The Warring Twenties (AH, IC)

by **The Miaphysite Church of Coptic Archism** » Thu Sep 11, 2014 3:55 am

The Warring Twenties

January 1st, 1920. It's arguably a better world, there's been no Great war, the Russian Revolution fizzled out before it truly began, and the Spanish Flu never really did much at all. But, tensions are high. They've been building up for decades now with little chance for a release, and all that's needed now to burn the world down is a spark. The years to come will be drenched with blood, lead and fire. The decade we are stepping into will define the future of mankind. This decade will be the turning point for all peoples, in what direction depends on you. This decade is, The Warring Twenties!

Right, introduction out of the way, this is an alternate history RP starting on January 1st, 1920. Our world diverges from history in 1885, no exceptions. Most of the story between then and now is up to you to be written, but there are ground rules. Firstly, nothing ridiculous. No, Byzantium didn't return. No, Paraguay didn't unify South America, and no, Nazis do not exist. You can change your nations quite significantly in the 35 years between the POD and now, but they should still be recognizable. I also have a few historical points that will be set out in the mandate below.

Historical Mandate, the following is FACT:
-There was no First World War, the Austrian Empire was more lenient on the Serbs as the German Empire refused to aid them, thus Russia did not involve itself
-The Balkan Wars DID occur, at what scale is defined by you
-Relations between France and Britain are tense thanks to colonial disputes in Africa
-The Spanish Flu did happen but killed only ~1 million people overall
-Tensions in the Balkans between all parties are high

Other than the above, you are free to develop your national history in any reasonable way you like.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Thu Sep 11, 2014 5:41 am

Brussels, The Kingdom of Belgium.

Belgium, a small, flat, European nation with big ambitions: to become a major player on the world stage. Only recently had Belgium gained independence from The Netherlands and in 1839 the major powers of Europe signed The Treaty of London - stating that they would honour Belgian independence.

For King Albert I and Prime Minister Lèon Delacroix this guarantee of independence was something they relied heavily on. If we're not for the Treaty of London Belgium was probably not have such significant holdings in Africa due to a constant fear of invasion of Belgium.

Perhaps the reliance on The Treaty of London would lead Belgium to take greater, more audacious risks.

Domestically all was well. Coal production had increased and the selling of rubber from the Belgian Congo had reaped huge profits. In turn this was reinvested back in to the two African colonies, Congo and Zambia, collectively known as Belgian Africa. As a result life expectancy and literacy rates are steadily improving although diseases such as Malaria seem to be unstoppable. The African workforce is, in comparison with other empires, treated rather well. Although expected to adopt more 'civilised' customs and learn French they are mostly free to live a normal and prosperous life.

Native Contingents have been formed allowing the number of troops available to Belgium to increase as well as support for the colonial regime. However the people of Belgian Africa have never fully given up their thoughts of independence.

The money gained from the colonies has also been invested in the armed forces, making them on par with many European nations. Should war come Belgium will be able to hold its own.

For now Belgium would carry on doing its usual business - selling, making profit and reinvesting.

by **Caltarania** » Thu Sep 11, 2014 12:19 pm

El Imperio Mexicano

Chapter 1 - The Eagle Spreads It's Wings

Mexico City, Mexico
January 1st, 1920

In the early hours of the New Year, Mexicans across the Imperial City could be seen continuing to celebrate the event. Houses across the city were decorated in different colours, each one representing a different wish for the upcoming year. Red for for love, yellow for better employment, green for better finance and white for better health. The city, from above, would look like a rainbow disarranged into the plethora of colours that made it. The citizens gathered in the Zocalo, and other areas of the city, shouted "¡Feliz año nuevo!" in, oftentimes, drunken slurs. Imperador Porfirio II, of de Casa Díaz, had been awake for the entirety of the night. Though no law or inititive demanded it, he believed it to be a part of what his father had dubbed 'El Acuerdo de Responsabilidades Imperiales'; which was a collection of responsibilities, characteristics and unwritten rules that he believed any monarch, or for that matter head of state, was obliged to follow. It included the obvious such as charity and other virtues, along with less obvious ones such as that 'For the duration of any national or imperial event of import, the monarch should be present'.

Porfirio II had always felt lesser than his father. His father was the first Imperador of the Third Empire, and genuinely cared for his people. He was tolerant, faithful, charitable and loving; how on Earth was Porfirio II meant to follow up on that? The Presidente advised he 'stay out of national affairs' and that he 'leave government to government', yet he could not help but feel that there was something he could do for the betterment of the people. So he continued to ponder, looking off the large balcony of Chapultepec Castle as the city continued to live. Of course, he did not directly intervene in government affairs, but he could not help ponder what the Congress could even do in certain events. For example, an American invasion? Relations with Mexico's northern neighbour have been 'bumpy' ever since Mexico gained independence from Spain. The Congress still, officially if nothing else, claims that the territories lost in the Mexican-American Wars are de jure Mexican territory, though no attempt has been made to push these claims. It really does seem that the situation on the long border in the north could swing either way. In either event, it would be likely for Mexico to have the support of America's other neighbour; Canada. While Canada may not be willing to intervene directly, a British intervention could be suitable to protect Mexico from American aggression.

Yet even if Mexico survived the American onslaught; what of the People's Federative Republic? They were - ideologically - a great threat to the Mexican way of life. While their population was small, their ability to conscript an entire populous for the cause of this 'Socialism' was truly troubling. So perhaps, then, the bulwark to the PFR was Peru? Peru could easily overpower the PFR assuming that the latter was caught off-guarded, but how could Congress justify an alliance with a dictatorial regime? Furthermore, aligning with Peru would surely lead to a hostile relationship with Argentina, and that was not wanted. Argentina was a powerful state, economically speaking, and would be a great boon to the Mexican cause. So, then, does Mexico align with Argentina? If so, Mexico alienates itself from Brazil, a rival of Argentina, and Britain, who is seen with hostility by the Argentine populous. So that leaves Brazil. Brazil could be a strong ally; they shared a similar system of government, Brazil was relatively strong economically, and Brazil would be able to aid in a war against any South American power.

Perhaps, on second thought, there was something that Porfirio could do. He was, after all, capable of organizing his own marriage, was he not? He could organize a marriage between himself and Infanta Maria Francisa, Princess of Salvador and one of the daughters of Pedro III, the current Emperor of Brazil. While this wouldn't be securing an alliance or anything of the like, it would most definitely lead to an increase in opinion on both sides of the marriage. He would be able to lay down the foundation for a great Mexican-Brazilian alliance, one which would dominate the Americas through the tenets of Constitutional Monarchy! As the day began to truly dawn, Porfirio began to write his Imperial letters to Pedro III of Brazil. He also had to aid his Presidente in the writing of a letter to the United Kingdom and a plethora of other nations.

From His Imperial Majesty, Imperador of Mexico
Porfirio Juan Díaz

Dear Pedro, third of his name, Emperor of Brazil,

Wise and strong ruler of the Empire that spans the Amazon basin, it is today I wish to request if, under God, you would allow myself - the Imperador of Mexico - the right to wed your daughter, the Infanta Maria Francisa, Princess of Salvador. Such an agreement would bind our two houses under God in a union of the heart between two fellowships of the Faith.

Yours Sincerely,

HIM Porfirio II de Casa Díaz, Imperador of Mexico

From His Imperial Majesty, Imperador of Mexico
Porfirio Juan Díaz

Dear George, sixth of his name, King of the United Kingdom,

Wise and strong ruler of the Empire that spans the globe, it is today I wish to request if, under God, you would allow our two nations to meet for a discussion of matters of mutual interest in the city of San José, in the state of Costa Rica. It would take place in the Carmen District, in the Costa Rican Congress Building. We hope that you can send a representative to represent your nation and it's people in these dark and turbulent times. Matters of discussion will include a possible alliance to protect join British, Commonwealth and Mexican interests in the Americas. We also ask that you allow your Dominions to send representatives to this conference.

Yours Sincerely,

RH Presidente Adolfo de la Huerta,
Representative of HIM Porfirio II de Casa Díaz, Imperador of the Mexican Empire.

by **The Miaphysite Church of Coptic Archism** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 12:28 am

Российская Империя
St. Petersburg, Russian Empire
7 AM, January 1st, 1920

The Winter Palace was the beating heart of the greatest Dynasty, and greatest empire, in all of the world. At least, that's what was said in Russia. Абрам Афонин, an adviser to the Czar, was partial to the idea. Абрам entered the dining room of the Czar with his usual vigor, and immediately bowed before the mighty Czar, Алекса́ндр III. The Czar was ancient by now, having lived even past the Crimean War, but was still a giant of a man, and surprisingly fit. The Czar also had maintained his intelligence, something well-hidden behind his somewhat un-royal behavior. "It is a new decade, Абрам!" The Czar boomed joyfully. Абрам nodded and rose from his bow, replying, "It will be a grand one, Imperious Majesty." Алекса́ндр nodded, almost to himself, and stared out of the open door to the balcony, saying "It may be my last."

Абрам was taken aback by the statement, and asked, "Majesty?!" Алекса́ндр turned to him and said "I am an old man. No man can live forever, not even one eternally blessed by god." He said, either mocking or citing respectfully a proclamation by the Orthodox Church, Абрам couldn't tell which. "In my years, I think I have given the Empire the chance to live on in greatness without me. My sons, Николай, Георгий and Михаи́л have been honed into true Romanovs over the years. Николай will inherit the throne when I die, I have decided this. But the others are both good men, and I want the three of them to work together when I die. Абрам, should I die, you will make this happen." Абрам was absolutely speechless, nowhere near expecting such an order. He only nodded, unable to reply.

"Good, now on to other business. A few men have brought an interesting proposal to me and I would like to discuss it further with them later today. Get me that Яблочков man and his friends in here in, oh, half an hour should do it. I am pre-occupied for most of the day." Абрам, much more comfortable with the topic at hand, bowed again and replied, "At once, Imperial Majesty." Абрам set off to find the men. As far as he understood, they were a group of electrical engineers. Ever since the Yablochkov Candle, Russia had been a leader of innovation in the field, but little large-scale progress had been made nation-wide. Whatever he was discussing with the Czar was likely of some serious importance to the nation's future, especially for a personal meeting.

St. Petersburg, Russian Empire
January 1st, 1920

Czar Алекса́ндр III sat regally and stroked his beard as the men layed their plans before him proudly. A large map of the Empire had been set up on the table and the men had been marking dots and noting their importance. The project would be ambitious and costly, but possibly with huge returns. "How many is that on the Volga then?" The Czar asked mildly curiously. "Six, Imperial Majesty. Along with the numerous Dynamos, the hydro-stations will be a large part of the supply." Алекса́ндр nodded. "How long will it take?" Another of the men responded immediately. "With the full support of the Empire, the supply should be finished within several years, electrification should be completed not long after."

Алекса́ндр once again nodded. The topic, one he understood little of in truth, would be eternally part of his legacy as Czar. The Electrification of Russia. The companies before him were going to build numerous Dynamos throughout Russia (machines producing electricity in a fashion eluding the Czar's understanding) and Hydro-power stations on the Volga which would all provide electricity to be pumped into a centralized Grid connecting the cities of the Empire. Street lights were to be set up, electric power would be available for purchase along with appliances, from a state owned business, and the railway grid was to be electrified as well, the men before him assured him with multiple statistics of an electric rail's benefits over Russia's current fuel standards.

Алекса́ндр looked over the plan before him for a long time before finally nodding, and saying "I want you to begin immediately." The men were ecstatic, and thanked the Czar fervently before taking their leave to set about their work.

St. Petersburg, Russian Empire
January 1st, 1920

The Czar and his family stood proudly on the balcony, waving down on the people below them on either side of the street. The only sound able to be made out above the cheers was the solid trod of Imperial Jackboots as the Imperial Russian Army marched down the street in full dress uniform, saluting the Czar as they marched. The line of soldiers seemed to stretch into infinity. Among the crowd were many of the foreign representatives in St. Petersburg, invited to witness Russia's strength first-hand. A microphone stood before the Czar, he was to make a speech after the next regiment passed the Balcony. He quickly reminded himself of the points of the speech in his head, before stepping forward.

His family respectfully stepped back, giving the Czar the space of the balcony to make his speech with. As soon as he leaned into the microphone, the crowds silenced. The only sound one could hear was the thump on the ground as soldiers marched on and on. "People of the Russian Empire, today marks the start of a new decade. It will be one of great prosperity and glory for our Empire, and one in which our enemies falter." The Czar spoke rather bluntly, but with a fervent spirit which invigorated his words. "This empire was built on the backs of the Russian people. You are the strength in the arm of the Empire, my friends!" He shouted, pointing into the crowd to a roar of approval.

