IroquoisPlisken
Brigadier Idiot
Heh, nice picture. 
Don't worry, I'm still following this.
Don't worry, I'm still following this.
World War I... in 2051 A.D.!?!?
- Thread starter Coinich
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General Mayhem
Monarch
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I'm still here too, love the story, I just try to avoid posting too much so that this thread doesn't become too cluttered.
Coinich
Party Chairman
BABYLONIAN NAVY LONG-RANGE STEALTH BOMBER A-0331, ALTITUDE: ANGELS 25, INSIDE ENGLISH AIRSPACE, ENROUTE TO TARGET GRID 4-42C, MISSION TARGET: PORTSMOUTH, ENGLAND, 1830 BST, MARCH 23rd, 2051
Commander David Wilson was settled in to the long flight routine. Another day, another mission, another fifty cents earned for the wallet, he thought with a slight smirk. The missions were becoming routine. England was such a backward place that they couldnt even send a homing pigeon against the modern Babylonian air power. As the squadron commander, Dave was always trying to find ways to keep things lively for the guys in his squadron. Back and forth to the carrier. Same sh**, different day, he continued to himself. We bomb the city to oblivion and the Mayan ground forces walk in and get all the glory.
He checked his onboard computer. It was time to check in with the ground forces. Broadsword calling Danny Boy. Broadsword calling Danny Boy, radio check, over. He waited for some time. Hmm, this is unusual. Air Force lackeys must be slacking, he thought. He checked-in again, Broadsword calling Danny Boy. Broadsword calling Danny Boy, radio check, over. After another pregnant pause, Dave started to get concerned. He was always hesitant to perform precision bombing runs against English targets, with so many allies nearby. Nasty things can happen, without the right coordination. Take the at-sea collision between the submarine and those frigates. That was not the way to improve relations with our allies., he thought. Broadsword calling Danny Boy .., he continued.
A few minutes later Dave was starting to get very perturbed. This wing nut Air Force Lieutenant Colonel on the ground is going to endanger lives of our allies by not answering his radio. Time was running short, the target was actually on the map. A decision would have to be made in a matter of minutes., he mused. His thoughts were interrupted by the beeping on his secure radio frequency
Rubber Duck to Broadsword Leader. Rubber Duck to Broadsword Leader. Come in Broadsword Leader. Over., the radio quipped.
What the hell is it now, he thought.
Rubber Duck this is Broadsword Leader, he stated in to his radio.
Broadsword Leader this is Rubber Duck. Authenticator Alpha Zulu Fife Fife Seven Quebec. Request immediate verification over., came the reply.
Holy sh**, thought Dave. This is serious. Rubber Duck this is Broadsword. Authenticator verified. Go ahead. Over!, Dave tersly said.
Broadsword Leader this is Rubber Duck. Abort current mission. I repeat. Abort current mission. Stand by to receive new mission coordinates on narrow-band receiver. Upon receipt of new mission parameters, execute new mission immediately. Full explanation will be given upon landing. Good luck. Over.
Rubber Duck this is Broadsword Leader. Abort mission acknowledged. New mission receipt acknowledged. Will execute immediately. Over and out! he stated in to his radio.
Rubber Duck to Broadsword Leader. Roger. Out., came the reply.
Dave watched his in-flight computer as the data feed updated his mission objectives. It finally beeped and displayed the map coordinates they were to attack. Dave rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The blinking grid coordinates were: 4-36A . right in the heart of Mayan troop concentrations ..
Commander David Wilson was settled in to the long flight routine. Another day, another mission, another fifty cents earned for the wallet, he thought with a slight smirk. The missions were becoming routine. England was such a backward place that they couldnt even send a homing pigeon against the modern Babylonian air power. As the squadron commander, Dave was always trying to find ways to keep things lively for the guys in his squadron. Back and forth to the carrier. Same sh**, different day, he continued to himself. We bomb the city to oblivion and the Mayan ground forces walk in and get all the glory.
