Yaqob lead the group into the library, a room which had connected to it a proper conference room for these sort of meetings. The library itself was filled with a smattering of books and collectibles, On one wall was a fireplace, over which hung two swords crossed; one of chinese origin; an officers sword he obtained while in Chinese officers school. The other was of Ethiopian origin, a traditional weapon from his homeland. Above the swords hung an Ethiopian flag of decent size, so much it dominated the room.
In the center of the room, a Western couch sat facing similar style chairs. The shelves themselves were scattered with books, art, and other similar effects. A few shelves included family pictures, both publicly and privately taken. Small bits of tribal art, headdresses and statuettes, decorated several parts of the shelves. On the furthest wall, which lacked any sort of shelves, a large copy of and Ethiopian painting of the Battle of Adwa, which dominated the wall it stood on.
"You've been a fine guest in our home," Hou said with a smile. The doors closed behind them, sealing the two officials away with Yaqob. "Meanwhile, your own house is torn apart by European squatters."
Sing strolled over to one of the couches and stood idly, waiting for an invitation to sit. Hou joined his side and similarly waited for Yaqob's command. "I've been informed though," Hou continued, "that we have an opportunity to intervene to a degree greater than setting you up with the means to correspond with your supporters back in Ethiopia. I think now we're able to go beyond the cellulose and nitrogen of the cutting room. Sing, I believe you're the one that knows where to take this?"
Sing nodded, "Diamonds." he said simply, "The current market has them as a high-profit commodity. And their nature allows for safe transportation under the noses of imperials and capitalists alike. They'd be hard pressed to intercept a shipment of diamonds."
A small round table hosted four men, each had come here for the same thing. They all wanted to speak about matters at hand, all of these people came here to talk, and yet it was this talking that could lead to very big implications. The world has been going through a maelstrom of things lately. They had planned to discuss what they could do for the better future of those countries in attendance, although this has a wide and open meaning. Seeing as though Canada was hosting this meeting that started it out.
"Gentlemen, as you are all aware of, this world is in turmoil. We may not sit around and let other countries bully us around and make decisions for us. The USSA believes that we may not have access to NER, yet they have no right to tell us what we can or cannot do. So, as this has been discussed before, I believe I should be able to propose an alliance of these countries present. An alliance of Canada, the NWC, Spain, and NER. This alliance would allow us to unite against those who try and tell us what is possible of us and what is not. It will allow us to stop the injustices in today's society and above all promote freedom. What say you?"
(( It's NER that came to propose the alliance, Arnie. You kind of hijacked what Robert had to say and I see no way of starting his.. proposal. I can't have him go " Yes, I agree. By the way I came here to propose an alliance called the Greater North Atlantic Union ;D " without it sounding off, like he's hijacking YOUR proposal. I guess I'll wait before proposing it, though, I guess. ))
(( It's NER that came to propose the alliance, Arnie. You kind of hijacked what Robert had to say and I see no way of starting his.. proposal. I can't have him go " Yes, I agree. By the way I came here to propose an alliance called the Greater North Atlantic Union ;D " without it sounding off, like he's hijacking YOUR proposal. I guess I'll wait before proposing it, though, I guess. ))
((The proposal had been discussed primarily in OOC, that being said it doesn't quite matter who proposes it.))
((The proposal had been discussed primarily in OOC, that being said it doesn't quite matter who proposes it.))
(( This is the first IC post in which it was proposed ( By the NER president ). It doesn't make sense that he sent you a letter proposing it and now you're sitting with him, making NO mention of the letter and acting like this is the first time it's being proposed. I'm not saying " it's my idea! ", because it's not, it was Mooses', but we need to be realistic here, or does your leader have memory problems? In which case it's more believable.
New England President's proposal to Canada and the North Western Coalition
[insert Canadian leaders' names here],
With the rise of tensions and recent hostilities with the United Socialist States of America bringing many concerns to mind, I've come to realize that in order to ensure my - and your - people's absolute safety, we must band together as one and provide for ourselves the security of knowing that an attack on any of our nations is to be, and will be, considered an attack on all of us. Under this alliance, it will be our duty as united nations to respond as one unified defense force in the case of an attack and/or clear hostile act against ANY of our nations or territories.
With that said, I propose the formation of the Greater North American Union. An alliance dedicated to not only the protection of our citizens and interests, but also the pursuit of science and technological advancements, which brings me to my next proposal; In order to hasten the discovery of new technologies and gain an edge on the rest of the world, I propose a second, sub-branch of the GNAU dedicated purely to research and the development of new technologies - the North American Science and Technology Agency, or NASTA. An organization that combines the knowledge and experience ( as well as funds ) of our top scientists in order to hasten and improve research with the ultimate goal of turning our nations into the most technologically advanced nations on the face of the Earth.
Lastly, I would like to ( in the future ) open trade relations so that our nations may thrive and prosper through a healthy trading relationship.
Signed Robert Holland, president of the New England Republic.
"You can sit down if you wish" offered Yaqob as he himself settled in a chair.
"Diamonds? Well, I know the material exists... but i'm not sure about much more then that. We used to sell them to the west back before my father was killed and the war started..."
"I'll be honest though, I only know basic information about Hassan's movement." continued Yaqob, "He doesn't wish to expose to much to potential discovery by our enemies I believe... I couldn't tell you whether or not he even has access to diamonds, though I do believe there are a few mines in the northern part of the Congo basin, which is under his control..."
"Though I would like to know, What kind of intervention are we talking about?"
Bozoum, Congo
"Status report?" requested Motogusinile, entering the conference "war room" that had set up to oversee the battle taking place around Bouar.
One of the officers replied "The Afari regiments have placed themselves within range of the German batteries. The Afari battery has started to lay fire down on the German left flank. The Afari regiments are all taking fire from the Germans."
Motogusinile looked over the map, "As long as we have our guns up there, we're doing good. Are the Tigray regiments ready to move out?
"Yes" replied one of the officers, "They are ready to go at your command."
"Excellent. Tell them to move as soon as they can." answered Motogusinile, "What about the other divisions?"
"The rest of the Corp should be here tomorrow" replied another officer, "Sentwala has warned you to watch out for other German divisions. Intelligence has reported that the Germans are sending several divisions from Kinshasha, including an armored division. He expects that they won't arrive for several days. Zayed has also deployed a division to Berberati to take pressure off of us here."
