NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.
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A young boy rushes up to Colonel Acevedo in his barracks above the city of Valparaíso. He is flushed from running and bears a letter in his hand.
"What is it? What news do you bring?" the Colonel asks, wondering what news so urgent could possibly be born by the youngster. Perhaps the Portuguese are crossing the Andes, as they must eventually.
The boy paused to catch his breath, then blushed at the pause and spoke, "No news, sir, but a letter given to me by a soldier on the outskirts of town. He said he had to leave for the north immediately to deliver letters to others. I cannot read, sir, so I cannot tell you whom it is from."
"I see. Tell this soldiers, if you see him again, that I have received his letters. Oh, and wait-" The colonel shuffled papers on the table before raising his gaze again and finishing, "Here, take two silvers for your devotion."
The boy's eyes shone. "Thank you, sir," he responded, blushing furiously again before rushing out.
Colonel Acevedo's eyes turned toward the letter. What might General Vega have to say? I had presumed him killed in when the Portuguese burned Buenos Aires. He hummed to himself for a moment before breaking the seal--the Viceroy's seal, he noted--and pulling forth the general's urgent missive.
The colonel smiled. Finally, a leader with spine. Perhaps the Portuguese would not cross the Andes after all. He stood and marched suddenly from the room, seeking to round up the garrison.
"For where do we head, Colonel? Have the Portuguese come at last?"
"No. We head across the mountains, for Córdoba."
"What is it? What news do you bring?" the Colonel asks, wondering what news so urgent could possibly be born by the youngster. Perhaps the Portuguese are crossing the Andes, as they must eventually.
The boy paused to catch his breath, then blushed at the pause and spoke, "No news, sir, but a letter given to me by a soldier on the outskirts of town. He said he had to leave for the north immediately to deliver letters to others. I cannot read, sir, so I cannot tell you whom it is from."
"I see. Tell this soldiers, if you see him again, that I have received his letters. Oh, and wait-" The colonel shuffled papers on the table before raising his gaze again and finishing, "Here, take two silvers for your devotion."
The boy's eyes shone. "Thank you, sir," he responded, blushing furiously again before rushing out.
Colonel Acevedo's eyes turned toward the letter. What might General Vega have to say? I had presumed him killed in when the Portuguese burned Buenos Aires. He hummed to himself for a moment before breaking the seal--the Viceroy's seal, he noted--and pulling forth the general's urgent missive.
The colonel smiled. Finally, a leader with spine. Perhaps the Portuguese would not cross the Andes after all. He stood and marched suddenly from the room, seeking to round up the garrison.
"For where do we head, Colonel? Have the Portuguese come at last?"
"No. We head across the mountains, for Córdoba."
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Does anybody else want to rebell in Portugal? Your fate will obviously be much different then that of the Zulu...
The Great war had started, his father, the architect of such war was dead. Frederick was an able officer in the army, but did not have the confidence of his father. Nontheless he was a von Dunkelheit, and much was expected of him. He had a troubled childhood, his father for the most part neglected him, and his mother died early in his life. He spoke several languages, mostly German and French. Little known is the fact that his mother was a middle class woman from Paris. Her name was Marie Josephine Lumière and she worked on a Caffee in downtown Paris. She meet Iosef while he was visiting on vacation. Back then Iosef was a cavalry officer. He was the sole heir of a formerly Aristocratic family that maintained its status though investments in the booming market of Steel & Cement.
Marie and Iosef would marry in Paris (partly because his Prussian background would have never allowed him to marry a catholic). They lived in France for three years until Marie was pregnant, and after several word fights, Iosef forced her to move back with him to Prussia. He would not allow his child, and heir of his fortune to be a citizen of France. Shortly after arriving at the von Dunkelheit state, Marie gave birth to twins. However one of them died shortly after Birth. Marie was devastated, and went into a very long depresive state that drover her into suicide. Her husband, Iosef, was too busy in the many wars of Wittlin and eventually in the floors of legislation. He never noticed the state of which his wife was, he was even rumored to have extra-marital affairs while on campaigns.
