Punk War (See IC for signups)

[Benutanairan]

Johannes City (Imperial City)
It became apparent that the Black sea incident as it was called in europe begatt a series of skirmishes along the borders of the conflicting parties. There was hope the war would end in its infancy but the reports that kept coming from the embassy seemed bad. The Emperor suggested getting a line to the Krakkean embassy here in Johannes city. Meanwhile Dragonias highest military commanders were organizing a military parade as a force to show off to the world. As of now it remained neutral. However if war broke out it was not barbaric to foreignors. They would be escorted to the docks and granted escorted leave.

Zulu Reservation District 12, Oranje
District manager Patton upon hearing of the crisis in europe from his advisors began his drive to Oranje city to re-enlist in the military. In the military HQ of the city, he was greeted by many familiar faces of the officer corp that fought along side him in the 3rd zulu war. He was handed an updated version of the uniform and put on active status. He would be sent to training camp to garner back his skills he hasn't used in a few years.

Canton, Imperial China
Governor-General Darven of the Dragonian trade embassy was inspecting the Cantonian guard, the select few chinese allowed in the trade embassy. When he was informed of the Black sea crisis by one of the african servants he had brought along. He wanted more info but had to go to a meeting with the chinese representative to cantons trade embassies. The man was short and very cold albiet he had an expression of worry on his face. He had a right to be worried after all rumors spread quick throughout the Empire of peasants gathering at strongholds in the west. Ofcourse his worries were taken away after lunch.

Delhervis, Mughalia
The Governor General sat worried in the Mughal palace about potential republican rebellions in his realm, rebellions to his Northern neighbor china, and in the east to europe concerning a potential world war. However for now they just called it the Black sea war. Meanwhile among the mass of mughalians Private Gandhi stood gathering potential recruits to serve in the military. He was heavily patriotic as celebrations were all over the place seeing as this probably was the last time families might see of each other before heading to europe.

[Wirbel]

Anchorage, Alaska

Many oil refineries where springing up and large airships where being built to carry the oil over vast distances over land. Airships where choosen because of how slippery and unsafe travel over land was. Houses sprang up in Anchorage and even larger airships where built for war. These airships would carry fighter aircraft and drop bombs all over the place when used in war. As the oil refineries sucked the oil out of the Earth, alternate sources of electricity where being used (since the oil was going into fuel.) Many other airships where flying over the North Pole to trade with Krakke in Germany. Why not straight to Krakke? Because of Romericate, a country which was not so friendly with Wirbel. Most airships where going by Hydrogen, but a new gas was being discovered in Wirbel's sprawling oil refineries. Helium. Helium wasn't as light as hydrogen, but it didn't burn, making it great for airships that might be soon going to war. Helium was not completely known yet to the public, so it wasn't really used in any airships.

Speaking of Chemistry, scientists in Anchorage where also working on some other, heavier (but still gaseous) chemicals. War was on the horizon, so they where manufacturing poison gases.

[Greater Canadian Dominions]

Palace Hotel Tornto, Greater Canada
Chancellor Hale walk in to the Ballroom it was a long two story room at it's centre sat long table. When Grovernment and Military official who sat table noticed the Chancellor they all stoud. The Supreme Chancellor took seat at the head of table, the officials followed suit. "I bring this meeting to order" spoke Hale clamly "First order is the matter of this War that is sweeping the Globe and there threat that it poses to our neutral and great Country,
Mister Marston-Wiltlow I call you to speak"
A rotund flushed-faced middel-aged man sporting an imperial moustache stoud up "We must further isolate our selves to protect the Country from the war and when the waring nation exhaust their reasouces and their economies fail because of it we will emerge unscathed"
"All in agrement?" Spoke the Supreme Chancellor
A chours of "Hear, hear" folloed Marston-Wiltlow's Statement
"And What of the vessels that enter our airspace and waters? General Pompidou" spoke Hale
General Pompidou stoud, he was a thin elderly man in grand-look Military uniform "I preposes a zero-tolerance policy for volation by eithar Central Pact or Grand Alliance aehocraft and veessals"said the General with his french-canadian accent.
"A zero-tolerance policy will get us draged in to this war General Pompidou! You realize don't you?" shouted at flustered man at the end of the table
"Mister Duncan, I understand your concern, but your outbust is not acceptable" said the General

[Wirbel]

Fairbanks Aerodrome, Alaska (Aerodrome Made Up)

"Yukon is open," said Friedrich II. "We could expand into the Yukon."

