Confederate States of America
Deorum in meridie Imperator Mundi caput erigere ad opus, quod factum est ad Lee praeses Confoederationis!
Leesburg
July 12th,1936 The rows of black limousines halted just short of the Presidential Palace's front gates,with the hot Georgian sun beating down on the several people already shiny with sweaty heads as they rushed inside to the cool relief of air conditioning in the building. As the general's hats were taken from them by the city workers with darker skin tones than the usual people that embraced the military high command,The President of the Confederacy, Vito Scalleta had seen the entire endeavor unfold from the wide windows in his front office, none of the little dark corner room that the acting president had to sit in,no, he was in the big boy command chair. As the doorknob turned, the president's body followed suit in the swivel chair to face the now opened door with several generals and an admiral entering the room. Standing up, he shook each one of their hands with a smile,having them introduce themselves to him.
"President Vito,General Samson Jackson of the First Armored Division."
"President Vito, General Melda Jasper Jr. of the First Mississippi army."
"President Vito, General Carleton Hughes of the First Alabaman Army."
"President Vito, General Tyler Rodgers of the First Georgian Army."
"President Vito, I am Admiral of the Confederate Fleet Grant Mitchell Walburton, filling in for Admiral of the Confederate Fleet Patrick Mitchell Walburton,who suffered a stroke last night and is in critical condition for all I know."
"That's... too bad that he could not come, inform Pat of my deepest regards and hope for a quick recovery."
"Yes sir."
With a firm shake of the hand and smile, the military commanders took their seats as the meeting began.
"Now then, The Invasion of Florida has yielded us the capture of Jacksonville,and yet I understand there have been...
delays in the second offensive?"
The Alabaman military commander began to break out in a cold sweat as Scalleta slowly pulled something from his pocket.
"Y...Yes,we have had trouble procuring the necessary resource-"
A gunshot rang out as General Hughes dropped onto the oak table,a bullet hole in his head.
"Failure or sloppiness is unacceptable, I want results, not excuses..." He then took a look around the room and then pointed at Jasper. "You are now in command of the Alabaman Army, prepare for the offensive in 48 hours. I trust you are up to the challenge,you would not want to end up like your predecessor,now,would you?"
"Y...Yes,President." With a curt nod, the meeting continued.
"Now with that sorted out,General Tyler Rodgers,you have a report from The Carolinan Boarder?"
"Yes sir, a declaration of war has arrived from them, and our soldiers already on there, the few that there are report troop movement along the lines."
Vito took a deep breath and sighed.
"Do you have any indication or idea that they might launch a sudden assault on our boarder forces, which are already stretched thin?"
"I cannot tell for certain sir, but it appears that at the moment we are safe."
"The moment, we have no idea how long the moment may be, it could be three months, it could be tomorrow! I would rather not look like a fool,but I also love being a gambler. If we can quickly take Florida with our armored units, set up the puppet government then drive them back up north-"
"Why not just occupy Florida entirely?"
"Because that requires time and resources I am not willing for the Confederacy to spend,my decision is final. The Armored group, the thousand sailors and a third six thousand strong force will be all the Confederacy will spend on the Southern campaign, and I want that assault in action now, this meeting is dismissed."
"Yes sir."
JacksonvilleAdmiral Carles Montey felt as if his sea legs were failing him as he made contact with the dry land. The Confederate "marines" had suffered some casualties in the landings,and there were lessons to be learned no doubt from the little scuffle,but as long as he was inside a warm building with the fan blowing on top of them from the ceiling, he wouldn't mind. An iced coffee would also fit the spot of his speech quite perfectly as well.
He then realized that with him was the phone that he tapped into to contact General Kimball.
"General of the Confederate Army Custer Kimball speaking."
"I'm pleased to say that this operation's going well so far, we've managed to take the town of Jacksonville, how goes the other offensives, like the one with thousands of men that are supposed to meet up with us?"
There was a long pause and shouting on the other end before Kimball's voice returned to Montey's ears.
"I'm sorry to say this, but they have barely begun to prepare the forces, so you are on you're on for no-"
"On my own? on my fucking own?! I have less than fifteen hundred men and you expect me to be on my fucking own?!"