After Marie's death, Frederick would spend long months w/out the presence of any of his parent. He however was visited from his father when it was possible. War souveniers were often brought to his son. One time a sword captured still had some blood on it, and Iosef tried to clean it before giving it away.
When he was old enough Frederick was sent to the Prussian war academy. He changed his name so he could prove to his father that any status he achieved was not due to his name.
His name. There was something about him that he noticed, this aura and feeling. Something was wrong in the blood that moved through his veins. He felt different, but perhaps it was simply the years of solitude and harships from childhood. Now the name he grew up hating was the only thing he had left. He was a von Dunkelheit, and he didnt have a choice. He felt it as his destiny to at least try to save Krakow.
The dark side of Iosef von Dunkelheit was not known outside, He was remembered almost as a saint and perhaps worshiped as such. These little facts would never appear in a history book...
Marie and Iosef would marry in Paris (partly because his Prussian background would have never allowed him to marry a catholic). They lived in France for three years until Marie was pregnant, and after several word fights, Iosef forced her to move back with him to Prussia. He would not allow his child, and heir of his fortune to be a citizen of France. Shortly after arriving at the von Dunkelheit state, Marie gave birth to twins. However one of them died shortly after Birth. Marie was devastated, and went into a very long depresive state that drover her into suicide. Her husband, Iosef, was too busy in the many wars of Wittlin and eventually in the floors of legislation. He never noticed the state of which his wife was, he was even rumored to have extra-marital affairs while on campaigns.
After Marie's death, Frederick would spend long months w/out the presence of any of his parent. He however was visited from his father when it was possible. War souveniers were often brought to his son. One time a sword captured still had some blood on it, and Iosef tried to clean it before giving it away.
When he was old enough Frederick was sent to the Prussian war academy. He changed his name so he could prove to his father that any status he achieved was not due to his name.
His name. There was something about him that he noticed, this aura and feeling. Something was wrong in the blood that moved through his veins. He felt different, but perhaps it was simply the years of solitude and harships from childhood. Now the name he grew up hating was the only thing he had left. He was a von Dunkelheit, and he didnt have a choice. He felt it as his destiny to at least try to save Krakow.
The dark side of Iosef von Dunkelheit was not known outside, He was remembered almost as a saint and perhaps worshiped as such. These little facts would never appear in a history book...
Wubba360
Emperor
tossi said:
What do you mean by this exactly. I put up a good fight for what I had at my disposal.
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
The point is that you can not win a rebellion against a World Power without foreign support.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Awww... fine. I still protest seeing as I WAS sending orders when he called it, and did send an order set. So my 20 minutes will be disregarded, rightdas said:
I thought you were yelling at a certain power "pretending to be your friend", but who, in reality, was supplying the Zulu resistance, and who would be able to erase the debt if they sent a hundred thousand men to squash the Zulu resistance once and for all...tossi said:
You know what? For once, I'm not invading anyone, launching a major operation, destroying something, going through a rebellion, or any of that stuff! It's like...quiet. Too quiet...
Dunkelheit's boys are probably going to try to invade Byzantium (by which I mean territory controlled by the government headquartered in that city), won't they?...
Dachspmg said:You know what? For once, I'm not invading anyone, launching a major operation, destroying something, going through a rebellion, or any of that stuff! It's like...quiet. Too quiet...
Dunkelheit's boys are probably going to try to invade Byzantium (by which I mean territory controlled by the government headquartered in that city), won't they?...
did you give our land back? nope, you are invading us. altough we arent really doing anything to you this turn. If i do survive the turn, then you will face the wrath and curse of the von Dunkelheit family
Insane_Panda
Deity
Whatever hurts Spain more, das. 
The independent Galician state was meant to be a Spanish satellite anyways.
The independent Galician state was meant to be a Spanish satellite anyways.