"Excellent" replied Motogusinile, "If we keep going like this, we'll have Bouar by Sunday"
(( Eh, I'll just go on regardless. And yes, I simply copied and pasted some bits from the letter, but a lot has been added and edited so it's worth reading all of it. ))
Canada Meeting
" Indeed. " New England Republic president Robert Holland said, placing his hands together and leaning forward as he spoke. " The USSA's continued hostilities are of great concern to me. The blockade of Boston and their intrusion into New English waters being the most recent. They showed no regard for the well being of their former citizens. No regard for the families of many USSA citizens that still resided within New England borders. They failed - or chose not to - acknowledge New England as an independent nation and promptly invaded our waters, spreading fear into the hearts of Boston citizens, and if not for the brave men and women of your armed forces - which I thank from the bottom of my heart - their ships would still be there, occupying our waters and ignoring our demands for their departure. " Robert paused for a moment, taking a sip from a glass of water before continuing.
" As I stated in my letters, it is my firm belief, that in order to ensure the safety of our people, we must band together as one. To grant ourselves the security of knowing that an attack on any of our nations should be, and will be, considered an attack on all of us. To ensure that the Boston incident never repeats itself, and if such an event were to reoccur, we will respond with force, together, as one, and under a single banner dedicated to the protection of our interests and values, but most importantly, our people. Under this alliance, it will be our duty as united nations to respond as one unified defense force in the case of an attack and or clear hostile act against ANY of our nations or territories. " Robert stopped again, taking a moment to breath.
" I propose the formation of the Greater North Atlantic Union. " he proposed, looking at the men gathered around the table, but continuing before allowing them to speak, not out of rudeness, simply out of not being done. " This alliance will be dedicated to our many interests and values, and of course, the protection of our citizens. However, there is more to it. This is not purely a military organization for times of war, but also a scientific organization dedicated to the pursuit of science and technological advancements, both military and civilian. This brings me to my next proposal; In order to hasten the discovery of new technologies and gain an edge on the rest of the world, I propose a second, sub-branch of the GNAU dedicated purely to research and the development of new technologies - the North Atlantic Science and Technology Agency, or NASTA. An organization that combines the knowledge and experience, as well as funds, of our top scientists in order to hasten and improve research with the ultimate goal of turning our nations into the most technologically advanced nations on the face of the Earth. "
" Ambitious, yes. Perhaps I'm even getting ahead of myself. Perhaps you all think it sounds too good to be possible, but it is not that kind of pessimistic mentality that builds great nations, and it certainly won't be that kind of mentality that takes us to the moon. So please, consider what I've laid out for you all. " the New England Republic president finished, leaning back into his chair, eagerly awaiting the leaders' opinions.
(( I'm assuming no one has reached the moon in this timeline, but if I'm wrong, ignore the moon part. ))
"The insertion of agents," General Sing said, "Combat advisers, aids, small things. Their pay will be in diamonds mined from captured or already acquired pits.
"We can pay you, or them base value, or a little more for each stone mined. Or the pay can be split between you and Hassan. That way the two of you will have revenue. Hassan to fund his army and make victories against the Germans and the British, and yourself to spend when you get into office. And you won't need to worry about where it goes and how to move it. That'll be be up to us.
"Not to mention it will be a way to bite at the purses of the Europeans." Hou interjected, "Cutting them off from a revenue supply may weaken their ability to fight. They won't be capable of raising the funds necessary to fuel their war desire.
"Diamonds too are not only a pretty thing, from what I've read. And we could use access to some new industrial supplies such as diamonds, as well as our own allies."
Ernesto Bodevin, a high-ranking member of the Partido Conservador that was flown to represent the Spanish Republic, decided that now was the time to insert some vitriol against the communists into the discussion.
"The complete disregard for the people of Boston by the USSA naval forces is entirely characteristic of the socialist movement's complete disregard for civilian life. I believe that the proposed Greater North Atlantic Union, having great potential to be a force of good in the world, must endeavor to halt the spread of communism wherever it is found or could appear. Provided that we can agree to that, the Spanish Republic and the rest of the Iberian League will certainly find this arrangement agreeable."
((lol aarons last line of last post "Diamonds are not only diamonds, but they are also diamonds!"))
Hunan, China
"I am perfectly fine with it all" replied Yaqob, "But to be frank, I can only give you my blessing. For the rest, you'll have to get in contact with Hassan himself. I don't think this is something he'll communicate long distance, you'll have to send someone to seek his men out in person. I do have a few addresses if you want to know where to go."
"That'll be excellent." Sing said with a grin, "We could always use leads. And this will get us going in the right direction. And perhaps begin setting things in a proper motion."
By now, Puthia had fallen. Resistance there had been strong, but not more so than Rajshahi. The town must have been small enough that the government knew it couldn't support excessive troops, one general noted. With Nawabganj, a larger city, isolated, a small detachment of troops had been sent to secure the city and execute the local authority. Seizing Delhi had been easy, because much of the population was pro-Indian. But here, in a nation that hadn't been under Indian rule for almost a hundred years, hatred for the new order would be expected. Therefore, anyone who might have the potential to stand up to the UFI would have to be shot, publicly. If the people knew that they would rule with an iron fist, they would be less likely to revolt. Especially if they saw that the UFI would wholeheartedly kill the entire population if it meant control.
Mahatma Sarvodaya was meditating. Well, that's what his secretary was telling the citizens who were trying to meet with him. Meditation was a good card to play. To the public, it showed stability and competence of the leader. To the leader, it reduced stress. In truth, he would much rather be meditating than doing what he was doing now. At the moment, he was filling out the documents that would declare the UFI only a faction seeking control, not a country. The problem with a country was that if they conquered a land, they would be forced to declare it a territory as opposed to a part of the country itself. Not just that, Jaipur would be reluctant to continue supporting them. Instead, once all the necessary land had been taken, they would step out and crush the Jaipurian government. Mahatma would decide that later. Already preparations were in place, everything from the government system to the national anthem.
The troops looted every town on the way to Somapuri Vihara. There were rumors that the citizens theere were very pro-Indian, though it was possible it had been started by the Bangladeshi government to divert UFI soldiers from Madhupur, in an attempt to allow more fortification time. Either way, the attack would be merciless. The journey to Somapuri Vihara was only to gather supplies and troops to siege Madhupur. A good deal of Pakistan was under UFI control, and progress was swift. By the end of the next month, it was said, Bangladesh would be under the rule of India. Then they would have access to the Chinese border without disruption. Bhutan, Tibet, and Nepal were as good as under Chinese control, it was decided. Perhaps Nepal could be overrun when the main focus was achieved: An empire of the entire Indian subcontinent, stretching from Pakistan to Burma, and everything in between.
Yaqob sifted through the contents of a desk drawer, grabbing a travel map of Kinshasha with notes scribbled along the edges. Yaqob unfolded the map, scanning it for pertinent information.