"As our Empire marches on, the future may look dark. You may not know what is coming. I tell you, my friends, that nothing but greatness is coming for us! Under the yolk of strong, Orthodox, Russian leadership, this Empire can simply not falter! I tell you all, as time marches on, Russia marches with it with pride! Our enemies see our strength, our prosperity, and they hate us for it! They wish to tear us down, bring us to their level and then step over us onto our own pedestal. But we, the Russian people, will never let this happen! Look before you, what do you see?" The Czar opened his arms wide, gesturing to the troops marching below. "I see the strength and security of our people!"

"Our enemies in time will try to tear us down, as they have before, but not only does the strength of the Russian people stop them, oh no! My friends, this empire has the true blessings of God on it's side! Who can possibly stand against the Army of Christ and come out as victor? No one!" The crowd was losing their minds as the populist speech drove the Russian spirit into them. "In days long past, the city of Rome stood as center of the world. No longer. Then, Constantinople. They called it the second Rome. It fell long before our time. My friends, do you know the power of the ground you stand on? This, my friends is the Third Rome! This, our Empire, is the one true successor to the Empire of God and Glory!" The thought of Russia as the 'Third Rome' was a popular notion, which the government leached on for fuel in the fires of propaganda.

"There is one difference between the Third Rome and the first two. This one shall not bear a successor, as it shall never fall! With God above us, the Russian people behind us and the Czars leading us, we can only march in one direction, forwards! My people, all I ask of you is this. Russia can not be above the other nations of the world if the Russian people do not hold it there! You the people must hold our empire above your heads. Do your share of the work, pay your share of the taxes, and reap your share of the rewards of a strong nation! Our people are nearly two hundred million strong. If we work together, the load on your backs will not even feel like a burden! This is all you must do, and the Third Rome will march for millennia onwards, spearhead of human progress and glory!" The Czar, finished with his speech, held his hands up as the crowd cheered almost deafeningly. The Russian people worshiped the Czar like he was the embodiment of Christ himself.

As the Czar stood proudly, a few men throughout the crowd began to extend a Roman Salute, one which had taken Russia by storm culturally after the capitalization of the Third Rome gimmick by the Government. It began to spread through the crowd, and soon enough the entire crowd of thousands gave the Roman Salute as they stared up at the Czar. And then, a voice in the thousands sung out above the noise of the marching soldiers. "Боже, Царя храни!" The Czar recognized the tune immediately and smiled, maintaining his pose. "Сильный, державный," the second line of the song was sung by hundreds, as it spread like wildfire throughout the crowd. "Царствуй на славу, на славу нам!" By now, the entire crowd, including the soldiers marching, was singing. The song was 'Боже, Царя храни!', or 'God save the Czar!'

Алекса́ндр stood on the balcony in silence, arms in the air, as the crowd below him sung out and gave their salutes.
"Царствуй на страх врагам,
Царь православный!
Боже, Царя храни!"

by **Reatra** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:22 am

Peru was one of the minor powers in America, although they were one of the only powers in South America, and they used this to their advantage. Currently Argentina and Columbia bordered them, and you posed threats and potential alliances. Further north was Mexico and the United States of America. Then Canada. Before Peru could bring herself into the world stage, she needed to do something... prestigious. The then Presidente, René Soto, ordered the settlement and occupation of the Polynesian islands. For now only a few could be reached effectively, but with the forced relocation of criminals and soldiers, he believed that in a year he could dominate the southern Pacific. For now, though, only the islands of Marquesas and Society were settled. The natives had long since dwindled into nothing. The first colonists were soldiers, followed by their wives and children. Then the convicts, who were irked constant supervision. Only a couple hundred could live on the tiny islands, but with replanted orchards and the beginnings of farms, hopefully it's capacity would increase soon.

In other news René began to arm his troops. Not for battle, but for a kind of "pre-war readiness". It was expensive, but he thought it was worth it to keep his people safe and to eventually unite the Andes.

by **Prevnina** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 3:33 am

Just a quick post because I have to sleep, damn humanity

Windhuk, Südwestafrika

Major Gerhard Zaleski grinned as his company of Askaris marched into the outskirts of Windhuk, the sight of sixty armed blacks was not entirely welcome in the colonial settlement, some of the older colonists had memories of the Herero Rebellion, and the memories of what happened to the Herero's afterwards was not enough to dispel the fear of another black uprising. The company band, coincidentally all of them assimiliert from the Sandveld, played a version of Heia Safari, while the rest of the unit, also assimiliert, but from all over the colony, sang the words in the African-German hybrid that was being taught in state schools and by missionaries.

Some of these black soldiers were almost as good as whites, they'd never quite get there, but still, it was a hell of a lot better having semi-competent blacks than having raving mad ones. They marched in ranks of five, each file a meter or two in front of the next, and to be fair to the bastards, they were better than that bunch of marines he'd seen in Tsingtau and they had been whites, although at least some of them had been drunk.

"Heia, Heia Safari!"

The song finished as the troops finally entered the town itself, Major Zaleski at the front with his second, the only other white in the unit, Leutnant Boris Kotkewicz, and the highest ranking Askari, the assimiliert Feldwebel Paul Schifidi, behind them was the band, and behind that were the rank and file troopers. Several people stopped to stare at the group, which was soon taking up a good quarter of Kaiserstrasse as it went on it's route, a small blonde child waved at them, and to the child's delight Major Zaleski waved back, these were the people he had joined up to protect.

He hadn't had to do much protecting in his career however, he'd missed the local Herero Rebellion and the few minor incidents that Germany had found itself involved in since his signing up, most of the time had been spent drilling, marching from place to place or parading for some dignitary or special occasion. The reason he was marching today was to join in the New Year parade organised by some minor politician, Zaleski couldn't remember the man's name or party, but he was from one of the less significant parties, possibly one of the nationalist or pan-German ones.

"Herr Major, what other units were attending this parade?" Leutnant Kotkewicz asked

"Schutztruppe, some regulars, police and probably some civilians, maybe some politicians, what was the one who organised this' name again?"

"Ah... Hitler, I think"

by **Alleniana** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 8:34 am

Buenos Aires, Argentina
"Damn Felipe."
And then he chuckled, wondering how much of a crazy old man he looked, a gentlemanly suit standing amidst the ocean of stately papers, swearing at a wall that should have had a portrait.

He turned around and sat down, resigning himself to the work and effort needed for the coming task. Though he began begrudgingly, he knew that the old president, Protectionist Party's Felipe had probably been right in axing the espionage missions. Peru had not been stable enough to ensure that they wouldn't straight out invade and possibly win with the element of surprise, Brazil had seemed comparatively stronger at the time, and it had freed valuable funds for dealing with the economic troubles that had seemed a mandate for the Protectionists. But that was a different time, and he set himself to the task of changing the situation for changing times. Hell, what was he elected for?

The man began methodically flipping through the papers, working, reading, signing, making annotations. Paperwork was one downside of being president. Still, it suited him more than such roles as running around, or trying to project his well-pronounced but quiet voice. At his age, it was the best he could do to pace about the building quickly.

Indeed, it had been his age that so long ago had nearly caused him to lose his seat. When the previous Social Party presidential candidate had died an untimely death at the hands of Spanish flu, yet another one of Spain's evils come to the New World, the leadership had been a toss-up. He was the favourite, true, but Paso had nearly won; the margin was tiny. Paso had since become the head of business affairs, economics and the like under him; the rift reconciled.

He did occasionally reflect on the former leader's death; possibly one of the most early and high-profile influenza deaths, but something that had ultimately steered him on a much different path than expected. At the time, he had nearly been expecting retirement. His relations with the rest of the Social Party had begun to grow strained, and perhaps a year later, he would have left, maybe for the green fields of civilian life or as an independent. Funny how he thought of it as the green fields. But in any case, he had not headed for the green fields, he had not eventually fallen out; he had been given a chance, thrust to the forefront, his growing disputes powdered beneath the glaring light and the race turned into a game of oneupmanship. A race that he had one, and one that had given him momentum to lead the party to victory; impressing his thoughts on its doctrine all the way. Funny how fate had steered him so directly this way.

But regardless of what wind blew him so, he had sailed into presidential waters, as well as into the waters of senior life. His mind turned to subjects other than the path he had trodden, and his white-covered head shifted beneath a yellow light. After a few seconds, it moved again, looking up at one of his prized possessions; a mystery clock from France, a gift from long ago. He did not think much of it, though, and merely told the time for himself, confirming his sudden musings; the night would be long and weary, sleep a strange casualty to Argentina.

Santiago, Argentina
Guillermo Galicia was only 34, but already he was famous for his work. The head of the Argentine forays into aircraft technology, he was an academic, an intellectual, a research, a scientist, and inventor, and a leader. He was a remarkable man, with not only an intriguing childhood, but also interesting abilities and not bad looking. That was not the impression he got from the newspaper article in front of him, though.

"So, I'm a 'Chilean rebel' apparently."
He put the broadsheet on the reception desk, just short of slamming it. His dark eyebrows furrowed into strange contortions just above those green eyes that nearly everybody who met him seemed to notice first.
"Look, it'll pass over. This sort of thing happens. Do you want me to make a release for you on it?"
"No, no... no, sorry, don't worry. It just gets so annoying, though, you know? They're dragging a dead horse onstage and beating it with drumsticks. Don't worry about it."
"Well, really, if you want me to-"
"Don't bother yourself. I'll... I'll write a letter, an editorial. Embarrass them, why not. But enough of that. How's the news from Valparaíso?"
The receptionist, glad that he wasn't as bothered by the media attention as he had been a few months earlier, flipped through a few papers to answer his request.
"Mmm... nearly done, apparently. They should have finished by even now."
"Ah, that's good. Tell them we'll inspect it tomorrow."
"I can arrange to get news of suitability today, actually?"
"Even better."
Guillermo began walking to his office, but he was arrested by the receptionist again.
"By the way, Buenos Aires is making waves about moving there again."
He smiled.
"You know how to do with that."
And with that, he paced into his office, sitting down at his desk, opening his briefcase, and entering a world of fuselage reinforcements and propeller radii and leg-room measurements, floating in a sea of numbers and sketches; the work he was so famous for.

The receptionist, however, took a moment; picking up the paper he had left on the table. "Chilean rebel" was the mildest of it, perhaps. Decrying him as a separatist, an immigrant, and "information" provided from a Peruvian expert proving that his latest experiments in how wind affected planes were flawed, useless and wasteful, the newspaper stopped short of libel.

A sigh, and then much later, an anonymous letter to the editor issued from the office; just two more contributions from this already almost revolutionary branch of the Argentine armed forces.

by **Sterktheim** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 9:51 am

Dainippontekikoku
Tokyo, Japanese Empire
9AM, January 1st, 1920

Music

January in Japan was a pleasant season, the frigid air starkly contrasted by the hot fumes of the factories that dotted Tokyo's landscape. Snow never seemed to settle in Tokyo for very long. The hustle and bustle of commoners kicked it up with their feet, the excess of newly-invented cars trampled over it, and the heat from the industrial sectors melted it away. Aoyama Palace was a jewel, one to be truly appreciated. Emperor Taisho's residence in it made him the very first Emperor of Tokyo, a title that he held with pride, after all, it exemplified the progress of his nation. Japan's westernization was largely met with great success, becoming a modern superpower within a few decades thanks to the investments of the western nations. Emperor Meiji's attempts to shift Japan from the western spheres were also successful, allowing Japan to autonomously industrialize for decades to come.

However, industrialization was hardly on the agenda for the newly-broken year of 1920. Embarrassing defeat at the hands of Koreans and Russians, coupled with renewed interest in the Mongolians, gave the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs quite a palatable workload. Ministers and bureaucrats from the Ministry seemed to trundle in and out of Aoyama Palace every second, come to converse with a member of the Royal Governance or with the Emperor himself. The warhawks of the Diet followed them closely, eager to whisper tales of the Japanese Army's greatness to the Emperor every second of the day. Members of the Kempeitai strutted around in their fashionable tan uniforms and black leather jackboots, delivering news of Japan's smuggling operations in Manchuria.

Previous accusations by the Republic of China were true, they had been supplying the Mongolian forces with weapons and advisers. To what extent remained unknown to the populace, as Japan vehemently denied any involvement in those spheres. Their involvement would surely anger the Russians, who had interest in that country since the 19th century, as well as the Tartary, who would be threatened by a rival smuggling weapons to Mongolia through their own borders. This mattered not, Mongolia would stand with them or would not stand at all. Their steppe warriors would be powerful allies in the days to come, though Russia would mourn the loss of a great ally. Russia was a speed bump on the way to greatness, despite their losses. Now, the religious fervor of the Shinto and love for the Emperor had been instilled in the army.

