1912-1990 Era War IC (Semi-Closed)

by **Breyburg** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 4:39 pm

Stegas, Breyburg, Indianum Continent
September, 1912

Helping Out an Old Friend

The Traansval is being occupied by the Western League, and as there is no official war declared at the moment, there is a revolution. Traansval is an Alliance of Republican Nations member, so the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg felt that it must help. Breyburg has signed a non-direct non-aggression pact with the Aclusian Empire, which is occupying Transvaal, so it cannot send men to fight in the revolution until a war is officially declared. So, it will be sending 150 Vickers machine guns to the freedom fighters within Transvaal.

This action was given a go by the Prime Minister of the SASB, Calvin Ward, since the President and Vice President are gone at the Arengin Ball, he has control at the moment over Breyburg. The Prime Minister is 3rd in command of the Breyburgian Executive Branch. The Prime Minister holds some powers but not a lot.

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Indianum Alliance Occupied Overculture/Overkhagnate Federation, Indianum Continent
September, 1912

The joint occupation of the Overculture Federation by the Indianum Alliance is currently going smoothly, at least for the Breyburgian side. Rachanan and Nihonian forces are quickly punching through the countryside and same for Sirvanskan forces. Breyburgian forces had taken control of Rayy, the once capital of the OF, with little to no resistance. They have been handing out humanitarian aid for months now, and only have 3 more months worth of food, clean water, and clothes left. The occupation cannot last forever.

by **TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 6:27 pm

The Prime Minister of the holy Empire of Nihon announced today 1 Kongo-Class Battle Cruiser, 10 Momi-Class Destroyers, 8 Kamikaze-Class Destroyers, and 40 Shokaitei-Class Gunboats have been dispatched to the waters surrounding the Aclusian Occupation Zone and the Deruhn Sea under orders to protect all Nihonese, Aclusian, and in general, Western League plus the Indianum Alliance shipping from piracy. The force is under orders to not to fire unless fired upon, although they may fire upon pirate-like ships that make hostile actions and in addition, board suspicious vessels, and make arrest. Nihon has not declared war upon any nation and wishes to avoid conflict. The Empire of Nihon simply is protecting its shipping and that of allies in the region. The force will be commanded by Admiral Shimamura Hayao aboard his Kongo-Class Battle Cruiser, HIJMS KONGO. The fleet will serve under orders of the Aclusian Empire.

The ships are to begin operations on arrival and are prepared to do battle. Also 2,000 men of the Teishin Shudan have been mobilized.

Momi-Class Destroyer

Admiral Shimamura Hayao

by **The Traansval** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 7:54 pm

Pretoria, Gauteng
September 9th, 1912

Congress was in session, a bill had been submitted to provide for the budget of the new government, a budge which needed to be filled with money the Boers didn't really have. Money which would have to be obtained through outside sources until the Boer's could liberate enough of their country. Liberation was on Botha's mind as he entered the large room in the former Republican Palace, the once great residence of the Verkozen Officialle, which was being used for the first Cabinet meeting of the Provisional Government. Martiz was behind Botha, and as the President took a seat at the head of the table, his Vice President took a seat to his right. At the other end of the table, Rosevelt took his seat. The rest took theirs, and Botha studied each.

It had been debated heavily on where power would lie, and ultimately the President of the Senate was demoted from a Prime Minister to Speaker position, and Botha was able to appoint his own cabinet, said Cabinet having been formed by the Act of Congress passed shortly after the formation of the constitution. The act laid our five Departments to compromise the Cabinet; Department of Foreign Affairs, led by Danie Pretorius; Department of Justice, led by Louis Hoffman; Department of the Army, led by Jan Parker; Department of the Navy, led by Willem Burgers; and the Department of the Treasury, led by Marthinus Brand. All of whom had received approval from the Congress. Pretorius, Hoffmann and Parker were all long time friends and allies of Botha; they had been apart of the founding members of the Brotherhood and Parker used to lead the 3rd North Cape Corp of the Brotherhood. Burgers and Brand were compromises made with Rosevelt, leader of the Red's and their political bloc in Congress, although still both considered capable men.