"Ah! Here it is" exclaimed Yaqob, pointing to a spot on the map. "In Talangai, which is in Brazzaville across the river from Kinshasha. Right next to the floodplain there is a... house of ill repute called "The House of the Rising Sun", it's ran by a couple of American's who are connected to Hassan in some way or another. When your agents arrive there, they are to ask the proprietors to show them the "Somali Princess". They'll ask who recommended them, and your agent is to reply "A man upriver". At that point they would be brought to whatever agents are working out of the building"
Yaqob handed the map to Sing, his voice filling with caution as he continued to speak. "The Germans still hold the city, however. As you can imagine, there isn't many asians in Kinshasha, i'm not sure how your agents would move around without being spotted... I suppose they could masquerade as Japanese tourists, but..." Yaqob grinned, "I suppose i'll leave the espionage to your people."
Tom looked at the Spanish man and the NER's new president. New faces, he intended to meet these men further as he would most likely be seeing them many time in the future. Tom turned to his ambassador and began a string of talk of an inaudible volume. After he finished he sat straight and his ambassador stood up and began, "The North Western Coalition acknowledges the horrible events of the USSA in boston waters and their clear disregard for their own civilians life. To build on this the NWC is prepared to agree and formally accept this GNAU, and support the Spanish agenda of rooting communism out. We however have our own terms, the NWC is only prepared to sign such an agreement if it is modified to make trade easier and allow the shipment of weapons into any of GNAU's members from forge in countries to build stronger defences." The man sat down, and Tom put his dreams of making peace with the USSA to rest, he knew it was nothing more than a dream, and a smart man abandons ideas that he knows are foolish.
NWC Atlantic Fleet
The fleet was a little scared of the round the Canadians fired, but knew why it was fired.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
It has been since time immemorial that man has looked to the stars in wonder, so I ask you, how can going to them be anything but an extension of a will older than any of us? It is our very nature to discover, and to lust for knowledge, you accept this but doubt the nobility of working to the stars?
Sing took note of the instructions he would need to pass on. The map too. Although a certain unease came over him as Yaqob explained the obvious. Something about it being confirmed by an outside person, without his own fears being public first set him on edge. "Yes well, pretending to be Japanese may be an option." Sing replied. Rambling he continued: "But I imagine someone masquerading as a Burmese businessman is an option for us too. I hear the Germans are terrible with accents. So not like it matters.
"Is there anything else I should brief my men on before I send them off half-way across the world?" Sing finished.
Jaipur
(I'm going to skip the travel and put Bao back into Jaipur.)
Once again, Bao Yinong had traversed half the length of a nation, just to deliver a stack of papers. But important ones none-the-less. In what he hoped to be where Mahatma's UFI was centered. Around him, the chaotic noise of the Indian city bustled with the lively daily activities of women going to market, men to their jobs, and guards at their posts. Understandably the certain smells of thousands of people in one small space was strong. It was like being in down-town Hong-Kong again, before the cars at least.
Bao squeezed his way through the congestion. Unlike last time he had largely hiked the distance. His appearance was no different than those around him. Muddy, sticky, a bit scratched and his pants worn at the bottom.
Breaking from the noon-crowd he pressed himself out at the base of their municipal. Strolling inside, he hoped his appearances wouldn't be an immediate cause for being turned out. He hiked his bag up, and pushed through the doors.
The narrow dirt roads of Dakar were clogged today. Caravans of trucks growled and belched diesel fumes as they slowly made their way from the port. Onlookers craned out of windows and over balconies and small crowds formed in front of the giant vehicles before dispersing just before getting run over - the drivers had already given up on trying to honk the crowds away. All of the vehicles in this caravan bore the insignia of the Compania Petrolera, except for the nimble jeeps that weaved through the narrowest alleys and skirted around the lumbering company vehicles. These belonged to the hired guns - a fitting nickname for these mercenaries who were armed to-the-teeth without exception. The Liberian port authority would normally never allow such weapons off the ships, but the corporation had paid the customs officials handsomely to look the other way while the mercenaries disembarked.
Adrian Collaer, a sixty-something Belgian national with a thinning, gray comb-over, took a brief glance at the caravan of heavy machinery slowly coursing through the streets of Dakar before it passed underneath the helicopter. It was one of the goofy-looking fishbowl jobs, offering the prospecting veteran an excellent lay of the land beyond Dakar.
"Tell me what exactly we're looking for!" The pilot shouted over the incessant whine of the propellers.
"We're looking for a certain kind of ridge!" Adrian yelled. "If the ridge has a certain shape, it means that it could contain a fault that's bearing oil under the surface! They look almost like a-"
"What did you say?! I can barely hear you!"
"Nevermind!" Adrian responded. "Just follow the coast south!" The pilot nodded in acknowledgement and banked into a southward turn, following a small flock of helicopters that were already moving south along the African coast.
The tea-house was fairly busy. It was lunch break for the Youhao subdivision of Yichun. Guarding themselves against the cold, and the rain workers still dressed in their factory jumpsuits or work uniforms bustled about the small building. Waitresses weaved through the tables, wishing that the clock would ring 1600 hours so they would be relieved by the local school kids. But the men they served, all they wanted is their afternoon rice and a cup of green-tea.
This afternoon however, a special guest would be in their presence. Shutting the door behind him Chen Yaoliang strolled in. His wool coat pulled tight around him to guard against the still cold-air outside. Hailed by several familiar greetings he looked about the room. He had a lunch date with a friend, it's why he was here.
His meeting was delayed for several minutes as he stopped to greet the men he passed to the far corner table. Handshakes, compliments, and pride just to have him there. Really, a trip that should have taken barely half a minute was cut to two long ones. All the while the contact at the far-side laughed to himself. His friend just couldn't get a break, ever.
"Even with the shame of having gone to court people still love you." the man cracked with a mocking smile.
"Well they're good people Wu," Chen said, "I've lived here most of my life. Many should know I'm not villainous."
"Yes, unlike most of us." Wu wise-cracked again, "So, how's your day been thus far? And I hope you like won-ton, it was on special today and I figured you'd like it."
"So long as it's hot today." Chen said. With added sarcasm he continued the conversation: "The weather outside is the best I've seen all year. Swear it could be the height of summer!"
"Indeed, I've never felt rain so close to freezing my balls off. I blame the Russians."
"You always will."
"Tea." a waitress said, cutting in. She left no time for formalities and simply placed a kettle and two porcelain cups on the table in front of them before skirting off.
"Well thank you." Chen muttered, "Why are we here now? It's too busy."
"It's only because my boss lets me out to eat at this time." Wu commented, "Like everyone else that actually works."
Chen laughed quietly. "**** you too." he grinned, "So as you were saying, you blame Russia?"
"Yes, for their Vodka and letting us share for them their horrible weather. I know it's almost spring, but could be spared some sun? At this time of the year I'd love to go south. but I'm shackled."
"Blaming Russia isn't very nice." Chen quiped, "Blame Canada instead."
"I'll blame them when Russia can't be held accountable. I'll blame them is the monsoons ever get this far north."
"That's the spirit!" Chen cheered with a grin.