"I like the idea. It doesn't look like anyone lives there... this should be a peaceful takeover," said General Breisacher.

The forces of the Holy Empire of Wirbel sent several airships into the Yukon to explore. A few people where living there, but the Wirbels promised not to bother them and to leave their houses alone. A small town was built in the northwestern Yukon, near Alaska. It was called Eingefrorenberg and it was built on top of a mountain. A one mile long runway was set up and several airship fields and hangars were built.

The Yukon was supposed to also have gold, which would greatly increase the Holy Empire's wealth. Wirbel needed to build its massive air fleet because of the high chance of war in Europe.

Anchorage, Alaska

Everyday, Anchorage was becoming more of a giant metal industrial fortress. Diesel, coal, and Natural Gas where the main fuels. Dieselpunk was ruling everything. However, there was an introduction of steampunk in some areas, but diesel still ruled everything. The hint of steam was probably influenced from Krakke. All the gas being produced by the burning of Diesel was mainly being put into massive tanks where it was compressed and scientists tried to break it down to make new chemicals. There was a massive underground part of Anchorage, which was sometimes called Chemists' heaven. In Chemist's Heaven people were figuring out which compounds would do what. New more powerful fuels were being created and deadlier gases were being made for war. There was a massive aerodrome made specifically for Chemist's Heaven, where airships came in from all over Wirbel, dropping off waste chemicals so that they could be broken down and experimented with. All of this was paid for by a megacorporation that sold chemicals. Everyday many new useful compounds were discovered and the megacorporation sold them all in massive quantities.

The problem was that if there was war, and Anchorage was bombed or shelled until Chemist's Heaven was destroyed, all of Alaska and part of the Yukon would become a barren, toxic, wasteland.

[Benutanairan]

New Krakkopolis, Dragonian Embassy
Many in the Dragonian embassy worried about the potential of the capital being bombed. Officially Dragonia had only made preperations and began heavy militarization. All across the world they watched and listened about any news of the 2nd Black Sea war, once a crisis it was now a full blown war. The Ambassador to Krakke Duke Ferrev Greshik stood tense, his african servant bringing him tea. There was talk of him meeting with the High commissar but that was only a hope. No one had seen such a furied war since the original Black sea war. He turned on the radio listening to music waiting for the word to come out.

Baluchistan occupation
For a long time Mughalians looked at Baluchistan with hungry eyes. It was in choas ever since the death of the shah decades ago. Now it was nothing but a tribal confederacy with a strong military. As Mughalian infantry marched into the borders, generation 5 robotics were being tested. They tore the enemy army apart. Within hours most of the country fell back. Other than the capital in which a siege battle would have to take place. Their were clamors of occupying afghanistan however it was noted that the afghanis had a reputation for destroying empires.

[Krakke]

