Andrew leaned over his papers and sighed. The troops and people were getting restless and war was on everyones mind. Australia had no bussiness fighting in North America and China was untouchable. He then thought about new zealand. A small colony of Australia yes. That just might work. A small place for output of food for Australia. To feed its growing trade needs and population and it could curb the peoples war pains.
He knew that peaceful surrender was the best option that he could hope for. Bloodshed was not the best way to go. As lives lost on either side was a painful loss. A letter sent to the prime minster would due. Asking new zealand to become part of Australia. He knew he this was a delicate situation but he could handle it. Most nations don't react well to having there nationhood threatened. But he knew the prime minster. He was a smart man.
He grabbed his pen... And began writing.
"Dear Prime Minster of New Zealand
As I write this Australia is under heavy trade expectations. As much as we have the land and manpower to continue producing our products we are starting to fall short. I have looked over all the possible options and the one I am considering is our most viable. We are asking for you to revoke your status as an independent nation and join Australia. You will then be treated with the most highest respect and have seating in parliment. You will become primarly a trading outlet. Producing most of the materials required for out trading deals. If you do not respond to this letter in two weeks time we will respond with force. And forcefully take New Zealand from you. Choose wisely.
Sincerely Andrew Smitt, Prime Minster of Australia"
He quickly sealed it and handed it to one of the mail boys. Soon it was on its way to New Zealand.
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That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
Machengo, the young CEO of the Compania Petrolera Espanola, sat lazily in a reclining beach chair, sipping an overpriced drink in the shade of a of an umbrella. He stared idly into the surf as the waves left foamy white sheets of frothy seawater on the pristine sandy beach and lapped at the legs and waists of thoroughly-tanned Spanish women. It was then that Adrian Collaer marched onto the beach from the nearby resort - his blue button-up shirt and khaki pants contrasting sharply with the swimming attire of the beachgoers.
"Always so busy, aren't you?" Adrian sarcastically noted.
"Ah!" Machengo straightened himself up. "Senor Collaer... I thought you were staying in Africa for another month at least. The report isn't until September."
"I actually have my report early." Adrian produced a velvet drawstring bag from his pocket and dumped its contents out on the table next to Machengo's drink and out came 120 grams of rough diamonds.
"These were recovered from the bodies of the militias defending some of the diamond mines on the parcels of land you bought the prospecting rights for. We've recently hired back some of the native labor in some of those diamond pits. By the time September comes along, I will have three times as many diamonds to bring you."
"I am not going to lie, those diamonds are very impressive and all. But it isn't oil at the end of the day, this is an oil company, not a diamond company. I don't think I need to remind you that your search for oil in Liberia has not been anywhere near as successful as this diamond project you've started. The stockholders are not impressed with your results and I have to admit that I'm not too thrilled myself." Machengo explained, reaching over Adrian's diamonds and taking a sip of his drink. "Find oil by September 1 or I'm pulling the plug on your prospecting venture."
"Don't you see? We can use this as a means of getting to the oil... and forget about that ******** about giving them to Hassan in exchange for the Niger Delta. **** Hassan. With these diamonds we can go straight to the motherlode. I'm talking about using these diamonds to fund a unification of Arabia."
"Adrian, I had a hard enough time taking your other plan seriously, but that... that is the epitome of ridiculous." Machengo said disappointedly.
"You are turning your back on the opportunity of a hundred lifetimes. Arabia's wealth of oil is the greatest in the world, and nearly unspoiled because of the chaos in the region. If we could unify Arabia under a government with loyalties to Spain and this company, your company would have a monopoly over the greatest source of oil in the world."
"I know I'm idiot for entertaining these deluded, half-baked schemes of yours, but... Arabia's oil would be quite the prize. You do have a point there."
"You still have contact with those mercenaries, right? Not the bumbling Ejercito rejects that you sent with us to Liberia either - I mean real mercenaries who can be trusted to get **** done." Adrian asked, grinning because he knew he had Machengo sold on this new plan.
"You must mean Phalanx. Yeah, I still have their number in my office. Never actually called them before, though."
"Give them a call, would you?" Adrian asked, carefully scooping all of the diamonds back into his drawstring pouch. "See if Phalanx is willing to work for us in Arabia in exchange for diamonds."
"Excellent" nodded Mudada, "As for mines, we have access. There are multiple old mines and civilian mines in the north, well within our safely held territory. Most of the mines are in the south, however, and it would take more then money to free them from their current captors..."
Mudada paused, "One thing of note is that we need to establish the procedure for exchanging them. We currently do not have a port, and the places we have been traditionally smuggling are flanked by nations who typically are... suspicious of Chinese activities. I say this because we are looking into Mombassa, but it has became something of a pirate hotspot since Sahle has taken power. You'd have to be prepared"
Gang grumbled to himself thinking. "Jia, what's your input?"
"Well the current situation is certainly a touch one." the agent said, "But I don't know. Mombasa would appear to be probably the best place to use for the moment. It's not like working an illegal trade will stand out in a city that's already a hive of illegality. If it's just simple criminals, should help to cause some violence or something to get them to be afraid of us, or our men here."
Gang nodded, "Well, Mudada," Gang sighed, turning his attention back to the African in front of him, "You're more familiar with the areas around here. If Mombasa is what I'm picturing it as then I'm weighing out whether or not it's better if we're harassed by them, or the Germans, or Sahle.
"Though, before it is decided whether we use this city as a hub - even temporary - I want to hear what you know. Are you familiar with the city at all? Anything that can be used as an alternate route in or out? Besides ports of course."