"It's a good spirit." Wu added, "So, nothing has changed with me. If you were going to ask. So what are you going to do when you get your artist's license back in a few months? Gotta any writing planned. Or should we forbid: already done."
"Well the government forbids me from recording new material until my time is up. Nothing stopping me from writing it, so long as it remains private. But yes, I have. Mostly simple ballads to the forest outside my window."
Wu rocked his head like the high branches of a tree. Not because of some outer force, but because of annoyance, or displeasure. "Going back to that traditional stuff? What the hell, did the NPN censor committee scare you ****-less? Gotta have more."
Chen let out a rattling chortle, "Saw through me, yet again. What hasn't being a cop taught you?"
"How to stick my baton where it shouldn't be."
"Well yes, I do have some different material. Might test them again with that American Sound."
"Oh good. Maybe you can talk Daohang into marketing you to the US."
"Eh, I doubt I'd make it there." Chen groaned, "Not like they can understand me."
"Worth the shot."
The two were interrupted again as the waitress returned with two bowls of steaming soup. She put them down between the two friends with less ceremony than the tea. Without hesitation she skirted off too the kitchens. No doubt to get another order.
The interruption silenced the two. Several spoons in Wu cut the awkward silence: "So how about that Beijing Soccer League."
The advance on the German position had started to meet resistance as the approached the village of Dongue. Betting on the advantage given to them by their familiarity with the terrain, the Ethiopian advance had stayed primarily under the cover of the rolling hillsides, but as they approached the village they risked exposure. C Company of the 16th Tigray was coming up on a farmhouse; a decent size two story building with a thatched roof and plaster walls, likely the property of a man who had made a profit in the market and turned it to goat herding. C Company was under the command of Captain Adofo; a wiry framed veteran of Taif and the Tswana war. With his company spread thin as to avoid artillery damage, he was accompanied by Sergeant Mandela's infantry platoon, as well as a heavy weapons operator by the name of Kushtrim and a communications specialist everyone simply called "Pharaoh".
As they came across the house through a ditch, a shot rang out, striking one of the infantrymen between the eyes. Everyone instinctively dropped. "****, where did that come from?!" rasped Mandela in an adrenaline filled whisper. "That ****ing house." replied Adofo, signalling his men to stay down by gesturing with his palm thrusting downard, "Kushtrim, can you lay fire on that ****er?"
"I'm up for it" calmly stated Kushtrim, setting up his MG 42. Once set up, Kushtrim peppered the side of the house with bullets, causing the adjacent Adofo to plug an ear. "Great, now maybe we can get up close... Mandela, I need you to give me about five good men, Pharaoh is also going with me, the rest of you hold this point." Mandela nodded and picked a couple of men out while Adofo explained. "Another ditch breaks off from this ditch just down there a way" pointed Adofo, "We should be able to get close enough to the house to at least call in mortars." Pharaoh grabbed the radio pack he had attached to his back, "I'm with you Captain."
"Excellent" replied Adofo, now lets move"
The seven man contingent crawled their way through the cover of the ditch, the occasional snipers bullet whizzing just above their heads reminding them where they were. Upon reaching the point in the ditch closest to the house, Adofo assessed the situation. "Ehh, that's about forty yards... I think... hand me a flare." motioned Adofo back to his comrades behind him. Pharaoh produced one whilst setting up his radio and checking for chatter. After lighting the flare, Adofo chucked it onto the roof, causing it to get caught in the thatching. "Got it" he victoriously stated, "Now Pharaoh, call it in." Pharaoh awkwardly unfolded the map and found the best guess he could for the position."
"Pharaoh to Mortar Team Company C, We need to lay down fire at... 6°04'33.87" N 15°32'30.17" E, find the flare and give'em hell."
The radio spat back a static reply, "Roger that... we see your flare. Proceeding in..."
Within a few seconds, several mortar shells struck through the rough. The house, not remotely a fort, nearly collapsed from the impact as the rough exploded in an attractive rain of hay and fire.
"Move out! Go go go"
Adofo and his small team rushed toward the house and kicked open the door. The building smelled of gunpowder, blood, and chaff. Forcing their way through the flame and smoke, they were halted by poorly executed pistol fire. The Ethiopians responded at every German body they seen... not efficient necessarily, but it worked.
"We're clear"
Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
Sahle stormed through the halls of the national palace, passing the ornate statues and gilded walls in a huff. The Emperor had heard a piece of unsettling news earlier in the day, and it had sent him straight to the office of his own Prime Minister. Approaching the large mahogany doors, he busted through them like a battering ram through an unlocked gate. "What is the meaning of this?" shouted Sahle.
"The meaning of what?" calmly replied Prime Minister Reynard, leaning back in his chair.
"You continued the Wernicke report? I specifically forbade that is be continued!" replied Sahle, is voice becoming increasingly loud.
Reynard sighed, "I'm afraid your benefactors in Germany require it. I would suggest you not worry about..."
Sahle cut off Reynard, becoming increasingly agitated. "**** you and the Germans, Reynard. You know as well as I do that my father would be implicated in a lot of ****"
"That's not particularly nice of you, Sahle..." coldly replied Reynard, "We've kept you out of the hands of Hassan and his lackeys and you repay us with a '**** you?'?"
"I don't owe you my fathers head" shouted Sahle.
Reynard retorted, "If your father is so innocent, he wouldn't be implicated at..."
Sahle again cut off Reynard, "Hassan sold him ****..."
Reynard grinned, briefly looking down at his shoes before moving toward Sahle, "Then we'll make sure people know that when the report comes out"
"Do you swear to that?" inquired Sahle.
Reynard placed his hand on Sahles shoulder and grinned.
"Everything will be alright, just don't worry about it."
This was very troubling, very troubling indeed. The General had recently received a report on the situation. Just as he had feared, the Eastern invaders were, in fact, using tanks. They could take on a large force of infantry, but not with tanks involved! What were they to do?
He had, of course, informed the President, who seemed to know what to do--yet he didn't say what. He simply excused himself and left. Oh, what were they to do?
The President did, in fact, know what to do. They could take on the Turks, who seemed to be itching for action. They might even be able to take on the Siberians. But them AND the Chinese? No. They could not do it.
Not without help.
President Dimitrov stood at a telephone, listening to the ringing of the device. Finally, a female voice answered.
"This is the Ukrainian Department of foreign affairs, how may I help you?
"Yes, I would like to send a message to the Ukrainian President on behalf of the new Russian nation," replied Dimitrov.