Krakke-Aurelia Border, Mykolaiv on Dniester, 10:15 AM Central Krakkian Time

Luftkapitän Walthers could hear the horrified screams as the liquid death coated his ship. He sat down in his command chair, his orders to evacuate the ship still ringing across the radio speakers.
The ship started to tip nose-down, its propellers finally jamming under the strain of the mucous strands corroding the metal.
Walthers took a deep breath, sending a prayer to God that his family would be cared for, and took off his peaked cap, setting it in his lap.
He could see the ground now from the bridge windows, the biological plague that was destroying the land, and the soldiers being slaughtered by fast-moving shapes.
The Luftkapitän pressed the transmit button on the radio, broadcasting to any receivers that were still in range. His voice was clear, collected. The voice of a dead man.
The ground rose to meet his ship.
"This is Luftkapitän Leo Walthers, of the ship D-7. I commend my soul, and the souls of the men under my command, to God and to the Commissar. Krakke will prevail. It may not be today, or tomorrow. but by God himse-"
The nose of the ship struck the ground, tearing the skin of the blimp and struck a spark.
The Hydrogen-Oxygen combination inside the blimp ignited, sucking in all the air around it as the fire greedily consumed the aircraft in a gigantic implosion. One hundred and ten lives, snuffed out in less than five seconds.
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Rivitz saw a man fall on his face, one of the leering she-devils tearing fist-sized holes out of his back as he writhed in pain. He looked up to see another clawing at his face, steam curling off his skin as dark liquid ate greedily at his flesh.
Rivitz ducked as one of the female things slashed at his head, raising up his bolt action and drove the bayonet into its sternum. Pinning it to the ground, the Kapitän fired, then withdrew the gun from its chest, just in time to parry another demon's taloned hand.
A huge explosion knocked Rivitz prone, hellish heat licking the back of his exposed neck.
The veteran rolled over, seeing one of the Dirigibles finish crashing into the ground, its explosion leaving a huge plume of smoke.
By chance, the fire caught one of the towers on fire, its fleshy walls seared by the backwash of flame.
The Kapitän rose, chambered a round, and shot a she-demon that was bent over a dying soldier, and heard the whistling sound of dropping bombs.
The other dirigibles, those not caught in the purple goo that was fired at them, opened the bay doors on their undersides, and began their contribution to the fight. Descending lower, some of the less-experienced pilots began to come into range of the towers.

[Krakke]

New Krakkopolis, Central Krakke, 10:22 AM Central Krakkian Time

Informationen-Offizier Karl Heiml walked past the execution block, flinching slightly as shots rang out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a family of five fall to the ground, the two parents and three children squirming in their final moments. Executions were a daily occurrence, if not for any actual purpose other than to silence any ideas of escape or treason.
Heiml reached his destination, and entered the Dragonian Embassy.
Walking up to the receptionist, he smiled and explained that he was to meet the ambassador to set up a meeting with the High Commissar. The receptionist indicated where the ambassador was located, signing Heiml in as a visitor and giving him a pass to the ambassadors office.
Heiml made his way through the embassy, reaching the office door.
Stopping just outside, he knocked.

[The Corona]

"It seems that the rest of the world is readying for war. Perhaps we should design some sort of line of trenches and artillery guns. Yes, wonderful. Relay that to the Generals!" Grand Crusader Tiberius said to his communications officer. He then prepared for his public speech. Dressed in full military uniform, this was not a speech to create support or the such. No, that he already had. This was a speech to create zealotry, nationalism and, most importantly, hate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will not lie. We have few, if any, allies in this world. But that is not as bad as you would think. Without allies, we will not be weighed down by weaknesses not our own. We will not be dragged into conflicts we have no interests in. We need not worry about invaders, as those who would invade us would be signing a death warrant. We have such heavily armored machines that the sheer amount of bullets that would be required to kill them could fill a small lake. We have machines that can appear, without warning, behind the enemy and begin firing their cannons at the enemies exposed backside. We have machines that spew such fire that Corona himself would approve. We shall survive any attack, and return it tenfold." He then went back to his Command Center to deal with other, less interesting, issues.

Meanwhile at the borders of the Coronian Empire, a new construction project was underway. Project MOAT.

[Boriem]

IRONFIST REPUBLICS

The House of Iron has passed a decision to reinforce the eastern borders of the IR, and so, the Republics of Henriksfjord and Gunvaldsrepublik(The only two Republics which use the old language.) are to be staging points, and the border armed to face nay threat of invasion from the east.

Meanwhile, in the south, the Republic of Urz is reinforced to prevent any threat of invasion by southern foes.

To cope with the threats on nearly every border, propaganda posters are placed on every corner:



Colonization is also encouraged in Nyu Arkha, with the areas to the west of Unyru Colony(Missisipi.) being colonized rather heavily.

(OOC: From now on, I'll probably be listing place names as translated Biosprech/Fusionsprech, with a note as to the area I'm referring to.)

[Benutanairan]

OOC: how nice of you Boriem to mention our apartheidic slavery system.