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With the construction coming together, it was starting to look like a fortress now...besides being made of scrap metal. But scrap metal or not, it was still strong, at a two meter thick wall, and currently 10 meters high. That was the inner wall. The construction for the outer wall was also in progress, also two meters thick, but was at 4 meters.
"Well, this is great, a fortress. What's the prime minister going to say when he drops by and sees this?" Dave asked
"We can deal with that when it happens" Chris replied.
"Well, we were using scrap metal, so pretty sure he can't say anything about stealing." Rachel said.
They then continue to supervise the construction
(XD a fortress wall of scrap metal welded together...two meters thick, is still pretty good)
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At last, it seemed that the battle was starting to be won by the Americans, at the cost of a good deal of casualties. While the battle was far from over, it was noticeable that the Americans had the upper-hand. For now, at least. News that transport planes from Miami are in-route and are carrying supplies and additional reinforcements. The catch was that the Soldiers already there had to push the Spanish back enough so that the USSA had control over at least 2/3 of the city and if possible, capture the airfield.
This in no way would be any easy task, the Spanish soldiers are putting up a hell of a fight, but the North American wars truly hardened the Soldiers. They knew a thing or two about modern warfare.
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"Push forward men, use the tanks as cover! The Apaches will keep them suppressed!" Shouted First sergeant Anthony Venanzio, an Italian immigrant who has been a member of the Army since 1969. A veteran of the wars between the RNF and Canada. Spain is the newest edition to his belt. He was in charge of 12th Grand Guard Battalion's Echo Company after the death of the XO.
The American soldiers slowly pushed their way up, an Abrams leading the way. The machine gunner on the tank was having his way with any Spanish soldier who moved. "You know seniors, this is almo-" He nearly finished his sentence when two bullets hit him in the neck and head, an instant death. "Dammit! They got Martinez!" Shouted the driver of the tank, "We nee-" He was interrupted when to explosions hit dead on the front of the tank of the tank, rocking it and filling the tank with the sounds of the explosions. "Holy crapola! We are hit! We are still combat-effective, but only for a while. I can't check to see the damage. We'll keep pushing up till we can't anymore." He announced. His aimed the tank barrel at where the shots came from, and as soon as the smoke cleared. He opened fire.
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//"Roger that Eagle-6, return to base for refueling and rearming, we'll get one of the Apaches to finish it off.//
The six F-15As turned away from San Juan to return to the airbase while the Apaches took over attacking enemy infantry not in buildings, and destroying that last artillery piece. Air domanace was secure for the Americans even with the jets gone. With it secured, the favor went more into the American's favor. Yet, strategy is what truly wins a battle.
Washington D.C.
Fernandez had finally finished making the arrangements for the peace summit, and was just about to go get a cup of coffee when his phone rang. He was puzzled on how in instantly when to him, but picked it up. It was spain; "Hello?"
The same thing happened to the Secretary of Defense, who was going over Logistics and deployments of troops when his phone rang. Never turning his head or eyes away from the paper he snatched the phone. "Hello? This better be important."
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The world is a cold, unforgiving, maple-syrupy place for a Canadian
Miguel Tejero, after being on hold for almost fifteen minutes, was finally greeted by the USSA President.
"And a good day to you, Mr. Fernandez." Tejero began. The American president could detect the heavy Spanish accent in the speaker's voice. "I'm Miguel Tejero of the Second Spanish Republic, and I've recently received your letter in the mail concerning a US hosted-peace summit in Nueva York. I am calling you to assure that I will not be wasting my time if I were to attend. I think we both know why this conflict betwixt our two nations has boiled over into open conflict, and I think we are both equally aware of what it would take to end this conflict.
Your nation's sudden experiment in socialism, Mr. Fernandez, is the sole reason for my interest in the Americas. Should your people turn away from communism, Spain would to cease hostilities at once and this conflict between the GNAU and the United States of America would end. If you, however, would prefer to wallow in socialism, would prefer to be nothing but a Chinese puppet, I fear that our nations have nothing to discuss."
"Sahles Goon have reasonable control of the ports further, which makes them unrealistic. Mogadishu, further down, has slipped from Sahles grasp about as much as Mombasa, but it is also a pirate town and is closer to Sahles strongholds. Those are the only two I can think of on the east coast that are free of Sahles goons and large enough we could operate under the radar to any extent..."
"Now traditionally we have been using Point Noire on the west coast, but it is under German and Belgian command and difficult sometimes. The Spanish have been slowly became more common further south then they used to be for reasons we don't know, though rumors are that they've got a hold of gold or diamonds or something to that effect. We all know what the Spaniards think of your people, so I am not sure what we would be risking there..."
((I imagined your guy speaking in an evil scientist voice for some reason))
Washington D.C.
"Tell me then, why do you hate Socialism? What is so horribly wrong with it, that you would openly attack my nation over it? The only difference is, is that the government controls the economy. Its not like we take away rights from our citizens. We are still a republic, Mr. Tejero. A Socialist Republic. Different from the over communist nations in the world, in the fact that civilians have all their rights, Intact.
So please, I would love for you explain why you wish to end our government. I mean, you must have hundreds if not thousands of reasons to declare war on us. Perhaps your using this as an excuse to show the world you are a power after we defeated you before, and your next defeat in Africa. Simply a way to regain what is lost? Mr. Tejero, I do not wish war between our nations, I hope you reconsider your demands."
((And for some reason, I thought my guy talked like an evil scientist as well.))
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The world is a cold, unforgiving, maple-syrupy place for a Canadian
"This socialism is a plague, can you not see? The poor and disillusioned, who would normally be content to live out their lives knowing their place in the world, now think that they can simply steal the hard work of greater men and distribute it amongst themselves. In the days before, this was simple thievery and it was shunned - now the thieves and villains of this world rebrand it as communism.