"Alright, your message is being recorded. You have five minutes," stated the woman. A beep was then heard, giving Dimitrov time to speak. He cleared his throat and spoke:
"To the leader of the nation of Ukraine, I believe our goals are very similar in comparison. We, the nation of Russia, wish to rise back up and become the great nation that we once were. And you wish to spread your influence, culture, and territory far and wide. But for us to accomplish these goals, we must overcome a great obstacle. And what would that be? Why, none other than the Authoritarian Socialists of the East, which can easily be named: Siberia and China. Anyone can see that they are attempting to rule this entire continent. Already there have been Chinese on Turkistan's soil, and both nations are currently attempting to invade this nation. Once thru have taken over Komi and use our oil to fuel themselves for war, then what can stop them from taking over Ukraine?
Dear Leader of Ukraine, it is vital to our nations' survival that they be stopped. But we cannot do this alone; for though we have the manpower, we do not have the right technology, and for you it is simply vice-versa. Therefore, I propose an alliance between our nations, in which we are temporarily provided with the military technology to defeat these vermin, and henceforth, in order to stop an invasion from happening in the future, we shall make each other stronger through trade. Our oil for your coal.
The future of our nations depends on your answer. When you make your choice, you may inform me via the telephone in my office.
"Of course" Yaqob laughed, "How rude of me."
Yaqob lead the group into the library, a room which had connected to it a proper conference room for these sort of meetings. The library itself was filled with a smattering of books and collectibles, On one wall was a fireplace, over which hung two swords crossed; one of chinese origin; an officers sword he obtained while in Chinese officers school. The other was of Ethiopian origin, a traditional weapon from his homeland. Above the swords hung an Ethiopian flag of decent size, so much it dominated the room.
In the center of the room, a Western couch sat facing similar style chairs. The shelves themselves were scattered with books, art, and other similar effects. A few shelves included family pictures, both publicly and privately taken. Small bits of tribal art, headdresses and statuettes, decorated several parts of the shelves. On the furthest wall, which lacked any sort of shelves, a large copy of and Ethiopian painting of the Battle of Adwa, which dominated the wall it stood on.
"You've been a fine guest in our home," Hou said with a smile. The doors closed behind them, sealing the two officials away with Yaqob. "Meanwhile, your own house is torn apart by European squatters."
Sing strolled over to one of the couches and stood idly, waiting for an invitation to sit. Hou joined his side and similarly waited for Yaqob's command. "I've been informed though," Hou continued, "that we have an opportunity to intervene to a degree greater than setting you up with the means to correspond with your supporters back in Ethiopia. I think now we're able to go beyond the cellulose and nitrogen of the cutting room. Sing, I believe you're the one that knows where to take this?"
Sing nodded, "Diamonds." he said simply, "The current market has them as a high-profit commodity. And their nature allows for safe transportation under the noses of imperials and capitalists alike. They'd be hard pressed to intercept a shipment of diamonds."
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Meeting
A small round table hosted four men, each had come here for the same thing. They all wanted to speak about matters at hand, all of these people came here to talk, and yet it was this talking that could lead to very big implications. The world has been going through a maelstrom of things lately. They had planned to discuss what they could do for the better future of those countries in attendance, although this has a wide and open meaning. Seeing as though Canada was hosting this meeting that started it out.
"Gentlemen, as you are all aware of, this world is in turmoil. We may not sit around and let other countries bully us around and make decisions for us. The USSA believes that we may not have access to NER, yet they have no right to tell us what we can or cannot do. So, as this has been discussed before, I believe I should be able to propose an alliance of these countries present. An alliance of Canada, the NWC, Spain, and NER. This alliance would allow us to unite against those who try and tell us what is possible of us and what is not. It will allow us to stop the injustices in today's society and above all promote freedom. What say you?"
((The proposal had been discussed primarily in OOC, that being said it doesn't quite matter who proposes it.))
(( This is the first IC post in which it was proposed ( By the NER president ). It doesn't make sense that he sent you a letter proposing it and now you're sitting with him, making NO mention of the letter and acting like this is the first time it's being proposed. I'm not saying " it's my idea! ", because it's not, it was Mooses', but we need to be realistic here, or does your leader have memory problems? In which case it's more believable.
[insert Canadian leaders' names here],
With the rise of tensions and recent hostilities with the United Socialist States of America bringing many concerns to mind, I've come to realize that in order to ensure my - and your - people's absolute safety, we must band together as one and provide for ourselves the security of knowing that an attack on any of our nations is to be, and will be, considered an attack on all of us. Under this alliance, it will be our duty as united nations to respond as one unified defense force in the case of an attack and/or clear hostile act against ANY of our nations or territories.
With that said, I propose the formation of the Greater North American Union. An alliance dedicated to not only the protection of our citizens and interests, but also the pursuit of science and technological advancements, which brings me to my next proposal; In order to hasten the discovery of new technologies and gain an edge on the rest of the world, I propose a second, sub-branch of the GNAU dedicated purely to research and the development of new technologies - the North American Science and Technology Agency, or NASTA. An organization that combines the knowledge and experience ( as well as funds ) of our top scientists in order to hasten and improve research with the ultimate goal of turning our nations into the most technologically advanced nations on the face of the Earth.
Lastly, I would like to ( in the future ) open trade relations so that our nations may thrive and prosper through a healthy trading relationship.
Signed Robert Holland, president of the New England Republic.
))
"You can sit down if you wish" offered Yaqob as he himself settled in a chair.
"Diamonds? Well, I know the material exists... but i'm not sure about much more then that. We used to sell them to the west back before my father was killed and the war started..."
"I'll be honest though, I only know basic information about Hassan's movement." continued Yaqob, "He doesn't wish to expose to much to potential discovery by our enemies I believe... I couldn't tell you whether or not he even has access to diamonds, though I do believe there are a few mines in the northern part of the Congo basin, which is under his control..."
"Though I would like to know, What kind of intervention are we talking about?"
Bozoum, Congo
"Status report?" requested Motogusinile, entering the conference "war room" that had set up to oversee the battle taking place around Bouar.
One of the officers replied "The Afari regiments have placed themselves within range of the German batteries. The Afari battery has started to lay fire down on the German left flank. The Afari regiments are all taking fire from the Germans."
Motogusinile looked over the map, "As long as we have our guns up there, we're doing good. Are the Tigray regiments ready to move out?
"Yes" replied one of the officers, "They are ready to go at your command."
"Excellent. Tell them to move as soon as they can." answered Motogusinile, "What about the other divisions?"
"The rest of the Corp should be here tomorrow" replied another officer, "Sentwala has warned you to watch out for other German divisions. Intelligence has reported that the Germans are sending several divisions from Kinshasha, including an armored division. He expects that they won't arrive for several days. Zayed has also deployed a division to Berberati to take pressure off of us here."
