World War I... in 2051 A.D.!?!?

Oops – forgot I saved a screenie of this battle too. I hope everyone had a great holiday :xmas:

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BSS EULBAR (SSN-6), PATROLLING SOUTHWEST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTÚN AND THE STRAIT OF CHICHÉN ITZA – INTERNATIONAL WATERS – 1800 HOURS BST, AUGUST 13th, 2052
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“Where are you….”, Captain (Submarines) Merodach Baladan whispered quizzically? He was intently studying the sonar screen.

This was a very big deal.

No! This was a huge deal!

The Mayans had produced a new class of submarine, and it was being very quiet. Too quiet. There had been no intelligence report of any nuclear capability in the Mayan submarine fleet, so either intelligence was wrong, which was likely during the fog of war, or the Mayan’s had produced a diesel submarine that was as quiet as a nuke. Personally, Merodach believed it was a nuke. So now, the game rules had changed. The game of cat-and-mouse had begun. The EULBAR had found the Mayan sub, and regardless of what the new ship was, it had to be sunk. Merodach always thought of the irony that nobody but his crew knew what was going on right now. The aura of silence and lack of communications meant that Merodach had to act using his best judgement.

Hours past. Silence was paramount. Only those personnel on watch were allowed out of their bunks. To allow anything else would subject the ship to noise exposure risk. Watches changed. Unnecessary machinery remained shut off. Men ate meals of sandwiches in absolute silence. The cooks couldn’t even use their equipment to cook. Time crept slowly while the EULBAR prowled the waters, just listening in the silence for anything, a hint, a noise… something.

“There sir”, said the Sonar Supervisor to Captain Baladan. “That’s her. I’m positive”. “Thank you”, Merodach said to the Sonar Supervisor. “Officer of the Deck”, he whispered loudly, “its time to man battle stations”.
 
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BSS EULBAR (SSN-6), PATROLLING SOUTHWEST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTÚN AND THE STRAIT OF CHICHÉN ITZA – INTERNATIONAL WATERS – 1400 HOURS BST, AUGUST 14th, 2052
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The EULBAR had slowly increased speed to close distance with her quarry. The ship was at battle stations. The crew poised to strike, like a deadly cobra. Several course and depth changes later, the EULBAR was nicely positioned directly behind the Mayan submarine. “Weapons Officer, report status”, ordered Merodach. “Course two seven zero; six five zero feet; ahead one third; making turns for 6 knots. Contact, Sierra One, is 8,000 meters away, contact speed 6 knots, contact depth 600 feet. Tube 1 is primary. Outer door open, target information updated in weapon. Tube 2 is backup, outer door is open, information updated in weapon. Tube 1 is ready to fire in all respects. Awaiting your order sir”, barked the Weapons Officer. “Like a well oiled machine”, thought Merodach. “Very well Weapons Officer”, answered Merodach with authority.

Task Force 3, the invasion of Uaxacton, was going to be in the area within a few weeks and Merodach was going to ensure their mission, and the lives of the over twenty thousand soldiers, went off without interruption from the Mayans.

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Well, now was as good a time as any to see what the Mayan’s had with this new submarine. “Weapons Officer – standby Tube 1”, he ordered. “Standby on Tube 1 aye”, came the crisp reply. “Fire Tube 1!” “Fire Tube 1 aye sir. Standby…. Shoot!”, came the order from the Weapons Officer to the Fire Control Technician. “Weapon away, Tube 1”, came the normal reports from the Weapons Officer. “Wire deploying normally.” “Weapon in seek mode.” More time passed. Everyone in the Control Room was anxiously awaiting the next words of the Weapons Officer. “Weapon shifted to acquisition mode. Wire has separated from the weapon. Weapon is self navigating.” “This is good.”, thought Merodach. “Conn, Sonar… countermeasures being fired by Sierra 1”, reported the Sonar Operator anxiously over the Control Room speaker system.

“Damn. Not good”, thought Merodach. “Weapon is in homing mode”, said the Weapons Officer tersely. Again, another pregnant pause in the Control Room as all anxious ears were trained for the next words. “Weapon has acquired”. “Weapon increasing speed”, came the next reports. “500 meters and closing!”, “400 meters”, “300”, “200 meters”, “100 meters”. “Explosion in the water, bearing two-seven-five”, came next over the speaker, suddenly, from the Sonar Operator. “Gotcha”, thought Merodach. “Do we hear any sounds of Sierra One sinking”, asked Merodach over the open microphone to the sonar room. “Negative sir”, came the reply from sonar. “Tube One reloaded, request permission to open outer doors”, came over the speaker from the Torpedo Room. “Open outer doors to Tube One”, Merodach ordered.

