Communisto
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Regeneration In Process
MULTAN, INDIAN EMPIRE - INDIAN DEFENSE PERIMETER - ONGOING SIKH OFFENSIVE - January 10TH 2013
General Madha watched as his brother Adin, commander of the camelry, quickly rode towards the Indian positions along with his entire unit. It was a horrible anachronism, but it would surprise the Indians and besides, they wouldn't really expect those anti-tank rifles, would they?
The Indians were indeed taken by surprise. At first, they were rather amused by the camels, but then, the tanks begun to go up in flames. And though many of the camelry died, the outdated Indian armored forces were crippled by the first attack.
Meanwhile, the battles raged in the air and the missile launchers unleashed their deadly barrages on the Indian troops. Madha almost pitied them, but the opressors of his people deserved no pity. The battlefield was quickly turning into a "moon surface". Indian armored jeeps tried to shift the balance by attacking the camelry, but at that point, they became a mere distraction.
Raising his parade sabre, Adin charged across the river, a small part of the Great Indus. He was followed by his troops, who shot at the enemy as they rode. The Indian formation broke, as the troops turned around to destroy the Sikh forces that broke through their lines. In the ensuing confusion, Madha fired his gun, sygnalling for the infantry, including the zealous militia from various Punjabi cities, to charge. It was a slaughter, especially after the tanks joined the fight and the new, powerful European-built stealth bombers took to the air, bombing the living daylights out of the poor Indian troops. Madha admired the way that both his and Indian troops fought - unrelentingly, without surrender, without stopping, without giving up an inch.
The Indian lines were broken, and already, Madha's troops were advancing into and through the city. Madha himself followed his troops into the city on foot, as he always did, and wanted to demand the local general's surrender. Habaratha... A worthy adversory. He should not be killed yet, unless he wishes to commit suicide due to failure.
Suddenly, a young Sikh approached Madha.
"O Holy Guru! The infidel commander Habaratha is not in the municipality building. He seems to have fled..."
"Or he was not here at all." - Madha thought aloud and looked at the Sikh. A little boy, really. But he volunteered, and if he makes it alive to the peaceful days, he will be strong enough to face almost anything life can throw at him - "Thank you. Tell Ibratham to search the countryside and report to me any activity. He can find me in the municipality center."
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OUTSIDE MULTAN, INDIAN EMPIRE - PUNJABI COUNTRYSIDE - HABARATHA'S LAST STAND - JANUARY 11TH 2013
The Sikh militiamen and women cautiously moved across the grim countryside. Though not many people died here, the feeling of death was still here as the battlefield was not too far away. The brutal battlefield from which so few emerged, on both sides. The hellish landscape, filled with corpses of camels and men.
Suddenly, a stone flew towards a group of three militias. Soon enough, young Indian men, ordinary peasants with slingshots, appeared. The Sikhs begun firing back, though one of them was hurt rather badly. But more and more of those odd partisans were coming. Apparently, they ran out of bullets or something. A few of them - probably expert hunters - fired arrows, wounding a female Sikh. Anothe Sikh already raidoed for assistance. The Sikh tanks were coming...
It was, ofcourse, a slaughter. The Indian partisans heroically tried to fight back, but as soon as the planes arrived they were as good as dead. The Sikhs continued to move on, living behind them the dead and the dying Hindus.
Finally, they found their target. Habaratha. The Indian commander chose not to surrender, and fired back, joined by the partisans and a few tanks and warcars he somehow managed to salvage. The Sikhs were taking casualties in the first attack on this position, but as Habaratha and Madha knew all along, it was all a matter of time it would take for the stealth bombers to arrive...
The Sikhs have triumphed. Multan was taken, and even now, the Emperor and his generals desperately tried to salvage the situation.
And even now, Petal, a proffesional revolutionary and partisan, was planning for the ultimate revolution back in his mother country...
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KOTA, INDIAN EMPIRE - SECRET LOCATION - JANUARY 11TH 2013
Petal turned on the radio again.
"Situation at Multan became unnatainable..." - the government program tried to say, but Petal, frustrated, switched on to his own private correspondence.
"Niv." - he spoke - "This is me. What is going on in Multan?"
"Well, the Sikhs surprised everyone by their use of camelry..." - Nivaja spoke up but was interrupted.
"I know that. What happened after the municipality was taken?"
"Oh. They sent out their zealots to seek out the scattered remnants of the Army of Punjab. It took them not too much time to isolate and destroy it, especially after Habaratha's troops ran out of ammo and had to switch to slingshots and hunter bows."
"Habaratha?"
"He died. They killed him, he did not surrender and resist bravely." - Nivaja spoke with sorrow. Petal knew how he admired Habaratha, and somehow shared this admiration.
"It is a shame that he had to fight for the Emperor. What a darn shame that all the decent men have to remain loyal to utter idiots who do not only have no principles but can't even use that lack." - Petal spoke - "I understand that Multan and the area around it are lost?"
"Indeed. The front is likely to collapse, and there already are defeatist riots in the streets..."
"Very well then. Out."
"Out."
Petal turned off the radio. He was a well-built rather tall dark-skinned Indian man, and his age of forty seven didn't show.
'The time for revolution is ripe... Darn it, but I can't risk a civil war! India will fall like a house of cards if that happens! Something similar is going on in Italy... and think what is now? Glutius in Mediolanum, with the support of half the military, various warlords further south and in Rome splitting up the rest of the armed forces, French and their supporters in the west, Ottomans and their supporters in the east... And Caeser's loyalists on Corsica? And Iberian interventionists?