"Excellent" replied Motogusinile, "If we keep going like this, we'll have Bouar by Sunday"
Canada Meeting
" Indeed. " New England Republic president Robert Holland said, placing his hands together and leaning forward as he spoke. " The USSA's continued hostilities are of great concern to me. The blockade of Boston and their intrusion into New English waters being the most recent. They showed no regard for the well being of their former citizens. No regard for the families of many USSA citizens that still resided within New England borders. They failed - or chose not to - acknowledge New England as an independent nation and promptly invaded our waters, spreading fear into the hearts of Boston citizens, and if not for the brave men and women of your armed forces - which I thank from the bottom of my heart - their ships would still be there, occupying our waters and ignoring our demands for their departure. " Robert paused for a moment, taking a sip from a glass of water before continuing.
" As I stated in my letters, it is my firm belief, that in order to ensure the safety of our people, we must band together as one. To grant ourselves the security of knowing that an attack on any of our nations should be, and will be, considered an attack on all of us. To ensure that the Boston incident never repeats itself, and if such an event were to reoccur, we will respond with force, together, as one, and under a single banner dedicated to the protection of our interests and values, but most importantly, our people. Under this alliance, it will be our duty as united nations to respond as one unified defense force in the case of an attack and or clear hostile act against ANY of our nations or territories. " Robert stopped again, taking a moment to breath.
" I propose the formation of the Greater North Atlantic Union. " he proposed, looking at the men gathered around the table, but continuing before allowing them to speak, not out of rudeness, simply out of not being done. " This alliance will be dedicated to our many interests and values, and of course, the protection of our citizens. However, there is more to it. This is not purely a military organization for times of war, but also a scientific organization dedicated to the pursuit of science and technological advancements, both military and civilian. This brings me to my next proposal; In order to hasten the discovery of new technologies and gain an edge on the rest of the world, I propose a second, sub-branch of the GNAU dedicated purely to research and the development of new technologies - the North Atlantic Science and Technology Agency, or NASTA. An organization that combines the knowledge and experience, as well as funds, of our top scientists in order to hasten and improve research with the ultimate goal of turning our nations into the most technologically advanced nations on the face of the Earth. "
" Ambitious, yes. Perhaps I'm even getting ahead of myself. Perhaps you all think it sounds too good to be possible, but it is not that kind of pessimistic mentality that builds great nations, and it certainly won't be that kind of mentality that takes us to the moon. So please, consider what I've laid out for you all. " the New England Republic president finished, leaning back into his chair, eagerly awaiting the leaders' opinions.
(( I'm assuming no one has reached the moon in this timeline, but if I'm wrong, ignore the moon part. ))
"The insertion of agents," General Sing said, "Combat advisers, aids, small things. Their pay will be in diamonds mined from captured or already acquired pits.
"We can pay you, or them base value, or a little more for each stone mined. Or the pay can be split between you and Hassan. That way the two of you will have revenue. Hassan to fund his army and make victories against the Germans and the British, and yourself to spend when you get into office. And you won't need to worry about where it goes and how to move it. That'll be be up to us.
"Not to mention it will be a way to bite at the purses of the Europeans." Hou interjected, "Cutting them off from a revenue supply may weaken their ability to fight. They won't be capable of raising the funds necessary to fuel their war desire.
"Diamonds too are not only a pretty thing, from what I've read. And we could use access to some new industrial supplies such as diamonds, as well as our own allies."
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Ernesto Bodevin, a high-ranking member of the Partido Conservador that was flown to represent the Spanish Republic, decided that now was the time to insert some vitriol against the communists into the discussion.
"The complete disregard for the people of Boston by the USSA naval forces is entirely characteristic of the socialist movement's complete disregard for civilian life. I believe that the proposed Greater North Atlantic Union, having great potential to be a force of good in the world, must endeavor to halt the spread of communism wherever it is found or could appear. Provided that we can agree to that, the Spanish Republic and the rest of the Iberian League will certainly find this arrangement agreeable."
Hunan, China
"I am perfectly fine with it all" replied Yaqob, "But to be frank, I can only give you my blessing. For the rest, you'll have to get in contact with Hassan himself. I don't think this is something he'll communicate long distance, you'll have to send someone to seek his men out in person. I do have a few addresses if you want to know where to go."
"That'll be excellent." Sing said with a grin, "We could always use leads. And this will get us going in the right direction. And perhaps begin setting things in a proper motion."
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Mahatma Sarvodaya was meditating. Well, that's what his secretary was telling the citizens who were trying to meet with him. Meditation was a good card to play. To the public, it showed stability and competence of the leader. To the leader, it reduced stress. In truth, he would much rather be meditating than doing what he was doing now. At the moment, he was filling out the documents that would declare the UFI only a faction seeking control, not a country. The problem with a country was that if they conquered a land, they would be forced to declare it a territory as opposed to a part of the country itself. Not just that, Jaipur would be reluctant to continue supporting them. Instead, once all the necessary land had been taken, they would step out and crush the Jaipurian government. Mahatma would decide that later. Already preparations were in place, everything from the government system to the national anthem.
The troops looted every town on the way to Somapuri Vihara. There were rumors that the citizens theere were very pro-Indian, though it was possible it had been started by the Bangladeshi government to divert UFI soldiers from Madhupur, in an attempt to allow more fortification time. Either way, the attack would be merciless. The journey to Somapuri Vihara was only to gather supplies and troops to siege Madhupur. A good deal of Pakistan was under UFI control, and progress was swift. By the end of the next month, it was said, Bangladesh would be under the rule of India. Then they would have access to the Chinese border without disruption. Bhutan, Tibet, and Nepal were as good as under Chinese control, it was decided. Perhaps Nepal could be overrun when the main focus was achieved: An empire of the entire Indian subcontinent, stretching from Pakistan to Burma, and everything in between.
Yaqob sifted through the contents of a desk drawer, grabbing a travel map of Kinshasha with notes scribbled along the edges. Yaqob unfolded the map, scanning it for pertinent information.
"Ah! Here it is" exclaimed Yaqob, pointing to a spot on the map. "In Talangai, which is in Brazzaville across the river from Kinshasha. Right next to the floodplain there is a... house of ill repute called "The House of the Rising Sun", it's ran by a couple of American's who are connected to Hassan in some way or another. When your agents arrive there, they are to ask the proprietors to show them the "Somali Princess". They'll ask who recommended them, and your agent is to reply "A man upriver". At that point they would be brought to whatever agents are working out of the building"
Yaqob handed the map to Sing, his voice filling with caution as he continued to speak. "The Germans still hold the city, however. As you can imagine, there isn't many asians in Kinshasha, i'm not sure how your agents would move around without being spotted... I suppose they could masquerade as Japanese tourists, but..." Yaqob grinned, "I suppose i'll leave the espionage to your people."
