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I have been writing my own short stories revolving around a few of civs for a while now, and figured some feedback would be nice. This is the first writing I have actually in three years so things might be a bit rusty. Most of it is all in different timeline, but I figure that if people are at least relatively amused by this, I can write some new ones. I have plenty of source material, I am running a 43 civ all AI game on another site, so that has plenty of source material on the same continuum.
Any feedback? Other civvy things I should consider adding into other stories?
Survival on the Shores of Lake Adolphus (The longest story)
Spoiler :
I am a Finnish woman. I was a solider in the 251st Infantry, during the war. Sometime in 6068, my unit was poised to kill a Hunnic tank division, when all hell broke loose. Before our final charge we heard a rumble, and before we knew it, dirt started flying up into the air. Bullets whizzed every as the Hunnic CF 81s turned around to use us for target practice again. After an hour the second set of jets broke of their attack and followed the first set, probably back the Hunnic aircraft carrier.
It took two hours for our unit to regroup and as soon as we did, we came under bombardment. After three weeks of hiding, scavenging for supplies and being separated, the bombarding stopped. It was then that they came. By then I had lost my weapon, I was starving, dehydrated, and sleep deprived. I was in a tree when they came. I watched them until they left.
At the beginning of the war the Huns were the same as us, but after the sinking of two Hunnic battleships, they got new equipment and maintained that advantage. Anyways, I saw five other survivors appear from a farther grove, but I couldn’t warn them, not without alerting the approaching Huns. I watched in horror as one of my fellows walked towards a grove of trees that the Huns had stopped at. They saw them, when the man got to the tree they killed him with one of their ballistic knives. I recognized the remaining four members, three of whom were looking for nuts and berries while the fourth one was keeping watch.
Gus was picking salmonberries, Mikhal was looking for acorns and peanuts, Jane was standing guard, and Mao was trying to make a trap for small animals. Gus was a true blooded Swede, he was from Stockholm’s landed gentry and joined the unit after the Huns invaded. His father tried to get him to be an attaché to Cao Cao but Gustavus the VI (Gus) said no. He wanted to see actual fighting. Gus was Eastern Orthodox and barely twenty one. He could barely drink.
Mikhal was Russian. He immigrated to Sweden to “Kick some damn ass!” While Russia and Sweden didn’t have a very good relationship, they both hated the Republic’s Nation (the Huns) more than each other. And everyone agreed that the Huns were more likely to attack Sweden than the Russian Empire or the Incan Empire, and no one would dare attack the Huns despite their small military size. Mikhal was a wannabe paramilitary, protestant and about forty.
Mao was from Hong Kong and his family was exiled from there when he was young after the Huns launched a coup to replace the government. He was twenty five and an atheist. He enlisted due a deeply ingrained hatred of the Huns.
Jane’s family was from Quebec City. In 5000 Quebec City was a Swedish territory, but the Huns attacked, they sat in their land and slaughtered Sweden’s armies so much so that the then leader of Sweden surrendered control of Quebec City to the Huns to end the first war of Attrition in 5030. The Huns liberated Quebec, and the new government exiled many people, amongst them was Jane’s ancestors. They were the governors of the city. The government of Sweden had always treated the members of their lineage well. She was eighteen and had it set in her mind to make Gus like her in more ways than one.
That brings me to myself. My name is Alissa and I was born in Sigtuna, a city full of Finnish and every other Swedish minority group. I enlisted when I was twenty-five to help fight the inevitable war against the Huns. By the time war came, I was a lifer, or a career militant. When war was declared I was close to retirement, three days off. The war postponed my retirement, and I was 55 and was officially discharged from the Swedish military in 6095 by the Huns. We were stationed in an unnamed forest near the shores of Lake Adolphus, probably the largest lake in the world. Sweden owned one stretch of maybe 14 miles, of its shore. The rest was Hunnic Territory.
The war started on January 21st 6067, and ended with the fall of Stockholm on July 17th 6071. Believe it or not the war started from one issue. In what we called Lake Adolphus, lived a freshwater species of cuttlefish. It was considered a delicacy by the Gentry and due to their poaching of it, and our revered leader’s inability to stop it, the Huns attacked. Allow me to explain with the knowledge that I have now. The Huns, ever since their adoption of the Word of God have held his creatures sacred. Most of the Huns are vegetarians and eat very little to no meat.