This socialism, this plague, has upset the order of civilization. The impoverished and uneducated of the world, are no longer content to earn the comforts afforded to the greater men from the toils of their efforts. Today, they honestly believe it is fair to overturn the established order, to seize the hard-earned goods of those who toiled and sweated for their fortunes, and spill it out for the lazy multitudes to scavenge like so many vultures.
And what would your demands be, Mr. Fernandez? That Spain might look the other way while you perpetuate this thievery and propagate it throughout the world? That we tolerate this injustice? Impossible. Peace will be impossible. Coexistence will be impossible."
"Yes. And even if you had access to western ports or cities it may still be difficult to operate from. I would rather operate over as much neutral ground as possible.
"Mombassa, and if the times comes Mogadishu would make for workable bases. Just needs a bit of cleaning up."
(( Spain has yet to say anything about our trade deal.. But since we pretty much wrapped it up through PM, should we assume it all went well?
If so, basically Spain is trading wheat/grain to NER for bauxite ( Aluminum ), and they are also selling oil to NER at a discount. We had something going about granite too but I don't know where that ended. ))
New England Republic Department of State Offices
The operator went through usual information gathering, however, this caller requested a higher up person immediately, something the operator could not do. Instead, the caller was simply transferred to the office of Asian affairs, where an agent tried his best to help.
" Hello, David Lee, Department of State Bureau of East Asian and Pacific Affairs, how may I help you? "
( I have something else to post about but I can't quite remember... ))
A silvery beast, burning orange in the morning sun rolled along the tarmac. The red star emblazoned on its tail glowed an ever more saturated red in the light. Its four propellers firing up to full speed. It was waking up, a rare time it could fly.
"Run ways all yours one-o-two." the flight control said, "Everything between here and Urumqi has been informed of your passage. Have a good flight."
"Copy that control." the pilots on board the beast cracked. They rode their mount on down the run-way, "Keep the threshold clean for us on our return."
"Roger one-o-two. Control over and out."
Gaining speed, Aircraft 102 speed down the runway. Its propellers spinning from a low hum to a deep roar. Then as if graced by impossibility, the mighty beast lifted from the ground and began its course west. Inside, Raje Long starred out the window as his home grew ever more distant.
"Perhaps in the sense I was in a different country" responded Yaqob, "...but it's hard to tell... I mean, I was reaching that age where I was gaining interest in the larger affairs of the world. Vienna was a relatively calm place when I was there. It was my senior year when the French invaded Germany... but that was still foreign"
"To be honest, I think my interest in politics came out of my visit here. Before I was prepared to take my place in the family, I went into military studies with the intentions of being a supporter of my brother, but as things went on it was clear something needed to change."
Kinshasa
"We will take care of Mombassa, friends. Swahililand might be overrun with criminal elements, but it's one of the few places supported of Yaqob's true government have sway. Sahles goons don't go there because there is nothing worth stealing in that land."
"Well, we're going to move onto a different topic if you don't mind. For that I want to ask you who you looked up to. Which figure was important? Why? How?"
(I should also start going back through to take notes. After this is done I was going to write a mock NPN article on Yaqob. Then if I had to censor out anything to retain national character re-write it for the Wiki.)
"And yet, we prosper! Socialism has brought this nation out of the destruction caused by the Canadians, and into a rebuilt society where every man and women is equal! I have worked hard rebuilding this nation's infrastructure, the damage caused by the Canadians in nearly reversed! By the hands of communism! You can not simply bash someone for their ideals, especially when their Ideals work. When my term ends, I might be the only and last communist president. I might be the first in a line of many. The USSA still stands for Liberty and Freedom, and will forever remain so. God take me if that fails.
Mr. Tejero, I pray you can see my point here. Your a smart man, and I'm sure you won't blindly cast yourself into a war that you require your allies support to win. I do not want a pointless war. I do not demand anything from you other then for you end this pointless war. Communism, is simply like Christianity. It had a rough start in the beginning, a few pillages and wars, but it grew into a peaceful world-wide influence. You should know, your nation is widely known for being Catholic. But enough of this talk, will you come to the Peace summit?"
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The world is a cold, unforgiving, maple-syrupy place for a Canadian
Prime Minister Tejero frowned with President Fernandez's response.
"It is clear that a peace summit will be naught but a waste of my time. We have nothing more to discuss, Señor Fernandez."
With that, Miguel Tejero hung up.
San Juan, Puerto Rico
As the sun rose over Puerto Rico, the Spanish were falling back from San Juan into the jungles and plains of eastern Puerto Rico. US reinforcements arrived on the island much faster and in greater number than military intelligence would have suggested. With the enormous distance from the nearest Spanish aircraft carriers and airfields denying the Spanish from deploying any kind of air support, the Americans ruled the skies over Puerto Rico and were taking a heavy toll indeed.
Captain Olega called for the Spanish infantry, including his own Cazador task force, to fall back into the lush rainforest on the slopes of El Yunque. Those forces closer to the southern end of the city were to move into the jungles of the Cordillera mountains, where mortar companies had already dug their heels in. From the thick jungle, shells continued to rain down from the mountains at a frequency of about once a minute - maybe twice. Since the mortar smoke was hidden by the lush canopy, and with the Spanish mortar companies frequently moving to new firing positions, it would take some doing to root them out - especially now with retreating infantry companies filtering into the jungles to back them up.