"Now, Montey, I'm sure we can send in a cargo sh-"
"Cargo ships are meaningless when there's that damn blockade preventing supplies from coming in, i have to have the men ration out the supplies and even begin to ransack the civilian's homes for supplies, that's fucking ridiculous!"
"You're the naval admiral, have the fleet do something."
"I can't with that blockade out, and if we do engage the enemy forces, we'l lose most of our naval forces in some fruitless battle, I need them to be saved over here."
"What of the poor people of the confederacy that will starve without the imports from our allie-"
"Two things, the confederate people will manage on their own, and who the fuck would want to trade with a bunch of nut jobs like us?!" "Well I'm s-" Before Kimball could get another word in, Montey slammed down the receiver violently,much to the shock of the sailor with a gun that was in the room with him standing guard.
"To Hell with the fucker sitting comfortably in his command chair while I do the dirty work, inform the men of equal compensation and trade, we are not to loot these people,we are merely going to make ends meet with what they have."
Sir, what of the two 37mm cannons we found that were part of their defenses?"
Montey's face lit up.
"Use them."
Mobile67 year old elderly woman Lora Potters stood on the train platform with her several dozen comrades in arms as they stood around with her on the thin piece of pedestrian real-estate, hungry for the train to arrive. As big as the group of three hundred people were, they all had two things in common, they hated the new music and had bad teeth or poor eyesight between all of them, and they were to become part of Vito's latest request, the conscription of elderly people into their own separate units,barring of how many grandchildren they were waiting on back home. The shrill whistle blew after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for the latest transport to the training yard where they were to be given rifles, introduced to their fellow comrades and prepare the crops needed for the food production. These elderly people would train up to the recruiting place near Grove Hill, from there it would be another long train ride to whichever unit picked them for their spot.
As the mob of people settled down into the cramped and overfilled seats, Potters lifted up her bag on the small table that had already been cramped with a walking cane from another man and three pairs of dentures colored in red, white and blue. Lora decided to start a conversation rather than sit in silence on board the train.
"I guess you could say you're patriotically old fashioned?" The elderly snoring person next to her jerked awake.
"You'll never take me alive you commie bastar-huh? Oh, howdy ma'm Chucket Matterson from Clayton,Barbor,what do I have the pleasure of the sudden wake up call."
"Sorry, I just wanted someone to talk to,the names Lora Potters from Brewton,Escambia."
Matterson's unibrow widened along with the grin of surprise on his face.
"Oh, from the deep south I presume, when you're that far down there, I suspect you speak spanish."
"No, I know not a word of that taco speak."
"That's quite an amazin co'incidence, because mah son murdered a cuban immigrant last week, the judge agreed to drop the charges of one year in prison if I volunteered, and here I am."
With that uncomfortable image in her head, she stopped talking and stared out at the window,the world now a blur of passing trees and the faint bottom of the railroad tracks as the train made it's way along.
Hangar 3 of the Key Field Confederate Air Force BaseOfficer-von-Captain Sam Avanti stared up at the looming airship, the
CSS Mobile that greeted him, it's confines barely held together as it lightly hovered inches above the roof of the hangar. He was awestruck by the sheer size of such a monstrosity.
A woman who's face was covered in engine fluid nudged his shoulder, bringing him out of the fantasy.
"First time seeing one of these?"
"Oh no, I was a veteran of the war, I fought above Britain and tried to shoot one of these bastards down myself, only to nearly die in the making, it's a damn miracle I survived that day, now I'm going to be riding on one of these with several other men."
The woman gave a look before laughing with an ending "Well, have fun then."
With a sigh, he walked over to the two hundred men that had gathered in the small room.
"Greetings gentlemen, I have handpicked you for this assignment. We are to pilot this craft all the way to Arizona, where we shall set it down and assist in the defense of Phoenix on behalf of the Arizonans. These hundred odd souls shall travel great distances and go very far. Now the main thing is we are to fly at a height of 22,000 feet using our six engines that will make us go at 41 knots,which will mean we shall arrive in Arizona in due time to assist out the allied forces whether they asked for it or not. Everyone on board and load your rifles up, it's going to be a long flight."
With that, the meeting ended as each person got on board the airship and after several minutes guiding the craft out of the hangar, they launched off into the skies above the clouds, setting a course for the west and Arizona.