Anyways to the group. The fifth member was someone I did not know as well and I don’t remember their name but they were a Muslim if I remember correctly. Anyway, the Huns stalked forward and jumped them. Jane was tackled to the ground, Gus spun around and was shot in the head.
Mao dropped to the ground and Mikhal turned and ran. He got about ten feet before a flurry of bullets literally tore him from limb to limb. The Huns swiftly hand cuffed Mao and Jane. They stood in the clearing trying to get direction from their superiors for about fifteen minutes. Once they had they grabbed Mao and started walking away, three men stayed behind and promptly shot Jane in back, turned and walked away to join the other Huns.
I was stunned. Mostly due to the fact that many of the Huns couldn’t have been more than fourteen. How could one be show brutal and destructive at that age, I know now though. The Huns were conquerors in years past, before even the Mongols knew how to attack, the Huns built an empire that spanned from their Court to Jerusalem to Amsterdam to Hanoi. Then they adopted His word in the heterodoxical form of Protestantism. Then they sought peace with the whole world. They sought peace and only engaged to liberate Quebec City and to invade Sweden. Though they converted, they lived in constant fear of attack from Russia and Sweden. So they trained. In the Hunnic culture, even now, one becomes a man or a woman at thirteen. Almost every one serves some time in the armed forces. Usually stationed in a city. Once you come out you build a career of civil service, in that way the Huns live. So to see an entire unit of fourteen year olds is not uncommon, but they are highly trained fourteen year olds, almost as well trained if not more trained than most Muscovites.
I spent another three weeks in the forest alone, never seeing another soul. Eventually the last of us regrouped, Mao was not present. We had some supplies and a few reinforcements. Within hours of our regrouping, the final disaster happened. Anya, a thirty year old mother of two whose husband owned a manufactory south of Stockholm. She had felt the need to enlist. She had climbed a tree to scout and said “There! There! One of our bombers destroyed the tank column! Hahaha!”
Several booms happened as she finished and then it rained. Not water, but fire and wood. Some of our SN-47’s that had been escorting the bombers were shot down. The planes crashed down in fire and scattered us. I saw some of my fellows crushed by falling debris crashing through the canopy and down upon us. I ran until it was dark and then I still ran until I tripped and fell. My head must have hit a rock because I blacked out. I woke up in a steel room, that’s when I first met William. At first I believed that he was full of , but he convinced me otherwise. He lived in Amsterdam and had fled when the Huns stormed his father’s palace in 3525. He showed me things, things that are extraordinary. He showed me the core and explained to me what he had learned about it, the others. I couldn’t believe him on the immortality part of it. So I eventually parted ways with him. I hadn’t been with him more than a week, but when I emerged back into the world, I came out in Karakoroum. And it wasn’t the sixties anymore.
I saw Incan troops walking down its streets. That puzzled me. I walked the earth for years, eventually finding myself in Russia by 6093. I trained to become a pilot on the Russian S-90 stealth bomber. I was based in Yeaketerinburg until its fall. When it did, I fled into the night and made my back to Sigtuna. It was only then that I was officially discharged by the Republic.
About half a century later, around 7058, I think, I saw Mao again. His grandson was getting a state funeral in Hong Kong, when a bomb went off in the middle of the procession. Mao survived, but his last living family members did not. A few short years later, he was publicly executed when Hunnic Storm Troopers took control of the city, eliminating the Incan friendly government and populace.
It took two hours for our unit to regroup and as soon as we did, we came under bombardment. After three weeks of hiding, scavenging for supplies and being separated, the bombarding stopped. It was then that they came. By then I had lost my weapon, I was starving, dehydrated, and sleep deprived. I was in a tree when they came. I watched them until they left.
At the beginning of the war the Huns were the same as us, but after the sinking of two Hunnic battleships, they got new equipment and maintained that advantage. Anyways, I saw five other survivors appear from a farther grove, but I couldn’t warn them, not without alerting the approaching Huns. I watched in horror as one of my fellows walked towards a grove of trees that the Huns had stopped at. They saw them, when the man got to the tree they killed him with one of their ballistic knives. I recognized the remaining four members, three of whom were looking for nuts and berries while the fourth one was keeping watch.
