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

Vanadorn said:
Keep up the good work and good luck painting the bedroom...

... With the blood of the Mayans. :D
 
Great story, yours and vanadorn's are the 2 that I check every day.
 
Hello sports fans. Thanks to all for the comments and encouragement. I appreciate it. :)

Iandude-88, thanks for signing up to post a comment. I'm grateful you'd take the time. I am having fun writing this. I guess the best part of this whole thing is that I don't know the ultimate outcome.

SR-71: I haven't named the ships to the right, or the southwest of Brighton. Another clump of 3 frigates and a galleon. At this point there are three ships left in the KEKCHI task force, the KEKCHI, the IX CUAT and the galleon. Stay tuned to see more:


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ONBOARD THE MAYAN REPUBLIC SAILING FRIGATE MSV-14 KEKCHI, EAST OF THE STRAIT OF BRIGHTON, MAYAN INTERNATIONAL WATERS, 0645 LOCAL TIME, MARCH 2nd, 2054
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“Ship Ahoy!”, came the call from the crows nest. The sun was coming up over the horizon. The air was crisp. The KEKCHI, more particularly Commodore Stexyl, had been tracking the contact on the radar for some time. Itzel had a notion, a sinking feeling… an inkling that the target dead ahead was someone he had met before.

“Lookout report”, came the order from the officer of the deck. “Sir, she’s a warship, hull down on the horizon. Along the bearing of Romeo eight six. Possibly Babylonian”, came the lookouts brisk reply.

“Officer of the deck. Form the line, keeping us, and the IX CUAT, in between the galleon. Keep close the stays. Stand by to unfurl the head topsails. Have the helm keep the king spoke true”, the Commodore ordered. “Aye sir”, came the reply. The ship became a flurry of activity as the radio operator communicated the information to the IX CUAT, and the ships began positioning for what the Commodore presumed would be another one-sided battle against the battleship MERRIMACK.

After several minutes the lookout reported, “It’s a destroyer sir… Babylonian. It has the number twenty four on it.”


“You’ve got to be kidding me”, muttered Itzel, “my old nemesis the LISBON is back.” “You know this ship sir”, asked the Officer of the Deck? “Yes… I do…”, replied the Commodore. “Mr. Senet and I did our level best to sink her the last time we met. She’s back to haunt me again. Apparently she’s in a better state of repair than when we had finished with her last”. “Mistah Senet”, yelled the Commodore. “Yes sir,” replied the Executive Officer when he arrived promptly. “Our nemesis the LISBON is back. I’ll need the tightest of ships. My last orders stand. We are two warships against one. We may just stand a better chance this time than last.” “Aye sir”, came the reply from the loyal Senet.

 
feel real sorry for those mayans inbetween the fleet of bab's one side and the destroyer the other side. i would retreat the forces into brighton myself... doubt the AI will tho.
 
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ONBOARD THE MAYAN REPUBLIC SAILING FRIGATE MSV-14 KEKCHI, EAST OF THE STRAIT OF BRIGHTON, MAYAN INTERNATIONAL WATERS, 0920 LOCAL TIME, MARCH 2nd, 2054
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The puff of smoke from the LISBON could be seen through the binoculars. The LISBON had chosen her target…the IX CUAT. IX CUAT meant snake in Maya. Itzel hoped upon hope the IX CUAT would be able to live up to her name and slither out of the imminent peril she was in. The KEKCHI had tried sailing as fast as possible to get within cannon range of the LISBON, but to no avail. Holding the line and protecting the galleon was the paramount directive. With the KEKCHI at full sails, and making best possible speed with the galleon, Itzel watched helplessly, as the LISBON continued to fire. The IX CUAT responded to the extent possible, but it was clear to Itzel that the captain of the LISBON had learned a hard lesson under his tutelage, about staying out of the range of the IX CUAT’s cannons.