[Jaggerlonia]

Hamburg, Central Alliance Hall

With issues in the Caspian causing Coal production to falter, the Kaiser of the Confederation sends his diplomats to all Central Alliance members for an important meeting. "Mein Kaiser" says Chancellor Kritzkrieg, "I do not understand, why are we calling our allies? We have enough men to contain the Native insurgency and to invade Bohemia" the Chancellor continued to say. The Kaiser turned around and looked the Chancellor dead in the eyes. He stared into his eyes for about a minute before saying "This has nothing to do with our colonies or Bohemia."

The Chancellor looked supriesed and asked "Then why are we having this meeting?", The Kaiser turned to the Chancellor again and simply said "France". 'France?" asked the Chancellor, "Yes!" the Kaiser shouted in Joy. "There are massive deposits of untouched resources in France!" the Kaiser continued "With these resources, the Central Alliance will be able to continue its way of life and craft the weapons we need to claim more!". "More what?" asked the Chancellor, "Heh" laughed the Kaiser "You'll find out when the Central Members arrive, then I'll tell you..." the Kaiser said in a soft yet sinister voice.

[Benutanairan]

New Krakkopolis, Dragonian Embassy
The receptionist informed Duke Ferrev Greshik the Dragonian Ambassador that a man by the name of Karl Heiml one of the Krakkean's (Informationen-Offizier) was on his way up. His african slave Augustus gets tea and some finger foods ready for the man. The slave opens the door and pulls up a chair to the great wooden desk. He welcomed in the man with a traditional Dragonian hello that stemmed from the dutch, british, and french cultural ancestry.

[Krakke]

New Krakkopolis, Central Krakke, 10:26 AM Central Krakkian Time

Heiml entered the room, removing his peaked cap as he sat at the desk, his drab uniform contrasting with the room. The lapel colors signified his rank in the Krakkian Office of Intelligence as a Oberkommandant. Accepting a small teacup from the afrikaner with a smile, taking a sip and placing it on the table. Drawing a folder and pen from the folds of his greatcoat, he placed it next to the cup, leafing through it until he came to what he was looking for.
"Hallo, Duke Greshik. I have been informed that you have wished to meet our esteemed High Commissar sometime today. I am afraid to say that he is not available at the moment, due to orchestrating the war effort down south. I have been authorized to discuss matters instead. Of course, if you wish to still talk to him, you can wait until he is not busy, but that is not scheduled for some time. I apologize if this hinders your plans in any way."

[Alimeria II]

Helsinki, Alimeria
Ahti was stressed over the attack on his ally, Aurelia. He had already decided what he needed to do. He just needed to say the order, and the troops would be marching.
Commissioner Alvar Heikki walked to the Ahti's Chamber and knocked on the door. He was let in and he put his green peaked hat the table. “Sir, what is it you wanted me for?” he asked.
“Mobilize the Men to Krakke. If they want to attack our allies, then we'll attack them.” Ahti said. “Also, if you see Kalashnikov tell him that we don't need his gun.”
“Ye...yes, sir.” He then grabbed his cap, saluted, and left to give out the order.

[Krakke]

Konnorstadt, North Krakke, 11:00 AM Central Krakkian Time

Radio-Offizier Thale Kyrzn flipped a few pages of his alternate history book, wondering if the old nation of America hadn't fallen apart after their War of Secession would really be as strong as it was described, when a radio communication caused him to sit up and pay attention.
"...Menian troops mobili...d...Destinat...North Krak...Obilize defense troops, orde....to repel enemy invasion... Confirm understanding, over?"
Kyrzn blinked, and grabbed ahold of the radio mic.
"Repeat last transmission. Over."
"Mobilize defense troops, Invasion imminent. Reinforcements are being directed from western Krakke and are expected to arrive within a day. Over."
Thale swallowed, and radioed back his confirmation. Jumping up, his book forgotten, Kyrzn ran to the Kolonel's office.
The news must be known.