12PM, 1st of January, 1920

Music

The steady beat of drums seemed to follow the Emperor wherever he went, escorted by an elite unit of Kempeitai and his most trusted advisers. Their feet beat against the ground at a rapid pace, their leather shoes giving off the telltale clicking noise that would signal their arrival. Aoyama Palace did have a balcony, from which the Emperor would speak to his people. He shielded his eyes from the blinding light as he stepped onto the balcony, the paper shutters closing behind him on their own accord. He was flanked by Kempeitai, sworn to act as a bodyguard to the Emperor at all times, as well as his advisers. Members of the royal family weren't permitted to attend the speech, as assassination was an ever-present worry. Instead, they sat in their safe rooms, listening to the voice of their patriarch over the radio.

The Emperor was soft-spoken, mostly due to his ill health, but his voice reached the radio with ease.

"Men of Japan, Servicemen, I know you are displeased with this past turn of events. I, myself, am displeased. My father, the Meiji Emperor, failed to expand our borders into Korea and Manchuria. I will not fail you in this same way. My family, the Imperial lineage, will not fail you anymore. Our servicemen's sons shall reclaim the glory of their families, as we all should."

Japanese defeats were not taken lightly by military members. Failed servicemen often saw it as a black stain upon their reputation, and returned home, indulging themselves in alcoholism and ultra-nationalistic ideals. The last thing Emperor Taisho needed was a rebellion.

"It will not be today that we gain our revenge, nor will it be tomorrow, but I ask you to place faith and our military, as well as me, to restore our glory. To create an Empire where the Sun Never Sets, and to restore the luminescence of the Rising Sun."

His Kempeitai advisers were the first to cheer, spurring the crowd to cheer as well. The Japanese people had hungered for a gloryhound of an Emperor, throwing himself into wars in order to advance the borders of the Empire even farther. Emperor Taisho would not jump head first, but would simply garner a few powerful allies before seeking to engage their enemies. The Tartary was the first on the agenda, in order to give Mongolia their rightful territory back, as well as proper supply lines to their allies and a stable point to launch an invasion of China.

by **Bolovia** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 2:27 pm

January 1st, 1920
Presidential Palace, Madrid
President Rivera smiled and waved on his balcony as column of troops marched on below. In the distance he could hear cars honking and trains rubbing against the steal rails. Artificial clouds were produced in the background as factories worked at full capacity. He couldn't help but shed a tear for his beautiful country. Rivera noticed that his forces had stopped marching and faced him. As the boots stopped hitting the ground the massive cheers from the crowd was the dominant noise in all of Madrid. A Spanish flag was waving from the crowd and multiple military portraits of Rivera were seen across the crowd. Rivera stepped up to the podium where many microphones were neatly placed, his speech to the crowd would be displayed simultaneously on radio across the country even as far as Cuba and Taiwan. He began,

Mi pueblo,
Our country has achieved much greatness in the past decade. With roads, rail tracks, factories, schools, hospitals, and universities all erected across the country Spain truly is a marvel of Europe. The times are changing Mi compañeros its time that Spain moves with them. Our military has never been stronger in the history of our country. Our navy sails the world, our planes stalk the skies, and our soldiers tremble the earth. We are not afraid! The limbs that have been severed by the US will return to us, and once more Spain will prevail!

A massive applause and cheer erupted from the crowds. Many Spanish flags rose up and were waved by viewers in the crowd.

This is only the beginning of our golden age. Our territories are bringing Spain much wealth and prestige. Our sugar fields in Cuba and Taiwan yield a never ending production of the precious commodity. The black gold in Rio Muni fuel the Spanish economy and the precious metals and steel in Spain make innovation possible. Our country will be the face of the 20th century! As we speak our workers tend to the needs of the nation, our doctors heal the sick, our teachers enlighten the generation that will carry on our legacy, and our soldiers and sailors safeguard the revolution and our nations sovereignty. Every Spaniard has his duty whether it is here at home or abroad, if one section of our society fails the rest cannot move forward. ¡Adelantè Mi Pueblo! ¡Viva España!

The crowd once again erupted in a massive cheer. Rivera smiled and waved, his cabinet and General Chiefs of Staff clapped behind him. Even the King was clapping.
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January 1st, 1920
Salazar Military Base, Coast of Rio Muni
The Rios Garrison of 700 geared up for the rotating shift to guard the gas field in Mbato. 20 minutes after suiting up and grabbing their rifles the garrison gathered on trucks and began in a massive convoy drove off. 12 fighter planes routinely patrolled the sky and 5 armored cars soon joined the convoy. 40 minutes into the drive the convoy crossed a bridge which signaled the gas field was only 10 minutes away. The armored cars crossed first, then trucks crossed in a straight line. 4 planes buzzed up above surveying the land. Out of the blue the fighter planes above began to fire at the hills which overlooked the road and bridge densely covered in trees. A grenade was tossed and blew up a truck killing 10 soldiers and burning another 10 to death. The trucks halted and deployed their soldiers. A gun fight ensued and the armored cars began firing rapidly into the trees. A bomb was dropped on one of the hills. Down the river a Ironclad was patrolling and began firing artillery shells into the trees and maxim machine guns on the top joined the gun fight. Black billowing smoke arose in the sky from the general area where the gas field was located. The field was attacked.
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Ministry of War and Defense, Madrid

The Ministry received many communications of the massive offensive in Rio Muni by a unknown assailant. The General Chiefs of Staff called for an emergency meeting with the President.

by **Prevnina** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 3:40 pm

Windhuk, Südwestafrika

Adolf Hitler was a young man, he had been born in a small village on the Austrian side of the Austro-Bavarian border in 1889, making him just thirty years old, quite young for one to be involved in politics, but he wasn't a major player, yet, only the propaganda chief of some small party, the Nationalsozialist Partei or NP based off of the Czech and Austrian parties, the party espoused pan-Germanism, strong Germanic Empires (the Austrian and British were included in this category), and the total superiority of the Germanic peoples, which was fine for young Adolf, because he firmly believed in such a superiority.

You just had to look at history to see that the Germanic peoples were the greatest of all peoples, who had defeated the almighty Roman Empire? German 'barbarians'. Who had taken over and held the ruins of this Empire? Germans. Who had the greatest armies the world had ever known, led by the likes of von Clausewitz, von Moltke, von Bismarck, Friedrich the Great and von Bluecher? Who were the most socially minded, making progress in worker's rights, unions and welfare systems. From where had Copernicus, Kepler and Herschel come? Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Handel, Wagner and so many others had entertained so many thousands of people, they were Germans too!

Which doctors had discoverered the Alzheimer disease, which archaeologists had found the Neanderthal man, who built the first automobiles, who invented rifling, the flamethrower, the submachine gun. There were almost infinite examples of Germanic superiority, another one being visible after a quick look at the world map, you would soon see that the German, Austrian, British and Dutch Empires were at the very top, with historically Germanic lands, such as Belgium or France, following close behind.

Hitler was, needless to say a party zealot, he had first gotten involved in radical politics after his move to Germany following rejection from the Vienna Art School, and was now convinced that this was the will of God. Had he stayed in Austria, even if he had become an artist, he could have never changed the world, and that was one thing that he wanted to do now more than anything, because he had a dream, a dream of a Greater Germanic Empire ruling the entire world, Hitler was content with merely being say, Chancellor of this Empire, the Kaiser can stay in his position, although with significantly less power.

In his duties as propaganda chief of the NP, Hitler was always going out to backwaters like Windhuk, trying to convince the people to vote for the party, it wouldn't win them the election, but if he convinced enough people in one area, the party might come into local politics, which would provide a base for later expansion, this was how they had won their first representative in the Reichstag, Mr. Tauber from Samoa, all that Hitler had had to do was convince the Samoans that the party was good for them.

It wasn't, at least not for the island savages, they should naturally lose their culture and be forced into reservations, as was done in America, they would be forced to speak German, worship in German churches with German ministers, go to German schools and become culturally German, if not racially, they would stay a second class between the whites and the non-assimilated others. This policy of assimilation had already begun in Südwestafrika, where many, if not most of the blacks had been killed since colonization, and the rest had been put in specific areas, small villages and reservations away from the towns, any black who agreed to assimilate was allowed near white status, if not allowed near whites without a good reason.

It was a sign of Germany's progress that he was here, in a town full of Germans and the descendants of previous colonisation, the Afrikaners who were considered German enough, the parade had been suggested by a local man of authority and organized by Hitler, scheduled to march were the Schutztruppe, some assimilated Askaris, the local militia, police force and a few regulars stationed nearby, as well as the usual civilian element. Today Hitler could make these people march, one day he would have the power to decide whether they lived or died.

For their sake, Hitler hoped everyone was on their best behaviour at his parade.

Berlin, Deutschland

"Germans must be free!" someone in the crowd shouted "Free from the oppression of the Junkers, of the Monarchy and of their corrupt government!" the man continued, he had an odd accent, possibly one of the Ausland-Deutsch, maybe from Siebenburgen or the Wolga, "The Spartakusbund is dead, but we are not! Liebknecht and Luxemburg are now martyrs, but we can still fight, and we will fight!" He referred to the failed communist putsch of a year previous, it had been promptly crushed and the communists were dispersed, though they weren't any less militant, which was why the group of marchers had an almost equal number of police officers escorting them.

As the Spartacists marched past the shops and apartments, shouting their slogans and waving banners, a small group of men gathered in an alley, they were members of the NP, the Nationalsozialist Partei, socialists but anti-communist, the whole equality for everyone thing went against their theory of Germanic superiority. Klaus Schack, Hans Hirtner, Georg von Zuelow, Ludwig Hegedues, Ferdinand Winter and Richard Gruber were the men, and between them they had three bats, two knives and a pistol.

"As soon as they come past, we'll attack them" Schack said quietly, there were a lot more communists than the six NP members who were preparing the ambush, but the NP had quickly acquired a reputation for street fighting, and the group had several times been threatened with disbandment by the Kaiser, however these threats never turned into anything more solid, which lead the group to believe that the Kaiser sympathised with the party, "Remember, no one touches the police"

The party had several members within the police, and they were respected along with the armed forces as a vital part of Germany, one which must not be angered if the Party was going to take over someday, in the numerous street fights that had broke out over the last few years, they had been careful not to injure any police officers or bystanders, by party policy only communists, other political rivals and aggressive non-Germans were to be harmed.

After a half minute of skulking, the first communists came into view and Schack fired his pistol, it was a shot that would start a war.

by **Alleniana** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 6:43 am

La Plata, Argentina
Once, once again they marched, trumpets blaring, and people, mostly women but also men coming up to the front of the demonstration to sign the petition. All else, moving round in the almighty human whirlpool, slowly shuffling, bearing their signs and flags and symbols. All, or near all (for inevitably a few passerbys became caught up) here for the cause whose name hung high at the elevated end of the square; steps giving a huge banner a bit more height over heads and hats, proclaiming "Women's Suffrage" and Argentine flags hung on top of the two poles that bore the words, painted in black over a formerly lovely plain white sheet of fabric.

Despite the inky marring of the cloth, though, it was all the more respected; all the more revered. As the band hired to play ended one song and began the next, people clapped and cheered towards the banner as much as they did towards the somewhat less visible source of music; a motley group of performers, snare drums, trumpets, oboes, all in Sunday best, standing on steps off to the side, playing their utmost at the behest of an amateur conductor; surprisingly well, actually, though mistakes would have been easily drowned out.

Though the music was setting the tone and pace of the protest, the people out here en masse were actually present and enthusiastic for an entirely different reason, of course; one that the organisers were glad was the root of their gathering. The suffragette movement had picked up drastically recently, especially with a possible new government coming in at the elections to be held that year. Indeed, one minor party, the National Emancipists, had already pledged to support universal suffrage legislation. Here, near the centre of the movement in Argentina, it was hoped that such a presence would drive others to support it more, also.

Such a happening seemed likely, indeed. Not only did journalists throng around this latest demonstration; a popular topic in the public eye, but a careful observer could have noticed some important figures as well. One of the portfolio-less core of the Liberal party, the Social Communist Party's leader's brother, the leader of the National Emancipists himself (though less inconspicuous than the others, for good reason) and even the right-hand man of an urban independent. A motley but relatively potent bunch, they watched the proceedings with interest. There was no doubt that this movement would be a powerful movement to tap into the lifeblood of, and in many ways, that was the purpose of the march; to show it true. To display to the world the power and numbers of the movement.