Gus was picking salmonberries, Mikhal was looking for acorns and peanuts, Jane was standing guard, and Mao was trying to make a trap for small animals. Gus was a true blooded Swede, he was from Stockholm’s landed gentry and joined the unit after the Huns invaded. His father tried to get him to be an attaché to Cao Cao but Gustavus the VI (Gus) said no. He wanted to see actual fighting. Gus was Eastern Orthodox and barely twenty one. He could barely drink.
Mikhal was Russian. He immigrated to Sweden to “Kick some damn ass!” While Russia and Sweden didn’t have a very good relationship, they both hated the Republic’s Nation (the Huns) more than each other. And everyone agreed that the Huns were more likely to attack Sweden than the Russian Empire or the Incan Empire, and no one would dare attack the Huns despite their small military size. Mikhal was a wannabe paramilitary, protestant and about forty.
Mao was from Hong Kong and his family was exiled from there when he was young after the Huns launched a coup to replace the government. He was twenty five and an atheist. He enlisted due a deeply ingrained hatred of the Huns.
Jane’s family was from Quebec City. In 5000 Quebec City was a Swedish territory, but the Huns attacked, they sat in their land and slaughtered Sweden’s armies so much so that the then leader of Sweden surrendered control of Quebec City to the Huns to end the first war of Attrition in 5030. The Huns liberated Quebec, and the new government exiled many people, amongst them was Jane’s ancestors. They were the governors of the city. The government of Sweden had always treated the members of their lineage well. She was eighteen and had it set in her mind to make Gus like her in more ways than one.
That brings me to myself. My name is Alissa and I was born in Sigtuna, a city full of Finnish and every other Swedish minority group. I enlisted when I was twenty-five to help fight the inevitable war against the Huns. By the time war came, I was a lifer, or a career militant. When war was declared I was close to retirement, three days off. The war postponed my retirement, and I was 55 and was officially discharged from the Swedish military in 6095 by the Huns. We were stationed in an unnamed forest near the shores of Lake Adolphus, probably the largest lake in the world. Sweden owned one stretch of maybe 14 miles, of its shore. The rest was Hunnic Territory.
The war started on January 21st 6067, and ended with the fall of Stockholm on July 17th 6071. Believe it or not the war started from one issue. In what we called Lake Adolphus, lived a freshwater species of cuttlefish. It was considered a delicacy by the Gentry and due to their poaching of it, and our revered leader’s inability to stop it, the Huns attacked. Allow me to explain with the knowledge that I have now. The Huns, ever since their adoption of the Word of God have held his creatures sacred. Most of the Huns are vegetarians and eat very little to no meat.
Anyways to the group. The fifth member was someone I did not know as well and I don’t remember their name but they were a Muslim if I remember correctly. Anyway, the Huns stalked forward and jumped them. Jane was tackled to the ground, Gus spun around and was shot in the head.
Mao dropped to the ground and Mikhal turned and ran. He got about ten feet before a flurry of bullets literally tore him from limb to limb. The Huns swiftly hand cuffed Mao and Jane. They stood in the clearing trying to get direction from their superiors for about fifteen minutes. Once they had they grabbed Mao and started walking away, three men stayed behind and promptly shot Jane in back, turned and walked away to join the other Huns.
I was stunned. Mostly due to the fact that many of the Huns couldn’t have been more than fourteen. How could one be show brutal and destructive at that age, I know now though. The Huns were conquerors in years past, before even the Mongols knew how to attack, the Huns built an empire that spanned from their Court to Jerusalem to Amsterdam to Hanoi. Then they adopted His word in the heterodoxical form of Protestantism. Then they sought peace with the whole world. They sought peace and only engaged to liberate Quebec City and to invade Sweden. Though they converted, they lived in constant fear of attack from Russia and Sweden. So they trained. In the Hunnic culture, even now, one becomes a man or a woman at thirteen. Almost every one serves some time in the armed forces. Usually stationed in a city. Once you come out you build a career of civil service, in that way the Huns live. So to see an entire unit of fourteen year olds is not uncommon, but they are highly trained fourteen year olds, almost as well trained if not more trained than most Muscovites.