[Benutanairan]

The surrender of Baluchistan & the Burmese-vietnamese union
In a few short hours the capital of the Baluchi confederacy fell news from the Burmese-vietnamese union was much happier. Knowing the mughalians were capable of overpowering the the union. Instead they offered their services to the Governor-General as a protectorate-dominion.
New Krakkopolis, Dragonian embassy
Ambassador Duke Greshik upon hearing the high commissar was not available decided to say this " Well then I have a plan for this war Oberkommandant. You know in my homeland and our dominion of Mughalia people are calling it the 2nd black sea war but we've noted from our spies this is turning into a great war." he says with emphasis " Now our dominion of Mughalia have finished stomping of baluchistan, and forcing burma, vietnam, cambodia, and loas into our dominion. They've offered their services in dealing with this war. Meanwhile our forces are massing on china to supress a republican rebellion of the likes we haven't seen in 200 years"

[Jaggerlonia]

Near the Aurelian-Confederation border, Confederation controlled Armenia

Civilians looked across the border as Aurelian troops and members of the Central Alliances were fighting in massives fire fights. Of course being a member of the Central Alliance, the Confederation was too occupied with invading Bohemia they had forgotten fighting against the Grand Alliance states. The Confederation and the Kaiser knew that Aurelia would attack the Caspian and Aral Colonies and the added fact that most of the Confederation Army was serving in Bohemia would make this defense much more harder.

Neverless the Confederation will stop its war in Bohemia and will send aid to help the Confederations Allies in the Black Sea region.

[Tuthina]

Krakke-Aurelia Border, Mykolaiv on Dniester

As the corrupted dirigible crashed and burnt on the ground, several critter-like fleshes lumped towards the wreckage, perhaps in search of any surviving humans within, but with no avail. As the fire consumed one of the flesh towers, the heat and flame quickly burnt it into a cinder black, as sounds of sparks and demonic cries can be heard through the field when it collapsed into a pile of charcoal. However, the fire did not spread through the field like a wild fire in a forest. Instead, it slowly turned into a lowly flame, almost invisible on the ground due to all the mucus covering the ground. The smoke was black, even compared to other wreckages they had seen, and had a nauseating smell blowing towards the Krakke men by the wind. IT was worse than burnt bodies, worse than any industrial smog. It was like the epitome of every horrible smell, and its taste itself could knock off people without protection or experience in this.

While the female humanoids assaulted the Krakke troops, they were shot, mowed, and stabbed down relatively easy as they lacked any protection, even though they had fearsome appearance, demonic cries, and the inability to fear, retreat, or cry in pain or terror – or at least, their voices were so twisted that they could no longer be separated. At the same time, the gigantic beasts that walked the biofilm turned their rhino-like heads towards the invading army. Their cries were deeper and louder, but still something that were not meant to exist and walk the surface of Earth. After a short assisted run, they started charging towards the Krakke troops – as well as anything that caught in between. Although they could not turn sharply to chase off evaded men, the sheer momentum and toughness of them were enough to crush everything despite being exposed to all the bullets flying towards them.

As the bombs fell from the dirigibles, the remaining flesh towers continued their firing towards the airfleet, trying to cover them in another bigger and thicker mist. It seemed that the corrupting effect was not limited to machines, but bombs as well, as several bombs that got caught in the thickest part exploded mid-air, dispersing the mist even more, and prevent them from further damaging the biofilm. However, for the bombs that went off on ground, explosions managed to drive the mucus and biofilm away, exposing the surface below. It was a dark, lifeless barren soil, devoid of any life form even without any detailed examinations.

[Jaggerlonia]

Off the Holstein Coast, North Konigsberg

Aiding their Allies during this war, The Confederation places a large portion of its navy off the Holstein coast in an attempt to stop Alimeria's navy from leaving the Baltic Sea and entering the North Sea.

Admiral Albertch Heinz stands on the bow of the Super Massive Drednought and looks around the area. "Excellent!" The Admiral states with a heartly laugh, "Our navy has formed an impregnable barrier from the North of Konigsberg to the various Danish islands!" he continues while still laughing. As a massive line of ships defend the only exit our of the Baltic Sea, a massive fleet of Jet Powered Zepplins glide across the sky ready to strike the ports of Alimeria.