The shots from the IX CUAT were falling short. The plumes of smoke that were billowing from the IX CUAT were testament to the accuracy of the LISBON. The captain of the IX CUAT had urged the KEKCHI and the galleon to proceed at best speed. What an honorable act. It went against everything Itzel stood for to, in essence, send the IX CUAT to her death. But if the cargo the damnable galleon was carrying was so important, he’d see to it, with all his power, to see the mission through to completion.

As he watched the ensuing battle take place in the ever increasing distance, he paused to reflect on the last time he had contact with this devil ship. The Babylonians had long lost any honorable maritime traditions, such as picking up survivors. When the IXMATA, his former command, was mortally wounded. He had begrudgingly ordered her to be abandoned. As his crew, in their rafts, made distance from the ship, the charges that were set had gone off. The explosion immediately condemned the IXMATA to the fate which had already been sealed. The LISBON merely confirmed the sinking, and then promptly sailed off to the northeast. It had taken 2 days for the survivors to be picked up. Itzel had already radioed ahead to the admiralty asking them to send ships to pick up any survivors. In the mean time, it was his responsibility to get as far away as possible from the LISBON, so the galleon could survive. If he could make it to dusk, he knew he’d stand the best chance to get away since his primarily wooden ship wouldn't reflect radar waves very well.

“Get that galleon moving”, he ordered! “Whatever it takes, or we’ll all be dead before the sun sets!”
 
Is that true? If so, do you know what Solid is in Mayan? (Solid Snake...Metal Gear).

It is true. Searching for your answer... :scan: Will advise if I find it.


More coming shortly - it's short, but I hope it ties you all over for the weekend. :)


Coinich
 
Even more of the :aargh: factor!

Four squadrons attacking –- all for nothing… nothing!


End of rant :)


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MAYAN NEWS CHANNEL (MNC) REPORT EXCERPT FROM THE CITY OF DZIBILCHALTUN, MAYAN REPUBLIC. 1500 LOCAL TIME, APRIL 12th, 2054
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“The Babylonian Air Force began their attacks of the city of Dzibilchaltun today, starting with two squadrons of Stealth fighters, like the ones shown here, and two additional squadrons of attack fighters. Although there was some damage done to civilian buildings, surprisingly, the overall effect of those attacks was negligible, considering to amount of bombs dropped…..”

Go Pats :D
 
Hello,

This is my first post and I wish to say. Great. When I found this site I just used the mods and scenerios. But I found this tale and I'm very impressed at your use of story and pictures. It is now the first place I visit. :goodjob:
It also has made me see deeper into the game, its more a story of world affairs then just build and destroy.

:thanx:


Blaze Injun
 
Blaze Injun: What further honor could I have than someone who encourages me with a first post :worship: Thanks for taking the time to post.

My primary weakness is that I tend to play the game like history, and perhaps I'm not always using the units in the game to exploit their maximum "technical" strengths in game play.

Anway. This story is a work in progress, so buckle your seatbelt.

Thanks again.

Coinich :hatsoff:
 
I’m very ready right now to scrap all the airplanes in the Air Force….. :wallbash:

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OPERATIONS CENTER, MISSILE DIRECTORATE, INSIDE THE PENTAGON, AKKAD, SOCIALIST REPUBLIC OF BABYLON. 1500 LOCAL TIME, APRIL 29th, 2054
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“Missile is entering final trajectory”, came the operators monotone voice. Missile has acquired target.” Those assembled in the room were on pins and needles. “Strike complete.”

There was an corporate sigh of relief as the attack concluded. The first live fire mission of a Babylonian cruise missile was over.

“Send in the fighters”, ordered the general in the back of the room. As the order was executed, the planes were attacking selected sites in the Byzantine city of Septum.


As two squadrons of fighters attacked, the 3rd Fighter Wing from Babylon, and the 2nd Fighter Wing from Nineveh, they strafed targets and dropped bombs. One of the fighters took video from the plane of the target site of the cruise missile strike. The attack was botched from the beginning. The fighters couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. And when the video of the cruise missile attack site was seen, it was clear the missile hadn’t done any damage at all to the target it was supposed to hit.

