Are there are any techs, features, etc. that really need revision?
Ban sneak attacks. Seriously.
SonicTH said:
Also: alternate timeline is a MUST
Earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! King george and china shall return!!!!!!!!!!!
SonicTH said:
but should it be on Earth or made up world?
NEW WORLD PLOX
Before I start on the epilogue proper, I've got some backlogged RP I mean to get out of the way first. Bear with me.
This was intended for two turns ago:
The Union was back on the high seas.
No sector of the military had been so utterly devastated by the cataclysm as the Federal Navy. The Schism had cost it the northern shipyards and portions of the fleet, both scuttled to prevent their capture. The general upheaval forced the remaining ships into the nearest friendly ports, where they were salvaged for critical machinery. Nearly all the schematics survived, fortunately, although with the newest classes based on pre-Cataclysm industrial capacity, the likelihood of returning what was once the pride of the Pacific to its former prestige within even twenty years seemed nigh-impossible.
Guangdong proved invaluable to facilitating the first steps back into the water; even if its own naval ambitions were modest, the country’s financial and industrial clout assured the expertise for getting the Union-leased drydocks fully operational. The joint venture had stimulated crucial high-skill jobs in both states, and as China’s economic prospects brightened, Xining looked to partner with other coastal governments for identical projects.
The launch of reconstituted First and Second Fleets could not have come at a more fortuitous moment. Even if neither Philippine government publicly voiced its antagonism, there was a general understanding that the two states were on the barest of speaking terms. The recent uprising in the Republic might provide enough motivation for the South to hazard a strike, and given the usual suspects’ sustained assault on UN functionality, international intervention might not arrive in time. After consultation with the Director-General, the Prime Minister held an emergency session of Parliament, and a motion to send peacekeepers was ratified. The call for an intervention force was then floated through every embassy in the region, but alas, only Sumatra was in a fit state to respond.
To Karađorđević’s “regionalists”, the motion would have confounded. The Philippines were thousands of kilometres from Xining, not especially noteworthy, and had no diplomatic relations that would prompt such an intervention; to commit troops to such a faraway state during such turbulent times at home seemed illogical. But then, that was regionalist logic. Katter could spew all the venom he liked, but the international ideal was
not dead; and now that Russia had made its global designs unmistakable, the embers of solidarity were quickly stoked back into full flame. Besides, pragmatically speaking, China had little to lose and everything to gain: support for the Philippine government at such a critical juncture would almost certainly facilitate future relations.
The fleet had made the whole venture possible. They were old designs—like so much else, downscaled out of industrial necessity—but the ships had proven themselves before, and what few vessels the rebels had scrounged were outclassed either way. The flagship was new: akin to what the 20th-Century Germans called “pocket battleships”, it was a frigate with the firepower of a battlecruiser. Outfitted with the latest radar and sonar suites, half of which were experimental, that one ship alone had cost a third of the years’ budget. The admiralty didn’t expect it or the rest of the fleet to
see action: its only
real purpose was to escort the transports. Nevertheless, after over a decade of land-lock, there were more than a few seamen eager to show off, and sailing into a foreign port with a shiny new boat was the perfect way to do it.
As the First Fleet made its way to Manila, a man was sitting in his office back in Xining, thumbing through the schematics that were intended to be laid down twenty years ago. The
Leviathan-class was his favourite, even if it was ambitious almost to the point of impracticality. In brief, a submersible battleship, built from that new alloy developed back in 2853 so it could withstand deep-sea pressure despite all its nobby bits. Armed with torpedoes, surface guns, and a SAM complement, if engineering could figure out how to rig a flight deck it would render almost every other vessel obsolete. Scale models
suggested it would work, but preliminary prototypes had thus far proven prohibitively expensive.
Another bizarre design he’d dug up was the
Hydra-class, a floating fortress masquerading as a full convoy. It was the modular catamarans taken to their most absurd extreme, resembling a drowned UFO more than a naval vessel. The ship was surprisingly well-designed from a structural standpoint, but proved so large that it was impossible to build the thing without a dedicated, uniquely-tailored assembly site, and none of the coastal countries were in a fit state to establish such a facility. It was actually cheaper than the
Leviathan-class, although even
his eccentric mind couldn’t figure out how anyone had been inspired to actually draft such a thing.
He flipped back to the humbler blueprints. R&D might have proven its generous funding wasn’t for naught, but at the end of the day, the fleet was always carried by the “stock ships”; besides, with the innovations of last century, even the escorts were packing more strategic firepower than cruisers half a millennium ago. If the spy network was to be believed, a pack of their little sea wolves could still outclass entire battle groups of most of the rest of the world. For now, quantity trumped quality, not that the latter was lacking.
According to the Director-General’s memo, the fleet wasn’t needed for
front-line engagement, after all...