"Remember men!" Shouted Admiral Heinz, "We must not let the Alimerian ships leave the Baltic! They will not make it through our line of Steel!"

[Benutanairan]

Port Jorkenia. Dragonia
The famed luxury ship Lusitania sat anchored in one of Dragonias biggest ports. Many wealthy, nobles, and even middle class people vied for a chance to be on the ship. The Emperors son Prince valkarius intended on going on the ship despite warnings set up by the Worldwide naval committe about war on the horizon. The band played as the guest arrived one by one. The first major destination was Rio de janeiro of the Brazilian empire before heading to the land once called America. The captain looked on smiling just as an african slave brought him lunch.

[Fanaglia]

For the last century, the Hesperian Empire, the land of the setting sun, proudly guarded both sides of the great gate to the Atlantic, the Pillars of Hercules, the Strait of Gibraltar. The second of May, 1808, marked the rise of the Spanish people against the Charlatan king, Joseph Bonaparte, and his brother, Napoleon. With the aide of the British, King Ferdinand VII, recently returned from exile under condition of accepting a new Spanish Constitution, forced the French from Spanish and Portuguese soil and reclaimed the entire Iberian Peninsula for his own.

His reign was short, however; while addressing a crowd in Madrid in 1818, he was assassinated by a Mexican rebel for not having kept his word and declaring the Constitution of 1812 illegal for not having been drafted properly. He left behind his second wife, Maria Isabel, who was with child at the time of his death. On the twenty-sixth of December that same year, she gave birth to his baby girl, Sofia Luisa, who later became the new queen of Spain.

During Maria Isabel's regency, she adopted a revised version of the Constitution of 1812, declaring Sofia Luisa to be the last hereditary Spanish monarch, and turning control of the American territories over to their newly-formed governments, provided open trade with Spain be allowed to continue.

In 1830, Sultan Mohammed IV of Morocco declared war against Spain over a dispute regarding the borders of the Spanish exclave, Cueta. Maria Isabel offered a treaty of peace after a victory at Tétouan, but Mohammed found the terms unacceptable. Unfortunately for him, however, the Moroccan people had grown tired of war and saw little chance of victory against the great Spanish navy, especially with their forces no longer divided to protect their American colonies, and so revolted against their Sultan. By 1834, Mohammed IV had disappeared into the desert, never to be heard from again, and the people of Morocco extended a hand of friendship to the queen regent of Spain. On the fifteenth of September, 1835, the Rabat-Madrid Declaration was signed, declaring one new nation, the Hesperian Empire, with Sofia Luisa their new empress.

Control of the Strait of Gibraltar, as well as the annexed Libyan port of Tripoli (and the oil that flowed through it), had brought incredible wealth and prosperity to the people of the Hesperian Empire over the next century. With stories of horrendous creatures devouring the countryside near the Black Sea, however, and now reports of all-out war between Krakke and Aurelia reaching the desk of Emperor Emilio II, threatened to take that relative peace and calm away. Emilio, no fool, recognizing the vulnerability to attack lent to him by his nation's strategic location, had been quietly strengthening his army, navy, and his new air force. The border with France was mined, trenched, and fortified with machine gun nests and tanks, dirigibles, and Sopwith planes on standby. The coastlines were likewise mined and patrolled by sea and air ships. It was in the Empire's best interest, he felt, not to get involved, but they would be ready nonetheless. He feared that at any moment, he would receive a telegram whose reply could mean the fate of the Empire's neutrality.

[Glaswegistan]

The assembley of Generals did not seem concerned, given the ramifications of what was being proposed by their Tsar, but then they could hardly go against the will of Gods representative on Earth. The meeting went on for some time, the Generals occasionally voicing concern about one thing or another, the Admirals assuring the Tsar that the Air navy and the Navy proper could easily defeat any opposition.

Eventually the Generals left the palace and the Admirals headed to the docks. In Storage warehouses throughout Vladivostok, armies of Chesy-Kazaks underwent inspection, drydocked Dreadnaughts were upgraded with anything of use and airships were brought down for inspection and refit.

A storm was coming in the wider world, a Storm the Tsar would rather avoid entry into.

For now; the Islands of Japan would suffice.