With the men all assembled, a group of servants came in and served the group drinks. Martiz muttered "Kaffirs..." under his breath as they left.

Botha cleared his throat, attracting a attention from the now awkward room. "Gentlemen, we have declared our Independence, now we must assert it. As I see it we have three items on our agenda to obtain in order to secure our independence. We must secure our lands, we must secure our forces, and we must secure our legitamacy. Now the first two go hand in hand, and currently I believe our forces are as adequete as possible considering the circumstances. Mister Parker, can you inform us of the status of the Weermag?"

The Boer Revolutionary Army, or BRW, had been declared by Act of Congress as a conglomerate of the Brotherhood, Red Rifles, Bosrangers, and any other armed revolutionaries willing to fight for the nation. Due to the ad hoc nature of the army, and the fact that a truly centralize commander was impossible due to the fractured nature of its forces, Parker acted as the closest thing to a Central Commander that the BRW had. His control primarly came from his control of funding and arms which were able to be given out by the Government.

Secretary Parker stood up and began to unfurl a large map of the Traansval, which he held down at the ends with the filled glasses.

"Now gentlmen if I could direct your attention to the map I can discuss the current status of the Armed Forces and our hold." He said as he slipped a large stick out of his briefcase, using it to point to objects on the map. He pointed to Pretoria on the map, "Now as you know our forces have managed to liberat the Capital city from the local Aclusian garrison but it is likely they will attempt to retake it. To counter this, the local forces have been ordered to go on the offensive to move the front line as far from the capital as possible. Our main forces consist of Brotherhood Flying Divisions, of which we have One Hundred and Forty operating through the country. In Gauteng, we have our men in the north organized under the 1st and 2nd Armies, each containing three Corps of six divisons each. The 1st Army is going to push west to link up with our forces in the North Cape which includes the 3rd Army which operates three corps of six divisons each and the 1st Red Army which contains three corps of three Brigades each. The 2nd Army are going to push east to link with up our forces in the Central Cape and Kruegerstad. Both forces will be largely following the railroad lines while sending out independent detachments to the country side to clear out minor towns and villages."

Parker then pointed to Kaapstad on the map, "Said armies are busy fighting for control over the North Cape. The 1st Red Army is the main force currently fighting for control of Kaapstad, with its I and II corp being supported by III corp of the 3rd Army. III Corp of the 1st Red Army is currently besieging the garrison of Mbombela, which I'm told is made up of Irish troops from the Aclusian colonies, should be easy to break. I Corp of the 3rd Army is current split up among the country side attempt to purge it of Aclusian influence, and II Corp of the 3rd Army is in the south of the North Cape across the Val Mountains, where they've managed to capture the railway hub city of Tembisa."

The pointer moved eastwards, into southern Gauteng, across the mountains. "The 5th Army is currently working to liberate the south, resistance there is minimal as most troops are on the coast but they are spread thin. Their II corp is currently fighting with Aclusian troops in Knysa to liberate the city. Our allies with the Red Rifles, specifically the 2nd Red Army which has three Corps of four Brigades each, are working for liberate Ivorum. Their I Corp has managed to liberate Vereenigig, along with Rustenburg being liberated by their II Corp. Now their III Corp holds the northern railroads preventing reinforcements and they are mustering their might to push south for Johannesburg."

Paker now redirected his attention north of the mountains, planting his pointer on Kruegerstad, "The 6th Army, operating in the Central Cape, has its II and III Corps focused on fighting the Warglorian Garrison in Kruegerstad, while its I Corp has taken up positions along the railroad to the East. I Corp's job will be delaying any Warglorian Reinforcements from traveling West along the railroad so that our forces in Gauteng can move to reinforce theirs, take Kruegerstad, and then move in a united from into the Orange Free State."

Parker stopped speaking momentarily to lift his glass and drink from it, the pause gave the men assembled time to digest the information present to them before the Secretary continued, now focusing on the Free State. "The 7th Army is currently split, with its III Corp fighting with the Warglorians in Mossel bay and its I and II Corp fighting in Bloemfontein. Both of them will most likely be crushed once reinforcements arrive from the mainland, although right now they are holding and gaining ground against the local garrisons."