He checked his onboard computer. It was time to check in with the ground forces. Broadsword calling Danny Boy. Broadsword calling Danny Boy, radio check, over. He waited for some time. Hmm, this is unusual. Air Force lackeys must be slacking, he thought. He checked-in again, Broadsword calling Danny Boy. Broadsword calling Danny Boy, radio check, over. After another pregnant pause, Dave started to get concerned. He was always hesitant to perform precision bombing runs against English targets, with so many allies nearby. Nasty things can happen, without the right coordination. Take the at-sea collision between the submarine and those frigates. That was not the way to improve relations with our allies., he thought. Broadsword calling Danny Boy .., he continued.
A few minutes later Dave was starting to get very perturbed. This wing nut Air Force Lieutenant Colonel on the ground is going to endanger lives of our allies by not answering his radio. Time was running short, the target was actually on the map. A decision would have to be made in a matter of minutes., he mused. His thoughts were interrupted by the beeping on his secure radio frequency
Rubber Duck to Broadsword Leader. Rubber Duck to Broadsword Leader. Come in Broadsword Leader. Over., the radio quipped.
What the hell is it now, he thought.
Rubber Duck this is Broadsword Leader, he stated in to his radio.
Broadsword Leader this is Rubber Duck. Authenticator Alpha Zulu Fife Fife Seven Quebec. Request immediate verification over., came the reply.
Holy sh**, thought Dave. This is serious. Rubber Duck this is Broadsword. Authenticator verified. Go ahead. Over!, Dave tersly said.
Broadsword Leader this is Rubber Duck. Abort current mission. I repeat. Abort current mission. Stand by to receive new mission coordinates on narrow-band receiver. Upon receipt of new mission parameters, execute new mission immediately. Full explanation will be given upon landing. Good luck. Over.
Rubber Duck this is Broadsword Leader. Abort mission acknowledged. New mission receipt acknowledged. Will execute immediately. Over and out! he stated in to his radio.
Rubber Duck to Broadsword Leader. Roger. Out., came the reply.
Dave watched his in-flight computer as the data feed updated his mission objectives. It finally beeped and displayed the map coordinates they were to attack. Dave rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The blinking grid coordinates were: 4-36A . right in the heart of Mayan troop concentrations ..
Coinich
Party Chairman
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AKKAD, BABYLONIAN REPUBLIC, 2025 BST, MARCH 23rd, 2051
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Barcinius Chofu watched the television with eyes wide open, jaws agape, ramrod straight. President Kennurabi had just finished giving a prime-time speech to the nation, which he knew would change his life forever.
Babylon was at war against the Maya. HIS country was at war against the Maya. What a perverse sense of humor god had.
The irony of it all fighting your ally over a simple submarine accident. Things happen, he thought. Obviously the Maya had been looking for a way to make war against us, and now they have it., his head reeling with thoughts. Well so be it well kick their a**es., he thought angrily, striking his fist in the palm of his other hand. If its a war they want.. its a war they get., he said out loud to himself. He grabbed the phone book and began looking for a number. The Army was always looking for soldiers. Especially now. I want to bring the fight to the Maya.
AKKAD, BABYLONIAN REPUBLIC, 2025 BST, MARCH 23rd, 2051
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Barcinius Chofu watched the television with eyes wide open, jaws agape, ramrod straight. President Kennurabi had just finished giving a prime-time speech to the nation, which he knew would change his life forever.
Babylon was at war against the Maya. HIS country was at war against the Maya. What a perverse sense of humor god had.
The irony of it all fighting your ally over a simple submarine accident. Things happen, he thought. Obviously the Maya had been looking for a way to make war against us, and now they have it., his head reeling with thoughts. Well so be it well kick their a**es., he thought angrily, striking his fist in the palm of his other hand. If its a war they want.. its a war they get., he said out loud to himself. He grabbed the phone book and began looking for a number. The Army was always looking for soldiers. Especially now. I want to bring the fight to the Maya.
seanos08
Monarch
Great now I know why I keep my submarines in cities only to dash out and sink transports.
Tman65
Warlord
9 whole days without news from the front??? 
Looking forward to more!
Looking forward to more!