Insane_Panda
Deity
Does it have 18 EC's? I think not
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Insane_Panda said:Does it have 18 EC's? I think not
Maybe, it was a twenty year project
after all.
Insane_Panda
Deity
Well, 64 divisions is quite a considerable force. And fret not, theres another 84 where those came from! (though those might be tied up elsewhere..
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Insane_Panda
Deity
MEMOIRES DE GUERRE
"Toute ma vie, je me suis fait une certaine idée de la France."
"All of my life, I have had a certain idea of France."
- Julien-François I, King of the French
"Toute ma vie, je me suis fait une certaine idée de la France."
"All of my life, I have had a certain idea of France."
- Julien-François I, King of the French
Military men stood and sat, huddled together around a giant mahogany table in the state room of the Tuileries palace. Smoke rose from their dozens of cigars, filling the room with their pungent smell. Maps covered the table, and throughout the room, a sense of general chaos was to be felt. At the end of the table, standing over a vast map of Europe, stood Julien-François. Little blue markers outlined the positions of the french armies, and arrows outlined with ink showed their movements. The King, dressed in ordinary military attire, ran his hands accross the map, directing the little markers, then recalling them, formulating vast campaigns within his mind. The war in Spain had most certaintly been won, yes, but where to next? - Europe, afterall, must be protected. He mused the question to himself for a moment, but suddenly, amidst the humdrum of the state room, the doors opened and closed with a loud noise. It was a messenger, his face red with exertion and his uniform wrinkled from wear. He held in his hand a telegram, and, waving it triumphantly in the air, he declared -
"C'est finit! The Spanish have surrendered!" And so it was over.
The generals, though they knew this was coming far before the official announcement, were overcome with an excitement, and began their cheers and embraces. This war, though a good war, though it was needed, was finally over, and now they would have peace.
However, at the end of the table, Julien-François was still looming, having merely caught the messenger at the corner of his eye before returning to his map. He knew there would be peace, and he could care less. His eyes swept over the map oncemore, fingers directing their blue markers to and fro. To him, it was not over.
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Outside of the Tuileries palace, under the shadow of the state room balcony, stood a vast crowd, gathered here for what they knew was to be a momentous occasion. People of all classes, color, and creed shuffled together in the summer heat, jostling for the best view of the balcony. It was a wonderful spectacle, the crowd. In one instance, an ancient veteran, who had seen service in the German war, weeped as he stared in awe at the Balcony. In another, children danced around a flag, waving it triumphantly in the air as their parents looked on approvingly. Men, women, and children moved together in one mass, with one thought. Suddenly, the door opened, a Gendarme hoisting up the fleur de lys while throwing to the crowd a Spanish flag. It was victory. A roar was heard, and yet, after the Gendarme had left, retreating back indoors, it died down, and silence prevailed, eagerly awaiting the next arrival.
Nonetheless, they were quite excited. This war was not simply the King's war, it was France's war, and ever since the beginning, French patriotism had been on the rise. Rallies erupted throughout the kingdom, and effigies of Rodequiz I were burned. The people, rightly, did not doubt the power of France, rather, they praised it, invested in it with their hearts, and soon they would be told the profits of their investment.
And then, with a triumphant welcoming of cheers and screams, Julien-François, King of the French, stepped out onto the balcony, gesturing both arms upwards into the sky as if he were to recieve a blessing.
"Citizens of France! Today is a glorious day. It is your day, it is France's day! I have come upon the knowledge that those which have sought, for so long, to challange our position as the arbiter of Europe, are now defeated, surrendering in humilitiation. Your victory is a glorious one, and your sacrifice has borne many rewards. France, due to your support, is now today stronger than ever before, and continues her ascendency. You, the common man, with your blood, sweat, and toil have made our great Kingdom as it is today, and you, having worked so hard, deserve what is rightfully yours - and that is the right to prosperity, and the right to security.