This was peculiar, damn peculiar. Did the countermeasures work? It was the only possibility. If that’s the case, then, have we shifted from being the hunter to being the one hunted? “Officer of the deck”, he ordered. “Conduct an intensive search for Sierra One”.
 
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BSS EULBAR (SSN-6), AT BATTLESTATIONS, PATROLLING SOUTHWEST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTÚN AND THE STRAIT OF CHICHÉN ITZA – INTERNATIONAL WATERS – 1445 HOURS BST, AUGUST 14th, 2052
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“Where are you….”, Merodach found himself saying again. They had searched for the Mayan submarine now for the last 30 plus minutes. Several course and depth changes later, the Mayans were nowhere to be found. The area of uncertainty with regard to the location of the Mayans, was increasing to a point where she could almost be anywhere. “Not good”, thought Merodach. Maybe they had missed the sounds of the sinking sub. Maybe she wasn’t out here at all, but was instead on the ocean floor in ruins. “Let’s replay the sonar tapes from immediately after the explosion”, he told the officer of the deck.

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Suddenly, the loudspeaker in the Control Room burst out, “Conn, Sonar… Torpedo in the water, bearing zero five zero.” Merodach’s training automatically took control. The orders came from his mouth crisply and clearly. “All ahead flank, cavitate. Helm, left hard rudder, come to course…”, he thought briefly, “three zero zero. Diving officer make your depth nine zero zero feet. Twenty degree down bubble. Weapons Officer, snapshot tube one, bearing zero five zero. Rig ship for collision. The Captain has the conn.” The order acknowledgements came in from the sailors responsible for the various items ordered. The ship began to move from a level position. As the ships angle became extreme the hard left rudder bit in to the ocean causing a snap roll of the ship. The walls became floors, and everyone was hanging on, silently, to their chairs or consoles, to prevent sliding around. Anything that was not tied down came loose. A hissing sound of air could be heard as the "snapshot" torpedo was fired down the last bearing of the enemy torpedo... obstensibly to kill their attacker. Papers fluttered from their stacks, coffee cups crashed to the floor. The silence was palpable, the anxiety could be cut with a knife. “A taste of my own medicine”, thought Merodach ironically.

“Conn, Sonar, torpedo bears zero four five. Range estimate two thousand meters and closing”, came the quick report. “Fire countermeasures”, ordered Merodach. A light, satisfying shudder reverberated through the hull, telling him instinctively that the ordered had been executed. “Nothing to do but wait and see”, he thought.

“Torpedo bears zero four two, range one thousand yards. Torpedo nearing countermeasures”, came the next report.

“Torpedo bears zero four zero, range five hundred yards. Torpedo has passed through countermeasures”, reported the sonar operator.

“Officer of the deck, emergency surface the ship. Now!”, ordered Captain (Submarines) Baladan. “Let’s go, let’s go”, he continued anxiously.

The Chief of the Watch started the emergency blow of the ballast tanks by forcing four thousand five hundred pound air in to the forward group of ballast tanks, following a few seconds later with the after group of ballast tanks. The ships angle started to change and the large down angle was countered and the submarine began to rise in an uncontrolled ascent to the surface.

“Torpedo is going to hit…..”, the sound of the speaker was muffled by the thunderous sound of an explosion outside the hull. Followed immediately by the ship’s uncontrollable reverberation. Around the EULBAR, the torpedo’s explosion displaced tens of thousands of gallons of water with air. The stress of the high-speed maneuvers, combined with the torpedo’s explosive force, and the fact that submarines can’t fly through air, caused the keel of the submarine to break in two.

The BSS EULBAR (SSN-6) had been the first kill for the new Mayan class of submarine. The Babylonian mastery of the seas was about to be challenged!
 
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EXCERPT FROM AN EDITORIAL ARTICLE IN THE NINEVEH TIMES PICAYUNE NEWSPAPER, LATE EDITION, AUGUST 15th, 2052
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“…It is readily apparent to this reporter that the basic government functions of Babylon have come to a near standstill. The economic and social impact of five years of continual war have made the Babylonian peoples scream for a change from the status-quo of our representative republic. There have been many instances of demonstrators, as shown above in Nineveh just two short weeks ago, walking the streets in an effort to initiate a change in government. Sure, the battles continue, the war is going as well as can be expected, and the government still pays debt and social security, but it is clear that, in essence, a virtual state of anarchy exists in this great country….”

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Just looking to update everyone on the nuances that are happening within the country.