Coinich
Party Chairman
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6TH MODERN ARMOR DIVISION, 3RD BABYLONIAN ARMY GARRISON, LONDON, FORMER KINGDOM OF ENGLAND. 0900 BST, APRIL 2ND, 2051
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Colonel Kimo Morrahn was glad to finally be on the move. He wanted out of London so bad he could taste it. The entire 3rd Babylonian Army had been locked in a quagmire of quelling domestic insurrection for nearly a year now. But, with the other English cities falling to Mayan forces, President Kennurabi had felt there was no pressing need to employ the 3rd Army. That had now changed . and for the better in Kimos mind. The Maya had obviously been looking for a reason to continue their war once England was finished. Long time allies turned enemies. It made him smile. The Maya would now see the full glory of the Babylonian army as the Maya went from conqueror to conquered.
Lets go Pablo, he ordered into his headset to the driver. Yes sir, came the reply from within the armored monster. The main battle tank lurched and started moving. As the seemingly endless tank columns started speed toward the northwest out of London and in to battle finally, against a foe worthy of fighting.
6TH MODERN ARMOR DIVISION, 3RD BABYLONIAN ARMY GARRISON, LONDON, FORMER KINGDOM OF ENGLAND. 0900 BST, APRIL 2ND, 2051
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Colonel Kimo Morrahn was glad to finally be on the move. He wanted out of London so bad he could taste it. The entire 3rd Babylonian Army had been locked in a quagmire of quelling domestic insurrection for nearly a year now. But, with the other English cities falling to Mayan forces, President Kennurabi had felt there was no pressing need to employ the 3rd Army. That had now changed . and for the better in Kimos mind. The Maya had obviously been looking for a reason to continue their war once England was finished. Long time allies turned enemies. It made him smile. The Maya would now see the full glory of the Babylonian army as the Maya went from conqueror to conquered.
Lets go Pablo, he ordered into his headset to the driver. Yes sir, came the reply from within the armored monster. The main battle tank lurched and started moving. As the seemingly endless tank columns started speed toward the northwest out of London and in to battle finally, against a foe worthy of fighting.
Coinich
Party Chairman
All,
Thanks for waiting so patiently. I have been on travel...4 cities in 2 weeks. Presentation after presentation. Haven't had the time to sit. Should now be in relative calm period during holidays - of course - amid parties![[party]](/images/smilies/partytime.gif "Party [party]")
and other "mandatory fun" [dance] 
that I have to attend.
Working on more. Here is the world map:
Thanks for waiting so patiently. I have been on travel...4 cities in 2 weeks. Presentation after presentation. Haven't had the time to sit. Should now be in relative calm period during holidays - of course - amid parties
and other "mandatory fun" [dance] that I have to attend.Working on more. Here is the world map:
Coinich
Party Chairman
All,
Needed to bring you up to date. To be honest,
Im skipping ahead a bit since I didnt save any screenshots except for this one during the period 2051-2053. Will fill-in some updates in the interim:
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MSV-17 IXMATA, IN THE BAY OF BIRMINGHAM, OFF THE COAST OF THE FORMER ENGLISH CITY OF BIRMINGHAM, 1456 BST, MARCH 5th, 2052
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Captain Itzel Stexyl stood on the waist deck of his ship. The weather was a damp, still, and cold. The fog continued to thicken. The IXMATAs veteran crew was as ready as could be. Battle hardened. Having just recently finished bombarding the Babylonian tank units where the former city of Birmingham had been. Barbaric savages, he said to himself as he thought of the Babylonian army units that had gone through the former metropolis of Birmingham. The tanks had just lay waste to the city with wanton disregard under the auspices of denying the Maya access. Rubbish, he thought. To make tens of thousands of English people suffer, all over some piece of land. However, the fates had been kind thus far to the crew of the IXMATA. The crew had sunk an already damaged, Babylonian destroyer, the BSS RIO JENERIO, in a widely celebrated chance encounter victory late last year. Stexyl was offered a promotion as a result of the victory but turned it down, in order to be on the front lines of battle. And now it appeared that the battle would indeed be brought to him.
Three officers were huddled around the radar repeater. The radar was showing a ship approaching their position at a speed of 25 knots. Damn! Its got to be that warship, he thought to himself. The speed is too fast to be a merchant. The IXMATA was now a marked ship by the Babylonians. They had been pursued up and down the coast. Itzel had always been able to dodge the pursuing Babylonian destroyer, in attempts to forgo battle until the situation became more in his favor. Based upon prevailing conditions, Itzel quietly sighed to himself. No more running, he thought to himself. He quickly made his decision. General Quarters All Hands Man Your Battle Stations!, he ordered to the officer of the deck. Our day of reckoning is upon us gentlemen, Itzel bluntly stated, as the klaxons and whistles began to sound around him.
