The Pangean Wars

[demokratickid]

Chapter 15, Mutton's Chops

The arid climate of the continent made the winters non existent, even in the far south. Therefore, crossing the Arness was a sinch. On New Years day they reached the outskirts of Nottingham. Fortunatly, all was well. Napoleon met up with du Braille and explained the situation. du Braille seemed to have taken a liking to Toutaint, and that made Napoleon unbeliveable happy. Last thing he wanted was quarreling Generals at the end of a war.

That evening, the 'Big Three' were walkingalong the walls, surveying their fortitude. A passing solider later remarked in his journal that, " Never in [French] history, has any war so major, been decided by those so young..." He was correct in saying that. du Braille was 24, Toutaint was 19, and Napoleon was 17. Combined, they were still younger than Gen. Sevonie back in Paris by three years!

The day after next, the combined total of 30,000 troops to take London and end the war for good. Across the same woodland where they spent a mile running, over the same plains that they had walked across only last July, confident of victory in London. They were still confident of victory, but it caught them by suprise when 15,000 troops stood outside the gate, ready to fight.

The new English general, General William Chops Mutton, was a firey man, with long blonde hair. He had started a new fad of wearing a full beard, with the bottom shaved. His soliders nicknamed it 'Mutton's Chops'. Mutton rode his horse up with the white flag in his hands. "Here," he said in perfect French,"You might need this for later..." He spun his horse around and sped towards the front lines of his own soliders. Napoleon grew blisteringly mad. "Who does this man think he is? His utter bombasity! The gall of it!" Those and other nasty phrases wound themselves in Napoleon's head."Now, how best to kill him..."

 

[demokratickid]

Chapter 16, He's dead?

Early that morning, Napoleon sat in his tent shaving. The thought entered his head, "Hey, this could be the last conflict of the war!" Not only would this descide the outcome, it would be an absolute necessity to win. The once mighty industrial power of France was in the tank due to the war. He could not replace troops fast enough to meet the demand. More hinged on this battle than any other during the campaign.

At 10:00AM, he had the Generals meet on the next course of action. Tountaint started, "Well, we watched Mutton march back into thee city, so we know he's in there along with Elizabeth for support. We also know that these solider's are fighting for their lives. If they fail, the burden of defeat will be on them. They'll never surrender, Mutton can assure us and them of that. I reccomend we use all cannon posible and try to siege." "I concur," spoke up du Braille, "with a siege, they'll be demoralised so badly that Mutton will be frowning!" Napoleon wanted to end this war quickly, but realised that Toutaint and du Braille were right... "OK, gentleman. du Braille, I want you at the East Gate with half the Artillery. Toutaint and I will spread the rest out. I really want the east gate to be stormed, in reparation for the August incident... Are we all understanding?" "Sir, yes sir!" responded both generals.

Firing commensed at 4PM and went around the clock. Napoleon sat immpatiently in his tent, reading a book called, "Idiot's guide to defeating the English." By his Great-Grand Father, Daniele IX. Daniele did just that shortly before his death in 1650. He was interuppeted when Toutaint walked in. "Yes?" Cautiously probed Napoleon while putting his book down. He noticed Toutaint had a tear running down his cheek. "du Braille is... is... dead. Killed by a cannon shot from inside the city." "Oh God..." Napoleon said, ashtonished. He copuldn't belive it. The Hero of the sieges of York and Nottingham? Dead? Napoleon couldn't help but shed a tear.

He regretted calling him cocky behind his back. He immediatley went over to the eastern gate cannons and saw that the gunners were too distraught to continue firing. He went over and through his overcoat on the ground. He checked inside a cannon, all it lacked was a ball. Napoleon single-handedly picked up the weighty ball and plugged it in the barrel. He went around the cannon to prime it when he chanced a glance at his comrades. They were watching him through their tears. du Braille was a solider's general. Never a harsh word, just a good ol' slap on the back. Next to Napoleon, he was the most loved and respected general. Napoleon finished priming and was about to fire when he called out,"Does anyone wish to help me?" A grizzled old solider took the wick and together they lit the cannon. The ball whizzed and blew a rampart up ontop of the gate. "du Braille has fallen, but not I. Carry on." In this simple phrase, he told them that he's in charge and that du Braille would have wanted them to move on...

 

[demokratickid]

Any thoughts, guys?

 

[Nuka-sama]

Good job, what will happen to Ryan though?

 

[e350tb]

Brilliant work! But, please, PLEASE don't destroy the Brits, you've degraded them enough, PLEASE!

 

[yewsef]

Nice, you got some Fiction Writing skills

 

[demokratickid]

To All: Thanks for commenting!

To Nuclear Kid: Ryan's a slave on a Banana planation in Les Tourte right now, but will he make a come back?

To e350tb: After killing du Braille, the Brits have encured the French wrath, maybe a compromise though...

To yewsef: Thanks a bunch!

I'm going away this week, so this next will be the last chapter for now...

 

[demokratickid]

Chapter 17, Govenah?

