The Only Thing To Fear (AH|IC|Open)

[Wysten]

The Only Thing to Fear

Is Fear itself

The world is a dark, dark place.
OOC
The axis rule the world with a iron fist.

Fat Italians gorge themselves on the riches of North Africa, empowering trade companies to create huge monopolies on goods and trade. The government is corrupt and the people of Rome suffer under incompetant leadership and bad government.

The Germans rule a empire of land and puppet nations, with all those under German rule (Direct or Indirect) suffering. Minorities, Gays, and those of Mixed Race or Mixed Nationalitiy work forced labor if they haven't already been killed. Non-Aryans work the fields or in the factories under strict quotas to feed the Aryan Race.

The Japanese have to deal with Rebellions in their Americans territories and in the East Indies. While at home Industrial Families create huge monopolies, as the Japanese puppet states begin to plot their way to independence.

All the while, the Soviets chaffe in their alliance with these Fascists. The new premier, Ivan, now is looking for his way out while also being boxed in on all sides by enemies of the Russian people and Communist Ideal.

And America? America is a dying light, a dream in the eyes of the aging. Perhaps it can be brought back, but thats up to you.

Welcome, to my world.

[Helowi]

Mark Andrews
Mark has woken up. Realizing what day it was, the day of a meeting with the NFWC. He was excited, this was a meeting with the leaders of all the chapters around the west coast. We would use this meeting to decide the future of the revolution. However, for now he had to get ready for his job at the bakery.

He got up in order to get ready for his day at the bakery, he got dressed in his uniform, beginning to walk to work. Again, everyone around him looked miserable. Japanese officers patrolling the streets, making sure no one would rebel. He ignored all the officers in order to quickly get to work and open up shop.

When he got to work, he was going to open up shop soon, it was going to be a long day. He soon opened up, hoping that people may come into the store.

[Greater Redosia]

Denver, Colorado, United States of America

President Long looked out of the Capital Building, once the State Capital, now the Federal Capital. Denver has become what was once D.C., a federal district put under direct control of the Federal Government; sadly the government has changed over those years. After the loss of the Second World War the lands became anarchy, it was only until what was left of the American Army and the National Guard intervened to crack down on the crime. This left the United States with a military junta for many years until 1956 when the first elections after the war were finally held, Long came out as a populist, one for the people. Wishing to restore his father's dream of making every man a king, to share the wealth. The people saw him as a savior, they had nothing else to believe in with their stars and stripes. The Democrats won with a huge landslide, carrying all states which hasn't happened since Washington became President. With this victory everything had changed.

Immediately the inheritance and annual profit one can make had been given a limit, and one's ownership in the stock market was limited as well. Many thought this would cause a major melt-down of the economy, but when people started getting more money thanks to being able to buy stocks in the market and some extra money due to it they started buying more products from the companies. Roads, railroads, and bridges were constructed in a major public works program which set thousands up for jobs to produce these. With the new infrastructure businesses were able to move around goods for cheaper and expand. Homeless families started to slowly disappear with the homestead act which gave families a home, the comforts of a home, an automobile and a radio. Life was beginning to improve in the United States, people had hope again. After the first four terms Long's popularity skyrocketed, he once again won a landslide one the next term giving him another four years, which leaves him with one year left; until he did the unthinkable.

With approval of congress the constitution was amended and Long was given an extended term limit, he could run for President continuously until he no longer wished to. Same with any President after him. But he couldn't stay focused on home forever, which he didn't of course but he had to be careful. To the west was the Japanese Pacific States, a puppet of the former Empire that is a disgrace in every shape and form. To the East was the Germans, they controlled the beating heart of America but they wouldn't hold it forever. To the south was Mexico, or what they think is Mexico. Not much information comes from the south anymore, they hoped that the Mexican Government was doing alright. While to the North was Canada, their one and only ally left in this dark world of fear, the Allies never truly died. They continued to live on with what was left of America and Canada, but with the lost of Britain and France, the hope for the Allies was gone.