[Neu Szinkaustjan]

Greater Germany lay in ruins after the plague of war. And somewhere along the line a deviation in time had taken place. A German empire would emerge out of the devastation, but not until several decades later and it would never look quite the same again.
But a fragment of the chaos continued to survive in old Germany, and from this discord a new power was to be born. Amongst the violent clashes between the politics of old a group of individuals with ideas previously unheard of rose above the remnant conflicts of the crumbling past and asserted their dominance through brutality, irrespective of opinion or morality. It was not long before southern Germany and Austria somehow found themselves to be a "republic" (in name, at least) under the rule of "Die Vereinigte Front von Syndikalisten und Technokraten". Although very little was actually known about these shadowy figures everyone was soon well aware of what their agenda was. True progression could only be achieved through the application of new machinery and technology in nearly every aspect of daily life. The human body was no exception. The emergence of the "motor-volk", those who were half-machine and half-flesh, was heralded as the beginning of a new age. Indeed much had been rebuilt in the skeletal remains of the old and production soared. But one could not help feel there was something implicitly sinister about the whole affair.

Mechanical bodily modification was voluntary at first, with substantial state-granted benefits if you chose to do so. As such many of whom were poverty-stricken and had little else to turn to quickly signed up. But eventually it became compulsory. Those who protested were put through the most thorough of conversion or experimented on and sentenced to a lifetime of carrying out menial tasks in an act of humiliation. Dissidence was nowhere to be seen. As the technology grew more complex the procedures became more horrific and fatal. Slowly it seemed that a piece of humanity was lost each time machinery replaced a part of the body. It was evident the "motor-volk" lost their sense of compassion and individuality. They were still living.. but they were not quite human either. Everything simply became a cog within a collective machine. Industrialisation, factories and zeppelins came to replace the scenic views of Bavaria. Thick smog and pollution blocked out the sky. It was all tainted, with the exception of The Citadel. Its monolithic structures and towers remained pristine nestled neatly amongst the lush green of its gardens. Nothing was ever seen leaving or entering it. Yet this was supposed to be where all the decisions were made by The Party. What happened there? Nobody knew, and it was likely nobody would ever know.

The new "Republic" and its "People" ran themselves. Molten steel and iron was its blood. The beating of hammer against metal was its pulse. Armour plating was its skin. Everything ran with precision and in unison.

But distant echoes of trouble could be heard. It seemed that the great beast of Europe had stirred from its slumber and lusted for war once more. The black gold flowing through the veins of the republic was running dry and other nations were keeping it for themselves or were ignorant of it, relying on their primitive forms of technology. Sides would need to be chosen eventually.

Besides, the world could be doing with a few thousand or more additions to the motor-volk.

[The Fictish Interventional Army]

Bar Harbour, New Maine, Romericate

Out from between the battleships, a beautiful ocean liner appeared. Almost twice as large as the battleships, it was decorated soaring silver colonnades that seemed to be on fire when the sunlight shone on them. It bore bright reds, golds, silvers, and blues-the colours of the Romericate flag.

As it slowly cruised into the harbour, metallic decorations on the ship flickered like huge, brilliant lights. Excited tourists were overjoyed at the sight of the tickets they held in their hands. For it meant they were going to sale on the largest, most luxurious ocean liner of them all: The Lusitania.

[Alimeria II]

Saint Petersburg, Alimeria
Veli Jokela hadn't join the Army to fight, he joined because he thought he wouldn't be able to get into any other job. Yet somehow he found himself with a Rucksack and a Lee-Enfield in the Military port of Alimeria. As he step aboard the HMS Ajatar, he thought to himself this might be the last time he saw his Homeland.
“Men, feel free to congratulate yourselves on being the first soldiers sent to Alimeria's first war.” Commissioner Alvar Heikki said on board the HMS Ajatar. “So try not to make us lose this war. Or else when future generations hear your name, their blood will boil.”
The ship then started to move, slowly at first. It wasn't alone, as other transport ships moved along with it, all guarded by several battleships. They do not know of the Konigsberg blockade yet, and so they did not know of the danger they were entering.