And this ties in with your croix feu de... something?”
“Croix de Feu, yes. My, ah, vision, if you will,” La Rocque responded with a relish, “Our nation, our people. It's all part of the Croix de Feu.”
“I hope this doesn't conflict with the Leader's Lisist party,” rumbled Edwin F. Baudouin, a broad chested man with a large build and short, blonde hair.
“How could it? It is not so much a party, as you say, as much as a guiding ideology,” said La Rocque, “Not to replace, as you suggest, but to enhance.”
“Well you called us here,” said the unbelievably thin Pierpont with a mustache that might have been drawn on with pencil, “Tell us what exactly is your idea.”
La Rocque opened and closed his mouth a few times, continuing to pace about the room, warmly lit by a fireplace which crackled with a vengeance. It was well decorated with linen and silk and other expensive materials – as a high-ranking member of the armée nationale La Rocque enjoyed such privileges. As a holder of the cross of honor and nation he was a war-hero, to boot. He rose swiftly through the ranks of the Lisist hierarchy, and now he was gaining more ground in his climb.
That he sat – or stood, rather – with those in charge of Securis and the Bureau of Information was a testament to the influence he now held. It was of little consequence, however, for what he had now to present was what the party had been lacking – an effective way of constructing national identity which didn't rely on the Monarch. Liberty was dead – it had done nothing for France. This was a brave new world, and now 35-year old La Rocque could feel the magnitude of the capacity he commanded. “We have the power,” said Thomas Paine under a similar situation, “To create the world over again.”
“Nation,” was the first word he said.
Neither Pierpont nor Baudouin said anything. As they continued saying nothing, La Rocque went on.
“Nation for the sake of nation. Existence for the service of the nation and its leader, and mutual everlasting glory. A religion, if you will, of ideology – but that ideology is nothing but the nation. You either serve it or are an enemy to it. People are drawn to security, and why should they serve? Because it is their duty. Put this into them, and we can control them, and guide them, and the French nation will be everlasting.
“Make the children as unlike their parents as possible, and remind everyone that without the nation they have the anarchy of the civil war, and they will know the sobering defeat of the past regimes. We will never lose, and the people will have no metric to compare it to. But they will be loyal to the Homeland, and the Leader, to the bitter end: and gladly give their lives to it.
“That is all they need to concern themselves with. The Nation first, before everything, and they are national. What's more, they are French, and so we have our mutual, superior race as an interest at hand. And our symbol, ho, our symbol: the ancient cross, the most mystic of those – that cross which the Celts had and cast aside, but which we may recognize as the mark of the superiority of the Frankish people. We will conquer by it, that cross of fire - by that, we shall be victorious, and our regime everlasting.”
At last La Rocque finished, and on the final note of his speech, his arms were out. They fell after a moment, and soon the ensuant silence was broken.
“Well,” said Pierpont, “It sounds like... such a scheme may work. Nation for the sake of nation?”
“I like it!” boomed Baudouin from nowhere, “La Rocque if you're not Leader one of these days I'll eat my shoe.”
The suggestion caused Pierpont's nose to wrinkle, but La Rocque's eyes just twinkled. “This is something we can set into motion immediately, alonside l'Initiative. Eh, Pierpont?”
“Certainly, it's better direction than we had before, something I should run by the Leader – it does rather put the whole movement into perspective, though.”
La Rocque resisted the temptation to roll his eyes with regards to Petain, and forged on. “This is the national identity we need. For Leader, for Race, for Homeland.”
“That's a catchy slogan,” interjected Baudouin, “'For Leader, for Race, for Homeland.' 'Pour le chef, pour les gens, pour la patrie.' What do you think, Pierpont?”
“Yes,” said Pierpont, his mouth finally curving into some semblance of smile, “That'll do just fine.”
A cacophany filled the air as a dozen engines rumbled into life. Smoke immediately followed and the coughs of the tank commanders subsided with the collective clang of the cupolas. One by one the tanks began moving across the wide, open terrain – once farmland but war made it such no more. A few hundred metres to the east an Italian armored column moved forward as well. The target was a small hamlet in the outskirts of Brussels.
Sergeant Earl Ruth patted the hull of the rhombus as it trekked the field bravely. The pinnacle of tank development, he thought: the Mark III had seen action back in France proper, too. This very tank punched the Socialist lines at Paris, and the Imperialist lines before that. Now, France united at long last under the brave leader Philippe Petain, now was the time to move against the damn Commie Belgians who had tried so hard to stymy the Lisist rise to power.
“Infantry! Ten o' clock!”
“Oui, commandament. Orders?”
“Load anti-personnel and change course to intercept! Thirty degrees and full speed ahead!”