The "Italic Republic" is unlikely to become of influence, unless they ally with the other warlords. But that "Republic"'s ideals seems to be similar to what I want to do in India.'
On his right arm there was an elaborate tatoo. Back when he was young and fled the inheritance of his parents - the status of an "untouchable" - by hitchhicking on an European ship to Africa, he was captured by the local tribesmen some time after arriving to Port Lawrence, but was admitted into their tribe. The Mwebaktu. He vowed, along with them, to fight the European imperialism in Africa that came since the First Great War and the fall of the Sacred Zulu Empire. He changed from a petty thief who refused to wear a bell to a Warrior, he raided railroads and white settlements, harassed European "peacekeepers", massacred colonists and... fell in love. And then, on the fifth year of him belonging to that tribe, he was sent on a reconaissance mission. When he returned, he found out that his entire tribe was nerve gassed.
Then there was a year of mourning as a hermit, and he swore to avenge his tribe and his love by fighting the Eurosecs and fighting for the cause of the opressed everywhere. Only later did he realize that the opressed were too many, and even when liberated, they would opress the others... But for a while, he got a job, and travelled to Greece, and became a blockade runner for a failed Greek rebellion against the Turks in 1987. He was captured, and sent to work in the forced labour camps, and ran away, living with a Kurd tribe and fleeing with them to the Golden Horde territory. But the Golden Horde was not an utopia neither, and so he went on fighting there, fighting for different causes, ranging from the Cossack Resistance in the south to the Finnish Rebellion in the north, through the Kazakan, Polish, Rusin and even Ostgermannic uprisings. Six years he lived like this.
1994. Another Greek rebellion, and Petal got his scar on his right cheek back then, while fighting an Ottoman commando. The cause was lost, but he managed to flee along with the almost-formed Greek government-in-exile to Rome, much as he disliked it. He then went away to join with the Swiss "terrorrists" in DETH, hoping to take off the serpent's head in one strike. But that failed - the Eurosecs triumphed again. Yet it was during this time that he realized that not all Europeans were evil. The Eurosecs and their governments were, though.
It was in 1996 that he met Octavian. He wanted to join the "Italiot Coup" that was in the making, and so did Octavian, who, though loyal to the Emperor (or so he said), was rather disgusted with the Eurocouncil. No wonder. Rome was the lesser partner in the Triumvirate. The Italiot ring leaders were betrayed and executted. Luckily, Octavian did not fall under suspicion during the subsequent purges, and went on with his military career...
Petal was fairly sure that it was THAT Octavian. The same on who was now leading the rebellion in Italy. Though long an atheist, Petal thought nowadays that perhaps it was Fate.
...Petal then settled down in an Indian community in Naples. Somehow he managed to live there peacefully for over a year, working in the factory. But he could no longer constrain himself.
He decided now to move to his true home. That year in the Indian community brought him together with Viyadashi, an aging Indian nationalist who wanted to remvoe the Emperor and to make India "great again". Viyadashi spoke with him about India... and blamed him. He accused him of leaving India to fight wars elsewhere, of forgetting about his motherland, of abandoning his people. And though he was long opressed, he was opressed by the emperor and the nobility. NOT by the people. The people were opressed as well. He needed to go back. He needed to free them.
And since then, Petal went back to India, and attracted many followers, especially amongst the military which he joined. Along with them, he fought and lived through the rebellions in the south, and then in Punjab, and then in Nepal, and in Punjab again, and he felt as if he fought on the other side. AGAINST the rebels who, after all, were fighting for a righteous cause.
But he quelled it in himself. He turned himself into an Indian first and foremost. An Indian nationalist, who was not about to live with a crazy Emperor who distanced himself from the people.
India needed to be free. But it did not need to fall apart. That was why Petal wanted to make sure that he had the support of many people on whom he can call to prevent a civil war.
But the time was ripe. If the war will continue, the Sikhs would not only free himself from opression, but will proceed to conquer Delhi... and beyond. Multan fell. The frontlines were in disarray. The army was about to be routed. Petal needed to start the Revolution in India while there still was an India to start a Revolution in.
He turned on the radio again.
"The Emperor promises to repair the situation via decisive action and calls for the Indian people to volunteer..." - the government news anchor managed to exclaim before Petal contacted Nivaja again.
General Madha watched as his brother Adin, commander of the camelry, quickly rode towards the Indian positions along with his entire unit. It was a horrible anachronism, but it would surprise the Indians and besides, they wouldn't really expect those anti-tank rifles, would they?
The Indians were indeed taken by surprise. At first, they were rather amused by the camels, but then, the tanks begun to go up in flames. And though many of the camelry died, the outdated Indian armored forces were crippled by the first attack.
Meanwhile, the battles raged in the air and the missile launchers unleashed their deadly barrages on the Indian troops. Madha almost pitied them, but the opressors of his people deserved no pity. The battlefield was quickly turning into a "moon surface". Indian armored jeeps tried to shift the balance by attacking the camelry, but at that point, they became a mere distraction.