The woman in charge of all of it, an elderly wealthy widow by the name of Maria Pesas, had indeed organised it with such motives in mind. She presided at the top of the stairs, sitting beneath the banner, hands folded but a stern, resolute figure; despite her age, not even near to backing down or becoming senile and losing any of her strong will; famed even before her involvement in the movement, though definitely less so. And, as if to further prove her alertness, she could even claim to have spotted the Liberal party's representative, despite his attempts to remain an onlooker. Ever more notable in the political arena, even as women lacked the right to vote, she knew the man. But even so, she remained quiet, as so not to scare him and others off. She wanted them to have a clear, unobstructed view of the people who wanted and demanded the vote.

Beside her, the leader of the National Emancipists; a quarter Welsh, three-quarters Spanish, had arrived. She noticed his presence after a few seconds of him standing next to her chair, and within another few seconds, had risen to shake his hand and even lean in for a bit more familiar of an embrace. Though the fellow was not only weedy but also smelly, he had really been a staunch ally throughout her campaign. Deep down, though not friends, the two were very closely aligned allies.

"It is good to see you, Ms. Pesas. You look in good health, as always."
She took a step further than usual, in the midst of the jubilance and fervour.
"Please, Maria will do fine now. Thank you; you look as in good health as you ever are too."
An empty compliment, truly, for he was often sick, but nevertheless a well-intentioned formality.
"It is good to see you, indeed. Though, regrettably, or perhaps not, that is not the only reason I have come. Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter? I have an exciting political-"
Here he broke into a small fit of coughing, light consternation flitting across the lady's face, but then him finishing his sentence without hesitation once it ended.
"-opportunity. A very good prospect, indeed, quite the possibility has been offered. Would you like to discuss it now?"
Only a few words from him later, she broke into a wide smile; the most genuine she had offered towards him, and creating the single moment where she might have embraced the man with her heart in it, rather than her brain, so dedicated along with the heart's throbbing strings towards that endgoal which now seemed within reach.

by **Caltarania** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:44 am

El Imperio Mexicano

Chapter 1 - The Eagle Spreads It's Wings

Puerto Porfirio, Colonia del Archipiélago de Colón
January 14th, 1920

The port city of Puerto Porfirio, formerly known as Puerto Baquerizo Moreno, was a bustling hub of Mexican interest in the Pacific. Daily, ships from across the Pacific docked here as a stopping point before entering other cities on the Pacific coast such as Lima, Guayaquil, Salina Cruz and Acapulco. It generated a decent amount of revenue for the Empire, but that was not it's prime objective. The reason it was so important to Mexican interests in the Pacific is that it was the Empire's primary port in the Pacific ocean, having being built from the ground up to be a military and civilian port city and dockyard. El Armada Imperial de México used the port city to house 'La Flota del Pacífico' which was Mexico's primary fleet in the Pacific. It contains two pre-dreadnoughts - the AIM Revolución and the AIM México - along with six cruisers, four light cruisers and thirty destroyers. It contains no submarines, as they are considered by many to be useless in the open Pacific ocean. Whether or not that was true was yet to be seen, as no conflict of import had as of yet occurred in the Pacific with Mexico involved.

While the Pacific fleet was large, it was not deemed large enough by most accounts. Therefore, Congress had pushed through a bill dubbed 'Ley Para Aumentar el Tamaño de la Flota del Pacífico' or 'An Act to Increase the Size of the Pacific Fleet'. The act called for the construction of ten new ships. One of which was to be a new dreadnought dubbed 'the AIM Águila' in honour of the national animal of Mexico, the eagle. Along with this was another pre-dreadnought, two new cruisers and six new destroyers. The Águila was currently being constructed in Puerto Porfirio, while the others were being constructed in other cities. The Águila was proclaimed to be, when ready, 'el Orgullo del Flota' or 'the Pride of the Fleet'. It was to be the largest dreadnought ever constructed by the Armada Imperial, and was said to be 'capable of standing toe-to-toe with any European ship of the same class; whether or not this was nationalist rhetoric or the truth was unknown, but without a doubt, it would be the most powerful ship in the Armada Imperial, and it would be in the Pacific.

This was, of course, in order for the Flota del Pacífico to be able to seize Pacific assets during any war in the Pacific in the foreseeable future. Perhaps to seize the remaining, unclaimed Pacific islands or to blockade, and possibly seize, the French colony of Indochina? Who knew, the military's plans weren't exactly open to the public; heck, even the Imperador wasn't allowed to access them without clearance. Either way, though, the Pacific fleet was clearly needed; especially if the Empire was to expand it's influence in the Pacific.

For now, however, the current Pacific fleet would have to do. Congress had also passed a bill dubbed 'Ley Para Incorporar los Territorios no Reclamados del Pacífico en el Imperio Mexicano' or 'An Act to Incorporate the Unclaimed Pacific Territories into the Mexican Empire'. It was, in effect, a declaration of war on the independent Polynesian tribes of the Pacific islands. This war was organized thoruoughly, and was organized into two operations in two theatres; 'Operación Fénix' was the seizure and subjugation of the western islands in the main chain, with 'Operación Falcón' being the seizure and subjugation of the islands in the east. The war itself was dubbed 'La Conquista del Pacífico' and propaganda had begun circulation that showed images of the Mexican eagle stretching across the Pacific ocean, holding in one talon a torch, and in the other a sword. It signified the beginning of a Mexico that fought for 'liberty through strength'.

by **Bolovia** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 10:06 am

Presidential Palace, Madrid
President Rivera sat in the War Room with his General Chiefs of Staff discussing possible retaliatory actions in Rio Muni. The situation was deteriorating by the minute it was a matter of time before this unknown assailant became bold enough to assault the Salazar base. All Ironclads were protecting the straight near Rio Muni. Many Generals suspected it was the Germans, but Rivera immediately dismissed those rumors. He sipped his coffee again. The garrison in Rio Muni was 25,000 strong, a rather big force for a small slither of land. Nonetheless what was really prized was the oil fields. Rivera received that a gas field was lit a ablaze and he wanted to immediately recapture. The Generals were speaking as Rivera thought to himself.

Gen. Mendez was speaking,
Sir, our forces are struggling to gain a foothold on the Saô Bridge which links us to the gas field. The unit that is attempting to regain the gas field was a rotation unit to relieve the guarding dispatch at the gas field of their position. The relief unit only had 700 and we believe 100 are dead all ready. We're essentially fighting an enemy we can't see. Aerial fighters have done little to relieve the pressure on the high ground.

Air Marshall Perez protested,
My men are doing all they can to help your detachment,so don't give me that shit now Mendez. Look, my President what we need to do is organize our efforts with our airmen. I only deployed 12 fighters and 5 bombers to Rio Muni. If you'd like we can begin bomb runs, that'll flush whoever the hell is attacking us.

Admiral Garcia defiantly stated,
And bomb all of our boys to hell with them. Listen, we can't invest all of our military prowess just into the abilities of the airmen. The Navy is top dog in that region, we have modernized our Ironclads with weapons of today. Let my boys run those rats out of the trees, they will tremble with fear at the site of our massive ships streaming don the river. I can deploy our garrisoned Naval Infantry. I have 500 in the area.

Rivera interrupted the Admiral by slamming his hand on the table, shaking all of the fine china on it. River immediately got up and went to his window. He watched life continue as cars clogged the street cars lined the roads in the center.
I don't like this bickering. If we continue this disunity, we will lose in Rio Muni and the Germans will swoop in and take what's left of it. I know those bastards are eying the precious oil fields in it. Ok, new strategy. We have 10 Ironclads in the waters yes. I want to send in 4 to patrol the rivers, the Saô River guard right flank of the Mbato Gas field, Admiral Garcia send in our 500 Naval Infantry to begin our night assault. Gen. Mendez ready 400 men in the Salazar base take 10 machine guns, 5 12 pounders, and 6 mortars. You'll regroup with the 600 men that are their. Perez scramble all of your fighters, begin airstrikes but hold off on the bombers. I want retaliation, the Saô River village may be harboring more insurgents. We'll give them Spanish fury hailing from the heavens above. Gentlemen, our goals is not to relive our force stranded on that bridge but to recapture our 2nd largest gas field. Get too it.

Rivera once more looked out the window. He eyed a funny looking truck,BAM! The truck instantly exploded. Rivera ducked down, down the hall the sound of boots violently hitting the marble ground grew louder. But, what stood out to Rivera were the shrieks below. The door busted open and the General Chiefs of Staff along with the Royal and Palace Guard surrounded Rivera. He shed tears at the billowing black smoke in the center of the square. Sirens broke the peaceful morning.

Meanwhile in...
Rio Muni
2 armored cars were utterly destroyed, soldiers pulled the charred metallic carcasses and blocked the bridge turning it into a barricade.2 machine guns were brought up and set up by the barricade, they began firing rapidly into the tree lines. The skies were clear as the biplanes returned to Rivera Airfield to refuel. Col.Gomez was in charge of holding off the attack, he had ordered Captain Petain a Spaniard of French origin to take 100 men and attempt to breakout by flanking the enemy on the left flank of river.

After 5 minutes of crossing the rather calm river the 100 men came across an oil well. They began to settle in marching in columns. The sounds of the MG's and rifles firing made the scene more real. Rtatatatatatat! This sound was heard repeatedly. Out of the blue distant thunderous roars were heard from artillery. Captain Petain was overwhelmed with fear. Did the enemy have artillery? He ran to the banks of the river. To his relief it was the Ironclad El Señor who was firing. Gun fires were heard once more but this time up the hill. Petain rushed back up his unit was firing into to the trees. A grenade landed in a squad of men, the blast flung 10 of them towards the hills. Petain took out his revolver and fires too. He looked above 5 biplanes were seen firing again into the hills. The assault continued and men dropped left and right.

by **Sterktheim** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 12:33 pm

Dainippontekikoku
Tokyo, Japanese Empire
7AM, January 2st, 1920

Music

Nihon Teikoku no Sutēshonarī
on
the Cessation of Spanish Taiwan

To the Stationary of Captain-General Don Miguel Primo de Rivera y Orbaneja, 2nd Marquis of Estella, 22nd Count of Sobremonte, Knight of Calatrava
From the Stationary of Emperor Taishō, Grand Cordon of the Order of the Chrysanthemum, Recipient of the Order of the Precious Crown, Recipient of the Order of the Rising Sun

Most Honorable Captain-General,

Your people and the country of Spain have controlled the Isle of Taiwan for nearly eighteen years, yet, as I'm sure you know, your people have little claim on the land. Taken as a spoil of war from the treacherous Chinese, we, the people of the Japanese Empire, demand that you cede sovereignty over the isle to the Japanese Empire for a sum of no aggression. The Japanese 1st Air Fleet will depart port on the 3rd of January, 1920, with or without Spanish consent, to cease control over the Isle and begin re-purposing the magistrate to reflect Japanese ideals. We ask that you, as a European power, remove yourself from the rightfully Asian lands in order to not only lighten your supply load, but redirect your resources to your current engulfing conflicts.

Acknowledging that the Iberian and Asiatic cultures evolved separately, you, General, must acknowledge that your people have no ancestral right to the ownership of this land. Not only are the Chinese people the inhabitants of this land, but the Japanese people are their rightful owners. I'm sure that even you must concede the fact that, as a nation, Spain has very little business in Asiatic politics. By removing your forces from the area, surely, you will preserve your military strength and redirect it to your own separate conflicts, allowing yourself to redouble your forces in Europe and secure a foothold in those areas, whilst Japan will be able to establish a foothold in China and place ourselves in our respective spheres.

Further occupation of the island will be considered an act of war by the Japanese military, and refusal to remove yourself from the island will result in conflict. I can assure you that the Japanese Empire will not relent in our advance- our steel bulwark seeks to defend all Asian people from the tyranny of foreign powers. Remove yourself from Taiwan and live in peace, or hold onto the island and die in war.

天皇陛下萬歲! Tennouheika Banzai!

Dai-ichi KōKū Kantai

Mobile Unit:

BASING: Yonaguni Island, preparation for Operation Phoenix in Flight, the reclamation of Taiwan from Spanish Forces. Tennouheika Banzai!