Captain Olega, a few Cazadores, and a squad of Spanish infantry, had come to a stop at a babbling jungle creek. The Cazadores set up a westward-facing watch while the regulars filled their canteens in the fresh, running water. Olega slumped down at the trunk of a tree and turned the radio on in his backpack.
"This is Captain Olega, acting commander of Spanish forces in Puerto Rico." He wiped off the beads of sweat that had formed on his bald head. "I have ordered a fallback from San Juan to the environs around the city. American reinforcements from the mainland nearly overran our forces. Our armor is all gone."
//You said that the Americans have sent reinforcements from the mainland?//
"Yes." He affirmed. "American planes have been arriving since three am local time."
//Hold tight, Captain.// The voice on the other end crackled. //We'll get you and your men support soon enough.//
"Until then, we'll hold the line..."
Madrid, Spain
"Your excellency, our forces in Puerto Rico have confirmed that the Americans are sending reinforcements from the mainland to Puerto Rico." A medal-decorated figure reported, offering a brief salute to the prime minister. "The conditions to begin Operation Lepanto have taken place. I need your authorization to send the message to Admiral Santin."
"The American president was not willing to capitulate with us in exchange for peace... Perhaps Señor Fernandez will prove more malleable once he is made to beg for it." Said Tejero grimly. "You may inform Admiral Santin of my authorization, Estado Mayor. Operation Lepanto commences now."
"Yes, excellency."
Boston, New England Republic
Admiral Santin, hung up the Andalucia's phone after a brief telephone call with a stone cold expression. He produced a manila folder from a lockbox directly underneath the captain's chair, took a sheet of crisp typewriter paper, and set it in front of the radio operator.
"Open broadcast. I want everyone within 600 miles to hear this." Admiral Santin succinctly ordered. The radio operator quickly set about translating the text in front of him into a flurry of dits and dahs with the ship's morse paddle. Immediately the airwaves of New England and beyond were alive with this cryptic string of beeps.
The admiral stood silently for a moment once the message had been repeated twice before unexpectedly breaking it.
"Do you also, by chance, have the capabilities to keep us around? I'm afraid our mission has us staying here for a while. At least until the first diamonds are ready for shipment.
Canada((I am doing things a bit weird but how I would likely predict them; my troops would get through a smaller city with ease, so I posted the cities until I fortified.))
((Let's go guiz))
Minot
It was by the fall of the night...Many troops needed moved, nobody could know, planes were readied at Winnipeg and soon took off. Some of them had been modified a bit before, subtle differences and attempts to decrease the sound. The planes took off in unison and turned around, give them some time to get unified and in a group. Once they were near the border they flew as high as possible without stalling, it was close, one plane showed some signs of stalling at one point, but it was just a fluke. Once they had just barely crossed the borders they began their highly sketchy plan of landing.
As most people know, The US has excellent and generally well built highways and roadways. Canada was aware of this fact as well of the fact that North Dakota is very thinly populated. Their plan was daring, and likely hard to pull off easily. The planes would be landing, literally on a road. It happened like this; the planes would land on a section of road that was wide enough to accommodate the planes and not heavily trafficked. Once I plane had been landed it's occupants would take it down the road to a nearby forest and cover it with a leaf tarp. Any witnesses would be executed. The plan took much time, by the end the night had only about an hour left until the sun came up. It was time for them to initiate the invasion.
Canadian troops moved in through North Dakota, the mission had been completely stealth until they had reached the minot air force base, at which point the Canadian troops began killing those in their path and seizing USSA ships. At this time the Canadian forces stopped, getting things wrapped up, setting up a few fortifications and then began moving on. As they moved towards their next target, Rugby and Williston. The Canadian forces made quick use of the USSA ships, the cities were completely unsuspecting as they were bombed into rubble. As the Canadians reached it, they set up a few troops and moved on.
Air Over Detroit
"Why are they flying so low?"
"Who the hell knows these days, damn people."
A typical conversation between two citizens, but they had misunderstood the seriousness. As they bickered, the Canadian plan was underway. Once the planes were in complete formation, bombs were away. The people were completely unsuspecting, unknowing of who their attacker was. The damage to the city was slowly increasing, but the pace did not matter, this was one of the USSA's most influential cities, so they were glad to just be bombing it.
Forests Near Minnesota
Forests were a large part of this region of the border. The Canadians used this to their advantage, they snuck through to cities like Ely, doing as much damage as possible with only their troops. At this specific region planes were not being used, the thinking was "If we are trying to stealthily capture their cities, why ruin it?". The tactic was working fine, cities were generally unsuspecting of this attack.
Great Lakes
The Canadians initiated the other main part of their plan. They sent out their navy, and stealthily transported troops across the border, they had a difficult task. They couldn't get too close to the coast, and they couldn't get near enemy patrols. Aptly, night was chosen as when to do this, the ships had a fresh coat of black paint in anticipation for this kind of mission. Although it made them less detectable, they still needed to act very stealthily. Once they reached close enough to a coastal area that didn't have a large amount of enemy troops, the troops were released, heading towards their various mission spots. As some of the troops left, the ships went on their way for their own mission.
Day dawned as the troops grew closer to the port Canadians were getting a bit ballsier, trade ships were immediately seized and sent back to Canada and the navy slowly closed in on targets like Cleveland. What they kept in mind was unity, striking at the same time and striking powerfully. As they moved closer to their targets the bulk of the units headed towards Michigan, planning on taking it entirely.
Cities on the Border such as Pembina, Belcourt, Hallock, etc.
As the troops got out of the water they headed towards their targets. Smaller cities were less of an importance, but nonetheless they were seized quickly. Taking them with a speed of a horse with wings, quick. This was just the first phase, and in the mean time, until phase two was initiated, fortifications were set up.