[party] Happy New Year! :hatsoff:

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BNN (BABYLONIAN NEWS NETWORK) TELEVISION ANNOUNCEMENT EXCERPT, JANUARY 31st, 2053
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“Thanks Manuel”, said the news anchorman. “For those of you who haven’t yet heard, Former President Kennurabi has been unanimously elected as Chairman, to head the newly formed Socialist Republic of Babylon. The people have spoken. Kennurabi, as you know, has been in public life since before 4500 BC, and has been continuously serving as the head of the Babylonian government since 4000BC…..”

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COMMUNIST PARTY “PEOPLES LEADERSHIP DEVELOPMENT CENTER” MOUNTAIN TOP DACHA, SOUTHEAST OF LARSA, SOCIALIST REPUBLIC OF BABYLON, FEBRUARY 28th, 2053
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Count Ian Miller, Foreign Affairs Minister of the Kingdom of England, shook hands with the People’s Secretary of State, Anurada Nandu of Babylon. “It is agreed then Madame Secretary”, Count Miller asked with a smile on his face? “We are agreed, your Grace”, responded Anurada. “We have no desire to see genocide committed against the English people, and as such, we agree to immediately cease all hostilities against English assets and peoples, in exchange for your promised maps of the world.” Count Miller nodded, “I must again reiterate that you don’t really give us much choice. Whatever Babylon would like, Babylon gets. We just desire to make peace most of all.” “I understand, your grace”, answered Anurada, “just to reiterate, we also agree to allow troops from both nations to freely traverse the territory of the other, so long as damage is not done to the infrastructure, cities or peoples of the country.” Miller nodded again, “That is correct.” Anurada motioned gracefully toward the door, “Your grace, I will have the documents drafted immediately for your signature. In the meantime, please enjoy some Babylonian hospitality.” The Count nodded courteously, “Thank You Madame Secretary.”

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As he walked down the hallway, he noted the various “propaganda” posters. What a change in Babylon in such a short time. Despite the changes in Babylon, the Maya/Babylon war was the next best thing that could have happened. The sole, remaining, English city hadn’t been attacked in months as the two titans fought-it-out on former English soil. It sent chills down his spine as he considered the future of the world. He still had peace to make with the Maya. That was the next order of business. Let them bludgeon each other to death… and leave England out of it.
 
Cool screenshots, and nice story. Really immersive.

By the way do the screnshots come from Red Alert?
 
think they are gathered from the internet, along with in-game civ3 shots of course. (with some edits.)
 
Finalizing some updates in preparation for continuation of play from where I left off.

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BABYLONIAN PEOPLE’S NAVY LONG-RANGE STEALTH BOMBER A-0331, ALTITUDE: ANGELS 17, INSIDE UNCLAIMED AIRSPACE, ENGAGING TARGET GRID 3-24A, MISSION TARGET: MAYAN TROOP CONCENTRATIONS, 2330 BST, MARCH 3rd, 2053
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“How ya like me now”, shouted Commander David Wilson emotionally to himself as he watched the satisfying, white, bomb impact flashes in his helmet’s image intensifying heads-up display!

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The flashes came in rapid succession as the bombs hit their targets. This battle had been ranging across an area several hundred miles wide, and almost as deep. The magnitude of the combat had never been seen before in the annals of war. It was classic combat. From his vantage point, seventeen thousand feet above the battle lines, Dave saw thousands of ants, vehicles, explosions, and yes… tanks. Babylonian tanks! Hell on earth for the Maya!

This battle had been raging, continuously, for over 3 weeks. Pummeling the Maya. No! Slaughtering the Maya! This whole battle was to the point of ludicrous. The wholesale slaughter of thousands of soldiers. Over FIFTEEN battalions of Maya TOW infantry, riflemen, and regular infantry had been killed. Their cohesiveness as a fighting force… broken. Against the might of the Babylonian Tanks, it appeared that the People’s Army could not be stopped. The Maya must have seriously underestimated the response the People’s Army could give. “Too bad… so sad!”, he mused. “Mess with the best… go down like the rest”, he thought, as he pushed the buttons on his mission program. The stealth bomber began to make a gentle turn to the left, and Dave turned his attention to the next target drop.

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6TH MODERN ARMOR DIVISION, 3RD BABYLONIAN PEOPLE’S ARMY, COMBAT GRID 3-24B, DISPUTED TERRITORY, FORMER KINGDOM OF ENGLAND. 0900 BST, MARCH 4TH, 2053
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Colonel Kimo Morrahn was beyond exhausted. The 3rd Army was at the tip of the spear in the ongoing operations against the Maya. The fiercest battles had already happened. The Maya had sent fifteen full divisions, equalling tens of thousands of soldiers, in railcars to the front. The Babylonian response was unilaterally crushing. The Mayan defenders, stalwart. However, metal machines were able to best their flesh and bone competitors.