Tom looked at the Spanish man and the NER's new president. New faces, he intended to meet these men further as he would most likely be seeing them many time in the future. Tom turned to his ambassador and began a string of talk of an inaudible volume. After he finished he sat straight and his ambassador stood up and began, "The North Western Coalition acknowledges the horrible events of the USSA in boston waters and their clear disregard for their own civilians life. To build on this the NWC is prepared to agree and formally accept this GNAU, and support the Spanish agenda of rooting communism out. We however have our own terms, the NWC is only prepared to sign such an agreement if it is modified to make trade easier and allow the shipment of weapons into any of GNAU's members from forge in countries to build stronger defences." The man sat down, and Tom put his dreams of making peace with the USSA to rest, he knew it was nothing more than a dream, and a smart man abandons ideas that he knows are foolish.
NWC Atlantic Fleet
The fleet was a little scared of the round the Canadians fired, but knew why it was fired.
Sing took note of the instructions he would need to pass on. The map too. Although a certain unease came over him as Yaqob explained the obvious. Something about it being confirmed by an outside person, without his own fears being public first set him on edge. "Yes well, pretending to be Japanese may be an option." Sing replied. Rambling he continued: "But I imagine someone masquerading as a Burmese businessman is an option for us too. I hear the Germans are terrible with accents. So not like it matters.
"Is there anything else I should brief my men on before I send them off half-way across the world?" Sing finished.
Jaipur
(I'm going to skip the travel and put Bao back into Jaipur.)
Once again, Bao Yinong had traversed half the length of a nation, just to deliver a stack of papers. But important ones none-the-less. In what he hoped to be where Mahatma's UFI was centered. Around him, the chaotic noise of the Indian city bustled with the lively daily activities of women going to market, men to their jobs, and guards at their posts. Understandably the certain smells of thousands of people in one small space was strong. It was like being in down-town Hong-Kong again, before the cars at least.
Bao squeezed his way through the congestion. Unlike last time he had largely hiked the distance. His appearance was no different than those around him. Muddy, sticky, a bit scratched and his pants worn at the bottom.
Breaking from the noon-crowd he pressed himself out at the base of their municipal. Strolling inside, he hoped his appearances wouldn't be an immediate cause for being turned out. He hiked his bag up, and pushed through the doors.
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The narrow dirt roads of Dakar were clogged today. Caravans of trucks growled and belched diesel fumes as they slowly made their way from the port. Onlookers craned out of windows and over balconies and small crowds formed in front of the giant vehicles before dispersing just before getting run over - the drivers had already given up on trying to honk the crowds away. All of the vehicles in this caravan bore the insignia of the Compania Petrolera, except for the nimble jeeps that weaved through the narrowest alleys and skirted around the lumbering company vehicles. These belonged to the hired guns - a fitting nickname for these mercenaries who were armed to-the-teeth without exception. The Liberian port authority would normally never allow such weapons off the ships, but the corporation had paid the customs officials handsomely to look the other way while the mercenaries disembarked.
Adrian Collaer, a sixty-something Belgian national with a thinning, gray comb-over, took a brief glance at the caravan of heavy machinery slowly coursing through the streets of Dakar before it passed underneath the helicopter. It was one of the goofy-looking fishbowl jobs, offering the prospecting veteran an excellent lay of the land beyond Dakar.
"Tell me what exactly we're looking for!" The pilot shouted over the incessant whine of the propellers.
"We're looking for a certain kind of ridge!" Adrian yelled. "If the ridge has a certain shape, it means that it could contain a fault that's bearing oil under the surface! They look almost like a-"
"What did you say?! I can barely hear you!"
"Nevermind!" Adrian responded. "Just follow the coast south!" The pilot nodded in acknowledgement and banked into a southward turn, following a small flock of helicopters that were already moving south along the African coast.
The tea-house was fairly busy. It was lunch break for the Youhao subdivision of Yichun. Guarding themselves against the cold, and the rain workers still dressed in their factory jumpsuits or work uniforms bustled about the small building. Waitresses weaved through the tables, wishing that the clock would ring 1600 hours so they would be relieved by the local school kids. But the men they served, all they wanted is their afternoon rice and a cup of green-tea.
This afternoon however, a special guest would be in their presence. Shutting the door behind him Chen Yaoliang strolled in. His wool coat pulled tight around him to guard against the still cold-air outside. Hailed by several familiar greetings he looked about the room. He had a lunch date with a friend, it's why he was here.
His meeting was delayed for several minutes as he stopped to greet the men he passed to the far corner table. Handshakes, compliments, and pride just to have him there. Really, a trip that should have taken barely half a minute was cut to two long ones. All the while the contact at the far-side laughed to himself. His friend just couldn't get a break, ever.
"Even with the shame of having gone to court people still love you." the man cracked with a mocking smile.
"Well they're good people Wu," Chen said, "I've lived here most of my life. Many should know I'm not villainous."
"Yes, unlike most of us." Wu wise-cracked again, "So, how's your day been thus far? And I hope you like won-ton, it was on special today and I figured you'd like it."
"So long as it's hot today." Chen said. With added sarcasm he continued the conversation: "The weather outside is the best I've seen all year. Swear it could be the height of summer!"
"Indeed, I've never felt rain so close to freezing my balls off. I blame the Russians."
"You always will."
"Tea." a waitress said, cutting in. She left no time for formalities and simply placed a kettle and two porcelain cups on the table in front of them before skirting off.
"Well thank you." Chen muttered, "Why are we here now? It's too busy."
"It's only because my boss lets me out to eat at this time." Wu commented, "Like everyone else that actually works."
Chen laughed quietly. "**** you too." he grinned, "So as you were saying, you blame Russia?"
"Yes, for their Vodka and letting us share for them their horrible weather. I know it's almost spring, but could be spared some sun? At this time of the year I'd love to go south. but I'm shackled."
"Blaming Russia isn't very nice." Chen quiped, "Blame Canada instead."
"I'll blame them when Russia can't be held accountable. I'll blame them is the monsoons ever get this far north."
"That's the spirit!" Chen cheered with a grin.
"It's a good spirit." Wu added, "So, nothing has changed with me. If you were going to ask. So what are you going to do when you get your artist's license back in a few months? Gotta any writing planned. Or should we forbid: already done."
"Well the government forbids me from recording new material until my time is up. Nothing stopping me from writing it, so long as it remains private. But yes, I have. Mostly simple ballads to the forest outside my window."
Wu rocked his head like the high branches of a tree. Not because of some outer force, but because of annoyance, or displeasure. "Going back to that traditional stuff? What the hell, did the NPN censor committee scare you ****-less? Gotta have more."
Chen let out a rattling chortle, "Saw through me, yet again. What hasn't being a cop taught you?"
"How to stick my baton where it shouldn't be."
"Well yes, I do have some different material. Might test them again with that American Sound."
"Oh good. Maybe you can talk Daohang into marketing you to the US."
"Eh, I doubt I'd make it there." Chen groaned, "Not like they can understand me."
"Worth the shot."