2 Satsuma-class battleships: Satsuma and Aki
3 Nagato-class battleships: Nagato, Mutsu, and Kanto
1 Kongo-class battlecruisers: Haruna
2 Niitaka-class cruisers: Niitaka, and Tsushima
5 Minekaze-class destroyers: Shimakaze, Yakaze, Hakaze, Hokaze, and Nokaze
2 Momi-class destroyers: Hagi, and Hishi
3 unclassed transport ships

Yonaguni Cluster Command:
5th Infantry Division with an operational strength of 13,000~ men, commanding the:

9th Brigade
11th Infantry Regiment
41st Infantry Regiment

21st Brigade
21st Infantry Regiment
42nd Infantry Regiment

5th Special Operations Regiment
5th Field Artillery Regiment
5th Construction Regiment
5th Transport Regiment.

1st Air Army commanding a force of 150 aircraft, mostly single-bomb bombers and escort fighters, in the outlying islands in the Yonaguni cluster.

43 Martinsyde G.100s
27 Sopwith 1½ Strutters
32 Nieuport 11s
48 SPAD S.VIIs

by **The New Greek Republic** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 4:52 pm

The People's Federative Republic of America

Bogota, Colombia Federative Republic
January 2nd, 1920
10:03am

Leon Trotsky roamed the halls of the Supreme Residence, an extravagant architectural masterpiece crafted by quite possibly the best constructive masterminds that the nation had to offer. Midst his grand stroll, he came to a halt at a window in the very halls he was walking in. He gazed out to see a, to say the least, disappointing view of what should be a lavish capital. The rest of the city appeared to be slums compared to the Supreme Residence, which was located in the exact center of the city. Upon his recognition of such lackluster infrastructure he hurriedly traveled to the Federative Office to begin working on decree that would vastly improve the infrastructure of Bogota.

To improve the infrastructure, of course, he would need money. Something of which was scarce in the People's Federative Republic of America. So to ease the worries of financial dilemmas, Trotsky decided that to improve the state he must end the ideals of secularism that came with the Marxist-Leninist ideology. However, finding allies to help fund his project would be difficult. The Russian Empire most surely despised the Federative Republic with a passion, and Mexico saw it as a rival to it's own prosperity as a state. Though Trotsky was determined to spread out the Socialist ideals, the time for such indulgences wasn't now. Trotsky would put forth an effort to appease Mexico by putting forth an economic and diplomatic deal, perhaps free trade and non-aggression would do the trick.

Trotsky was unsure of the European's views on the PFRA, but they were most likely negative. Petty Russian propaganda probably has made them grimace at the thought of aligning with the Federative Republic. It was a true injustice in the eyes of Trotsky, but he would do his best to counterweight the upheavals of the Russian Empire towards the Republic. Starting with the United States, Trotsky would align the People's Federative Republic with the capitalist swine; the plague of the world and utter drag on all the is good. Not by choice, no. He was in a position in which he was forced to do so. With no hope for allies coming from Europa, Trotsky would have to look closer to home. And with the prosperous U.S just to the North, why wouldn't he target them? Though they were ideological enemies, the People's Federative Republic of America needed the United States so that the PFRA itself would soon be able to prosper.However, attaining American support would be placed as a secondary goal as attaining the support of Latin America was far more advantageous to the state's immediate success.

Trotsky finished writing up the decree and signed it into order, People's Emergecencial Decree 004 - Emergency Overhaul of National Infrastructure was declared. Apart of the decree, the citizens of the People's Federative Republic would have their paychecks cut by 50% and any government assistance would be temporarily cut off to ensure funding for the project. The branching out to foreign entities, however, was kept a secret from the populace. Doing so would constitute as the admittance of weakness in the State's system, and Trotsky's system had no flaws. That, he could be sure of when there was nothing else to be so sure of.

by **Bolovia** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 6:12 pm

Streets of Madrid, Spain January 7th, 1920

The newspapers were selling by the hundreds as yesterdays bombing had picked up much attention all around the country, and empire for that matter. News of the attack reached as far as officers in Taiwan. The incident had caused panic in Madrid as nothing of the sorts had ever occurred in Spain before. The fires were put out but smoke continued to rise early in the early hours of the morning. The attack occurred right in front of the Presidential Palace, as if to display a message of dominance. Spaniards were shocked to see that the attack took place right in front of a symbol of great power. Images of the attack made front page all across the empire, ranging from national papers to smaller local papers the image became universal to Spain.

Sirens still wailed for from dusk till dawn, gathering injured, dead, or dying victims of the deadly attack. The truck was filled with dynamite wired to a timer and trigger for the explosives to go off. The truck was strategically placed in the midst of a rush hour type situation. The truck exploded in the middle of traffic, near a filled cross walk, and next to a street car full of passengers. Authorities claim 159 dead and 203 wounded. No one has claimed responsibility yet and security around the Presidential Palace has beefed up. President Rivera had been escorted to a nearby safety house. All government buildings were closed down in the event that a succession of bombings should occur. Rivera called for an emergency parliament meeting in a couple hours. Rivera's cabinet also convened an emergency meeting of their own, all Ministers and Military Officials were present with Rivera in the safe house.

Rivera began the meeting,
"Alright gentlemen, the situation in our country has come to a complete surprise. Our administration has never drawn up any response to an act of such cowardice. Until further notice our country will be placed under a State of Emergency. A curfew shall be initiated and our police will be given extrajudicial powers. I want to avert another catastrophe such as this from ever happening again. If someone wants to attack us, in my book we must be doing something right."
Some Ministers chuckled along with Rivera,
"Ok, what do we know of so far?"

Gen.Mendez began with the thought which was on every Minister's mind,
"This could be a coordinated attack along with the assaults in Rio Muni. A mass conspiracy if you will, this is the most accurate lead we have on it. As far as we're concerned those who are attacking us in Rio Muni are still unknown and this bombing no one has claimed responsibility. This is raising some eyebrows. If we catch these criminals maybe we can gain a lead on who is causing mischief in Rio Muni. I have taken the liberty to place our Reserves on High Alert and as we speak our army is securing many pivotal points in Spain. Check points have been set up all across the country on every major highway and junction. These bastards will have a hard time to strike again with out being noticed beforehand. "

Minister of the Interior Gonzalez objected,
We're not even certain if there is any correlation at all between this attack and the offense happening in Rio Muni. We can't be certain but making assumptions is just as hazardous for taking a wrong lead. The Civil Guard and National Police have begun numerous investiagtions. At the moment no suspects have appeared but in due time we'll get a lead. "

Air Marshall Perez next spoke,
"I have scrambled all of our fighters. We have complete aerial reconnaissance in the sky. My men have been tasked with observing suspicious behavior. We will avert another crisis, mi Cuadillio."

Rivera sighed, clasped his hands together and then looked up,
"This attack... its... its really an eye opener to how vulnerable we really are. Especially if it occurred right outside the Palace. I can't even imagine these anarchists what they have planned. We need to mobilize the reserves, its the only way we can be sure. Perez I give your men the go to shoot at anything that looks suspicious on the ground. We cant risk internal security for one second. Gentlemen, the time has come for..."
Rivera was interrupted as the Minister of Foreign Relations rushed in gasping for air, waving a piece of paper in his hand. The sweat dripped from hi forehead, he again gasped for air.
"Mi General, its... (gasps for air)... its the Japanese. They want Taiwan or War!"
Rivera grabbed the letter, he studied its content keenly and closely. He grinned and began giving orders in a very calm fashion.
"Mendez ready 200,000 of our Reserve forces and draft another 200,000. Admiral Duvillo notify Captain Rosas in the Pacific Fleet that war is imminent and prepare some transports for our forces. Perez fuel the fighters and airships, ready for a voyage to Taiwan. Let me handle the rest. "

From Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: Emperor Taisho of the Japanese Empire
From: Captain-General Rivera of the Kingdom of Spain

Dear Emperor,
Your idle threats amuse. The Taiwanese people seem indifferent to our rule on the Isle. We have two Governors; one we installed our military governor and a civil governor one the Taiwanese people elect. You are the aggressors in this scenario and should you violate our air space this will constitute as an act of war and my airmen will respond appropriately. I have studied Japanese War history and your most notable for your failed endeavors abroad. You can add this one to the list. The odds will be against you my friend. Clearly you have bypassed all diplomatic options your Diet has proposed to you and you are going straight. I'm sure your people are wary of the failures you conjure up. I am a man of conscience and will invite you to speak about this issue in Madrid, but knowing a man like you, a man of impulse, you will again bypass this. So again my lord choose your moves wisely.

Signed,
General-Captain Miguel Primo De Rivera

Message from the Ministry of War and Defense High Command:
Encryption: Extremely High
To: Military Governor Espinoza of Taiwan
This is President Rivera fuel your fighter and begin digging trenches. ultimatum received from Japan warning of imminent invasion of land forces. Deploy all AA weaponry from armory and secure strategic locations, telephone lines, bridges, armories etc. Message Captain Rosas of the Pacific Fleet to ready counter maneuvers and mobilize entire naval force for war. Execute all actions immediately!

Meanwhile in...
Rio Muni

The force of 400 arrived at the Sao bridge, the force of 700 that had been initially sent was reduced to 550. Captain Petain and his detachment found no success in flanking as if the enemy anticipated it. The new commander of the combined force of 1050 Major Colonel. Vazquez readied his attack force and began with artillery barrage from batteries placed on the outer lying hills behind the Sao Bridge. After 30 minutes of intense barrage, no more firefights ensued. Col.Vazquez issued the charge forward. The Armored cars plowed threw the makeshift barricade and the soldiers embarked on the trucks and moved forward. 15 Sopwith Camel Biplanes recon the area. The only shots that were heard in the distance were the Maxim MG's from the Ironclad El Senor and the rifle fire coming from the engagement with Cpt.Petain.

Cpt. Petain fired obliviously into the tree lines. He knew he had killed a few assailants but it was obvious his position was being overran. He noticed that the road leading to the bank of the river was still open. Petain shouted for the remainder of his men to follow him down to the banks of the river. A massive exodus of Spanish troops fled the lonely oil well down to the river. Men were dropping in the massive retreat. Petain only managed to save 60 of his original 150 men down to the river. to his fortunes El Senor was near banks coming back the way Petain lead his men. The El Senor gunners manned the Maxims and layed down covering fire on the road above.

The Ironclad once again began firing shells in the hills. Col.Vazquez lead his men right into the heart of the Mbato gas field.

The men marched in neat columns towards the wells.

The force of 1050 began clean up operations in case any assailants remained in the area.

Meanwhile in...
Taiwan
Governor Espinoza received the message and mobilized the force of 75,000 in a rather clumsy fashion. The consequence of a rushed operation much was disorganized. The soldiers would need time to reorganize, time they obviously did not have. However, Espinoza had more luck with refueling the planes and alerted Cpt.Rosas of his duties. Rosas, however, took his time readying the naval portion. He only dispatched the Dreadnoughts and Pre-Dreadnoughts believing this was a test from High Command one he wouldn't take seriously.

The Dreadnoughts and Pre-Dreadnoughts chugged in a straight line.

by **Reatra** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:57 pm

"So, how are the settlements coming along?" El Presidente René Soto asked his Administrative Adviser.
"Swimmingly, El Presidente. In fact we've recently claim Viti Levu for Peru!" The Adviser replied.
"Amazing, but how goes the actual settlement?"
"Well... Not as good as expected. They are doing fine, but we aren't getting as many immigrants as we had hoped."
"That is fine, there are many poor neighborhoods near the docks of our cities, surely if we offered them jobs in the navy as crew members they'd love to go to the islands. And it doesn't hurt to put a few hundred more posters up about how great these "tropical paradises" are. It worked for the Europeans when they came here, why not for us?"

Luckily for everyone who had lived in Peru for the last four hundred years, the Spanish had not conquered the Tawantinsuyu fully. Instead they became a Spanish protectorate in 1567, and were "peacefully" annexed in the early 1600s. This led to a much, much lessened rate of silver extraction in Peru, and therefore not only did millions of natives not die from mercury poisoning and Spanish whips, but the silver industry is still one of Peru's biggest to this day. But Peru was incredibly rich in a myriad of other resources. Copper, gold, petroleum, timber, fish, iron ore, coal, phosphate, potash, and natural gas. A few of those were vital to Peru's extremely disciplined military. Petroleum, iron, coal, and copper. Iron and coal formed the backbone of the fine Peruvian steel made in the coastal factories. Petroleum fed the ever growing army of armored cars and the great Peruvian navy. Copper allowed for extensive electrical infrastructure cheaper than usual. Peru had one of the greatest militaries on the continent. Hopeful it would pay off.

by **Sterktheim** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 9:32 pm

From the Stationary of Emperor Taisho
To the Most Honorable President Bernard de Salta

A Treatise on the End of Spain's Hegemony in South America

To the most honorable President de Salta, sovereign ruler of Argentina, and democratic leader of South America:

I understand your hesitance to enter the world stage as it is, your democratic country is surrounded by Autocrats and Communists on all sides of your country, spawned from a dictatorial state that currently imperialistically oppresses my people, the Asiatic cultures. I, as the sovereign of the Japanese Empire, am currently interested in expanding the rights of our workers on all fronts, including suffrage for all males- a bill that will be enacted on the eve on 1921. I humbly acknowledge that, in the past, Japan has been ruled by a cadre of military elite, the Shogun and his tyrannical Samurai, but as the Emperor of the re-united Japan, I am intensely interested in ending the stark disparity of wealth in my nation by providing the citizens with more Civil and Economic equalities.