President Long looked up as his Secretary of Foreign Affairs, he sighed and looked back down at a map of North America. He began to speak without even looking back up at the Secretary.

"So, how are the weapon shipments. Those rebel groups in Japan aren't going to win the war on their own you know, they have to have support from their patriotic America home. They have to get anything they can get their hands on"

"I know Mr.President, we are slowly making the shipments right now. We have two crates full of small arms, ammunition, and some grenades being smuggled into the Japanese territory. Of course not along the usual trade routes, but more through the northern area. Idaho, stuff like that, even the occasional Canadian one."

"We have to make sure we aren't caught, those weapons are both our life and death for this nation. We must continue to arm the people who wish to restore the might of America. America cannot go any longer divided like this, we must fight back. Make sure it is done."

"Yes, Mr.President."

The secretary of Foreign Affairs left the room, leaving the President to ponder with his thoughts. There was not much left the United States could do except destroy the enemy from the inside out, who knows. Maybe the rebels in the Americas will restore the rule of their country, restore the true America. But Long knew, if any tried to form their own nation; that nation would need to be eliminated at all costs for the price of freedom.

[Vietmihn]

Hyderabad, India

Ahmed Muhammed sits in his high rise room in Hyderabad, looking around at the banners of the party and the pictures of him littering the room. He looks outside and makes a faint smile.
"Ah.. Fascism isn't the nicest path, but it's the best one to go down," he quietly mutters to himself from his balcony up on the 30th floor. He sees a couple of people smiling and pointing at him from the bottom floor.

He walks back inside and sits down, looking at his clock, realizing it was time to go to a meeting he had planned on the strategy of the possible invasion of more parts of the Warring States, a topic he had wished to tackle for what was it, two, three years?

Ahmed contacted some people and soon enough, he was on his way to the other side of town for the meeting.
Ahmed decided to take the short route to the situation room, but the louder and messier route to the situation room. He would take the route through the control room.

Leader Ahmed Muhammed walks into the room. The bustling nature of the room stops. Papers stop being passed and stacked, people look away from the radar systems, and the room slowly comes to halt as everyone's faces turn to the Leader. The military members in the room flash a quick salute, as they were trained to do. Ahmed flashes a quick smile and nods. He motions for the people in the room to sit down. Everyone sits down. Ahmed walks through the room without a word. Everyone starts going back the their normal business when he opens the door to the situation room. He nods at the high ranking members of the Party in the room as he shuts the door and goes to his seat. The Admiral looks at the Leader. Ahmed Muhammed speaks.

"Well, I have to ask.. Does anyone have any questions to ask before the meeting?" He asks. Nobody else speaks for a few moments, so General Akbar shakes his head no.
"Okay, now, I will cut to the basic purpose of this: We haven't taken any territory for years, and we have been losing some. That is not good, as I would guess you can infer, so I have a plan. We need to mobilize troops and take the land we are deserving of. We need to reunify these messed up states. We need to take territory further to the east, a direction we haven't taken much of yet.."

The General speaks.
"This would cause major military losses, but if we racked up enough rebellion and support in the areas we are looking at, then, well, we could do it. It would be a risky investment, but from my perspective, it would be a worthwhile one."
Ahmed turns to the General and nods. He returns a comment. "Well, as Air Marshal, I'd say what we could do is with some work, we could begin to manufacture and test a few planes to help with ground attacks and defense. All the branches of the military must work together. We are talking about facing thousands upon thousands of enemy troops here. Admiral, do you have any input?" The Admiral nods.
"While we do have outdated ships, I agree with Leader Muhammed. We must focus more manufacturing on the military if we want to take over this much land of the Warring States."
Everyone in the room nods at the comment, with a couple of people expressing their agreement vocally."
The leader speaks up again.