Needed to bring you up to date. To be honest,
Im skipping ahead a bit since I didnt save any screenshots except for this one during the period 2051-2053. Will fill-in some updates in the interim:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
MSV-17 IXMATA, IN THE BAY OF BIRMINGHAM, OFF THE COAST OF THE FORMER ENGLISH CITY OF BIRMINGHAM, 1456 BST, MARCH 5th, 2052
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Captain Itzel Stexyl stood on the waist deck of his ship. The weather was a damp, still, and cold. The fog continued to thicken. The IXMATAs veteran crew was as ready as could be. Battle hardened. Having just recently finished bombarding the Babylonian tank units where the former city of Birmingham had been. Barbaric savages, he said to himself as he thought of the Babylonian army units that had gone through the former metropolis of Birmingham. The tanks had just lay waste to the city with wanton disregard under the auspices of denying the Maya access. Rubbish, he thought. To make tens of thousands of English people suffer, all over some piece of land. However, the fates had been kind thus far to the crew of the IXMATA. The crew had sunk an already damaged, Babylonian destroyer, the BSS RIO JENERIO, in a widely celebrated chance encounter victory late last year. Stexyl was offered a promotion as a result of the victory but turned it down, in order to be on the front lines of battle. And now it appeared that the battle would indeed be brought to him.
Three officers were huddled around the radar repeater. The radar was showing a ship approaching their position at a speed of 25 knots. Damn! Its got to be that warship, he thought to himself. The speed is too fast to be a merchant. The IXMATA was now a marked ship by the Babylonians. They had been pursued up and down the coast. Itzel had always been able to dodge the pursuing Babylonian destroyer, in attempts to forgo battle until the situation became more in his favor. Based upon prevailing conditions, Itzel quietly sighed to himself. No more running, he thought to himself. He quickly made his decision. General Quarters All Hands Man Your Battle Stations!, he ordered to the officer of the deck. Our day of reckoning is upon us gentlemen, Itzel bluntly stated, as the klaxons and whistles began to sound around him.
Tman65
Warlord
Thanks for the update, Coinich!
This story has inspired me to play beyond Victory Condition in my current game as China (hoping for a space launch) to gain experience in modern combat tactics....of which I have none.
This story has inspired me to play beyond Victory Condition in my current game as China (hoping for a space launch) to gain experience in modern combat tactics....of which I have none.
Coinich
Party Chairman
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MSV-17 IXMATA, IN THE BAY OF BIRMINGHAM, OFF THE COAST OF THE FORMER ENGLISH CITY OF BIRMINGHAM, 1556 BST, MARCH 5th, 2052
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Fire port guns, came the order. The rippling words heard repeated in a hasty echo throughout the whole gun deck by the respective gun captains.
The crack, and concussion, of the cannons was deafening. His crew was performing with the bravery and valor expected of a veteran ship of the line. Itzel looked through his binoculars at the arcing gunshots from the ship. He needed this volley to count, since he was facing an better armed opponent. The Babylonian destroyer that had come out of the fog was named the BSS LISBON, apparent due to the large number 24 emblazoned on her hull. The LISBON had not yet fired on the IXMATA he presumed because the Babylonian ship wanted to positively identify the IXMATA. Well you know its us now you sons a *****es!, he thought idly, and out loud.
As he was looking through the binoculars, Itzel was very satisfied to see several of the balls crash in to the bridge of the LISBON. The glass on the bridge shattered and huge gashes were wrent in the steel. Gotcha, Itzel said quietly to himself. The turret on the destroyer was pointed straight at the IXMATA. There was a flash and puff of smoke in the distance. Incoming rounds take cover, yelled Itzel. There was a flurry of activity on the decks. An eerie sound could be heard and then suddenly, a large splash came out of the water almost immediately in front of Itzel. He wiped away the few drops of water that had landed on his face. Nice try, my nemesis, he said coldly. Are we ready to fire yet Mr. Senet!?!?, Itzel shouted to his first officer. Aye sir, port battery is ready, came the reply. Very well Mr. Senet. Fire the port battery at will
Another deafening crack and roar as the pungent odors or war encircled the IXMATA. The battery was dead-on today. Much to the chagrin of the LISBON. Another hit. What unbelievable luck, thought Itzel. The cannonballs hadnt bounced off the hull, as had happened to so many other ships of the line. Rather, these cannonballs had punched through the hull and were doing internal damage to the LISBON.