The ranks continued to fire cannonballs at the walls of the fortress. A massive tower on by the east gate, called the tower of London, was extrodinarily hard to crack. But, after three months of bombardment, the city was in shambles. On April 2nd, 1708, he ordered the assault. 30,000 troops rushed the city, while the hapless defenders looked on. The French streamed over the lines of the weakened defence and did as they were secretly told. They marched up to and surrounded the palace. Elizabeth was trapped and doomed to her fate. Napoleon rode in through the city and up the Royale Palace's stepps. He even rode his horse into the recieving room of the palace. "Hello Lizzy!" "Hello Napoleon."

The two greeted each other with distain, and a touch of sarcasim. "So, screw the formalities. I have a deal for you." "Oh, I'm all ears, little one..." This last remark burned and made Napoleon reconsider his offf, but he kept going. "If you give us the city, thereby destroying your 'empire', I will allow you to live in this city as governor in this palace." "That is a very generous offer, and I'll..." Before she could finish Napoleon interjected, "But if you raise but one solider against me, I will kill you." She tossed the thought in her head a bit. "I agree. You win, the city's yours."

Napoleon rode to the stepps and shouted for his troops to hear. "The city's ours!" An immense cheer went up through the columns. du Braille's death had been avenged. All was well. The triumphant Napleon garrisoned 10,000 troops before leaving for Paris. They got to Paris cheering and chanting, "We've got it!" THe crowd that gathered was elated. Napoleon let the troops celebrate. THe next day, he gave a victory speech at the addressing window. The only down side, in the crowd's mind, was that they couldn't kill Elizabeth! Also that day, Napoleon was about to take his crown back from Sevonie whan a messanger rushed in. Napoleon asked, "What is it?" (And I'll leave it at that. While I'm gone, feel free to speculate on what will happen!)

 

[e350tb]

Oooooohhhh...cool.

 

[Nuka-sama]

Yay! Lizzy, the love of my life, stays alive in the palace

 

[demokratickid]

Hey, guys! I'M BACK, AND I'LL POST IN A FEW HOURS! YAY!

To e350tb: Thanks!

To Nuclear Kid: For now... dun, dun, dun!

 

[demokratickid]

Chapter 18, "Show the idiot in!"

"Sir!" gasped the messenger. "Hmmm?" "Sir, George XIII Wasington, of America will be here in ten minutes!" "What the...! Fine, he's more powerful... Show the idiot in..." A minute later Washington stepped in. He was a tall man, about 6', with piercing blue eyes and a head topped by a white wig. He was dressed in blue, all blue. From his stockings to his tri-cone hat. "Good morning, Napoleon" "Same to you, George..." The two spent the next moment sizing each other up.

If it weren't on such short notice, Napoleon would have had his scientist Freud size up the blueberry of a man in his midst. "I have pressing bussiness to attened to, Napoleon. Or can I call you Leo?" "Call me Leo at your peril..." Washington ignored this coment. He was the most powerful man in the world, and he knew it. "I need coal, and seeing as you have a lot of it, I would like to have some. How's, eh, three-hundred gold up front?" Napoleon knew he was planning something. "No, I want no part of this. I want 700 Gold up front and 15 per turn. Comprende?"

Napoleon had no small measure of power. He had the only three coals in the known world, so this was major leverage. "Hmmm...Washington, or may I call you Georgie?" is snide remark clearly showed that he held the upper hand now. "Fine. Here's 700." Washington directed his aides to drop the Gold on thee floor. "I'll be leaving, now. OK, Leo?" "Fine with me, Georgie Porgie!" The atmosphere was heavy with antimosity as Washington left the room. Minutes later, documents were signed and Napoleon was officially back in power.

Over the next few years he revitalized the flagging French Economy. He built hundereds of towns to produced commerce, and use the gold to rebuild York, Nottingham, and London. Ryan stayed calmly in Les Tourte for the Time being. Lizzy stayed in London as the first female governor of a French city. Washington got his coal, but used it for building commerce and production, not machines of war. There seemed to be no problems on the horizon. But, he hadn't met Pierre's son, Constantine. Yet...

(All for now, will post soon!)

 

[e350tb]

Great work. That Washington would deserve whatever comes to him with THAT attitude!

 

[demokratickid]

Chapter 19, Constantine's Awakening

A few years of peace and prosperity pass. The antimosity fades between Napoleon and Elizabeth, and they get married in 1711. Ryan dies of Pancreatic Cancer in Les Tourte in 1714. de Non dies in his sleep in 1721. But trouble was Brewing on the horizion. The userper to the throne's (Pierre) son, Constantine was harboring hatred. He had been two months old when the noose brought his father's life to a close. He had been spirited away by his mother to avoid Napoleon's wrath.

Now, in the year 1729, he was 22 years old. He lived in the upper class neighbor hoods on the hill north of Dijon. For three years, he had waited for an oppertunity. ANything that would spark rebellion. It finally came. Napoleon issued a small tax increase, but it made the people grumble. Seizing this oppertunity, he made his way to the basement of his home. There, thirty soliders sat. Those were the only loyal men he had. Within minutes, they were out and marching toward the Versailles palace, located in the center of Dijon. He stood on the lower terrace overlooking the city, and began to speak.