"Now let us move on to more of the strategy element of this."
General Akbar speaks. "I have a good basic outline. For the next few months, focus flexible resources on the military and rebuild the military, in a somewhat more secret sense, then we begin to transport troops, an element we will discuss in a few weeks. Any questions anyone?" he asks.
The men in the room shake their heads. The leader quickly dismisses the meeting and everyone goes back to their daily business.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

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Bucharest, Romania

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The Axis had won the war, or so the newspapers proclaimed. Most Romanians disagreed. At the very best, it was a hollow victory. Romania had not gained anything for its contributions to the Axis war effort, despite the fact that it had contributed the most troops to the conflict of the original Tripartite members, after Germany and Italy of course. In fact, Romania had actually lost territory during the course of the war, owing mostly to the oscillating whims of Adolf Hitler, with whom Romania had fallen out of favor due to its delay in joining the Axis.

But no matter the will of der Führer, Romania was angered. All of projected "Greater Romania" had been lost; Northern Transylvania to Hungary, Bessarabia to the Soviet Union, and even Southern Dobruja to Bulgaria. It was a national humiliation- but one that Romania hoped to recover from. In spite of everything they'd lost, proud Fascist banners hung from the beautiful buildings of Bucharest, invoking a sense of national pride in onlookers.

No, Romania was not weak-willed as it had been under King Carol II. It was a regional powerhouse, which Germany was dependent on as a source of ever-more-important crude oil. If the Reich didn't recognize Greater Romanian ambitions, then Romania would. Conducător Antonescu, despite his age of eighty-one, was not some feeble old man. He retained his sharp mind and political genius, if not an able body. And behind the Conducător were equally brilliant men, like Horia Sima, commander of the Iron Guard.

Sima's fiery rhetoric, invoking the fallen Captain, Corneliu Codreanu, and his dream of a Greater Romania, never failed to stir his listeners into a patriotic fervor. Nationalistic frenzy was indeed the only happy emotion felt by the people of Romania, who, aside from enjoying relative prosperity, had nothing to do but mourn the loss of Romania's territories. Romanians were unsure of many things, such as the importance of their oil fields in the face of new Middle Eastern discoveries, and the lumbering Soviet presence in the East- but they were sure of one thing:
Romania would reconquer its lost lands, with Germany's consent, or not.

[Plzen]

Riksprotektoraten Norden
Reichsprotektorat Nordland

Norden for her people. Wake up in our lands:
Forces of unity, our victorious demands,
All who struggle against their shackles and binds,
All who create with their work-hardened hands,
All who are brave in our fight against the cage,
Who are building up, in unity, a new and better age.
A place for all of us, a place for all who wish:
Norden for her people!

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Commander Sven Solberg looked out towards the shining waves of the Baltic Sea. Beyond its shining waves stood the inviolable coasts of the red menace - the Soviet Union. Commander Solberg was supposedly the commander of the Nordic Coast Guard, but everyone knew that such was simply an easy way to circumvent the prohibition on Reichsprotektorats from having their own military. Call it what it was - the Nordic Navy. The guardian of the Baltic, the bulwark of Europe against the red menace, the hope and pride of the Nordic peoples. Commander Solberg took his duty very, very seriously.

Herr Hitler was wrong about many things, he thought to himself, but on the need to destroy the Soviet Union he could not have been more prescient. How long will this uneasy truce last?

However much the commander found the calm sight of the Baltic spring invigorating, he had to return to his work. The Reich was not at war, but the Coast Guard was always on a war footing. Constant vigilance held Finnish independence in the Winter War, constant vigilance retained Scandinavian autonomy in the Reich, and constant vigilance, now, kept the Soviet armies away. For their people to sleep soundly in their warm beds, the warriors of the frontier had to always be on watch.

"No submarines today?"

"None today either, commander. The Russians are awfully quiet these weeks. So are the Germans, it seems."

Of course, Commander Solberg grimaced. But have they really been quiet, or are they just better at hiding from our sonars?

The washing waves of the Baltic offered no answers.