Another flash and puff from the turret on the LISBON. The IXMATA was not so lucky this time. The shell from the deck gun of the LIBSON tore through the aft port quarter of the IXMATA and exploded. Sending timber and splinters everywhere. There were moans and cries from the wounded. The ships medical staff had started tending to the wounded. Itzel picked himself up off the deck and pulled a few shards of wood from his thigh. Again he shouted. Are we ready to fire again Mr. Senet!?!?, Itzel shouted. Aye sir, port battery . the ship rocked again with a deafening crack as the new rounds left the IXMATA, sending death to their enemy.
The ships had closed distance. Itzel wondered why her captain had chose to do so. What purpose could he gain by closing distance?, he wondered. Her guns can outdistance mine, and she is more maneuverable than me?, he mused. Well, shes within my sights now were not going down without a fight!, he smiled to himself.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The battle had waged on. The LISBON was just plain unlucky, and the IXMATA was having a banner day. Now, however, nearly an hour later, time was taking its toll on the IXMATA. She had maneuvered to bring the starboard battery to bear. But the repairs were going slowly. The rate of repairs, to the new damage received . The situation was looking pretty grim.
Another flash from the fore gun onboard the LISBON. The LISBON was smoking from several holes other than her smokestack, and listing slightly in the water. Her distance had opened. Her captain had apparently seen the error of his ways. It was all the IXMATA could do to keep the LISBON in-range with her guns. Itzels thoughts were broken by a sickening crack from above. What the.., he muttered as he looked up. The main mast of the ship had been broken by the shell fired from the LISBON. Itzel had that sinking feeling in his stomach. With the main mast gone, the ship was as good as dead. To continue the fight - would be to doom his crew to death without any justifiable reason.
His mind made up, Captain Itzel Stexyl reluctantly gave the orders no captain ever wanted to give. Mister Senet!, he shouted into the confused mass of men clearing lines from the fallen mast. Aye sir, came the reply. Prepare to abandon ship. Prepare to scuttle the ship! Be quick about it!, he ordered. Aye sir, Senet replied with a sense of defeat. He continued to pass the order throughout the ship. Signalman!, Itzel ordered. Signalman!, he shouted with some urgency. Hes coming sir, replied a deck seaman. Signalman reporting as ordered sir, came the out-of-breath reply from a young petty officer a few moments later. Signalman. Haul down our colors. And strike the white flag. The signalman paused for a second. Be quick about it boy. Our very survival depends on your speed!, Itzel said to the Signalman tersely, and almost father-like. The Signalman acknowledged the order and ran off. Reports began streaming in. The flag of the Mayan peoples was lowered, and the white flag of surrender was quickly and unceremoniously raised on the after mast of the now floundering IXMATA, her main mast still attached to the ship by rigging.... and also dragging in the water. One by one, inflatable life rafts were lowered over the side, and ladders were thrown over. The order was given to abandon ship, and the crew began leaving. Charges set for 30 minutes sir, reported Senet. Very well Mr. Senet. Thank you! Please leave the ship at your earliest convenience and take charge of the crew. I fully intend to join you shortly, Itzel ordered, with compassion in his eyes. He and Senet smiled at each other - both knowing that an old ship of the line had almost defeated the latest technology the Babylonian's could muster.
MSV-17 IXMATA, IN THE BAY OF BIRMINGHAM, OFF THE COAST OF THE FORMER ENGLISH CITY OF BIRMINGHAM, 1556 BST, MARCH 5th, 2052
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Fire port guns, came the order. The rippling words heard repeated in a hasty echo throughout the whole gun deck by the respective gun captains.