Raising his parade sabre, Adin charged across the river, a small part of the Great Indus. He was followed by his troops, who shot at the enemy as they rode. The Indian formation broke, as the troops turned around to destroy the Sikh forces that broke through their lines. In the ensuing confusion, Madha fired his gun, sygnalling for the infantry, including the zealous militia from various Punjabi cities, to charge. It was a slaughter, especially after the tanks joined the fight and the new, powerful European-built stealth bombers took to the air, bombing the living daylights out of the poor Indian troops. Madha admired the way that both his and Indian troops fought - unrelentingly, without surrender, without stopping, without giving up an inch.
The Indian lines were broken, and already, Madha's troops were advancing into and through the city. Madha himself followed his troops into the city on foot, as he always did, and wanted to demand the local general's surrender. Habaratha... A worthy adversory. He should not be killed yet, unless he wishes to commit suicide due to failure.
Suddenly, a young Sikh approached Madha.
"O Holy Guru! The infidel commander Habaratha is not in the municipality building. He seems to have fled..."
"Or he was not here at all." - Madha thought aloud and looked at the Sikh. A little boy, really. But he volunteered, and if he makes it alive to the peaceful days, he will be strong enough to face almost anything life can throw at him - "Thank you. Tell Ibratham to search the countryside and report to me any activity. He can find me in the municipality center."
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OUTSIDE MULTAN, INDIAN EMPIRE - PUNJABI COUNTRYSIDE - HABARATHA'S LAST STAND - JANUARY 11TH 2013
The Sikh militiamen and women cautiously moved across the grim countryside. Though not many people died here, the feeling of death was still here as the battlefield was not too far away. The brutal battlefield from which so few emerged, on both sides. The hellish landscape, filled with corpses of camels and men.
Suddenly, a stone flew towards a group of three militias. Soon enough, young Indian men, ordinary peasants with slingshots, appeared. The Sikhs begun firing back, though one of them was hurt rather badly. But more and more of those odd partisans were coming. Apparently, they ran out of bullets or something. A few of them - probably expert hunters - fired arrows, wounding a female Sikh. Anothe Sikh already raidoed for assistance. The Sikh tanks were coming...
It was, ofcourse, a slaughter. The Indian partisans heroically tried to fight back, but as soon as the planes arrived they were as good as dead. The Sikhs continued to move on, living behind them the dead and the dying Hindus.
Finally, they found their target. Habaratha. The Indian commander chose not to surrender, and fired back, joined by the partisans and a few tanks and warcars he somehow managed to salvage. The Sikhs were taking casualties in the first attack on this position, but as Habaratha and Madha knew all along, it was all a matter of time it would take for the stealth bombers to arrive...
The Sikhs have triumphed. Multan was taken, and even now, the Emperor and his generals desperately tried to salvage the situation.
And even now, Petal, a proffesional revolutionary and partisan, was planning for the ultimate revolution back in his mother country...
---
KOTA, INDIAN EMPIRE - SECRET LOCATION - JANUARY 11TH 2013
Petal turned on the radio again.
"Situation at Multan became unnatainable..." - the government program tried to say, but Petal, frustrated, switched on to his own private correspondence.
"Niv." - he spoke - "This is me. What is going on in Multan?"
"Well, the Sikhs surprised everyone by their use of camelry..." - Nivaja spoke up but was interrupted.
"I know that. What happened after the municipality was taken?"
"Oh. They sent out their zealots to seek out the scattered remnants of the Army of Punjab. It took them not too much time to isolate and destroy it, especially after Habaratha's troops ran out of ammo and had to switch to slingshots and hunter bows."
"Habaratha?"
"He died. They killed him, he did not surrender and resist bravely." - Nivaja spoke with sorrow. Petal knew how he admired Habaratha, and somehow shared this admiration.
"It is a shame that he had to fight for the Emperor. What a darn shame that all the decent men have to remain loyal to utter idiots who do not only have no principles but can't even use that lack." - Petal spoke - "I understand that Multan and the area around it are lost?"
"Indeed. The front is likely to collapse, and there already are defeatist riots in the streets..."
"Very well then. Out."
"Out."
Petal turned off the radio. He was a well-built rather tall dark-skinned Indian man, and his age of forty seven didn't show.
'The time for revolution is ripe... Darn it, but I can't risk a civil war! India will fall like a house of cards if that happens! Something similar is going on in Italy... and think what is now? Glutius in Mediolanum, with the support of half the military, various warlords further south and in Rome splitting up the rest of the armed forces, French and their supporters in the west, Ottomans and their supporters in the east... And Caeser's loyalists on Corsica? And Iberian interventionists?
The "Italic Republic" is unlikely to become of influence, unless they ally with the other warlords. But that "Republic"'s ideals seems to be similar to what I want to do in India.'
On his right arm there was an elaborate tatoo. Back when he was young and fled the inheritance of his parents - the status of an "untouchable" - by hitchhicking on an European ship to Africa, he was captured by the local tribesmen some time after arriving to Port Lawrence, but was admitted into their tribe. The Mwebaktu. He vowed, along with them, to fight the European imperialism in Africa that came since the First Great War and the fall of the Sacred Zulu Empire. He changed from a petty thief who refused to wear a bell to a Warrior, he raided railroads and white settlements, harassed European "peacekeepers", massacred colonists and... fell in love. And then, on the fifth year of him belonging to that tribe, he was sent on a reconaissance mission. When he returned, he found out that his entire tribe was nerve gassed.