“Baah!”, spewed the general. “Disgraceful”, he hissed. “That does it. Scrap the program. Discontinue any current cruise missile production. This is a waste of manpower and resources.”

“Yes sir”, was all he heard as he stormed out of the room
 
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VICINITY OF LAKE ELIZABETH, FORMER KINGDOM OF ENGLAND, DISPUTED TERRITORY, 1400 LOCAL TIME, MAY 9th, 2054
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Liam and Trevor were, as always, skipping stones on the tributary to Lake Elizabeth. They were making jokes and splashing water on each other.

The water started rippling slowly. Both boys looked at each other and started running toward the roadbed. As they approached the side of the bridge, they could see the cause of the water disturbance. There were tanks. Tons of them. They were getting noisier as they approached. They had Babylonian markings on them. The boys had seen several Mayan soldiers riding motorcycles and walking in the area of late. They soldiers always waved back when they were waved to, so they couldn’t have been all bad. Liam wondered if these tanks were rolling out in response to the Mayan presence in the area.

 
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6TH MODERN ARMOR DIVISION, 3RD BABYLONIAN PEOPLE’S ARMY, COMBAT GRID 29-1U, NORTHWEST OF THE ANNEXED CITY OF LONDON, SOCIALIST REPUBLIC OF BABYLON. 0915 LOCAL TIME, JUNE 19th, 2054
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The tank columns made an absolutely hellacious noise. Kimo was in love. In love with this tank. In love with his men. The kind of love a father figure has with his team. The tanks were rolling at maximum speed. Life was good. The Mayan’s were dead ahead, and there was no stopping the 6th Division, let alone the 3rd Army. The 3rd had been emergency dispatched from London to meet the Maya in the field.


Meet them they had. As the tanks had rolled-along, they had cut through the first two divisions of Mayan TOW Infantry as if they were just addled school boys with sticks. The third division of Mayan TOW were the next target of the mighty 3rd. The Maya were spread out on the plains and were ripe for the picking. Kimo started giving orders to Pablo, his driver, and the other fine soldiers in his division. They were spreading in to a line abreast formation. Machine gunners were on their mounts. As the tanks were screaming along at high speed, they were firing their computer leveled guns. They engaged the Maya with an unbridled fury. The 3rd was gonna take out the third Mayan division, in as many weeks. “Let the slaughter begin”, Kimo thought.

 
Wooohooooo! Roll baby, roll!

A tankers dream, foot soldiers in an open plain. Give 'em a taste of some arty and then roll on!
 
T-Man: Thanks, as always, for the enthusiasm. Your comments always inspire me. The following snippet.... is dedicated to you. :hatsoff:
 
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6TH MODERN ARMOR DIVISION, 3RD BABYLONIAN PEOPLE’S ARMY, COMBAT GRID 29-1U, NORTHWEST OF THE ANNEXED CITY OF LONDON, SOCIALIST REPUBLIC OF BABYLON. 1215 LOCAL TIME, JUNE 21st, 2054
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Kimo had a grin on his face from ear-to-ear. The engagements were going well. The 6th Division was traversing the main arterial road in the area and taking on all comers. As the tank fired again, the recoil could be felt, along with the concussion of the gun, throughout the whole vehicle. What a rush.

“What’s this”, Kimo said as he watched a fire team of Mayan infantry trying to setup to fire a TOW missile at his tank. “My, aren’t we being industrious today.” “Tsk Task”, he scolded. “No. No. No. Uncle Kimo does now allow Blues to fire at his tank”, he said in to his headpiece. There were some chuckles from inside the tank as the rest of the crew laughed at Kimo’s banter to himself. “Rat-a-tat-a-tat”, said Kimo, as he began firing the .50 cal machine gun in the direction of the Mayan missile team. His bullets churning up dirt in the area of the Maya. He adjusted his fire and the bullets traced a path in the dirt, getting closer to the Mayan soldiers. They were almost ready to fire.


“Don’t you even think about firing that thing at the people’s property!”, he muttered. The sounds of the firing machine gun echoing and reverberating throughout the tank. The bullets finally found their first mark. The Mayan soldier assisting in the launch was tossed directly backward like a limp rag doll. He was instantly dead. Kimo kept strafing.