The crack, and concussion, of the cannons was deafening. His crew was performing with the bravery and valor expected of a veteran ship of the line. Itzel looked through his binoculars at the arcing gunshots from the ship. He needed this volley to count, since he was facing an better armed opponent. The Babylonian destroyer that had come out of the fog was named the BSS LISBON, apparent due to the large number 24 emblazoned on her hull. The LISBON had not yet fired on the IXMATA he presumed because the Babylonian ship wanted to positively identify the IXMATA. Well you know its us now you sons a *****es!, he thought idly, and out loud.
As he was looking through the binoculars, Itzel was very satisfied to see several of the balls crash in to the bridge of the LISBON. The glass on the bridge shattered and huge gashes were wrent in the steel. Gotcha, Itzel said quietly to himself. The turret on the destroyer was pointed straight at the IXMATA. There was a flash and puff of smoke in the distance. Incoming rounds take cover, yelled Itzel. There was a flurry of activity on the decks. An eerie sound could be heard and then suddenly, a large splash came out of the water almost immediately in front of Itzel. He wiped away the few drops of water that had landed on his face. Nice try, my nemesis, he said coldly. Are we ready to fire yet Mr. Senet!?!?, Itzel shouted to his first officer. Aye sir, port battery is ready, came the reply. Very well Mr. Senet. Fire the port battery at will
Another deafening crack and roar as the pungent odors or war encircled the IXMATA. The battery was dead-on today. Much to the chagrin of the LISBON. Another hit. What unbelievable luck, thought Itzel. The cannonballs hadnt bounced off the hull, as had happened to so many other ships of the line. Rather, these cannonballs had punched through the hull and were doing internal damage to the LISBON.
Another flash and puff from the turret on the LISBON. The IXMATA was not so lucky this time. The shell from the deck gun of the LIBSON tore through the aft port quarter of the IXMATA and exploded. Sending timber and splinters everywhere. There were moans and cries from the wounded. The ships medical staff had started tending to the wounded. Itzel picked himself up off the deck and pulled a few shards of wood from his thigh. Again he shouted. Are we ready to fire again Mr. Senet!?!?, Itzel shouted. Aye sir, port battery . the ship rocked again with a deafening crack as the new rounds left the IXMATA, sending death to their enemy.
The ships had closed distance. Itzel wondered why her captain had chose to do so. What purpose could he gain by closing distance?, he wondered. Her guns can outdistance mine, and she is more maneuverable than me?, he mused. Well, shes within my sights now were not going down without a fight!, he smiled to himself.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The battle had waged on. The LISBON was just plain unlucky, and the IXMATA was having a banner day. Now, however, nearly an hour later, time was taking its toll on the IXMATA. She had maneuvered to bring the starboard battery to bear. But the repairs were going slowly. The rate of repairs, to the new damage received . The situation was looking pretty grim.
Another flash from the fore gun onboard the LISBON. The LISBON was smoking from several holes other than her smokestack, and listing slightly in the water. Her distance had opened. Her captain had apparently seen the error of his ways. It was all the IXMATA could do to keep the LISBON in-range with her guns. Itzels thoughts were broken by a sickening crack from above. What the.., he muttered as he looked up. The main mast of the ship had been broken by the shell fired from the LISBON. Itzel had that sinking feeling in his stomach. With the main mast gone, the ship was as good as dead. To continue the fight - would be to doom his crew to death without any justifiable reason.
His mind made up, Captain Itzel Stexyl reluctantly gave the orders no captain ever wanted to give. Mister Senet!, he shouted into the confused mass of men clearing lines from the fallen mast. Aye sir, came the reply. Prepare to abandon ship. Prepare to scuttle the ship! Be quick about it!, he ordered. Aye sir, Senet replied with a sense of defeat. He continued to pass the order throughout the ship. Signalman!, Itzel ordered. Signalman!, he shouted with some urgency. Hes coming sir, replied a deck seaman. Signalman reporting as ordered sir, came the out-of-breath reply from a young petty officer a few moments later. Signalman. Haul down our colors. And strike the white flag. The signalman paused for a second. Be quick about it boy. Our very survival depends on your speed!, Itzel said to the Signalman tersely, and almost father-like. The Signalman acknowledged the order and ran off. Reports began streaming in. The flag of the Mayan peoples was lowered, and the white flag of surrender was quickly and unceremoniously raised on the after mast of the now floundering IXMATA, her main mast still attached to the ship by rigging.... and also dragging in the water. One by one, inflatable life rafts were lowered over the side, and ladders were thrown over. The order was given to abandon ship, and the crew began leaving. Charges set for 30 minutes sir, reported Senet. Very well Mr. Senet. Thank you! Please leave the ship at your earliest convenience and take charge of the crew. I fully intend to join you shortly, Itzel ordered, with compassion in his eyes. He and Senet smiled at each other - both knowing that an old ship of the line had almost defeated the latest technology the Babylonian's could muster.