West Coast
As the war began, Canadian's initiated their main attack. They sent most of their navy and troops towards Mexico. They had been training for this, they knew what they were going to do, and they were ready. They were heading for the gulf of California, there the plan could be done. Canada believed Mexico to be only a minor trouble, and when they declared war on Spain, they crossed the line.
He knew that peaceful surrender was the best option that he could hope for. Bloodshed was not the best way to go. As lives lost on either side was a painful loss. A letter sent to the prime minster would due. Asking new zealand to become part of Australia. He knew he this was a delicate situation but he could handle it. Most nations don't react well to having there nationhood threatened. But he knew the prime minster. He was a smart man.
He grabbed his pen... And began writing.
"Dear Prime Minster of New Zealand
As I write this Australia is under heavy trade expectations. As much as we have the land and manpower to continue producing our products we are starting to fall short. I have looked over all the possible options and the one I am considering is our most viable. We are asking for you to revoke your status as an independent nation and join Australia. You will then be treated with the most highest respect and have seating in parliment. You will become primarly a trading outlet. Producing most of the materials required for out trading deals. If you do not respond to this letter in two weeks time we will respond with force. And forcefully take New Zealand from you. Choose wisely.
Sincerely Andrew Smitt, Prime Minster of Australia"
He quickly sealed it and handed it to one of the mail boys. Soon it was on its way to New Zealand.
Machengo, the young CEO of the Compania Petrolera Espanola, sat lazily in a reclining beach chair, sipping an overpriced drink in the shade of a of an umbrella. He stared idly into the surf as the waves left foamy white sheets of frothy seawater on the pristine sandy beach and lapped at the legs and waists of thoroughly-tanned Spanish women. It was then that Adrian Collaer marched onto the beach from the nearby resort - his blue button-up shirt and khaki pants contrasting sharply with the swimming attire of the beachgoers.
"Always so busy, aren't you?" Adrian sarcastically noted.
"Ah!" Machengo straightened himself up. "Senor Collaer... I thought you were staying in Africa for another month at least. The report isn't until September."
"I actually have my report early." Adrian produced a velvet drawstring bag from his pocket and dumped its contents out on the table next to Machengo's drink and out came 120 grams of rough diamonds.
"These were recovered from the bodies of the militias defending some of the diamond mines on the parcels of land you bought the prospecting rights for. We've recently hired back some of the native labor in some of those diamond pits. By the time September comes along, I will have three times as many diamonds to bring you."
"I am not going to lie, those diamonds are very impressive and all. But it isn't oil at the end of the day, this is an oil company, not a diamond company. I don't think I need to remind you that your search for oil in Liberia has not been anywhere near as successful as this diamond project you've started. The stockholders are not impressed with your results and I have to admit that I'm not too thrilled myself." Machengo explained, reaching over Adrian's diamonds and taking a sip of his drink. "Find oil by September 1 or I'm pulling the plug on your prospecting venture."
"Don't you see? We can use this as a means of getting to the oil... and forget about that ******** about giving them to Hassan in exchange for the Niger Delta. **** Hassan. With these diamonds we can go straight to the motherlode. I'm talking about using these diamonds to fund a unification of Arabia."
"Adrian, I had a hard enough time taking your other plan seriously, but that... that is the epitome of ridiculous." Machengo said disappointedly.
"You are turning your back on the opportunity of a hundred lifetimes. Arabia's wealth of oil is the greatest in the world, and nearly unspoiled because of the chaos in the region. If we could unify Arabia under a government with loyalties to Spain and this company, your company would have a monopoly over the greatest source of oil in the world."
"I know I'm idiot for entertaining these deluded, half-baked schemes of yours, but... Arabia's oil would be quite the prize. You do have a point there."
"You still have contact with those mercenaries, right? Not the bumbling Ejercito rejects that you sent with us to Liberia either - I mean real mercenaries who can be trusted to get **** done." Adrian asked, grinning because he knew he had Machengo sold on this new plan.
"You must mean Phalanx. Yeah, I still have their number in my office. Never actually called them before, though."
"Give them a call, would you?" Adrian asked, carefully scooping all of the diamonds back into his drawstring pouch. "See if Phalanx is willing to work for us in Arabia in exchange for diamonds."
"Excellent" nodded Mudada, "As for mines, we have access. There are multiple old mines and civilian mines in the north, well within our safely held territory. Most of the mines are in the south, however, and it would take more then money to free them from their current captors..."
Mudada paused, "One thing of note is that we need to establish the procedure for exchanging them. We currently do not have a port, and the places we have been traditionally smuggling are flanked by nations who typically are... suspicious of Chinese activities. I say this because we are looking into Mombassa, but it has became something of a pirate hotspot since Sahle has taken power. You'd have to be prepared"
"Well the current situation is certainly a touch one." the agent said, "But I don't know. Mombasa would appear to be probably the best place to use for the moment. It's not like working an illegal trade will stand out in a city that's already a hive of illegality. If it's just simple criminals, should help to cause some violence or something to get them to be afraid of us, or our men here."
Gang nodded, "Well, Mudada," Gang sighed, turning his attention back to the African in front of him, "You're more familiar with the areas around here. If Mombasa is what I'm picturing it as then I'm weighing out whether or not it's better if we're harassed by them, or the Germans, or Sahle.
"Though, before it is decided whether we use this city as a hub - even temporary - I want to hear what you know. Are you familiar with the city at all? Anything that can be used as an alternate route in or out? Besides ports of course."