The last part of Ruth's sentence was suddenly cropped by a deafening roar to his immediate right. Another Mark III had hit a mine and was now stewing. Shortly after the ammunition started cooking off and it exploded spectacularly in a ball of flame. The heat caused sweat to break out on the sergeant's face.
“Mines! Stop! Stop!”
The rhombus grinded to a halt. Ruth grabbed for the MG20 mounted on the tank chassis. Pretty soon, its chatter joined the booms and roars of the battlefield as Ruth did his best to cut down the Belgian infantry.
Over the clangor Ruth shouted “Radio HQ and tell them we need a mine squad out here!”
“Yes, sir!” Moments later, “No good, Sarge, HQ says all mine units are tied up at the moment!”
“What the . .. .. .. . are they doing?” Ruth grumbled, then turned the MG14 on the ground immediately before them. He walked it along the Mark III's imagined path and – yes – a mine was hit. They weren't very well buried, as he suspected, and sensistive as all-get-out.
“They aren't dug, boys! Fire at the ground!”
The rest of the unit followed the Sergeant's example and began mowing the land before them. More mines were disabled this way and, soon enough, they were on the move once more. Desperately Belgian artillery pieces fired their way, but they may as well have been sticks against stone.
Still, a wayward shell could screw up a tank commander's day. Ruth ducked into the tank and slammed the cupola closed.
“We'll be in Brussels yet,” he said authoritatively, as the tank moved forward still.
-------------------------------
“Loyal to the last,” said François de La Rocque. He closed the book.
“Mon Dieu,” said Claude Jean Pierpont, “And this ties in with your croix feu de... something?”
“Croix de Feu, yes. My, ah, vision, if you will,” La Rocque responded with a relish, “Our nation, our people. It's all part of the Croix de Feu.”
“I hope this doesn't conflict with the Leader's Lisist party,” rumbled Edwin F. Baudouin, a broad chested man with a large build and short, blonde hair.
“How could it? It is not so much a party, as you say, as much as a guiding ideology,” said La Rocque, “Not to replace, as you suggest, but to enhance.”
“Well you called us here,” said the unbelievably thin Pierpont with a mustache that might have been drawn on with pencil, “Tell us what exactly is your idea.”
La Rocque opened and closed his mouth a few times, continuing to pace about the room, warmly lit by a fireplace which crackled with a vengeance. It was well decorated with linen and silk and other expensive materials – as a high-ranking member of the armée nationale La Rocque enjoyed such privileges. As a holder of the cross of honor and nation he was a war-hero, to boot. He rose swiftly through the ranks of the Lisist hierarchy, and now he was gaining more ground in his climb.
That he sat – or stood, rather – with those in charge of Securis and the Bureau of Information was a testament to the influence he now held. It was of little consequence, however, for what he had now to present was what the party had been lacking – an effective way of constructing national identity which didn't rely on the Monarch. Liberty was dead – it had done nothing for France. This was a brave new world, and now 35-year old La Rocque could feel the magnitude of the capacity he commanded. “We have the power,” said Thomas Paine under a similar situation, “To create the world over again.”
“Nation,” was the first word he said.
Neither Pierpont nor Baudouin said anything. As they continued saying nothing, La Rocque went on.
“Nation for the sake of nation. Existence for the service of the nation and its leader, and mutual everlasting glory. A religion, if you will, of ideology – but that ideology is nothing but the nation. You either serve it or are an enemy to it. People are drawn to security, and why should they serve? Because it is their duty. Put this into them, and we can control them, and guide them, and the French nation will be everlasting.
“Make the children as unlike their parents as possible, and remind everyone that without the nation they have the anarchy of the civil war, and they will know the sobering defeat of the past regimes. We will never lose, and the people will have no metric to compare it to. But they will be loyal to the Homeland, and the Leader, to the bitter end: and gladly give their lives to it.
“That is all they need to concern themselves with. The Nation first, before everything, and they are national. What's more, they are French, and so we have our mutual, superior race as an interest at hand. And our symbol, ho, our symbol: the ancient cross, the most mystic of those – that cross which the Celts had and cast aside, but which we may recognize as the mark of the superiority of the Frankish people. We will conquer by it, that cross of fire - by that, we shall be victorious, and our regime everlasting.”
At last La Rocque finished, and on the final note of his speech, his arms were out. They fell after a moment, and soon the ensuant silence was broken.
“Well,” said Pierpont, “It sounds like... such a scheme may work. Nation for the sake of nation?”
“I like it!” boomed Baudouin from nowhere, “La Rocque if you're not Leader one of these days I'll eat my shoe.”