I spent another three weeks in the forest alone, never seeing another soul. Eventually the last of us regrouped, Mao was not present. We had some supplies and a few reinforcements. Within hours of our regrouping, the final disaster happened. Anya, a thirty year old mother of two whose husband owned a manufactory south of Stockholm. She had felt the need to enlist. She had climbed a tree to scout and said “There! There! One of our bombers destroyed the tank column! Hahaha!”
Several booms happened as she finished and then it rained. Not water, but fire and wood. Some of our SN-47’s that had been escorting the bombers were shot down. The planes crashed down in fire and scattered us. I saw some of my fellows crushed by falling debris crashing through the canopy and down upon us. I ran until it was dark and then I still ran until I tripped and fell. My head must have hit a rock because I blacked out. I woke up in a steel room, that’s when I first met William. At first I believed that he was full of , but he convinced me otherwise. He lived in Amsterdam and had fled when the Huns stormed his father’s palace in 3525. He showed me things, things that are extraordinary. He showed me the core and explained to me what he had learned about it, the others. I couldn’t believe him on the immortality part of it. So I eventually parted ways with him. I hadn’t been with him more than a week, but when I emerged back into the world, I came out in Karakoroum. And it wasn’t the sixties anymore.
I saw Incan troops walking down its streets. That puzzled me. I walked the earth for years, eventually finding myself in Russia by 6093. I trained to become a pilot on the Russian S-90 stealth bomber. I was based in Yeaketerinburg until its fall. When it did, I fled into the night and made my back to Sigtuna. It was only then that I was officially discharged by the Republic.
About half a century later, around 7058, I think, I saw Mao again. His grandson was getting a state funeral in Hong Kong, when a bomb went off in the middle of the procession. Mao survived, but his last living family members did not. A few short years later, he was publicly executed when Hunnic Storm Troopers took control of the city, eliminating the Incan friendly government and populace.
Fall of Celtacia (The story I like the best)
Spoiler :
Here, in Edinburgh, pride of the Celts, my father had a saying “Welcome to your life.” That was the rule in Celtic Autocracy. You were born where you were born and that was often that, but my family proved an exception to that rule, until yesterday at 12:00 am Global Time. The Japanese and their puppets governments, damn diplomacy. Damn the Party!
In Celtacia, the Autocrat is hereditary, but the line has died out. I served as the interim ruler, as the Incident killed of the last known Hereditary Ruler. I was given the title and the job due to the nature of the relationship my brother had with the last Hereditary Ruler. I am leaving this record now, and in the morning, well let’s just say that my honor cannot allow my life to continue.
It was 2001, the Hereditary Ruler, the Pope, just suffered a loss. Her husband died, he was giving a speech on board the TAS Autocrat when the Arabian’s struck. The TAS Autocrat was the first Celtic loss of that war. The vulnerability sparked increased tension between Celtacia and the Japanese Socialist Soviet Nations. The JSSN was a prepared nation.
That year, she picked out my brother, and by 2004, he was never very far from her. Within a year, tensions with the JSSN flared into a full war, by July of 2005 I was appointed the Minister of Interior Defense. It was my job to protect our trade while it was within our borders. It went well, until both Penzance (in 2007) and Aberstywyth (in 2012) fell. Then our trade and Navy were completely destroyed.
I know that I am given a bunch of over the war, but the JSSN wolf packs were an unanticipated issue, due to the horrible job done by my cousin who was the Minister of Intelligence. She was in Dublin (January 1st 2022) during its Fall. After the Fall of Dublin, I took over my cousin’s responsibilities after her death, but by that point the Celtacian Navy was doomed. But I had men trailing the Hereditary Ruler and my brother. Since by the time anyone reads this, I will have killed myself, I will admit to my plan.
I knew that the war was not going to end well, but the HR still hoped. I had some of my men following her and my brother, and at an opportune time, I would strike and overthrow them. Make peace with the JSSN, rebuild while fending off Venice, the SPR (Shoshoni People’s Republic), and the ASK (Arabian Soviet Kingdom). That was my intention anyway. On that fateful day, July 22nd I was trying to direct some form of resistance against the Arabians. I was lucky. My brother and his mistress, not so much.