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"Well, this is great, a fortress. What's the prime minister going to say when he drops by and sees this?" Dave asked
"We can deal with that when it happens" Chris replied.
"Well, we were using scrap metal, so pretty sure he can't say anything about stealing." Rachel said.
They then continue to supervise the construction
(XD a fortress wall of scrap metal welded together...two meters thick, is still pretty good)
At last, it seemed that the battle was starting to be won by the Americans, at the cost of a good deal of casualties. While the battle was far from over, it was noticeable that the Americans had the upper-hand. For now, at least. News that transport planes from Miami are in-route and are carrying supplies and additional reinforcements. The catch was that the Soldiers already there had to push the Spanish back enough so that the USSA had control over at least 2/3 of the city and if possible, capture the airfield.
This in no way would be any easy task, the Spanish soldiers are putting up a hell of a fight, but the North American wars truly hardened the Soldiers. They knew a thing or two about modern warfare.
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"Push forward men, use the tanks as cover! The Apaches will keep them suppressed!" Shouted First sergeant Anthony Venanzio, an Italian immigrant who has been a member of the Army since 1969. A veteran of the wars between the RNF and Canada. Spain is the newest edition to his belt. He was in charge of 12th Grand Guard Battalion's Echo Company after the death of the XO.
The American soldiers slowly pushed their way up, an Abrams leading the way. The machine gunner on the tank was having his way with any Spanish soldier who moved. "You know seniors, this is almo-" He nearly finished his sentence when two bullets hit him in the neck and head, an instant death. "Dammit! They got Martinez!" Shouted the driver of the tank, "We nee-" He was interrupted when to explosions hit dead on the front of the tank of the tank, rocking it and filling the tank with the sounds of the explosions. "Holy crapola! We are hit! We are still combat-effective, but only for a while. I can't check to see the damage. We'll keep pushing up till we can't anymore." He announced. His aimed the tank barrel at where the shots came from, and as soon as the smoke cleared. He opened fire.
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//"Overlord, the last piece of enemy artillery is still effective and I have nothing left to hit it with, I recommend calling in another jet or heli to finish it off, over."//
//"Roger that Eagle-6, return to base for refueling and rearming, we'll get one of the Apaches to finish it off.//
The six F-15As turned away from San Juan to return to the airbase while the Apaches took over attacking enemy infantry not in buildings, and destroying that last artillery piece. Air domanace was secure for the Americans even with the jets gone. With it secured, the favor went more into the American's favor. Yet, strategy is what truly wins a battle.
Washington D.C.
Fernandez had finally finished making the arrangements for the peace summit, and was just about to go get a cup of coffee when his phone rang. He was puzzled on how in instantly when to him, but picked it up. It was spain; "Hello?"
The same thing happened to the Secretary of Defense, who was going over Logistics and deployments of troops when his phone rang. Never turning his head or eyes away from the paper he snatched the phone. "Hello? This better be important."
Miguel Tejero, after being on hold for almost fifteen minutes, was finally greeted by the USSA President.
"And a good day to you, Mr. Fernandez." Tejero began. The American president could detect the heavy Spanish accent in the speaker's voice. "I'm Miguel Tejero of the Second Spanish Republic, and I've recently received your letter in the mail concerning a US hosted-peace summit in Nueva York. I am calling you to assure that I will not be wasting my time if I were to attend. I think we both know why this conflict betwixt our two nations has boiled over into open conflict, and I think we are both equally aware of what it would take to end this conflict.
Your nation's sudden experiment in socialism, Mr. Fernandez, is the sole reason for my interest in the Americas. Should your people turn away from communism, Spain would to cease hostilities at once and this conflict between the GNAU and the United States of America would end. If you, however, would prefer to wallow in socialism, would prefer to be nothing but a Chinese puppet, I fear that our nations have nothing to discuss."
"Sahles Goon have reasonable control of the ports further, which makes them unrealistic. Mogadishu, further down, has slipped from Sahles grasp about as much as Mombasa, but it is also a pirate town and is closer to Sahles strongholds. Those are the only two I can think of on the east coast that are free of Sahles goons and large enough we could operate under the radar to any extent..."
"Now traditionally we have been using Point Noire on the west coast, but it is under German and Belgian command and difficult sometimes. The Spanish have been slowly became more common further south then they used to be for reasons we don't know, though rumors are that they've got a hold of gold or diamonds or something to that effect. We all know what the Spaniards think of your people, so I am not sure what we would be risking there..."
Washington D.C.
"Tell me then, why do you hate Socialism? What is so horribly wrong with it, that you would openly attack my nation over it? The only difference is, is that the government controls the economy. Its not like we take away rights from our citizens. We are still a republic, Mr. Tejero. A Socialist Republic. Different from the over communist nations in the world, in the fact that civilians have all their rights, Intact.
So please, I would love for you explain why you wish to end our government. I mean, you must have hundreds if not thousands of reasons to declare war on us. Perhaps your using this as an excuse to show the world you are a power after we defeated you before, and your next defeat in Africa. Simply a way to regain what is lost? Mr. Tejero, I do not wish war between our nations, I hope you reconsider your demands."
((And for some reason, I thought my guy talked like an evil scientist as well.))
"This socialism is a plague, can you not see? The poor and disillusioned, who would normally be content to live out their lives knowing their place in the world, now think that they can simply steal the hard work of greater men and distribute it amongst themselves. In the days before, this was simple thievery and it was shunned - now the thieves and villains of this world rebrand it as communism.