Confederate-Floridian BoarderNear Tallahassee Gunner Patt Richardson comfortably loaded into the machine that was the
Iron Bessy, the caring nickname for the M2 Carter tank that they were using. It's 4.7 inch former destroyer cannon snugly in the armored turret with the machine gun poking out on the side of it. As the machine idled with the fumes escaping from the small exhaust ports on the back of the big machine, Richardson stared at Driver Mathew Samson before giving him a curt nod. With that authorization, the tank lurched forwards alongside several of it's brethren as they made their way into Florida.
"You'd think there'd be more resistance,I hear the invasion in Jacksonville went swimmingly." Richardson began.
"Just another excuse for the damn navy to say that they're not worthless,those fuckers. They're sending a thousand odd sailors with guns, you hear that, sailors with fucking guns, no, not even marines, marines are too good, just have seasick men operate fire arms, I'd say the navy was running out of integrity, but that would need to mean they had some in the first place,hah!"
"Well, they're part of the same national allegiance, so we should just wish them luck and get started on our endeavors."
A knock on the tank side brought the hatch open to see a soldier staring down into the hole.
"Tankers, the assault begins now, to your posts and roll over the boarder, for The Leetherland and Vito!"
With a sigh, the two men got into position as the tank rolled over the boarder with speed,joining in the assault with the company of armored monsters that was marching with their tracks on the ground.
Confederate High Council Prison
Parchman, MississippiGeneral Hart Garfield could barely hold back the tears that were covered behind his blindfold. He had been impossibly loyal to Papa Lee and he had bickered and argued with both new leaders for the short time they had met him in the general assemblies as the leader of the Shoe Shiner's bloc. Now his crimes had caught up with him and was now facing a firing squad of thirty five soldiers bristling with rifles. If he could see them he would commend them for their bravery in killing unarmed men and the general massacre of Friday night,but now the information would die with him.
"Generals Hart Garfield,Tyler Robinson, Rex Carlton,Wallace Griffin,Jason Mandelez and Carlton Desmund,you have committed crimes against the states ranging from High Treason to slouching while at a meeting, as such, the punishment shall be of the capital kind. A Preist shall read you out a verse from the bible before the executions begin."
With that, he listened to the boring preists many elongated and old sounding words before it finally stopped. He would only hear three more words in his last moments.
"Ready!"
"Aim!"
"Fire!"
With that, General Hart Garfield went up to heaven to join his father Lee up there.
General Garfield's replacement, newly promoted General Lucas Springfield Johnson looked on as the several bodies slumped to the floor, with one of them being the incumbent to the position, with him now taking up that role as General.
One of the former aides shook hands with his new boss.
"Congratulations on your sudden promotion,sir."
"I know, it... it just doesn't seem right, having this job when my predecessor-"
"Your Predecessor was a counterrevolutionary and a danger to the state and the good people of the confederacy, be grateful he's not plotting to overthrow the government any more."
"I suppose you're right in that regard, but what did he do wrong anyways?"
"You really want to know?"
Lucas nodded his head as the aide sighed,dragging him by the collar to a supply closet,locking the door and turning on the light.
"Now, General Garfield had been a devout follower of the Leeist faith for many, many years since he came to power, hell, he was one of the original members in the first JJP."
"JJP?"
"The predecessor to the LUP. Now, when Vito began to suggest that Lee may have been a flawed character as a member of congress, Garfield went off his handle, he marched straight into his office and demanded that Butch be placed in charge instead of him. Vito decided to play along with him, rigging the election and masterminding a plot to remove Lee from the picture, but that last parts a mere rumor going around. sure enough Butch was placed in, and he held an election, with enough money to ram down each electorate's throat until they began to vomit or shit out nickles and dimes,Vito won the election. Since then, Garfield led a secret petition to remove Scalleta with a loophole in the constitution, one of the ones Butch did when he became president, only thing is, the petition reached the an informant for the secret police instead and he was arrested on charges of treason."
"I see now,this is, incendiary information if it gets out."
"Which is why you're going to keep quiet about it."
With a firm nod of his head,he left the closet knowing a secret that would haunt him for the rest of his days.