I knew that the JSSN Navy was bombarding the city and firing upon it, but I had no idea that they were marching on it that very day. Japanese sailors landed in the harbor that day, my brother stayed in the second Palace with her, the Ancestral lay in Dublin. I even had a bug planted inside of my brother’s favorite hat. That hat was a present I had given him for Christmas in 1981, he never went anywhere without it. I heard his last conversation and words.
January 1st, 2028.
“I know a place honey, and we have to run for it, as soon as the walls collapse.” She said
“You have me hooked at safety baby, I will be right behind you.” Answered my brother. Just a short version, he did also ask her why she picked him, her answer was it was her own design and remorse, for putting him in danger. They ran, and ran. They made the four miles across the city to the walls but my men were there. As soon as my second in command heard them on the bug, he led my other men to the gates. He slaughtered the gate guards and took control. He had incited a riot and the poor, trying to escape, killed most of them. Once he had control he slaughtered the peasants, he cleaned up the mess and shut the gates. They ensured the success of my coup.
Once the JSSN had captured my brother and the Ruler, they rewarded my men. Then they executed my men before my brother and her on the grounds of treason. Only my second in command escaped, he didn’t last much longer. His son was governor of Cork, and was executed when it fell. Tavish, fell into a deeper and deeper depression. He came to believe that I was responsible for the decline of Celtacia. He tried to expose me for what I was in 2035. I turned it into a hostage situation in the broadcast tower. I captured him alive, he, me, and my foreign advisor took a trip into the nearby ice fields. My advisor drove drove, and I sat staring at the man who had been my second best friend from childhood, the first was my brother.
In the ice fields I shot my advisor in the head. Tavish was resigned to whatever fate came after that display. He was kneeling, head bowed in the middle of an ice field. Flat, white, snow and ice as far as the eye could see. My advisor’s body merely five feet away, half a mile from the car in -30 degree (Celsius) weather. I forced some straight bourbon down his throat before dousing him in it. Then, then I light him on fire and walked away.
I wasn’t stupid, both he and my advisor were covered in alcohol and surrounded by it. Once I was at the car I turned and threw the cigar onto the trail. As I drove away, you could see the fire from miles away.
Anyways, emboldened by their success they pushed through to Cork and then made peace in 2032. They can be asleep and assured of my good behavior, they broke Celtacia. I have fought hard, but the PPPR’s (Polish People’s Proletariat Republic) ideological crusade stopped our recovery. This nation is done! Finished! I knew that I didn’t have enough time, so I took a wife who was from poverty, when she asked why, I said “To help me make the most of the freedom I still cling too, and maybe even pleasure too.”
Yesterday I went to see Tavish, their bodies are still there. Burnt corpses still in the exact place I left them. Tavish still on his knees, head bowed in cowardice. I considered doing the same to myself but I decided that to regain my honor that I had to do it the way I am doing it.
Today is 11:58 pm July 1st, 2036, the four year anniversary of the end of The War, as it is known as in Japan. It is the only war has Japan been involved in. Japanese world leadership takes effect in 90 seconds. Rest assured the Brazilian Empire, Celtacia, and the Democratic Republic of Venice will fight, but they will all inevitably fail. In 30 seconds Japanese Special Forces will storm in here only to find my corpse with one self-inflicted gunshot wound to the left temple. I failed, so I must say goodbye.
In Celtacia, the Autocrat is hereditary, but the line has died out. I served as the interim ruler, as the Incident killed of the last known Hereditary Ruler. I was given the title and the job due to the nature of the relationship my brother had with the last Hereditary Ruler. I am leaving this record now, and in the morning, well let’s just say that my honor cannot allow my life to continue.
It was 2001, the Hereditary Ruler, the Pope, just suffered a loss. Her husband died, he was giving a speech on board the TAS Autocrat when the Arabian’s struck. The TAS Autocrat was the first Celtic loss of that war. The vulnerability sparked increased tension between Celtacia and the Japanese Socialist Soviet Nations. The JSSN was a prepared nation.
That year, she picked out my brother, and by 2004, he was never very far from her. Within a year, tensions with the JSSN flared into a full war, by July of 2005 I was appointed the Minister of Interior Defense. It was my job to protect our trade while it was within our borders. It went well, until both Penzance (in 2007) and Aberstywyth (in 2012) fell. Then our trade and Navy were completely destroyed.