Then there was a year of mourning as a hermit, and he swore to avenge his tribe and his love by fighting the Eurosecs and fighting for the cause of the opressed everywhere. Only later did he realize that the opressed were too many, and even when liberated, they would opress the others... But for a while, he got a job, and travelled to Greece, and became a blockade runner for a failed Greek rebellion against the Turks in 1987. He was captured, and sent to work in the forced labour camps, and ran away, living with a Kurd tribe and fleeing with them to the Golden Horde territory. But the Golden Horde was not an utopia neither, and so he went on fighting there, fighting for different causes, ranging from the Cossack Resistance in the south to the Finnish Rebellion in the north, through the Kazakan, Polish, Rusin and even Ostgermannic uprisings. Six years he lived like this.
1994. Another Greek rebellion, and Petal got his scar on his right cheek back then, while fighting an Ottoman commando. The cause was lost, but he managed to flee along with the almost-formed Greek government-in-exile to Rome, much as he disliked it. He then went away to join with the Swiss "terrorrists" in DETH, hoping to take off the serpent's head in one strike. But that failed - the Eurosecs triumphed again. Yet it was during this time that he realized that not all Europeans were evil. The Eurosecs and their governments were, though.
It was in 1996 that he met Octavian. He wanted to join the "Italiot Coup" that was in the making, and so did Octavian, who, though loyal to the Emperor (or so he said), was rather disgusted with the Eurocouncil. No wonder. Rome was the lesser partner in the Triumvirate. The Italiot ring leaders were betrayed and executted. Luckily, Octavian did not fall under suspicion during the subsequent purges, and went on with his military career...
Petal was fairly sure that it was THAT Octavian. The same on who was now leading the rebellion in Italy. Though long an atheist, Petal thought nowadays that perhaps it was Fate.
...Petal then settled down in an Indian community in Naples. Somehow he managed to live there peacefully for over a year, working in the factory. But he could no longer constrain himself.
He decided now to move to his true home. That year in the Indian community brought him together with Viyadashi, an aging Indian nationalist who wanted to remvoe the Emperor and to make India "great again". Viyadashi spoke with him about India... and blamed him. He accused him of leaving India to fight wars elsewhere, of forgetting about his motherland, of abandoning his people. And though he was long opressed, he was opressed by the emperor and the nobility. NOT by the people. The people were opressed as well. He needed to go back. He needed to free them.
And since then, Petal went back to India, and attracted many followers, especially amongst the military which he joined. Along with them, he fought and lived through the rebellions in the south, and then in Punjab, and then in Nepal, and in Punjab again, and he felt as if he fought on the other side. AGAINST the rebels who, after all, were fighting for a righteous cause.
But he quelled it in himself. He turned himself into an Indian first and foremost. An Indian nationalist, who was not about to live with a crazy Emperor who distanced himself from the people.
India needed to be free. But it did not need to fall apart. That was why Petal wanted to make sure that he had the support of many people on whom he can call to prevent a civil war.
But the time was ripe. If the war will continue, the Sikhs would not only free himself from opression, but will proceed to conquer Delhi... and beyond. Multan fell. The frontlines were in disarray. The army was about to be routed. Petal needed to start the Revolution in India while there still was an India to start a Revolution in.
He turned on the radio again.
"The Emperor promises to repair the situation via decisive action and calls for the Indian people to volunteer..." - the government news anchor managed to exclaim before Petal contacted Nivaja again.
das
Regeneration In Process
We'll see. I am rather busy right now, but maybe later.
Communisto
Condottiere
what happened to all the other authors? it seems like its just me and das
Vanadorn
Motorcycling Paladin
Ugh - don't have enough time for my own thread, but I'll try to add something here later.
V
V
das
Regeneration In Process
One'd think NK would be quick to jump back in when the story switches to India...
Vanadorn
Motorcycling Paladin
The Atlantic Ocean was on fire.
Hundreds of thousands of gallons of fuel burned across the surface of the waves from Manahatta Island, along the Big Fish Island and the Massapequa Nations, and across every water as far as the eyes can see.
The great fleet of Aztec ships had slammed into the impacting joint navies of the Eurosec powers, not discriminating between Germanic, Romanic, or any of the other nation states vessels. Mighty aircraft carriers launched hundreds of brave feathered warriors into the sky, aiding the heavily strained Iroquois jets with their own impressive airforce.
Destroyers prowled the seas like schools of sharks, scouring every harbor, cove, and landing for any enemy ship daring to remain behind. Outdated but still powerful battleships engaged in ship to ship battles, their twenty four long barreled guns causing rented devastation to the embroiled European navies. German u-boats launched torpedoes, causing both the AMS Cruiser Jaguar and the AMS Battleship Chile to crack their keel and lay bleeding into the ocean.
In repayment for this insult, depth charges were hurled over board, filling the underwaves with concussive blasts; ripping through the pressurized hulls of the u-boats like tinfoil. Once the seas were cleared, Aztecian submarines returned the attacks on the fleeing German ships; their quieter nuclear reactor engines and more powerful screws making the silent running vessels a deadly addition to the battle at large.
Some transports stuck behind, desperate to either disgorge or retrieve what troops were still assaulting the Manahatta Island. Once their guiding escorts had been forced aside, they were easy pickings for the assaulting Aztec navies. Thousands of men died, sucked under the waters as their transports dipped beneath the surface; the powerful suction dragging the European soldiers to their death.
Acting in some conjunction with their seaborne cousins, the Iroquois forces drove their armored units hard against the beachheads and blockades the Eurosecs had established. Shells and bullets rained down with terrifying effects on the frantic invaders. What land had been lost was slowly and inexoriably retaken; one blood, tank gouged, filthy step at a time.