However, though our victory is tremendous, it is not complete, for beyond Spain there are simply more nations seeking to take her place. France, as the protector of the European peoples and the values of civilization, must remain vigilant towards threats both within and without. We cannot simply relax our guard because one enemy is defeated, instead, we must be evermore watchful, evermore careful. France, with her wealth and her standing, resides atop an envied throne, and if we are to retain our position, we must carefully guard what we hold dear. War, though it is a terrible thing, is a sad neccessity in these troubled times. France, if she is to remain strong, must maintain her military. Yet now is not the time for such sad musings, now is the time to rejoice! We have defeated our enemies, and we have secured our wealth. Riches flow from all the corners of our vast domain, and you, the people, remain a proud and noble race. As Italians, Frenchmen, Catalonians, and Dutch, we must never loose sight of our common European heritage, and we must never loose sight of what has lead us to rule the world with such benevolent grace.
If we, the protectors of what is right in the world, are to maintain our strong watch, we must send the following message to those who would seek to usurp us - this, our war with Spain, is not the end, no, it is merely the beginning, for we, being the glorious Frenchmen and Europeans as we are, have not yet begun to fight!
C'est l'Europe, depuis l'Atlantique jusqu'à le Danube, c'est toute l'Europe, qui décidera du destin du monde! [1]
It is Europe, from the Atlantic to the Danube, it is all of Europe, who will decide the fate of the world! "
However, though our victory is tremendous, it is not complete, for beyond Spain there are simply more nations seeking to take her place. France, as the protector of the European peoples and the values of civilization, must remain vigilant towards threats both within and without. We cannot simply relax our guard because one enemy is defeated, instead, we must be evermore watchful, evermore careful. France, with her wealth and her standing, resides atop an envied throne, and if we are to retain our position, we must carefully guard what we hold dear. War, though it is a terrible thing, is a sad neccessity in these troubled times. France, if she is to remain strong, must maintain her military. Yet now is not the time for such sad musings, now is the time to rejoice! We have defeated our enemies, and we have secured our wealth. Riches flow from all the corners of our vast domain, and you, the people, remain a proud and noble race. As Italians, Frenchmen, Catalonians, and Dutch, we must never loose sight of our common European heritage, and we must never loose sight of what has lead us to rule the world with such benevolent grace.
If we, the protectors of what is right in the world, are to maintain our strong watch, we must send the following message to those who would seek to usurp us - this, our war with Spain, is not the end, no, it is merely the beginning, for we, being the glorious Frenchmen and Europeans as we are, have not yet begun to fight!
C'est l'Europe, depuis l'Atlantique jusqu'à le Danube, c'est toute l'Europe, qui décidera du destin du monde! [1]
It is Europe, from the Atlantic to the Danube, it is all of Europe, who will decide the fate of the world! "
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Some hours after the speech had ended, and after the crowds had left, Julien-François and Ernest Daudet were alone in the Stateroom. The room, once seemingly small with the presence of dozens of men, now seemed huge, the high ceiling windows and doors providing an ominous late-afternoon light.
"So, Daudet, is it done?" The King asked, not once lifting his gaze from those maps which still filled the table.
"Oui. It is done." The prime minister answered, looking out the balcony door and onto the view of Paris. His hands were clapsed together, and he seemed to be nervous.
"Good. It is time that our enemies learn to reap what they sow, and it is time the world learns the true power of France."
The king left the room, yet Daudet stayed. The Prime minister crossed his arms, furrowed his brow, and to himself, spoke thusly -
"What has become of our King?"
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[1] - If you can tell me who this quote is from, you shall get francophile points. The original quote said the Urals instead of the Danube, but, for obvious reasons, I have taken the Urals out of this and adjusted it.
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
C'était Charles de Gaullle.
Insane_Panda
Deity
Francophile points for you!
Welllll....stalin006 said:
If you want to stand on legal technicalities, this is not the act of invasion currently going on, but that of occupation. The invasion was last year. Also, I don't recall you asking nicely for it back...say "please"...
That also assumes that the current government will not fall and therefore will not be able to honor the treaty it signed.
Not that I expect them to survive...
Icmancin beat me, too.