This socialism, this plague, has upset the order of civilization. The impoverished and uneducated of the world, are no longer content to earn the comforts afforded to the greater men from the toils of their efforts. Today, they honestly believe it is fair to overturn the established order, to seize the hard-earned goods of those who toiled and sweated for their fortunes, and spill it out for the lazy multitudes to scavenge like so many vultures.
And what would your demands be, Mr. Fernandez? That Spain might look the other way while you perpetuate this thievery and propagate it throughout the world? That we tolerate this injustice? Impossible. Peace will be impossible. Coexistence will be impossible."
"Yes. And even if you had access to western ports or cities it may still be difficult to operate from. I would rather operate over as much neutral ground as possible.
"Mombassa, and if the times comes Mogadishu would make for workable bases. Just needs a bit of cleaning up."
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((Oh, and sincerely WTF, hundreds of unemployed workers do not make an exodus of Icelandic people))
If so, basically Spain is trading wheat/grain to NER for bauxite ( Aluminum ), and they are also selling oil to NER at a discount. We had something going about granite too but I don't know where that ended. ))
New England Republic Department of State Offices
The operator went through usual information gathering, however, this caller requested a higher up person immediately, something the operator could not do. Instead, the caller was simply transferred to the office of Asian affairs, where an agent tried his best to help.
" Hello, David Lee, Department of State Bureau of East Asian and Pacific Affairs, how may I help you? "
( I have something else to post about but I can't quite remember... ))
A silvery beast, burning orange in the morning sun rolled along the tarmac. The red star emblazoned on its tail glowed an ever more saturated red in the light. Its four propellers firing up to full speed. It was waking up, a rare time it could fly.
"Run ways all yours one-o-two." the flight control said, "Everything between here and Urumqi has been informed of your passage. Have a good flight."
"Copy that control." the pilots on board the beast cracked. They rode their mount on down the run-way, "Keep the threshold clean for us on our return."
"Roger one-o-two. Control over and out."
Gaining speed, Aircraft 102 speed down the runway. Its propellers spinning from a low hum to a deep roar. Then as if graced by impossibility, the mighty beast lifted from the ground and began its course west. Inside, Raje Long starred out the window as his home grew ever more distant.
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"Perhaps in the sense I was in a different country" responded Yaqob, "...but it's hard to tell... I mean, I was reaching that age where I was gaining interest in the larger affairs of the world. Vienna was a relatively calm place when I was there. It was my senior year when the French invaded Germany... but that was still foreign"
"To be honest, I think my interest in politics came out of my visit here. Before I was prepared to take my place in the family, I went into military studies with the intentions of being a supporter of my brother, but as things went on it was clear something needed to change."
Kinshasa
"We will take care of Mombassa, friends. Swahililand might be overrun with criminal elements, but it's one of the few places supported of Yaqob's true government have sway. Sahles goons don't go there because there is nothing worth stealing in that land."
"Well, we're going to move onto a different topic if you don't mind. For that I want to ask you who you looked up to. Which figure was important? Why? How?"
(I should also start going back through to take notes. After this is done I was going to write a mock NPN article on Yaqob. Then if I had to censor out anything to retain national character re-write it for the Wiki.)
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"And yet, we prosper! Socialism has brought this nation out of the destruction caused by the Canadians, and into a rebuilt society where every man and women is equal! I have worked hard rebuilding this nation's infrastructure, the damage caused by the Canadians in nearly reversed! By the hands of communism! You can not simply bash someone for their ideals, especially when their Ideals work. When my term ends, I might be the only and last communist president. I might be the first in a line of many. The USSA still stands for Liberty and Freedom, and will forever remain so. God take me if that fails.
Mr. Tejero, I pray you can see my point here. Your a smart man, and I'm sure you won't blindly cast yourself into a war that you require your allies support to win. I do not want a pointless war. I do not demand anything from you other then for you end this pointless war. Communism, is simply like Christianity. It had a rough start in the beginning, a few pillages and wars, but it grew into a peaceful world-wide influence. You should know, your nation is widely known for being Catholic. But enough of this talk, will you come to the Peace summit?"
Prime Minister Tejero frowned with President Fernandez's response.
"It is clear that a peace summit will be naught but a waste of my time. We have nothing more to discuss, Señor Fernandez."
With that, Miguel Tejero hung up.
San Juan, Puerto Rico
As the sun rose over Puerto Rico, the Spanish were falling back from San Juan into the jungles and plains of eastern Puerto Rico. US reinforcements arrived on the island much faster and in greater number than military intelligence would have suggested. With the enormous distance from the nearest Spanish aircraft carriers and airfields denying the Spanish from deploying any kind of air support, the Americans ruled the skies over Puerto Rico and were taking a heavy toll indeed.
Captain Olega called for the Spanish infantry, including his own Cazador task force, to fall back into the lush rainforest on the slopes of El Yunque. Those forces closer to the southern end of the city were to move into the jungles of the Cordillera mountains, where mortar companies had already dug their heels in. From the thick jungle, shells continued to rain down from the mountains at a frequency of about once a minute - maybe twice. Since the mortar smoke was hidden by the lush canopy, and with the Spanish mortar companies frequently moving to new firing positions, it would take some doing to root them out - especially now with retreating infantry companies filtering into the jungles to back them up.
Captain Olega, a few Cazadores, and a squad of Spanish infantry, had come to a stop at a babbling jungle creek. The Cazadores set up a westward-facing watch while the regulars filled their canteens in the fresh, running water. Olega slumped down at the trunk of a tree and turned the radio on in his backpack.
"This is Captain Olega, acting commander of Spanish forces in Puerto Rico." He wiped off the beads of sweat that had formed on his bald head. "I have ordered a fallback from San Juan to the environs around the city. American reinforcements from the mainland nearly overran our forces. Our armor is all gone."