And through it all, the cries of Geronimo!, White Devil and One Land echoed over the land, the waves, and the air as the native borne peoples of the western hemisphere struggled to once again protect their borders from the crazed people from across the sea.
Hundreds of thousands of gallons of fuel burned across the surface of the waves from Manahatta Island, along the Big Fish Island and the Massapequa Nations, and across every water as far as the eyes can see.
The great fleet of Aztec ships had slammed into the impacting joint navies of the Eurosec powers, not discriminating between Germanic, Romanic, or any of the other nation states vessels. Mighty aircraft carriers launched hundreds of brave feathered warriors into the sky, aiding the heavily strained Iroquois jets with their own impressive airforce.
Destroyers prowled the seas like schools of sharks, scouring every harbor, cove, and landing for any enemy ship daring to remain behind. Outdated but still powerful battleships engaged in ship to ship battles, their twenty four long barreled guns causing rented devastation to the embroiled European navies. German u-boats launched torpedoes, causing both the AMS Cruiser Jaguar and the AMS Battleship Chile to crack their keel and lay bleeding into the ocean.
In repayment for this insult, depth charges were hurled over board, filling the underwaves with concussive blasts; ripping through the pressurized hulls of the u-boats like tinfoil. Once the seas were cleared, Aztecian submarines returned the attacks on the fleeing German ships; their quieter nuclear reactor engines and more powerful screws making the silent running vessels a deadly addition to the battle at large.
Some transports stuck behind, desperate to either disgorge or retrieve what troops were still assaulting the Manahatta Island. Once their guiding escorts had been forced aside, they were easy pickings for the assaulting Aztec navies. Thousands of men died, sucked under the waters as their transports dipped beneath the surface; the powerful suction dragging the European soldiers to their death.
Acting in some conjunction with their seaborne cousins, the Iroquois forces drove their armored units hard against the beachheads and blockades the Eurosecs had established. Shells and bullets rained down with terrifying effects on the frantic invaders. What land had been lost was slowly and inexoriably retaken; one blood, tank gouged, filthy step at a time.
And through it all, the cries of Geronimo!, White Devil and One Land echoed over the land, the waves, and the air as the native borne peoples of the western hemisphere struggled to once again protect their borders from the crazed people from across the sea.
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: I will begin working on the map soon.
IC:
BERLIN, GERMAN IMPERIAL REPUBLIC - NEUREICHSTAG - EUROCOUNCIL MEETING (FIRST BRANCH) - JANUARY 14TH 2013
Odabal was always amazed at the grandeur with which the capitals of the Triumvirate European States were built - although often, it only applied to the palaces and their immediate surroundings. The towering marble palace of Rome, the high-walled "Imperial City" within Paris... and Berlin. Majestic Berlin, an entire city redesigned back in 2000 AD, after the Dark Week which wiped out most of the buildings, the epitomy of everything Gothic. It had a powerful yet dark aura, much like the "Hitler Palaces" that illustrated an entire era in European Architecture. It was an amazing city... and it needed to be one, as it was to soon become the capital of Europe. Including Europe's honorary member state, Carthage.
Before now, "Europe" consisted of six official states, and an unofficial one, called DETH - the territory under direct Eurocouncil control, and under de facto rule of Valdemar Olafssen, a respectable member of the Eurocouncil. The six official ones were, ofcourse, Germany, France, Rome, Scandinavia, Carthage, Iberia. In that order. The former three were the powerhouses of Europe, the points of the triangle that was European powerbalance. The Great Triumvirate. Scandinavia was a German puppet state, Iberia was Roman, Carthage - French. De-jure independant, de-facto under strict control. Until now.
In the light of the recent development, the diplomatic and intrige ability of President Otto Bismarck was all the talk in the highest social and political circles. The American War was the most convenient distraction, the failures in it and the (probably provoked) irrationality of Joan d'Arc and Julius Caeser led to their overthrowal. France was ruled by a megalomaniac ruler who already lost half of his metropoly after losing a large part of the army to the defenses in the DETH, and another significant part of his army tied down in Italy, unable to advance or retreat due to constant guerrila raids. Rome... It collapsed into civil war.
Only now did Bismarck finally put the cards on the table. Only now did he summon the puppet rulers of Scandinavia, Carthage and Iberia, along with the First Branch Eurocouncil members to his capital. The capital of the Zollverein.
All that happened before... Odabal remembered that he played a large part in Bismarck's plans. The French embassy was stormed, French communities were massacred by angry mobs assisted by Carthaginian troops. Napoleon X did not even dare reply - by then, he already realized what was happening. Just as the German panzers entered Paris, while the new German cruise missiles crippled the Ottoman Adriatic Fleet and the ERAF, promptly recalled from North America and barely escaping Mesoamerican pursuit, already threw the Ottoman forces in Dalmatia in disarray. Enemies of Europe are Enemies of the Republic, Bismarck proudly exclaimed, and the Enemies of Bismarck were being crushed, both external and internal, both militarily and politically.
This was the hour of triumph.
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Bismarck called the meeting to attention.
"Honorable members of the Eurocouncil: greetings to Berlin.
First and foremost, I would like to dismiss all rumors of Germany now asserting control over all of Europe. Nein. I simply want to ask that I and the German government are given the primary organizational and coordinatory role in the Eurocouncil and amongst its nations, until the current criseses are solved - one way or another.