The suggestion caused Pierpont's nose to wrinkle, but La Rocque's eyes just twinkled. “This is something we can set into motion immediately, alonside l'Initiative. Eh, Pierpont?”
“Certainly, it's better direction than we had before, something I should run by the Leader – it does rather put the whole movement into perspective, though.”
La Rocque resisted the temptation to roll his eyes with regards to Petain, and forged on. “This is the national identity we need. For Leader, for Race, for Homeland.”
“That's a catchy slogan,” interjected Baudouin, “'For Leader, for Race, for Homeland.' 'Pour le chef, pour les gens, pour la patrie.' What do you think, Pierpont?”
“Yes,” said Pierpont, his mouth finally curving into some semblance of smile, “That'll do just fine.”
human-slaughter
brand new year
OOC: Just a note for EQ if he sees this. I have two sets of orders in the second is a revised copy with some spending and domestic changes it says *NEW* in the subject line so those are the ones to be used. Thankyou.
Book Budda
Industrial Athelete
OCC: Yay French Fascism!!
Milarqui
Deity
It should be less than 6 hours before update starts, no?
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
My good? Did you mean to say "Mon Dieu,"? At any rate, nice story.
Oui, I'm not a native French speaker so I take a lot of the language for granted. Thanks!
Update is approaching rapidly. I have sent out one or two messages asking for clarification.
@DarthNader, if you cannot send true orders for the update after this one, we are going to have to make Germany open for someone who can commit for full orders. Please keep that in mind.
@DarthNader, if you cannot send true orders for the update after this one, we are going to have to make Germany open for someone who can commit for full orders. Please keep that in mind.
SoldierChild
Anarchist
ooc: so out of curiosity, what are most countries money standards based off of(in this nes), gold?
@Soldier Child: hadn't really thought about that. I'd assume gold though.
Now I've got about 2 hours of internet time and I'll be collecting orders for the update during this time. If after I log off, you have not sent orders, too bad.
Now I've got about 2 hours of internet time and I'll be collecting orders for the update during this time. If after I log off, you have not sent orders, too bad.
Condor_green
King
- Joined
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I cant wait for the update!
This will be my first turn as an actual participant, I wonder how I did?
This will be my first turn as an actual participant, I wonder how I did?
General Press Release from the Métis Syndicate
The struggle of the Métis people for democracy has, at long last, borne fruit. Following the overthrow of the German military-supported and despotic governmnent of François Cloutier, we have parleyed with the government of Germany, encouraging the Kaiser to withdraw his support for the dictator. With Cloutier's illegitimate government now formally deprived of power, the Syndicates are now in a position to begin organizing the first democratic elections in the history of the independent Métis nation, with foreign officials observing the proceedings to ensure complete fairness. Every landowning Métis citizen will be able to cast a vote to determine the future government for our people.
Vive le Grand Syndiqué de la Métis!
Serge Sauvage
The struggle of the Métis people for democracy has, at long last, borne fruit. Following the overthrow of the German military-supported and despotic governmnent of François Cloutier, we have parleyed with the government of Germany, encouraging the Kaiser to withdraw his support for the dictator. With Cloutier's illegitimate government now formally deprived of power, the Syndicates are now in a position to begin organizing the first democratic elections in the history of the independent Métis nation, with foreign officials observing the proceedings to ensure complete fairness. Every landowning Métis citizen will be able to cast a vote to determine the future government for our people.
Vive le Grand Syndiqué de la Métis!
Serge Sauvage
All right, this is my last post before the update, I'd be appreciative if it's at the top of the next page. After I post the update tomorrow evening, that'll be it from me until June 8 or 9 thanks to honeymooning and so forth. This be an FYI, and after those days we'll have a new era of this NES ahead of us, we're 20 turns in, and still a good 90 to go for me to reach my own self-set goal for this NES.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Missed the update deadline.Hi, I'd like to join this NES as Florida, but I'd like Florida to be Communist. Would I have to lead a Communist revolution (lead by Huey Long, who was born and raised in Florida in this world, after his parents crossed the border)?
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Hi, I'd like to join this NES as Florida, but I'd like Florida to be Communist. Would I have to lead a Communist revolution (lead by Huey Long, who was born and raised in Florida in this world, after his parents crossed the border)?
I would advise against doing that. Namely because the powers around Florida wouldn't stand for it.
Circuit
Writing Letters
The powers around Cuba don't like Cuba being communist, but they're still there. SUSA, Mexico, and all Communists in general, would you like to aid my movement?
Milarqui
Deity
Cuba managed to get communism because people were really fed up with Batista, and because Castro y Cía. were communists. Florida has neither of those things.