Coinich
Party Chairman
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DIPLOMATIC LIMOUSINE OF BABYLONIAN SECRETARY OF STATE, ANURADA NANDU, ENROUTE FROM MEETING SAPA ZOILO, HIGH PRIEST AND DIPLOMATIC MINISTER OF THE INCA REPUBLIC, IN THE INCA CITY OF HUAMANGA, AT THE SEASIDE RESORT OF QHAWANA, JUST SOUTH OF THE BABYLONIAN / INCA BORDER. 1330 BST, MAY 16th, 2052
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Anuradas diplomatic limousine stopped in a grassy field near Qhawana. Her helicopter was waiting, the state seal of Babylon on its door. The car driver opened the door for her and she got out. A knowing grin was pasted on her face. Thank you, she said to the driver. As she walked toward the helicopter and got seated, she took out her secure cellular phone and dialed a speed-dial number. When she was seated and strapped in, the helicopter pilot gave her a nod and she gave him a thumbs up. He began to start the big machine in preparation for takeoff.
The deal is sealed sir, stated Anurada quickly in to her phone. Yes sir, all conditions were agreed to as originally proposed. Their public declaration is due within a few days. She paused while being asked a question. Yes sir, she replied, the Inca are very anxious to get involved, and were pleased that we would consider them for such a treaty. Another pause. Thank you very much sir, she answered, I will sir. Thank you.
She hung up her phone, with a big smile on her face.
The helicopter began to take off. This might change the outlook of things to come, she thought. The Inca had just agreed to a mutual protection pact with the Babylonians. Since they occupied the same continent, all Anurada had to do was to persuade the Inca of the potential dangers, as well most particularly as the possible gains to be made by involvement in the war against the Maya. Perhaps expanding their slice of the world pie. The Inca Diplomatic Minister had bought it hook, line, and sinker. The price they had paid was quite large. 200 gold crates, from a treasury point of view, was no laughing matter, but it was a lot less than Kennurabi, and Anurada, had thought the Inca would require to enter the fray. Bloodlust must outweigh common sense, she smiled to herself. Our inter-continental security was ensured, even if the Inca never sent any troops in the field. And that was worth more than its weight in gold.
DIPLOMATIC LIMOUSINE OF BABYLONIAN SECRETARY OF STATE, ANURADA NANDU, ENROUTE FROM MEETING SAPA ZOILO, HIGH PRIEST AND DIPLOMATIC MINISTER OF THE INCA REPUBLIC, IN THE INCA CITY OF HUAMANGA, AT THE SEASIDE RESORT OF QHAWANA, JUST SOUTH OF THE BABYLONIAN / INCA BORDER. 1330 BST, MAY 16th, 2052
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Anuradas diplomatic limousine stopped in a grassy field near Qhawana. Her helicopter was waiting, the state seal of Babylon on its door. The car driver opened the door for her and she got out. A knowing grin was pasted on her face. Thank you, she said to the driver. As she walked toward the helicopter and got seated, she took out her secure cellular phone and dialed a speed-dial number. When she was seated and strapped in, the helicopter pilot gave her a nod and she gave him a thumbs up. He began to start the big machine in preparation for takeoff.
The deal is sealed sir, stated Anurada quickly in to her phone. Yes sir, all conditions were agreed to as originally proposed. Their public declaration is due within a few days. She paused while being asked a question. Yes sir, she replied, the Inca are very anxious to get involved, and were pleased that we would consider them for such a treaty. Another pause. Thank you very much sir, she answered, I will sir. Thank you.