This is a hard time for Europe, but we are determined, industrious and inventive. We are Europeans. We ARE ABLE to struggle through, and, I believe, we will do just that, in spite of all those who want to see us fail. Ottomans, Iroquois, Aztecs, Chinese, Mongols... they are unable to crush the European fighting spirit, no matter how much they try.
The current war is a just one, and victory shall be ours..."
And as Bismarck spoke, the gunner, a former member of the French Inquisition, was getting into position...
IC:
BERLIN, GERMAN IMPERIAL REPUBLIC - NEUREICHSTAG - EUROCOUNCIL MEETING (FIRST BRANCH) - JANUARY 14TH 2013
Odabal was always amazed at the grandeur with which the capitals of the Triumvirate European States were built - although often, it only applied to the palaces and their immediate surroundings. The towering marble palace of Rome, the high-walled "Imperial City" within Paris... and Berlin. Majestic Berlin, an entire city redesigned back in 2000 AD, after the Dark Week which wiped out most of the buildings, the epitomy of everything Gothic. It had a powerful yet dark aura, much like the "Hitler Palaces" that illustrated an entire era in European Architecture. It was an amazing city... and it needed to be one, as it was to soon become the capital of Europe. Including Europe's honorary member state, Carthage.
Before now, "Europe" consisted of six official states, and an unofficial one, called DETH - the territory under direct Eurocouncil control, and under de facto rule of Valdemar Olafssen, a respectable member of the Eurocouncil. The six official ones were, ofcourse, Germany, France, Rome, Scandinavia, Carthage, Iberia. In that order. The former three were the powerhouses of Europe, the points of the triangle that was European powerbalance. The Great Triumvirate. Scandinavia was a German puppet state, Iberia was Roman, Carthage - French. De-jure independant, de-facto under strict control. Until now.
In the light of the recent development, the diplomatic and intrige ability of President Otto Bismarck was all the talk in the highest social and political circles. The American War was the most convenient distraction, the failures in it and the (probably provoked) irrationality of Joan d'Arc and Julius Caeser led to their overthrowal. France was ruled by a megalomaniac ruler who already lost half of his metropoly after losing a large part of the army to the defenses in the DETH, and another significant part of his army tied down in Italy, unable to advance or retreat due to constant guerrila raids. Rome... It collapsed into civil war.
Only now did Bismarck finally put the cards on the table. Only now did he summon the puppet rulers of Scandinavia, Carthage and Iberia, along with the First Branch Eurocouncil members to his capital. The capital of the Zollverein.
All that happened before... Odabal remembered that he played a large part in Bismarck's plans. The French embassy was stormed, French communities were massacred by angry mobs assisted by Carthaginian troops. Napoleon X did not even dare reply - by then, he already realized what was happening. Just as the German panzers entered Paris, while the new German cruise missiles crippled the Ottoman Adriatic Fleet and the ERAF, promptly recalled from North America and barely escaping Mesoamerican pursuit, already threw the Ottoman forces in Dalmatia in disarray. Enemies of Europe are Enemies of the Republic, Bismarck proudly exclaimed, and the Enemies of Bismarck were being crushed, both external and internal, both militarily and politically.
This was the hour of triumph.
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Bismarck called the meeting to attention.
"Honorable members of the Eurocouncil: greetings to Berlin.
First and foremost, I would like to dismiss all rumors of Germany now asserting control over all of Europe. Nein. I simply want to ask that I and the German government are given the primary organizational and coordinatory role in the Eurocouncil and amongst its nations, until the current criseses are solved - one way or another.
This is a hard time for Europe, but we are determined, industrious and inventive. We are Europeans. We ARE ABLE to struggle through, and, I believe, we will do just that, in spite of all those who want to see us fail. Ottomans, Iroquois, Aztecs, Chinese, Mongols... they are unable to crush the European fighting spirit, no matter how much they try.
The current war is a just one, and victory shall be ours..."
And as Bismarck spoke, the gunner, a former member of the French Inquisition, was getting into position...
Communisto
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Ivanov Pratuski raised his rifle up a few notches and fitted the scope to accomidate his distance. He looked over his shoulder quickly just to make sure. Good. His men were in their positions. How dare the fascist pig insult the motherland. Republic? What republic? Did the council know of the mascre at kursk? Or the secret occupation of Finland? He think not.
'Ivan hurry up the secs will find us soon.' said Oleg as he watched the hall for guards.
'Hold on, ive almost got him.' Ivan aimed for Bismark's eyes, took a deep breathe and pulled the trigger. The crack of the rifle echoed through the rally hall.
The bullet whizzed and thudded into the Chancellor's skull. The steel entered just above the eye, pushing through cartilage and bouncing back into the brain. Otto fell head first onto the podium, his arms dangled over the wooden frame as blood leaked from his broken head. The croud screamed and scattered.
'let's get out'
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Sakib woke hours later to the screams of the wounded. A blood covered doctor was there to greet him. But not for long, he simply yelled 'This one's alive' and moved on. Sakib sat up and rubbed his throbbing head. He turned to see his grisled Sargeant hand him a rifle. Sakib reloaded the weapon.
'Get up.' he said. Sakib struggled and followed his officer out of the med tent and was surprised to find himself in a trench system. He followed the man through a maze of sandbagged 7 foot deep holes. All the while passing desperate looking soldiers. He ducked as a shell exploded over head.