//You said that the Americans have sent reinforcements from the mainland?//
"Yes." He affirmed. "American planes have been arriving since three am local time."
//Hold tight, Captain.// The voice on the other end crackled. //We'll get you and your men support soon enough.//
"Until then, we'll hold the line..."
Madrid, Spain
"Your excellency, our forces in Puerto Rico have confirmed that the Americans are sending reinforcements from the mainland to Puerto Rico." A medal-decorated figure reported, offering a brief salute to the prime minister. "The conditions to begin Operation Lepanto have taken place. I need your authorization to send the message to Admiral Santin."
"The American president was not willing to capitulate with us in exchange for peace... Perhaps Señor Fernandez will prove more malleable once he is made to beg for it." Said Tejero grimly. "You may inform Admiral Santin of my authorization, Estado Mayor. Operation Lepanto commences now."
"Yes, excellency."
Boston, New England Republic
Admiral Santin, hung up the Andalucia's phone after a brief telephone call with a stone cold expression. He produced a manila folder from a lockbox directly underneath the captain's chair, took a sheet of crisp typewriter paper, and set it in front of the radio operator.
"Open broadcast. I want everyone within 600 miles to hear this." Admiral Santin succinctly ordered. The radio operator quickly set about translating the text in front of him into a flurry of dits and dahs with the ship's morse paddle. Immediately the airwaves of New England and beyond were alive with this cryptic string of beeps.
The admiral stood silently for a moment once the message had been repeated twice before unexpectedly breaking it.
"ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!" He commanded.
Kinshasa
"Good!" Gang clapped, "This'll be good.
"Do you also, by chance, have the capabilities to keep us around? I'm afraid our mission has us staying here for a while. At least until the first diamonds are ready for shipment.
"Pay may also need to be discussed..."
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((Let's go guiz))
Minot
It was by the fall of the night...Many troops needed moved, nobody could know, planes were readied at Winnipeg and soon took off. Some of them had been modified a bit before, subtle differences and attempts to decrease the sound. The planes took off in unison and turned around, give them some time to get unified and in a group. Once they were near the border they flew as high as possible without stalling, it was close, one plane showed some signs of stalling at one point, but it was just a fluke. Once they had just barely crossed the borders they began their highly sketchy plan of landing.
As most people know, The US has excellent and generally well built highways and roadways. Canada was aware of this fact as well of the fact that North Dakota is very thinly populated. Their plan was daring, and likely hard to pull off easily. The planes would be landing, literally on a road. It happened like this; the planes would land on a section of road that was wide enough to accommodate the planes and not heavily trafficked. Once I plane had been landed it's occupants would take it down the road to a nearby forest and cover it with a leaf tarp. Any witnesses would be executed. The plan took much time, by the end the night had only about an hour left until the sun came up. It was time for them to initiate the invasion.
Canadian troops moved in through North Dakota, the mission had been completely stealth until they had reached the minot air force base, at which point the Canadian troops began killing those in their path and seizing USSA ships. At this time the Canadian forces stopped, getting things wrapped up, setting up a few fortifications and then began moving on. As they moved towards their next target, Rugby and Williston. The Canadian forces made quick use of the USSA ships, the cities were completely unsuspecting as they were bombed into rubble. As the Canadians reached it, they set up a few troops and moved on.
Air Over Detroit
"Why are they flying so low?"
"Who the hell knows these days, damn people."
A typical conversation between two citizens, but they had misunderstood the seriousness. As they bickered, the Canadian plan was underway. Once the planes were in complete formation, bombs were away. The people were completely unsuspecting, unknowing of who their attacker was. The damage to the city was slowly increasing, but the pace did not matter, this was one of the USSA's most influential cities, so they were glad to just be bombing it.
Forests Near Minnesota
Forests were a large part of this region of the border. The Canadians used this to their advantage, they snuck through to cities like Ely, doing as much damage as possible with only their troops. At this specific region planes were not being used, the thinking was "If we are trying to stealthily capture their cities, why ruin it?". The tactic was working fine, cities were generally unsuspecting of this attack.
Great Lakes
The Canadians initiated the other main part of their plan. They sent out their navy, and stealthily transported troops across the border, they had a difficult task. They couldn't get too close to the coast, and they couldn't get near enemy patrols. Aptly, night was chosen as when to do this, the ships had a fresh coat of black paint in anticipation for this kind of mission. Although it made them less detectable, they still needed to act very stealthily. Once they reached close enough to a coastal area that didn't have a large amount of enemy troops, the troops were released, heading towards their various mission spots. As some of the troops left, the ships went on their way for their own mission.
Day dawned as the troops grew closer to the port Canadians were getting a bit ballsier, trade ships were immediately seized and sent back to Canada and the navy slowly closed in on targets like Cleveland. What they kept in mind was unity, striking at the same time and striking powerfully. As they moved closer to their targets the bulk of the units headed towards Michigan, planning on taking it entirely.
Cities on the Border such as Pembina, Belcourt, Hallock, etc.
As the troops got out of the water they headed towards their targets. Smaller cities were less of an importance, but nonetheless they were seized quickly. Taking them with a speed of a horse with wings, quick. This was just the first phase, and in the mean time, until phase two was initiated, fortifications were set up.
West Coast
As the war began, Canadian's initiated their main attack. They sent most of their navy and troops towards Mexico. They had been training for this, they knew what they were going to do, and they were ready. They were heading for the gulf of California, there the plan could be done. Canada believed Mexico to be only a minor trouble, and when they declared war on Spain, they crossed the line.
((FIXED))