She hung up her phone, with a big smile on her face.
The helicopter began to take off. This might change the outlook of things to come, she thought. The Inca had just agreed to a mutual protection pact with the Babylonians. Since they occupied the same continent, all Anurada had to do was to persuade the Inca of the potential dangers, as well most particularly as the possible gains to be made by involvement in the war against the Maya. Perhaps expanding their slice of the world pie. The Inca Diplomatic Minister had bought it hook, line, and sinker. The price they had paid was quite large. 200 gold crates, from a treasury point of view, was no laughing matter, but it was a lot less than Kennurabi, and Anurada, had thought the Inca would require to enter the fray. Bloodlust must outweigh common sense, she smiled to herself. Our inter-continental security was ensured, even if the Inca never sent any troops in the field. And that was worth more than its weight in gold.
Tman65
Warlord
With such brave and noble advesaries as the crew of the IXMATA, it sounds like it's a good thing the Maya don't have more modern equipment.
Coinich
Party Chairman
Note: This will, most likely, be my last post before Christmas. I will try to get something done in the interim. Thanks for reading, and Happy Holidays! 
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OK gentlemen. Let me see if I have this nightmare straight!, said Senator Carh Folloh, chairman of the Congressional Foreign Relations Committee. I will be telling the President that since the Maya have declared war on us, we have , he paused to form his words, one declared war against the Maya, causing the Portuguese to declare war against us, seven months ago, based upon a mutual protection treaty with the Maya., he said, scanning the assembled committee for signs of concurrence.
Two, he continued, two months ago our beloved Secretary of State arranges for the Inca to side with us. The Inca subsequently declare war against BOTH the Maya and the Portuguese.
Three, he stated while looking at his paperwork, The Byzantines declared war against the Inca last week, so now our mutual protection pact requires us to declare war against the Byzantines
Is all of this correct gentlemen, he asked with some exasperation. After received nods and murmers of consent, Carh continued, So the entire world is at war! This is friggin nuts, he exclaimed. I wish I could have killed that submarine captain myself. At least it would have prevented the single most important military blunder in history.
And none of these countries will return our calls, except of course our Incan allies and the defeated English, he asked questioningly? There were nods amongst the group.
OK, he blurted bluntly while adjusting his glasses. Let me go tell the boss we need to declare war against the Byzantines, he stated matter-of-factly to the assembled men. Thank you gentlemen, he said with an air of dismissal. This is great just great, he muttered to himself, as he left to brief the President of the most powerful country in the world.
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BABYLONIAN STATE DEPARTMENT BUILDING, CONFERENCE ROOM B, MEETING OF CONGRESSIONAL FOREIGN RELATIONS COMMITTEE, REPUBLIC OF BABYLON 1530 BST, JULY 16th, 2052
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OK gentlemen. Let me see if I have this nightmare straight!, said Senator Carh Folloh, chairman of the Congressional Foreign Relations Committee. I will be telling the President that since the Maya have declared war on us, we have , he paused to form his words, one declared war against the Maya, causing the Portuguese to declare war against us, seven months ago, based upon a mutual protection treaty with the Maya., he said, scanning the assembled committee for signs of concurrence.
Two, he continued, two months ago our beloved Secretary of State arranges for the Inca to side with us. The Inca subsequently declare war against BOTH the Maya and the Portuguese.
Three, he stated while looking at his paperwork, The Byzantines declared war against the Inca last week, so now our mutual protection pact requires us to declare war against the Byzantines
Is all of this correct gentlemen, he asked with some exasperation. After received nods and murmers of consent, Carh continued, So the entire world is at war! This is friggin nuts, he exclaimed. I wish I could have killed that submarine captain myself. At least it would have prevented the single most important military blunder in history.
And none of these countries will return our calls, except of course our Incan allies and the defeated English, he asked questioningly? There were nods amongst the group.
OK, he blurted bluntly while adjusting his glasses. Let me go tell the boss we need to declare war against the Byzantines, he stated matter-of-factly to the assembled men. Thank you gentlemen, he said with an air of dismissal. This is great just great, he muttered to himself, as he left to brief the President of the most powerful country in the world.
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