'after the Indies pushed us out of Marharatajhs' His sargeant began. 'we retreated some 60 miles eastward. Word came of a camelry charge and victory in the south but that news wouldn't help us.' Sakib stepped over a dead comrade. 'We marched for about an hour, while you were on a stretcher, and found a com base with about 20 garrisoning it. We took the base and patched in the commlink. I remember the indian saying over the link "What is your position do you need assistance?"' Sarge turned and laughed. 'i said "Hello capitalist pig dog. I am Yusuf and I am telling you now, lay down your arms and surrender to the glory of Punjab."' he began to walk again, pausing only to enfasize his points.'Well, it turns out that was General Takara and he would never have known we were here until i said my little monolouge. So he sends 34,000 indians here and two artillery regiments. We are surrounded Sakib."
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The man next to Sakib fell with a bullet in his head. Sakib raised his rifle and put two rounds into the shooter. He fell back down into the trench. While reloading his rifle he heard a sharp whistle from the enemy trench. He looked up to see a line of indians charging towards the Sikh trench. All of Sakibs fellows raised their weapons and mowed down the line. Whoops and yells eminated from the Sikh position. Then they heard a low thud as an artillery shell flew towards them.
'Duck'
everyone hit the ground and waited for the esplosion. But as the shell hit the ground it did not explode, yet a strange cloud began to billow into the trenches. When a sikh was envelloped by the shroud and he visibly began to rot, sakib dropped his rifle and ran.
'Ivan hurry up the secs will find us soon.' said Oleg as he watched the hall for guards.
'Hold on, ive almost got him.' Ivan aimed for Bismark's eyes, took a deep breathe and pulled the trigger. The crack of the rifle echoed through the rally hall.
The bullet whizzed and thudded into the Chancellor's skull. The steel entered just above the eye, pushing through cartilage and bouncing back into the brain. Otto fell head first onto the podium, his arms dangled over the wooden frame as blood leaked from his broken head. The croud screamed and scattered.
'let's get out'
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Sakib woke hours later to the screams of the wounded. A blood covered doctor was there to greet him. But not for long, he simply yelled 'This one's alive' and moved on. Sakib sat up and rubbed his throbbing head. He turned to see his grisled Sargeant hand him a rifle. Sakib reloaded the weapon.
'Get up.' he said. Sakib struggled and followed his officer out of the med tent and was surprised to find himself in a trench system. He followed the man through a maze of sandbagged 7 foot deep holes. All the while passing desperate looking soldiers. He ducked as a shell exploded over head.
'after the Indies pushed us out of Marharatajhs' His sargeant began. 'we retreated some 60 miles eastward. Word came of a camelry charge and victory in the south but that news wouldn't help us.' Sakib stepped over a dead comrade. 'We marched for about an hour, while you were on a stretcher, and found a com base with about 20 garrisoning it. We took the base and patched in the commlink. I remember the indian saying over the link "What is your position do you need assistance?"' Sarge turned and laughed. 'i said "Hello capitalist pig dog. I am Yusuf and I am telling you now, lay down your arms and surrender to the glory of Punjab."' he began to walk again, pausing only to enfasize his points.'Well, it turns out that was General Takara and he would never have known we were here until i said my little monolouge. So he sends 34,000 indians here and two artillery regiments. We are surrounded Sakib."
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The man next to Sakib fell with a bullet in his head. Sakib raised his rifle and put two rounds into the shooter. He fell back down into the trench. While reloading his rifle he heard a sharp whistle from the enemy trench. He looked up to see a line of indians charging towards the Sikh trench. All of Sakibs fellows raised their weapons and mowed down the line. Whoops and yells eminated from the Sikh position. Then they heard a low thud as an artillery shell flew towards them.
'Duck'
everyone hit the ground and waited for the esplosion. But as the shell hit the ground it did not explode, yet a strange cloud began to billow into the trenches. When a sikh was envelloped by the shroud and he visibly began to rot, sakib dropped his rifle and ran.
das
Regeneration In Process
I have the first version of the map ready... it doesn't have cities, but has all nations and frontlines.
I understand that most of it is still open to discussion, such as Germany/Golden Horde borders, what the hell is going on Italy and so on.
Furthermore, I believe that a "snapshot" picture of the world might be in order. I will take care of it, if you want, but ofcourse I will be open to all suggestions and comments.
I understand that most of it is still open to discussion, such as Germany/Golden Horde borders, what the hell is going on Italy and so on.
Furthermore, I believe that a "snapshot" picture of the world might be in order. I will take care of it, if you want, but ofcourse I will be open to all suggestions and comments.
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miRageR said:
ha ha ha, ya i know i was wrighting at one point and was gonna use a slang for the Eurosecs like the germans are krauts and the japanese are japs and the british are brits. I was going to write it and found that the word 'secs' didnt quite bring the punch i was looking for
Ack, I'm in a hurry, so I'll just post my notes right now
- Iroquios at war with Europeans. Iroquois started war?
- Iroquois have alliances with other Americans
- Manhattan, Aphewa, Yamae, Tuscar, and Salamanca in ruins from bombings
- Hiawatha try to comfort
- Germans have more casualties than Iroquois
- Romans try to attack Oil Springs, but Iroquois counter with advanced warning
- Caeser kill Trajan, his military genius, because he thinks Trajan leaked the information
- Europeans attempting to control Chinese technology
- Captive Roman Maximus interrogated by Iroquois. Reveal that they were trying to take Cattaraugus to get Uranium
- Inuits enter German missile silo in Greenland and blow it up (sent by Iroquois?)