The two were interrupted again as the waitress returned with two bowls of steaming soup. She put them down between the two friends with less ceremony than the tea. Without hesitation she skirted off too the kitchens. No doubt to get another order.
The interruption silenced the two. Several spoons in Wu cut the awkward silence: "So how about that Beijing Soccer League."
"They play well."
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The advance on the German position had started to meet resistance as the approached the village of Dongue. Betting on the advantage given to them by their familiarity with the terrain, the Ethiopian advance had stayed primarily under the cover of the rolling hillsides, but as they approached the village they risked exposure. C Company of the 16th Tigray was coming up on a farmhouse; a decent size two story building with a thatched roof and plaster walls, likely the property of a man who had made a profit in the market and turned it to goat herding. C Company was under the command of Captain Adofo; a wiry framed veteran of Taif and the Tswana war. With his company spread thin as to avoid artillery damage, he was accompanied by Sergeant Mandela's infantry platoon, as well as a heavy weapons operator by the name of Kushtrim and a communications specialist everyone simply called "Pharaoh".
As they came across the house through a ditch, a shot rang out, striking one of the infantrymen between the eyes. Everyone instinctively dropped. "****, where did that come from?!" rasped Mandela in an adrenaline filled whisper. "That ****ing house." replied Adofo, signalling his men to stay down by gesturing with his palm thrusting downard, "Kushtrim, can you lay fire on that ****er?"
"I'm up for it" calmly stated Kushtrim, setting up his MG 42. Once set up, Kushtrim peppered the side of the house with bullets, causing the adjacent Adofo to plug an ear. "Great, now maybe we can get up close... Mandela, I need you to give me about five good men, Pharaoh is also going with me, the rest of you hold this point." Mandela nodded and picked a couple of men out while Adofo explained. "Another ditch breaks off from this ditch just down there a way" pointed Adofo, "We should be able to get close enough to the house to at least call in mortars." Pharaoh grabbed the radio pack he had attached to his back, "I'm with you Captain."
"Excellent" replied Adofo, now lets move"
The seven man contingent crawled their way through the cover of the ditch, the occasional snipers bullet whizzing just above their heads reminding them where they were. Upon reaching the point in the ditch closest to the house, Adofo assessed the situation. "Ehh, that's about forty yards... I think... hand me a flare." motioned Adofo back to his comrades behind him. Pharaoh produced one whilst setting up his radio and checking for chatter. After lighting the flare, Adofo chucked it onto the roof, causing it to get caught in the thatching. "Got it" he victoriously stated, "Now Pharaoh, call it in." Pharaoh awkwardly unfolded the map and found the best guess he could for the position."
"Pharaoh to Mortar Team Company C, We need to lay down fire at... 6°04'33.87" N 15°32'30.17" E, find the flare and give'em hell."
The radio spat back a static reply, "Roger that... we see your flare. Proceeding in..."
Within a few seconds, several mortar shells struck through the rough. The house, not remotely a fort, nearly collapsed from the impact as the rough exploded in an attractive rain of hay and fire.
"Move out! Go go go"
Adofo and his small team rushed toward the house and kicked open the door. The building smelled of gunpowder, blood, and chaff. Forcing their way through the flame and smoke, they were halted by poorly executed pistol fire. The Ethiopians responded at every German body they seen... not efficient necessarily, but it worked.
"We're clear"
Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
Sahle stormed through the halls of the national palace, passing the ornate statues and gilded walls in a huff. The Emperor had heard a piece of unsettling news earlier in the day, and it had sent him straight to the office of his own Prime Minister. Approaching the large mahogany doors, he busted through them like a battering ram through an unlocked gate. "What is the meaning of this?" shouted Sahle.
"The meaning of what?" calmly replied Prime Minister Reynard, leaning back in his chair.
"You continued the Wernicke report? I specifically forbade that is be continued!" replied Sahle, is voice becoming increasingly loud.
Reynard sighed, "I'm afraid your benefactors in Germany require it. I would suggest you not worry about..."
Sahle cut off Reynard, becoming increasingly agitated. "**** you and the Germans, Reynard. You know as well as I do that my father would be implicated in a lot of ****"
"That's not particularly nice of you, Sahle..." coldly replied Reynard, "We've kept you out of the hands of Hassan and his lackeys and you repay us with a '**** you?'?"
"I don't owe you my fathers head" shouted Sahle.
Reynard retorted, "If your father is so innocent, he wouldn't be implicated at..."
Sahle again cut off Reynard, "Hassan sold him ****..."
Reynard grinned, briefly looking down at his shoes before moving toward Sahle, "Then we'll make sure people know that when the report comes out"
"Do you swear to that?" inquired Sahle.
Reynard placed his hand on Sahles shoulder and grinned.
"Everything will be alright, just don't worry about it."
This was very troubling, very troubling indeed. The General had recently received a report on the situation. Just as he had feared, the Eastern invaders were, in fact, using tanks. They could take on a large force of infantry, but not with tanks involved! What were they to do?
He had, of course, informed the President, who seemed to know what to do--yet he didn't say what. He simply excused himself and left. Oh, what were they to do?
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The President did, in fact, know what to do. They could take on the Turks, who seemed to be itching for action. They might even be able to take on the Siberians. But them AND the Chinese? No. They could not do it.
Not without help.
President Dimitrov stood at a telephone, listening to the ringing of the device. Finally, a female voice answered.
"This is the Ukrainian Department of foreign affairs, how may I help you?
"Yes, I would like to send a message to the Ukrainian President on behalf of the new Russian nation," replied Dimitrov.
"Alright, your message is being recorded. You have five minutes," stated the woman. A beep was then heard, giving Dimitrov time to speak. He cleared his throat and spoke:
"To the leader of the nation of Ukraine, I believe our goals are very similar in comparison. We, the nation of Russia, wish to rise back up and become the great nation that we once were. And you wish to spread your influence, culture, and territory far and wide. But for us to accomplish these goals, we must overcome a great obstacle. And what would that be? Why, none other than the Authoritarian Socialists of the East, which can easily be named: Siberia and China. Anyone can see that they are attempting to rule this entire continent. Already there have been Chinese on Turkistan's soil, and both nations are currently attempting to invade this nation. Once thru have taken over Komi and use our oil to fuel themselves for war, then what can stop them from taking over Ukraine?
Dear Leader of Ukraine, it is vital to our nations' survival that they be stopped. But we cannot do this alone; for though we have the manpower, we do not have the right technology, and for you it is simply vice-versa. Therefore, I propose an alliance between our nations, in which we are temporarily provided with the military technology to defeat these vermin, and henceforth, in order to stop an invasion from happening in the future, we shall make each other stronger through trade. Our oil for your coal.
The future of our nations depends on your answer. When you make your choice, you may inform me via the telephone in my office.
Sincerely, President Dimitrov of Russia."