The Mayan missile fired. At the instant the missile left the tube, Kimo’s bullets found their mark on the triggerman. The triggerman was thrown backwards, arms flailing as he did the jig-of-death. The bullets tore in to him, leaving gaping holes. The missile, no longer under wire guidance from the operator, veered slightly off course, and flew behind Kimo, narrowly missing the tank, and exploding in the distance.

Suddenly, there was dead silence.

After the heat of the moment was over. Kimo stared in to the distance. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the one remaining Mayan fire team member crunching on the grass and twigs as he was in a full-out run – away from Kimo’s tank. He didn’t even look over his shoulder at the Babylonian tank commander. He would have seen a wide eyed, and very subdued, Kimo. Despite the close call, and near death experience, the radio in Kimo’s helmet continued to buzz with reports from the other platoons within his division. Kimo shook it off, and began to refocus his attention on the current task-at-hand.

“Damn Blues”, he muttered.

“Let’s go Pablo", he ordered as the tank lurched to a start, and resumed pursuing it's prey.
 
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BABYLONIAN TROOP TRANPORT HELICOPTER C654, FLYING RECON, ANGELS 4, BASED IN THE ANNEXED CITY OF LONDON, SOCIALIST REPUBLIC OF BABYLON. 2215 LOCAL TIME, JULY 14th, 2054
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Captain Carh Bharney, and his crew, were enjoying the days flight. Sent on a recon mission toward the interior of disputed territory, they boys didn’t expect to see much action other than the occasional Mayan soldier taking pot-shots with small arms fire.

They were getting deeper in to the proverbial no-mans land. It was actually quite a nice area. Carh couldn’t help but feel sorry for all the folks displaced by the turn of events over the last few years.

“Captain”, came over the headset. “Go Alfred”, Carh replied. “Sir, I’m spotting troop movements at 10 o’clock”, came the reply back. “Got it”, he said.

The noisy chopper flew over the Mayan troops, identified them, catalogued them, and radioed them in. That’s a full division of TOW Infantry.

Several hours later, the boys were nearing BINGO fuel. As Carh gave the chopper a wide swing toward the southeast, his copilot tapped his shoulder and pointed. There in the distance was a massed group of soldiers. Tons of them. “OK boys,” Carh announced, “we’re gonna risk not making it home to identify all the blue units down there.



After the quick assessment was complete, the observer had plotted the last units discovered on the map. There were seven new divisions discovered in the hills. That made over FIFTEEN more divisions of Mayan troops entering in to the fray. That would change the reaction of Central Command. Carh was sure of that.

As the helicopter was landing, the low fuel light was blinking rapidly. Carh was happy with what they had found, but scared as well. One thing was certain. There were a helluva lot of troops heading toward London.
 
Now a few questions.
1) Is this the only theater in this war?
2) Can we hear the statis of your ally(s)?
3) How fairs the navy?

With pleasure. :)


1) Is this the only theater in this war?

This is definately the main theater; however, there are attacks from me being launched against the city of Dzibilchaltun (Operation Audatious Move) and also against the southwestern portion of the Mayan mainland.

2) Can we hear the statis of your ally(s)?

a. My only "allies" are the Inca. I have only played 2 turns since this story began, and I allied with them in turn one. I have yet to see any activity from the Inca. Again, I only allied with them to ensure my own countries survival so I could focus on the Maya. The other countries - the Portugese and the Byzantines, are not really factors in the war.

3) How fairs the navy?

Good question. I don't have access, here at work, to the numbers, and types, of ships. I will have to give a status update on the Navy later. Suffice to say that I still believe the People's Navy is the dominant force on the seas.

Thanks for reading!
 
Blaze Injun In response to your previous request. The status of the Navy and Air Force, by unit listing. This information is, of course, classified. Do not release to any Mayan personnel ;)



Keep the questions comin' if you got 'em :D

Thanks for reading!


Coinich
 
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