Kimo’s division was all but decimated. The 3rd Army held together and was able, with the help of the 1st and 4th Armies, to fend off, and destroy their attackers. His division would need some serious down time to get reinforcements and build back up to optimum fighting strength. The 1st and 4th, while damaged, didn’t take nearly as much damage, combined, as the 3rd Army. Despite his pride of combating against the Maya, he really hoped that headquarters would stand down his unit and send someone more fresh in to combat.

Babylon was gaining footholds on Mayan territory in the south and west. If this was the best the Maya could muster, they were in for a swift defeat. Rumors about the Maya lack of access to aluminum abounded, and appeared to actually be true. This would be a bloodbath. The Portuguese and the Byzantines couldn’t field a soccer team, let alone anything formidable, and the Inca were in Babylon’s pocket.

Yes, the Maya may be gaining a foothold in naval power at sea, but that didn’t save their land from being overrun. And…. give the 6th Division, 3rd Army some rest, and they will have their day with the Maya as well.
 
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2nd SQUAD, 1st PLATOON, FOX COMPANY, 2nd BATTALION, 4th REGIMENT, PEOPLE’S ARMY 2nd TOW INFANTRY DIVISION, COMBAT GRID 12-2A, EAST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTUN, MAYAN REPUBLIC. 1500 BST, APRIL 1st, 2053
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“Let’s go meatheads”, shouted Seargent Johann Mouney to his squad. “We got some ‘Blues’ to kill”, he yelled – in reference to the uniform color of the Maya. “Second Division!”, he yelled like a cheerleader. “Second to none”, came the massed, enthusiastic reply from the assembled troops in the landing ship! The front gate of the landing ship dropped like a rock, in to the water. The troops started leaving the ship like the workers in downtown Nineveh leaving their work places on Friday afternoon.

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Task Force 3 was making it’s landing on the beaches southwest of Uaxactun, the Maya resort island, and suspected military stronghold. The TOW Infantry division was landing first, and after the beach head was established, the tanks and mechanized infantry would move in. Mouney was going to make damn sure that the tanks were able to come ashore, since he didn’t relish fighting the Blues without backup.

“Nice beach”, he thought as he was scouring the beach for the signs of the enemy. He didn’t have to wait long. “Enemy at two o’clock”, shouted one of his troopers. “Engage and destroy boys”, shouted Mouney.

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The shores were alive with soldiers and equipment. The invasion was going well. The 2nd TOW Division was dug-in and laying down lots of cover fire. TOW missiles were being fired at Mayan positions, in attempts to dislodge the defenders. Tanks and Mechanized Infantry divisions were being disgorged from the landing ships and making their way to the beach.

The fighting lasted for only about three hours. “A long three hours if you ask me”, thought Mouney to himself. The Mayan defenders had relinquished control of the beachhead. A large perimeter had been set and the invasion force organized itself for the next day’s assault. As the sun was setting, the lights of Uaxactun illuminated the horizon. Johann Mouney knew he would get know that city intimately within the week.
 
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2nd SQUAD, 1st PLATOON, FOX COMPANY, 2nd BATTALION, 4th REGIMENT, PEOPLE’S ARMY 2nd TOW INFANTRY DIVISION, COMBAT GRID 12-2A, EAST OF THE CITY OF UAXACTUN, MAYAN REPUBLIC. 1500 BST, APRIL 1st, 2053
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“Van Gogh”, Mouney yelled with despair in his voice. He watched in horror, as the last of his Fire Team Leaders was instantly stopped, in motion, by a Mayan rifle bullet. Van Gogh dropped like a boneless chicken to the ground. “Dammit”, thought Mouney. His squad now consisted of only him and two riflemen from Fire Team 3. The rest of the squad had been decimated by missile attacks and stubborn defenders. As a matter of fact, the entire division had been all but obliterated and left to rot all over this stinking Mayan island.

The fighting had reached a fever pitch. Mouney was crawling on the ground and fighting feverishly against the Mayan 12th TOW Brigade. Each side was whittling the other down. The tanks and Mech Infantry divisions were assaulting the city proper, which left the 2nd TOW Division engaged with the Mayan 12th. The damnable Maya had a radar installation on the island with which they seemed to be able to spot each and every move the Babylonian Army made. That really made the defenders even more difficult to break through. They were like an iron wall.