- Fifth Branch Eurocouncil plan destabilization of Germany
- Hiawatha in Air Force against European invaders?
- Four Japanese ninjas attempt to assasinate Wang Ming...it was really from the Fifth Branch Eurocouncil
- Iroquois developing Manhattan Project
- Ottoman advanced towards Rome
- Germans head towards Manhattan Project
- Caeser pull out of Iroquois and face Ottomans
- Aztecs pull into Iroquois wawr on their side, with a very big navy
- Ottomans try to ally France with them against Rome
- Romans bombard Istanbul
- Ottomans, in return, release nerve gas over Ravenna and blow up bombard Napoli with battleships
- China finally declares war and allys with Iroquois
- Iroquois attacking Spain (Iberia) at Incan lands, and China join attack
- Roman Terrorist Groups ("Legions") attack Ottoman front in skirmishes
- Glutius, Trajan's replacement, assassinates Caeser in coordination with Fifth Branch Eurocouncil
- Napolean X, representing France agrees to join Ottomans in attacking Rome
- Ottomans plan to attack Rome from south
- Napolean overthrows Joan of Arc
- French destroy spying Eurosec satellites
- Loyal-to-Caeser Romans conceive of Mediterranian Revolution, including Carthage and Greece, against French and Ottomans
- Germans bomb Iroquois barracks, but are killed off. More come to the Mississippi
- In India, the Punjab resistance center in Fort Marharatajhs is attacked by the government
- A man named Petal rises in the revolutionaries
- Iroquios at war with Europeans. Iroquois started war?
- Iroquois have alliances with other Americans
- Manhattan, Aphewa, Yamae, Tuscar, and Salamanca in ruins from bombings
- Hiawatha try to comfort
- Germans have more casualties than Iroquois
- Romans try to attack Oil Springs, but Iroquois counter with advanced warning
- Caeser kill Trajan, his military genius, because he thinks Trajan leaked the information
- Europeans attempting to control Chinese technology
- Captive Roman Maximus interrogated by Iroquois. Reveal that they were trying to take Cattaraugus to get Uranium
- Inuits enter German missile silo in Greenland and blow it up (sent by Iroquois?)
- Fifth Branch Eurocouncil plan destabilization of Germany
- Hiawatha in Air Force against European invaders?
- Four Japanese ninjas attempt to assasinate Wang Ming...it was really from the Fifth Branch Eurocouncil
- Iroquois developing Manhattan Project
- Ottoman advanced towards Rome
- Germans head towards Manhattan Project
- Caeser pull out of Iroquois and face Ottomans
- Aztecs pull into Iroquois wawr on their side, with a very big navy
- Ottomans try to ally France with them against Rome
- Romans bombard Istanbul
- Ottomans, in return, release nerve gas over Ravenna and blow up bombard Napoli with battleships
- China finally declares war and allys with Iroquois
- Iroquois attacking Spain (Iberia) at Incan lands, and China join attack
- Roman Terrorist Groups ("Legions") attack Ottoman front in skirmishes
- Glutius, Trajan's replacement, assassinates Caeser in coordination with Fifth Branch Eurocouncil
- Napolean X, representing France agrees to join Ottomans in attacking Rome
- Ottomans plan to attack Rome from south
- Napolean overthrows Joan of Arc
- French destroy spying Eurosec satellites
- Loyal-to-Caeser Romans conceive of Mediterranian Revolution, including Carthage and Greece, against French and Ottomans
- Germans bomb Iroquois barracks, but are killed off. More come to the Mississippi
- In India, the Punjab resistance center in Fort Marharatajhs is attacked by the government
- A man named Petal rises in the revolutionaries
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seems about right
das
Regeneration In Process
Technically, it was a commonly-accepted abbervation for "European Security". You can expect some of those who don't like the Eurocouncil to use that "translation", though. 
MSTK - good work! Some notes:
Iroquois, the way I see it, attacked the Incans to liberate the Chibchu peoples from cruel oppression or grab some rubber, depending on your viewpoint. Europeans backed the Incans.
They seem to have allied with the Aztecs later on.
Well, that too is the way I see it, but IMHO the Inuits are one of the "twenty nations".
Not just Germany. Although Germany as well, naturally.
That part confused me too. Probably a namesake...
Not sure if they even knew it...
Btw, who's going to type the "Berlin got nuked" chapter?
Rather, Iberians and Incans were counterattacking, and China saved the Iroquois.
From what I see, the Sikhs are on the offensive. They also took Multan, and are advancing dangerously close towards Delhi.
MSTK - good work! Some notes:
Iroquois, the way I see it, attacked the Incans to liberate the Chibchu peoples from cruel oppression or grab some rubber, depending on your viewpoint. Europeans backed the Incans.
They seem to have allied with the Aztecs later on.
Well, that too is the way I see it, but IMHO the Inuits are one of the "twenty nations".
Not just Germany. Although Germany as well, naturally.
That part confused me too. Probably a namesake...
Not sure if they even knew it...
Btw, who's going to type the "Berlin got nuked" chapter?
Rather, Iberians and Incans were counterattacking, and China saved the Iroquois.
From what I see, the Sikhs are on the offensive. They also took Multan, and are advancing dangerously close towards Delhi.
das
Regeneration In Process
Just say that there is confused fighting, though its probably the Sikhs who are on the offensive.
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