Your country, the Republic of Argentina, is in, in my opinion, the bastion of hope for expanding democracy in the modern America, seeing as the United States attempts to isolate its self from the world at large. I hope that my sweeping reforms will not only impress your governors, but you as well, and provide you with sufficient materials to become a state allied to my own. Your army is much smaller than your patriarch's, and I hope to provide them with the weapons and training that will enable you to defend your country's independence, along with its way of governance.

It was announced publicly, on this very day, that Japan would be entering a war with your father country, Spain, on the grounds that they held no right to act as sovereign over the Asian island of Taiwan. I'm not asking for your full military intervention, but I would be intensely interested in your assistance on the world's political stage. I seek to end Spain's Imperialism on all fronts, not just in Asia, and severely limit their ability to terrorize the world's minorities. I, as the Emperor of Japan, would ask you for minor naval assistance in operations off the Taiwanese coast- acting in a purely defensive posture.

In exchange for your assistance, I would provide you with a sizable sum of money, in the form of our own currency, as well as a detachment military advisers and supplies to provide your people with sufficient training and equipment to defend themselves. I would very much like to become well acquainted with Argentinian customs, and would enjoy it immensely if your Honor would provide me with lodgings in any coming visits to your country. In order to strengthen our relations, and end the oppression of our respective peoples.

Emperor Taisho, sovereign of the Empire of Japan

by **Prevnina** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 9:58 pm

Berlin, Deutschland

Schutzleute Alois Richter was huffing and puffing by this point, covered in sweat and dead tired, he and seemingly every other police officer in the city had been called out to stop the rioting that had now been going on for hours, and showed no sign of stopping. It had started earlier in the morning at about half past two, when the communists had been fired upon while demonstrating, the shot had struck a man in the forehead, killing him instantly, and soon a small group of men had jumped out of an alley way and attacked members of the crowd while shouting NP slogans.

Naturally, the communists had fought back and the police had attempted to separate the two sides, entirely in vain, several more had been killed and dozens injured before the attackers had been arrested and the skirmish broken up, only to reignite a few minutes later when more communists arrived and saw the carnage. Now, six hours and dozens of deaths later, riots had taken place all around the city, shops had been looted, known NP members had been beaten and there was general disorder in the streets, there was word of chaos having spread to Potsdam and even some unconfirmed rumours of street fighting in München.

Alois and his comrades had been in the thick of things from the start, and he couldn't wait until the Communists got tired and decided to go home, luckily that seemed to be happening now as they hadn't encountered any rioters in a good fifteen minutes. What they had seen was a small number of armed men, some in military uniform, some in police uniform and some in civilian attire, marching around with red armbands, who they were and where they had come none of the regular police seemed to know, whenever he asked they responded with misdirection and small talk, but he was glad for the assistance never the less.

One of the red-armed men came up to Alois, looking far fresher than the police officer, "Guten tag" he smiled, the man was probably around twenty, in tidy civilian attire and had short blond hair, he wore glasses and seemed to be quite happy about something, "This is a lot of fun isn't it? The commie's are sure getting what they deserve today, hopefully the lot of them will be in the dungeon by this time tomorrow"

"Ah well, that's what they get for rioting" Alois responded, the man nodded cheerfully and took a rather vague look around, "Although to be fair, if those NP guy's hadn't shot up their march, this wouldn't have happened in the first place" he couldn't place it, but at this the stranger looked a bit mad, but quickly hid whatever he was feeling, "Honestly, right now I wish the bunch of them would just piss off, I had a date tonight"

"Hah, I guess you'll have to reschedule" the man laughed quietly, "What's your name anyway? Don't think I asked you"

"Alois Richter"

"Ah, I'm Heinrich, Heinrich Himmler, it's nice to meet you"

by **The Miaphysite Church of Coptic Archism** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 3:08 am

Российская Империя
St. Petersburg, Russian Empire
January 14th, 1920

The Czar sat, almost bored, in a slightly uncomfortable chair in one of the council rooms of the Winter Palace. It had been a busy two weeks in global politics, so he'd been told, and he was here for an update on the affairs of the world. He sat in the char, head in hand, and the man in front of him read out reports. The Czar's response would effectively determine Russia's reaction as a whole to the events. "One or two South American nations seem to be getting involved in the islands in the south Pacific." The Czar waved his hand in the air and said "Not our business." The man nodded. "There's been serious riots in Germany." The Czar took a second to think before saying "Not our business yet." The man nodded once again. "Spain's had a terrible start to the decade. There's been a bombing in the capital and our espionage tells us they're having issues in one of the few colonies they have left." The Czar shrugged and said "Why should Russia care?"

The man, at the bottom of the list, finally read out the event that may catch the Czar's attention. "Espionage in Japan tells us that a large fleet has left their waters in a south-westerly direction, we believe they're planning to attack Taiwan." The Czar perked up immediately. "I want any more information on this brought to me immediately. I want Алистратов in this room within the hour. We need to discuss one or two points. For now though, no action on the world stage. We will let the Spanish and Japanese deal with their issues for now. If it boils into war, we may involve ourselves. Until then, no action unless someone comes to us." The man took several notes and rushed out of the chamber, not before bowing to his Imperial Majesty, of course.

Алистратов was a powerful man. He was effectively in charge of the Russian military's gear and equipment through numerous contracts. The state owned his company, of course, but he was still a rich man. He was in the Czar's office within half an hour, happy to discuss matters which may line his pockets even more. "Your Imperial Majesty, what can I do for you?" The Czar acknowledged his bow with a nod and said "Russia needs more planes. And better rifles. And the ships need better guns and armor too." Алистратов was taken aback. "Majesty, this is a large order..." The Czar held his hand out for silence. "Russia's coffers are endless, Алистратов. A hundred and eighty million souls pay their tax, the riches of Siberia fill entire banks. I want what I asked for. A total refit, and it will be done quickly too."

Алистратов was quiet for some time. He knew that if he couldn't do it, he would simply be replaced with someone who could. "More planes, better rifles, and a naval refit. I will see too it at once, Imperial Majesty." The Czar nodded, and said "You have a year."

Volga Riverbank, Russian Empire
January 14th, 1920

The engineers and businessmen watched proudly as supplies were brought into the construction field, and workers poured in from the local area. This was to be one of six sites on the river where a great water-wheel would be turned to generate electricity for the Empire. The venture was massive, but with huge potential gains. In any case they all had a job to do, and that was to light up the Empire. And if they failed, they all had heard the rumors about what happens to those who anger the Czar.

by **Alleniana** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:32 am

Valparaíso, Argentina
The city was an important one, and a busy one, indeed. Not only the main Pacific port for Argentina, but also the place where its submarines were being developed, where goods for a railway were being shipped in, where an expedition into the Pacific and eventually to Japan was setting sail, and where preparations for mobilisation against Peru were being reviewed, should it ever come to that.

Its most important feature for all of this was its docks. Piers jutting out all along the cove, marring its shoreline but also providing valuable infrastructure, ships came and went everyday; importing and exporting cargo, bringing in the daily catch, all mixed in with pleasure-boaters, customs officers and naval men. On one quiet end, though, far away from the common bustle, was a strange pier; well-maintained, well-built, and peculiarly unsuited to cargo ships. Not only that, but nothing was docked there. It was one of the reasons that the port city was so important, though, despite its unassuming mystery.

Here, down by the shore, was the headquarters of Argentina's experimental submarine programme. Though no vessels sat in the water just now, there was many a day when tiny submersibles, the equivalent of torpedo boats for submarines, were brought there for testing; often surrounded by lifeguards, just ready to rescue the testers if the machines broke or started leaking or the like. Often, such experiments drew small, bored crowds, many children, amusing themselves by watching these strange metal sausages being plopped into the water after being carried out from the nearby shed. Indeed, often, harassed housewives told their children to go and watch the "salchicha" when they knew it was on; the government people were responsible.

The programme was much much greater value than a television programme, though, even if it seemed like little more. Already, major advances had been made; not only was it one of the most ambitious and only naval design projects based in Argentina, but also an important step in Argentine technology, regardless of the way it hallmarked burgeoning research capacities. It had a long way to go, but the path had been beaten purely by Argentines so far; as international cooperation developed, it looked clear that progress would be faster in future.

And, even as the metal prototypes of diminutive size sat on their huge racks, Pacific salt already crusted on some, their host city continued to work in other ways.

Back on the docks proper, the parts used for goods and passengers and fishermen and such civilian matters, a seemingly unremarkable ship had dozens of crates unloaded; some huge, others fairly small, designed with the size of a man's hands in consideration, and all of them being piled onto a truck, ready for transport. The workmen did not seem to care what was in them either, just working away for their bread and butter, but in truth, they were unloading much of a train. Many specialised and high-quality parts were being imported, bit by bit, to fill in the gaps of Argentine industry, and to ensure that technologies not yet here and breaking edge in other countries could be implemented as the standard. Several locomotives were to be put onto the many tracks, running up and down Chile as well as over the Andes to sprawl across the railway-conducive plains of Patagonia and the Pampas; none lacking in cities and locations for tracks and trains to run to.

The ships unloading this precious cargo was further overshadowed in notability by several warships; not only did experimental naval vessels frequent the port's waters, but proper, spick-and-span warships too. A pair of dreadnoughts, attended by a gaggle of cruisers and almost no destroyers lay, bobbing imperceptibly.

These warships, loaded with weapons, supplies, and soon sailors and eager marines, would be destined first for a gunboat diplomacy-esque voyage across the Pacific, making various calls at various ports, and then conducting exercises and patrols in conjunction with the Japanese; admittedly in a somewhat provocative manner around the Spanish, war broken out, Taiwan a warzone and all, but Spain was a longtime enemy, only greater now.

For now, though, the ships' crews and passengers could rest easy. The voyage wasn't coming until much later, and when it did, it would be much better supplied than it looked now.

And, then, as if all of this activity couldn't fill the city up, the land's military was engaged in action as well. Though only a few were actually about, patrolling and training from their naval academy base, there was a large presence; not only of recruits and young officers, but of senior officials; bigwigs in the government.

Peru was an ever-growing threat, and it had been ascertained that Valparaíso would be the centre from which all naval movements were conducted in any Pacific war. Not only that, but it would also be a major centre - if these reforms of the plans went throughh, the single major centre - of the land campaign on that side of the Andes. Officers had gathered from across the area, along with convened representatives from the capital itself, to hammer out war plans, to update details, and to ensure that the framework for fighting Peru was well-constructed.

Within the city, in a posh hotel, not unlike one that might be offered to visiting dignitaries, a meeting room with a large window looking out onto the busy sea was filled with military men of every type; even the air force with a representative there, on behalf of what experimental fighters and bombers Argentina possessed. Yet another reason the town was so indispensable, they drew up plans, argued, debated, visualised and studied, their base here's power projection being calculated to be used the best way.

Valparaíso was full of activity, full of people, full of happenings. The government had many involvements, indeed, and many unique advancements occurred, but at its heart, a port city, it bustled on, oblivious to the coming storms that were perhaps even being organised within it as the people went about.

To Emperor Taisho of the Empire of Japan,

It is with gladness that we hear from our Pacific neighbours, and hope that as you read this letter, you are still in as good health as you were when it was written.

It is truth when you speak that we are hesitant to look too far beyond our borders; Peru sits, an evil regime to our north but one with the ability to surprise us and win in a war, Brazil better than they but still a fierce rival of ours, Colombia a nation further from Peru's stance yet still scarcely a land of fairness, Mexico unhelpful and seemingly an enemy of the United States; not our brethren in language, history nor culture, but the only free, democratic nation in our New World that we reside; Canada, of course, still a colonial bastion, though not an impoverished nor autocratic one.