The last of the stalwart Mayan defenders was now confined to a small area south of the radar installation. Mouney knew he had to take out the installation before the rest of the 2nd TOW Division was history. He gave the signal to his fire team. The move he was planning was extremely risky, at best, and suicidal, at worst. He gave the signal to his riflemen and they got up from their prone position and began a mad zig-zag dash toward the radar installation… guns blazing.
 
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2nd SQUAD, 1st PLATOON, FOX COMPANY, 2nd BATTALION, 4th REGIMENT, PEOPLE’S ARMY 2nd TOW INFANTRY DIVISION, CITY CENTER, GOVERNOR’S RESIDENCE, CITY OF UAXACTUN, BABYLONIAN SOCIALIST REPUBLIC. 1100 BST, APRIL 14th, 2053
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“And for bravery in the face of overwhelming odds, while engaged against an enemy of the People, Sergeant Johann Mouney is hereby granted the Medal of Valor, with combat ‘V’. Additionally, by order of the Commanding General, Second TOW Infantry Division, Sergeant Johann Mouney is granted a battlefield promotion to the rank of Second Lieutenant, to rank as such from this day forward”, read the Division Adjutant out loud to the assembled audience. The old Governor’s House was the venue for the event, and Johann hobbled up to the front to accept his medal and promotion.

He had tears forming in the corners of his eyes and he strained to keep the emotion off his face of what he had endured over the last two weeks. His entire Squad, the entire platoon he had been assigned to, the entire company he belonged to… had been eliminated in the battle of Uaxactun. It was just him, and Private First Class Barcinius Chofu that had been the sole survivors of the protracted battle. Actually, he was now Sergeant Chofu. Only about one quarter of the Division remained intact.

As the actual citations were read, the medals and new rank insignia were pinned on both Chofu and Mouney. Mouney shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His left leg was bandaged from a bullet wound. His right arm completely wrapped in gauze from where he had raised his hand to shield his face from the grenade blasts. Barcinius had a head wound and his back had been burned as well. Yes, he and Chofu were in semi-bad shape, but after the thirty days R&R and two more weeks of healing, Mouney knew he would be anxious to go back in to battle. He would actually get his own platoon now. And he was already scheming about how he might get HQ to assign Chofu as his Platoon Sergeant.
 
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STATEROOM OF THE COMMANDING GENERAL, 2ND BABYLONIAN PEOPLE’S ARMY, AT-SEA ONBOARD THE TRANSPORT SHIP BSS KASSITIUS (T-17), IN PREPARATION TO EXECUTE OPERATION AUDACIOUS MOVE, SOUTH OF THE MAYAN CITY OF DZIBILCHALTUN, MAYAN REPUBLIC. 2100 HOURS, MAY 30th, 2053
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TOP SECRET – was emblazoned across the document’s cover page. The first page of the text began:

“BACKGROUND AND OVERVIEW:

OPERATION AUDACIOUS MOVE is designed to be a blitzkrieg-style rapid strike attack at the heart of the Mayan industrial core. The Maya have an industrial base which is second only to the factories of the people in our motherland. The Mayan military-industrial complex can produce large quantities of troops in a relatively short time. The people desire that this ability be severely curtailed, in the interest of preserving the lives of the heroes of Babylon who so proudly serve their motherland during this trying time.

This operation will begin with an amphibious landing of the 2nd Peoples Army near the city of Dzibilchaltun. The people are calling for a swift and sure retribution to be exacted against the treacherous Maya, for the war that has been precipitated upon them.

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Central Command has been in communications with the Party Leadership and Chairman Kennurabi. The Chairman has declared the form of retribution to be the absolute destruction (razing) of as many Mayan cities as can be achieved while still able to mobilize the 2nd Army as a coherent military force. This operation is intended to initiate a severe blow to the industrial strength of the Maya. It is understood that the Maya defensive response will be strong. The Chairman is fully aware of the risks and has full faith in the abilities of the 2nd People’s Modern Armor Army and its commanders.”

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Three gentle knocks could be heard on the door. “Come”, said the Major General in Command of the 2nd Army as he looked up from reading the document.

“Comrade General”, came from the door as it quietly opened. The general’s aide stood just inside the open doorway. “Operation Audacious Move is a go.”

“Thank you”, the general acknowledged solemly, and with a note of dismissal, as he resumed reading the operational objective. He shook his head as he thought about the swath of destruction and despair he would soon be leaving… all in the name of the greater glory of Babylon.
 
Operation Audacious Move eh? Sounds interesting. :)

What are the Mayans up to techwise? Do they even have tanks yet? I see they have Infantry. They were still using wooden frigates last I knew.
 
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