"Friends! We have been pushed too much. We have been taxed way too much. Ou lives our put in peril by the joke of a King Napoleon! Washington has emancipation, why not us? I'll tell you. He wants you all as his personal slaves!" By now, men had come from Dijon's garrison. "Look! Look now... HIs henchmen arrive. My soliders, keep them at bay!" At this, his soliders pointed their rifles at the unarmed soliders. "My friends, the time has come for change! The time has come for revolution! The time has come for Constantine XIV!" At this the crowd now gathered cheered, and threw rocks at the soliders trying to arrest Constantine. THe troops backed off while the crowd jeered.

Within hours, Dijon fell to Constantine. Later that night, July 4, Napoleon had learned about this. He didn't take this threat too seriously, and orderd that one thousand troops be used to put it down. He was busy teaching his two young sons, Louis and Jean-Paul, how to add and subtract. The troops arrived and were aghast at what they saw. The two thousand troops that made up Dijon's garrison had been impaled on spikes outside the walls. Gen Axule who led the one thousand, sent this message back to Napoleon, "Need more troops and artillery, dealing with French Barbarians. Come and see..."

(All for now, will post soon!)

 

[Izipo]

Nice and funny, keep it up.

Chapter 18, "Show the idiot in!"

"I need coal, and seeing as you have a lot of it, I would like to have some. How's, eh, three-hundred gold up front?"

Hopefully you don't have oil, else it would have been war...

 

[demokratickid]

To: Izipio- Ha! Thanks! No oil...

I'll update soon...

 

[demokratickid]

Chapter 20, Le Barbarains

Napoleon was unnerved with the message. He wanted to stay with his sons, but felt that he needed to go. He was readying his horse when his sons came up to him. "We want to go, too dad!" Spoke up Louis. The slightly more emotional older brother. "Agreed" said Jean-Paul, the much calmer younger brother. After thinking for a minute, Naploen relented, "You can go, I was just a little oldeer when I led a country through a war... Come help me with the troops." Napoleon led his children and 3,000 troops out of Paris and onto Dijon. He left Elizabeth in charge of the country. After all, she had been Queen before... By the time the troops reached Dijon, it was late July. Axule had kept the rebels busy with dversions, so his exhausted forces were happy to see Napoleon's cannons roll into view. They begain to bombard the cities outer walls before it was dark the day they arrived.

Napoleon surmised that the campaign would be a swift victory. After all, had he not defeated the English a short... Wow, had it really been that long? 21 years this past April 2nd. How time flies. Toutaint had been appointed governor of London after Lizzy's departure for Paris in 1711. Mutton had died in the fighting. "All these years!" thought Napoleon, " Have I done nothing?" Not a thing. In the middle of this negative stream of thought, his son Louis walked in.

"Father?" "Yes, Louis?" "The cannons have broken through the main gate, what should we do?" "By all means press the attack. Spare no citizens holding weapons. Bring Constantine to me, alive..." "Yes, father!" Louis departed and within minutes the entire army was rusing at the breach.

It was over realitively quickly. Constantine was taken and his thirty faithful ones executed. The citizenry felt ashamed and pleaded ttheir leader for mercy, of which he gave plenty. On the morning after the storming, July 11, Napoleon had Constantine come into his tent/office. "My wrongful tyrant summons me?" mumbled Constantine as he walked into the tent. "Yes, he does. Why did you do it?" "You might recall what my father said. "I'm sure it was for the same reasons, minus the war." Napoleon thought for a moment. "He was right, minus the war, his revolution had been fought for the same reasons."

"Ok, Constantine, how about this. You get ten lashes for every solider of mine's death. Looking at my casualty reports, I see that you should be lashed about, say, 21,000 times! Ouch... Or, you could be hung, or you could be shot. Take your pick." Louis stared blankly, "Hung, the same way my father died." "I don't think so." Remarked Napolon. He withdrew the pistol from his vest pocket. The same vest pocket and same pistol he used to blow off Ryan's shoulder blade."I prefer you getting shot." And that was that. The bullet exited the barrel and flew into his ribcage. It hit the upper-most bone at the bottom and bounced downward, right into his heart.

Gaurds came and dragged the limp body away. "I hope he doesn't have a son!" playfully thought Napoleon. Before the end of the week, his army was on the march back to Paris, when they caughtsight of an army in the distance. Setting on a hill, they could clearly see the banners of America. By the bright blue banner, he could tell that Washington was with them. "Is it war then?" Remarked Napoleon. "I guess so," said his son, Jean-Paul.

(Will post soon!)

 

[e350tb]

He married Elizabeth, eh? This should be interesting...

 

[tthf]

finally managed to catch up, nice writing! good job so far

ps: yay for paragraphs!

 

[demokratickid]

To e350tb: Yes, this could get VERY interesting...

To tthf: Thank you!