We hear your news, though, of Spain; once again, our old enemy, imperialist and now dictatorial state, meddler and old, worn-out nation. We see Japan as a state preferable to many; your universal suffrage for males is only echoed by our own sentiments, where universal female suffrage may soon become the norm. Your rule is wise in our eyes, and we would seek to support it against any enemies of liberty and freedom.

It is true, what you say of us; we hope to change the tides of the world, to free all people and to give the vote to every sane human being, to give the essential liberties to every person alive. But it is true, still, as you say, that our armies are small, our training lacking compared to many of the Old World, and our abilities not great enough alone.

If Japan would be so kind as to provide us with funds, weapons, training, we would be indebted greatly. Japan is strong economically, that is clear, and a power whose military is to be scoffed at by none alive. Such actions would easily preclude an alliance; a union in our beliefs, goals and works across the Pacific, two friends working to gather more to end tyranny.

We would, indeed, be hard pressed to take military action up against Spain, directly, as you do so realise, but it is well within our capabilities to reach out a bit; take pre-emptive steps, to secure our emancipated way of life against the enemy, and to therefore make use of our navy, which we would like to think is quite notable, and make movements about Taiwan and Japan, as well as perhaps across the rest of the Pacific; a domain we are both most acquainted with, and one that our influence being expanded over could be no bad thing.

Essentially, with gladness, we agree to your proposal; a well-made exchange of military advisors, money and weaponry, and aid in preserving the essentials of life, and residence that we have not yet addressed, but now do proclaim we would gladly offer. It is with the warmest feelings that we extend an invite to yourself and any who you might wish to accompany you, to make a visit to any port of all in Argentina, whereupon we might transfer you to the best lodgings we have and that you desire, whether it be an Andes mountain view, a Patagonian retreat, an Atacama beachside resort or the uniquely Argentine bustle of Buenos Aires. While you stay, indeed, in addition, it may be that we have an upcoming proposal involving a naval research project to offer you.

It is our firm belief that a friendship, an alliance, a firm relationship between our nations, and that of our nations; interests, peoples, values, governments and goals, can be established, to last throughout the ages, built on this solid basis. We will but transfer the necessary details of the agreement; the amount of money, weapon types, where our ships would go, and other such numerical details, before we immediately launch and set sail for the other side of the Pacific with our navy's cream. We are looking forward to your response immensely.

From President Bernarde de Saltas of the Republic of Argentina

by **Fumonoxii** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 4:03 pm

The Constitutional Monarchy of Sweden

Stockholm, Sweden, January 21st, 1920
Prime Minister Hjalmar Branting had been a busy man, as of late. His recent election as Prime Minister from the Social Democratic Party meant that there were a lot of hopes on his shoulders, and a lot of eyes bearing down on him. Sweden was a country very much in the grips of change. Its traditional place as an irrelevant farming nation, ever since Russia had overtaken them in their complacency, was now rapidly being replaced. Large scale agriculture is feeding a booming population, as Sweden's rich iron ore and timber deposits mean that industrial growth is also thriving.

If only in the rest of the world were things going so smoothly. War in the Pacific, Spain's rather unfortunate fall from grace, and Japan's ever growing strength in the Pacific, threatening to tear apart the fragile balance of power. Hjalmar envied the Japanese, in a way, and saw similarities with their entrances into the modern world from obscurity. However, Sweden was no Japan. Hjalmar quickly decided that he wanted to rectify this. He decided that his first move would be to address his neighbors. He called in Erik Palmstierna, his Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"Erik, my friend," he began, greeting him warmly. "I've decided to send you on a holiday." Erik looked confused. Starting as early as '08, he'd been working hard, snaking his way through Sweden's political levels, eventually to rise as high as Foreign Affairs Minister. What could he mean by a holiday? Hjalmar continued. "You'll be visiting our friends in Saint Petersburg to work on an economic treaty. Thorsson's going with you. I want you to secure raw materials to serve our growing industrial machine. We've been quiet to our neighbors to the east, as of yet. I need you to help rectify that." Karl nodded. A treaty with Russia, even an economic one, would be a huge step toward friendship, and the two countries had an ancient, yet subdued, rivalry. "I shall draw up a draft, then give it to you to run by Parliament and the King." Karl replied.

Next he called in two more members of his cabinet, Per Albin Hansson, his Minister of War and Defense, and Bernhard Eriksson, his Naval Minister. "Gentlemen," he began. "I say it is high time Sweden take her rightful place in the world. Unfortunately, this means we may need to take it through force of arms." The two, experienced military men and political minds alike, nodded, first to him, then each other. "I plan to increase allocations of funding to both of you. I want more men in uniforms, holdings rifles, and on boats. Specifically, I want the army up 600,000 and the navy to 325,000." He turned to Eriksson, speaking to him in particular. "I also want an air fleet of no less than sixty planes, under your command." "And where will this funding come from?" Hansson inquired. "I'm planning on making a few proposals to Parliament soon," Hjalmar told him. "Hopefully they will see our need then. For now, prepare yourselves." The two men concurred with Hjalmar's plan, and began to leave the room. Hjalmar called Eriksson. "Bernhard, I'm going to need my Minister for Health and Social Affairs for this next meeting." "Yes, Mr. Prime Minister," he replied.

Next, he decided to deal with domestic issues. He called in Olof Olsson, his Minister for Ecclesiastical Affairs, as well as Minister of Agriculture, Fredrik Vilhelm Thorsson, his Minister of Finance and Trade, and Carl Svensson, his Minister of Civilian Affairs, as well as Minister of Communications. The four men stood in front of his desk, patiently waiting for what he had to say. "Everyone," Hjalmar began, rising from his seat. "I've spoken with my diplomat and my military men. How is everything on the home front?" "Agricultural growth is pushing exponential," began Olsson, "And our students are scoring every year. Before we know it, we'll have gone from a nation of farmers to scholars." Although he could sense the obvious fluffing in his words, it was a good sign that he was so optimistic. Thorsson was next. "We have a nice, steady trickle of growth coming into our coffers," he told him. "Between our growing industry, burgeoning population, and expanding trade, our incomes are increasing across the board. And, if the worst should come to worst, and the War Ministers you mentioned earlier need to work in earnest, we should have a safety cushion without going broke." Svensson was the only one who hadn't spoke, although he seemed as though he was holding something back. "Well, Carl?" Hjalmar asked. "What have you to say?" After another moment of frustration, he spoke. "The people are discontent, sir." He replied. "Women and men both the nation over are campaigning for Women's Suffrage, but we've been unresponsive as of yet. These protests in Germany aren't helping the situation, either. I am of the opinion that we must get women the right to vote as soon as possible." Hjalmar was surprised and pleased with the frankness of his words. "Very good, then," he said. "All of you. I'll take what you've all said into consideration. And Thorsson, you'll be heading to Russia for a few weeks with Palmstierna to work out a peace treaty. I expect good things." "Yes, sir," Thorsson told him.

After everyone had left, Hjalmar pulled out a cigar and lit it, slowly puffing and inhaling. He hopes these meeting would be the first of many, and that the events that took place due to them would shape the continent's, and indeed, the planet's, history. He began penning down his proposal to Parliament to introduce all the new changes that he planned to put into place. Many hours in, several drafts later, a man wearing an old-fashioned military outfit walked into his office. "Hello, there," he sarcastically greeted, a tired tribble showing through in his voice. "I have a message from our King," he told him, handing him a scroll, embossed with all sorts of decorum, including the royal seal in wax. "How lovely," he muttered to himself, as the figure left. The uniform looked familiar, like it'd been torn out of one of the old history books. He'd personally felt like the monarchy was a relic, left over from a less civilized time. Despite this, he opened up the scroll.

Deciding that perhaps a break would be best for the writing he'd been doing, he grabbed his coat and drove to the Royal Palace. The guards nodded him past as he walked in. He entered the King's chambers, with him and two of his cousins looking over a map, stretched out over a large table. The map was of Europe, with Sweden prominently displayed in the north. King Carl warmly welcomed Hjalmar as he walked in. "Greetings, Mr. Prime Minister!" he bellowed. "My generals here and I have been talking all night." He noticed glasses of liquor on the table at the edges of the map. "And just what have you been talking about?" Hjalmar reluctantly asked. "Only the important things," Carl told him. "History. Glory. Riches." He put his arm around Hjalmar. "So long as it's grounded," he replied. "Hjalmar, Hjalmar, Hjalmar..." he began, "You won't listen to these Socialists, will you? Ridiculous, all of it. With the unions and the women and votes and..." he trailed off. "You know. Just, do the best you can, my friend."

Hjalmar drove home, following that whole sordid affair. Hopefully fixing Sweden wouldn't be as hard as what he just got put through. Then again, was anything?

by **Folkets Norge** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:20 pm

The Bogd Khan rose from his throne, resting inside of the Winter Palace, one of four, that he called home. He peered around, observing the many gifts and paintings that adorned his home. Truly, he was not the finest practitioner of the Buddhist principles that were so often advertised to the western world, but he knew in his heart the type of man he was, the people who he led.

Outside, several traders were calling for their wares to be bought, bartering being done between one another, and trades being conducted throughout southern Ulan Bator. He smiled, walking over to one of the many balconies of his estate, and raised his arms out, stretching them to the skies above. The sun cast it's warm glow on the spiritual leader, and he closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them with a sudden stream of tears falling down his cheeks.

Meanwhile, in one of the many clusters of monasteries some miles away, the monks gathered for their meditation during the sun's zenith, and a few miles from there, a collective of nomads native to the land were settled in the center Urga, where a shamanistic ritual was occurring with a bare-chested man seated in the midst of the crowd, his eyes shut tight, paint spread across his face.

The Khan looked down on Ulan Bator, smiling as tears flooded his face, and then frowning, a deep disturbance striking in his heart. "Not yet." He said, and then he turned to descend the stairs within his palace. He told one of his servants that he'd be gone for a few days, and then he departed, walking past one of the many gifts that sat on pedestals straddling the walkway leading out of the palace. He didn't even glance at them, all but the Japanese gift that rested in the center of his garden, the six-foot four jade Buddha that weighted down on a cushion of fine Japanese silk. He paused in his pace, before continuing down the unpaved path.

The Khan was seen undressed among the crowds of gathering nomads, all visiting a uyangiin ger to rest momentarily before they travel out into the great plains of Mongolia to continue their hard work, and bring back a different assortment of food in wagons to improve their families diet and stature of perfection. He looked about, his elderly body bare in the shade of the home, eyes catching him in question and humor, many nudging others aside to make room for him as they made passing comments. He reached down and drank the muddled water that his people drank, and he looked up to the natural lighting that shone through the uncovered top of the home.

"My people deserve opulence." He said, standing up and smiling to the surrounding crowd in his nude body, before taking his leave to return to his palace. Shortly thereafter, a letter would be written in Japanese lettering by a foreign dignitary that lived near the palace, and a request would be sent to the Emperor of Japan to name his price for adopting the Yen as their national currency, and, already anticipating his answer, he consulted with his Minister of Warfare, patting him on the shoulder as they finished their conversation.

A collective of dignitaries were sent out, all guarded by a somewhat large collective of disguised soldiers, discretely armed with daggers, under the guise of mottled cloth. The collective was aimed towards Tokyo, different messages and letters written out in Japanese lettering, tirelessly written by the ten emissaries living in the area, translating the messages spoken by the Khan.

Anticipating the Japanese response, the Minister of War had been instructed to migrating forces, discretely, to his eastern border. Storm clouds gathered over the plains, and shamans had only dark tellings of the future to share with the nomadic people. War was coming, but not today, nor tomorrow.

Let loose the hounds of ~~war~~ diplomacy!

by **Sterktheim** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:36 pm

Dai-Nippon Teikoku Rikugun

The General Staff of the 1st Air Fleet had delayed their deployment for a day in the interests of a nightly attack, giving them the cover of darkness to mask their fleet and landing craft. He was certain that the Taiwanese conscripts wouldn't be able to organize themselves in a day, much less their navy, which would require longer logistical supply lines in order to keep a steady flow of oil. Japanese intelligence in the area hadn't reported any major movements by their fleets within the span of a day, but intelligence could experience a dilation of at least an hour. Members of the Kempeitai, observing the East Chinese Sea that separated Yonaguni and Taiwan. The vast mountain ranges of Taiwan were visible to the naked eye, and the farthest miles of Spain's oceanic territory were observable from the farthest coast of Yonaguni through stationary telescope. Members of the Kempeitai watched this position endlessly, especially the positions in which their aquatic forces would land. They eyed a number of in-land flowing rivers that connected to the sea, optimal spots to place their river gunboats and aquatic landing craft.