I know that I am given a bunch of over the war, but the JSSN wolf packs were an unanticipated issue, due to the horrible job done by my cousin who was the Minister of Intelligence. She was in Dublin (January 1st 2022) during its Fall. After the Fall of Dublin, I took over my cousin’s responsibilities after her death, but by that point the Celtacian Navy was doomed. But I had men trailing the Hereditary Ruler and my brother. Since by the time anyone reads this, I will have killed myself, I will admit to my plan.
I knew that the war was not going to end well, but the HR still hoped. I had some of my men following her and my brother, and at an opportune time, I would strike and overthrow them. Make peace with the JSSN, rebuild while fending off Venice, the SPR (Shoshoni People’s Republic), and the ASK (Arabian Soviet Kingdom). That was my intention anyway. On that fateful day, July 22nd I was trying to direct some form of resistance against the Arabians. I was lucky. My brother and his mistress, not so much.
I knew that the JSSN Navy was bombarding the city and firing upon it, but I had no idea that they were marching on it that very day. Japanese sailors landed in the harbor that day, my brother stayed in the second Palace with her, the Ancestral lay in Dublin. I even had a bug planted inside of my brother’s favorite hat. That hat was a present I had given him for Christmas in 1981, he never went anywhere without it. I heard his last conversation and words.
January 1st, 2028.
“I know a place honey, and we have to run for it, as soon as the walls collapse.” She said
“You have me hooked at safety baby, I will be right behind you.” Answered my brother. Just a short version, he did also ask her why she picked him, her answer was it was her own design and remorse, for putting him in danger. They ran, and ran. They made the four miles across the city to the walls but my men were there. As soon as my second in command heard them on the bug, he led my other men to the gates. He slaughtered the gate guards and took control. He had incited a riot and the poor, trying to escape, killed most of them. Once he had control he slaughtered the peasants, he cleaned up the mess and shut the gates. They ensured the success of my coup.
Once the JSSN had captured my brother and the Ruler, they rewarded my men. Then they executed my men before my brother and her on the grounds of treason. Only my second in command escaped, he didn’t last much longer. His son was governor of Cork, and was executed when it fell. Tavish, fell into a deeper and deeper depression. He came to believe that I was responsible for the decline of Celtacia. He tried to expose me for what I was in 2035. I turned it into a hostage situation in the broadcast tower. I captured him alive, he, me, and my foreign advisor took a trip into the nearby ice fields. My advisor drove drove, and I sat staring at the man who had been my second best friend from childhood, the first was my brother.
In the ice fields I shot my advisor in the head. Tavish was resigned to whatever fate came after that display. He was kneeling, head bowed in the middle of an ice field. Flat, white, snow and ice as far as the eye could see. My advisor’s body merely five feet away, half a mile from the car in -30 degree (Celsius) weather. I forced some straight bourbon down his throat before dousing him in it. Then, then I light him on fire and walked away.
I wasn’t stupid, both he and my advisor were covered in alcohol and surrounded by it. Once I was at the car I turned and threw the cigar onto the trail. As I drove away, you could see the fire from miles away.
Anyways, emboldened by their success they pushed through to Cork and then made peace in 2032. They can be asleep and assured of my good behavior, they broke Celtacia. I have fought hard, but the PPPR’s (Polish People’s Proletariat Republic) ideological crusade stopped our recovery. This nation is done! Finished! I knew that I didn’t have enough time, so I took a wife who was from poverty, when she asked why, I said “To help me make the most of the freedom I still cling too, and maybe even pleasure too.”
Yesterday I went to see Tavish, their bodies are still there. Burnt corpses still in the exact place I left them. Tavish still on his knees, head bowed in cowardice. I considered doing the same to myself but I decided that to regain my honor that I had to do it the way I am doing it.
Today is 11:58 pm July 1st, 2036, the four year anniversary of the end of The War, as it is known as in Japan. It is the only war has Japan been involved in. Japanese world leadership takes effect in 90 seconds. Rest assured the Brazilian Empire, Celtacia, and the Democratic Republic of Venice will fight, but they will all inevitably fail. In 30 seconds Japanese Special Forces will storm in here only to find my corpse with one self-inflicted gunshot wound to the left temple. I failed, so I must say goodbye.
Any feedback? Other civvy things I should consider adding into other stories?