The mobile unit had mobilized in a matter of days, but final preparations for landings would cease in the following hours. Members of the Imperial Japanese landing forces were primed by their commanders, chiefly among them, Rikugun Taisa Isoruko Kishi, venerated commander of the Mobile Unit's landing forces, as well as chief ground tactician in the mobile unit. Members of the Imperial Japanese Army looked up to this man, one of the only Japanese general to meet any form of success against the Russians during the Russo-Japanese War, as well as on-field commander of forces during the Sino-Japanese War. An experienced soldier, as well as a far-right statesman, he held measurable tons of sway with the Imperial Japanese Army's General Staff, and he exerted this sway to coerce them into adopting his landing strategy. Kishi acknowledged the fact that communication between armies was key during aquatic invasions, and proposed a series of telegraphed sabotages along the major highways of Taiwan in order to prevent ease of movement on the island.

The Imperial Japanese Army would face a strange scenario on this island, they were combating a force much larger than their own, but much more disorganized. To the surprise of the Imperial Japanese Army, the Russians had managed to pull their armies together in order to form one consolidated unit. Thankfully for the IJA, the Spanish didn't have nearly enough time to arm and train the Taiwanese population. A campaign of rapid demoralization would be required, as well as relentless and unforgiving attack. They would need to bottleneck Spanish forces into defensive positions and engage them in a stalemate in order to hold out for reinforcements, coming in the form of the Imperial Japanese Navy's 2nd Fleet, the 51st, and 19th Divisions. This would triple their strength in the island, provided that they were able to prevent a regrouping of Taiwanese forces in significant urban centers. If they failed, the Japanese would engage them in a war of attrition in order to keep every inch of ground they had gained, from the last centimeter of beach.

Kishi was not above the prospect of Scorched Earth tactics. If he destroyed the infrastructure of the country, the Taiwanese forces would be unable to efficiently operate in their spheres. If they stuck to coasts, supported by a number of rapid-response aquatic vehicles and the cover of naval bombardment, they would be able to circumvent their reliance on Taiwanese infrastructure, and instead rely directly on Japanese supply lines, chiefly coming from the South Island of mainland Japan. If worst came to worst, they would be able to deploy the full strength of the Japanese Combined Fleet and ask for assistance from their many allies- the British Empire and Argentinian Republic among them. Spain, with its clear lack of powerful allies, would surely be fighting the war as a mere formality until the Japanese completely controlled the island- deterring any foreign powers from entering a war that had already been won. Kishi had no doubts about the Mongolian's ability to deter forces in Tartary from attacking from the middle islands.

Kaigun Taishō Okada Keisuke looked over the inky black night that had settled comfortably over the two isles. Taiwan and Yonaguni's time zones were almost identical, with a slight dilation between the two. As the last bits of light faded from the eastern coast of Taiwan, waves began to stir underneath the boats of the Japanese 1st Air Fleet. The anchors were slowly being lifted in order to deploy the Japanese ships, which slowly funneled out to sea in their formations. Naval bombardment would commence immediately, as well as a campaign of air scouting missions. The Japanese Air Force, though minimal in presence, expected little anti-air capability from the Taiwanese forces- or at least, very few soldiers manning any emplacements that might have been hastily cobbled together by Spanish defenders. After all, they were practically invading in a Spanish blind spot, presuming that the Spanish fleet had deployed from Taipei or Taichung cities. Members of the Imperial Japanese Navy smirked at their strategic victory- clearly the Spanish admiralty was sub-par.

Okada leaned in tandem with the boat, quickly gaining his sea legs. His vast experience in the naval field made him an expert sailor, as well as an excellent commander, with prospects for statesmanship at the end of this Emperor's reign. But his future wasn't immediate, the invasion was. He'd make sure that he'd leave Taiwan firmly under Japanese control- perhaps gain a governorship on the island, and launch his political career from there. Japanese gunboats funneled from their mother ships, slowly firing up advancement flairs, partially revealing half of the approaching Japanese fleet. This was a deception tactic- if the enemy believed that the force was halved, they would fight with half the strength. The artillery boats came first, prepared to soften up Spanish defenses in preparation for Japanese Army landings.

The first shot would be fired well into the night- around midnight. The shell would strike the opposite shore of Taiwan, exploding violently. It sparked an uproar from proud Japanese sailors, who looked onward with pride. Japan would embody the ideals of Pan-Asia and form the Greater Co-Prosperity Sphere!

Tennouheika Banzai!

by **Bolovia** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:48 pm

January 15th, Coasts of Taiwan
Cpt. Rosas heard the loud roar from the distant sea. The night was still young but Rosas became worrisome about the origins of such a noise. He contacted Taichung Port immediately and requested for the rest of his navy to be dispatched. He know realized this was no test sent by High Command. Governor Espinoza had told the truth of an ultimatum. Details were vague, however, so to him the enemy was unknown all he knew was that hostilities were commencing.

The Battleships all withdrew to meet with the rest of the fleet which took them a span of 26 minutes. The entire fleet was regrouped. Cpt. Rosas kept at Bay in Taichung Port as he awaited for Espinoza to give orders. The Pacific Colonial force for the span of two weeks dug various trenches and built numerous earth work fortifications and sloppy concrete buildings as if they had rushed. Two weeks gave them more time to organize but not as much as they needed. The MG teams were set up awaiting a beach landing of any sorts. Batteries were set up along the coastline and mortar teams attempted to cover inland. The armored cars the Pacific Colonial Force did posses were deployed and the fighters awaited further instruction.

Cpt Rosas looked out on the deck into the dark sea through his binoculars. A man of 59 he still retained sharp senses, he peered out into the vast open sea. He spotted a dark figure moving across the water. He didn't know who it was but he readied his platforms and informed the fleet of the potential threat. It could've been just a merchant ship but Rosas was't taking any chances.

The land forces were semi-dug in but still continued to build more defenses. High Command set out a general defense strategy; allow the enemy to land in the killzones. The 3 MG regiments were set up along beaches that seemed perfect for landings, areas that seemed very appealing for ease of insertion. Next, communications. Many regiments and companies were stationed along bridges and phone lines, these were strategic priorities should Japanese forces pierce deep enough on the island. Next, major urban centers. These housed the soldiers and important command structures.

The Air Detachment on the island of 50 biplane fighters and 10 bombers were only briefed with interception missions or to slow down the Japanese advance. The airfield was well hidden within the jungles of Taiwan. The Provincial Command on the island ordered for the deployment of AA guns purchased from the Germans. They were placed at tactical junctions and tasked with covering the Batteries airspace.

The Pacific Fleet had their own set of orders from Rosas. His general strategy was to either prevent landing craft or harass beached forces. However, he knew his role would be more vital in this conflict. For now he waited for the enemy to make the first move. He was a tactician at making counter moves.

Meanwhile in...
The Indian Ocean
The force High Command sent 2 weeks ago bypassed the Suez after paying a heavy toll and sailed onward towards Taiwan. This massive voyage was 200,000 excluding the 50,000 Naval Infantry which carried their own craft. The reinforcement fleet carried 200,000 troops from the armed reserves, 30 transport craft, 2 Dreadnoughts, 8 light cruisers, 2 Battlecruisers, 6 gunboats, and 1 Pre-Dreandnought. This took away from Spain's Atlantic Fleet greatly but it was invested in a badly needed front. High Command debated whether or not to send more fighters but the debate was overturned. Yellow Journalism was high in Spain as the Press published a screened version of the Japanese letter and linked Japan to the assaults in Rio Muni and the bombing in Madrid. After two weeks of contested fighting in Rio Muni, it finally subsided as a string of minor victories and the bombing of two villages quashed the insurgency. This massive force that sailed to Taiwan was dubbed Army Group Pacific and was expected to reach Taiwan within the next week.

This Army Group had the purpose of potentially launching an invasion into Japan. This would strongly reinforce the Spanish Pacific Colonial Force. Army Group Pacific was headed by Spain's top General, Gen.Menendez himself. The war was not for Spain to retain control of Taiwan but to preserve whatever prestige is still could cling onto. In Spain's eyes it was still a Great Power to be reckoned with.

Gen.Menendez was on the port deck looking out to sea. The stars gleamed and breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and imagined victory. Opening them again a shooting star veered across his path. He smiled and was assured that victory would come to Spain. He had an important conference tomorrow with High Command. He knew High Command was just a cover-up to say that President Rivera himself was giving orders. Nonetheless, Menendez had complete faith in his dear leader.

Ministry of War and Defense, Spain
"Sir, with our current numbers in Taiwan it is hard to say whether or not we can defend ourselves from a Japanese attack. It is imminent and I am appalled at the rate of mobilization our Pacific Colonial Force has mobilized at. Governor Espinoza has failed us, he should be immediately removed an replaced utterly by General Menendez. I notion this.", Gen. Marsisco demanded.

"Our priority shouldn't be to remove an officer, we should focus on a general strategy because God knows we don't have one. We are simply blindly heading into war and this is shameful. Lets assess the situation shall we; Taiwan has a very mountainous terrain. Our men stationed in high altitudes which over look valleys and rivers. Our men are scattered but can provide significant resistance. Our batterie will no doubt be a nuisance to the Japanese landing parties. ", stated Gen.Marquez.

"Yes, but the Japanese forces are trained in the art of mountain warfare I mean their country is full of more treacherous terrain than Taiwan's. Army Group Pacific will be tasked with forcing the Japanese forces back to the beaches, as soon as they arrive we should have the ultimate advantage.", added Gen.Valejo.

Admiral Duque protested,
"Our navy shouldn't even allow Japanese landing crafts to reach the beaches in the first place. With our current naval fleet heading towards Taiwan we will no doubt be the strongest naval presence in all of the Pacific. Plus, our 50,000 elite Naval Infantry will show these Japanese professionals that they still have a lot more to learn in the art of war. The Naval Infantry will be the spearhead of our offensive to recapture the beachheads. (Scoffs) the Japanese will regret ever starting this war."

Rivera listened to his Generals he nodded in agreement and the meeting ended with his final orders and input.
"Gentlemen, our Air Force is heavily outclassed by our neighbors. If we are to secure victory we must establish air superiority. With the surplus we have I'm going to authorize the purchasing of 120 more aircraft and 60 bombers. It may take a couple months to expand our airforce but in the long run it will be beneficial.

It seems that the key to victory in the Pacific is the Navy. If we establish early naval supremacy and cripple the small Japanese detachment we can possibly pave the way to secure the southern Japanese islands and force a peace treaty of our terms on them. At this moment I have no reps to for the Japanese nation or people. I despise them, I foolishly believed they could be a potential partner in the Far East but it seems that they too wish to strip Spain of her colonies.

Army Group Pacific is to secure Taiwan first. Taichung seems like the fit port to land our forces. Once disembarked we'll immediately send them to the front. Alright gentlemen, I'm off to Parliament for my war speech. !Viva España! "
The men yelled !Viva España! As well.

10 minutes later...
Parliament Building, Madrid
Rivera arrived at the Parliament in his car. His chauffeur opened his doors and the Royal Guards swarmed Rivera. He gave salutes and walked up the wide stairs in from of Parliament. Two Guards opened the doors and Rivera briskly walked in. He walked through a massive corridor with marble pillars and flooring, at the end of the hall two more sets of door with Spanish flags set besides them. He enters through to a massive applause where all members looked at him and clapped. Rivera waved and saluted while walking to the podium. Upon arriving he gave more waves and smiles and saluted. He began;
Mi Compañeros,
As you may know the Japanese threaten Spain and her colonies with the looming facade of War! Japan demands that Spain cede the Taiwanese territory without a fight! How should we respond Mi compañeros?

The entire parliament clapped and screamed Guerra! Guerra! Guerra!.
We will not be bullied, our people's proud history knows war all to well. The Japanese have made a grave mistake for trying to pick on the proud Spanish people! As I speak our ships prow the waters, our airmen stalk the sky, and our soldiers make the earth and all the nations on it tremble. The power of our resolve will shake the very core of our neighbors and make them overcome with fear. We will force the Japanese to succumb to our military might, we will make them realize that if they mess with the bulk they will get the horns!

Once again the entire Parliament clapped and cheered, the General Chiefs of Staff stood up and applauded too. Rivera's voice was being broadcasted over the sound waves his voice was heard not only on the peninsula but the world.

Mi paìs, how should we respond to these Japanese aggressors?

Guerra! Guerra! Guerra!

My countrymen, then its war!
The entire Parliament erupted in a massive roar.

¡Viva España!

The entire nation, from Spain, to Cuba, to Rio Muni, to Taiwan, cried of war.

¡Viva España!

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