"Time here is of great importance. If we are able to sweep through the Central Cape and reinforce our brothers in the Orange Free State, then victory there may be within grasp. We estimate the Warglorian garrison in their zone to be around 500,000 men, including Aegyptus where their forces will be harrassed by Bosrangers but not directly engaged except for Kairo in which we have the 4th Army, but they are also engaged in fighting for the city. Our forces in Gauteng and the Central Cape combined number at around 200,000 men, combined with the 100,000 or so in the Orange Free State and the 100,000 of the 4th Army we will have a fighting change against the Warglorians. As always Bosrangers auxilaries will be best used as auxilaries to compliment our numbers."

Parker now pulled out a shief of papers from his briefcases, "Now the Bosrangers are not a reliable element but they are a very useful one. Their work to harrass and hit the Arengins in the south and east is very useful to us, and will keep them from reinforcing the Aclusians or Warglorians due to their constant need to put down the Rangers. However, we do have some units available for use, such as the Aegyptine Corp of Cavalry which has around 20,000 mounted Rangers available to support our operations in the desert there. I've already issued them orders to send a detachment to Kairo to support the 4th Army, and the remaining members will be working to harrass supply lines, a key target being the railway."

"What do you estimate the enemy strength at Secretary Parker?" Inquired Vice President Martiz as he tapped his pen against the table.

"Intelligence from the NAD have put the Aclusians at around 200,000 men through out the Zone, the Warglorians at 500,000, and the Arengins we're not sure about but somewhere in the couple million spread across the desert." Parker replied.

"Do you believe we have the ability to win this conflict?" President Botha asked, his brow knotted in thought.

"I do sir, but it will not be easy. We will need to act fast and smart, play to our strengths. We're at a disadvtange, our men don't have as good equipment, training, or organization. What we do have is spirit, knowledge of the land, and the support of the civilian populous, all three of which our oppressors have none of." Parker stated, finishing his little display.

Botha looked over the map with his brow still knotted. He had been so full of revolutionary vigor before, but now as the true situation was laid bare he began to worry. They had not only to fight the great might of one Empire, but three, all of which were major nations with resources larger than the Boers could ever muster. Resources, thats what they needed...

"Secretary Brand, what can you tell us of the situation with the Quartermasters and our economic situation?" President Botha said.

Brand, a thin man of average height wearing a pair of bifocals, cleared his throat. "In regards to the Quartermaster, Arms are not scarce but not plentiful. We make due with what we have, and what we have tends to be in various calibres and not the best condition. Weapons stolen from supply trains are a boon but are also few and far between, most of our equipment is from prior to the war, smuggled into the nation by our allies, or old hunting rifles passed down from generation to generation. Our troops are armed and able to use their arms, but within a year or so attrition may cause us to be leading armies of disarmed men. Precautions must be taken. In regards to our economics, the situation is not optimal in the slightest, as is with most revolutions. Thanks to the Rosevelts and the NAD we have salvaged some of the gold of the former Treasury, but not all and not much. Congress has authorized the printing of Banknotes but I worry that these may soon become worthless without backing. We obviously cannot obtain that backing in gold, so our next best alternative is Credit. We cannot simply print what money we want as it will cause ruin, and so we must borrow. Only problem is, from whom shall we borrow..."

"Our allies shall lend to us, they shall surely support us in our time of need!" Pretorius said. "I have already selected men to be appointed Ministers to various nations so that we may court favor with them and gain their support in our great endeavor, I only need your signature Mister President and they shall set off! The Manticorans shall support us as they always have, and the Rannorians, Norcourtians, Breyburgians, and others shall come to support us as well. For they recognize the tyranny of the League and its actions, and shall come to help us in our plight."

Botha nodded, "Have your aid place their Diplomatic Papers on my desk and I shall have them signed and issued by night fall. Other than that, the hour is fast approaching that I must attend a meeting with members of Congress. I shall have to retire for today Gentlemen, good day to you all." The President said as he stood up, officially ending the meeting. The members shuffled out, each with a mission in their minds as to their next actions, for there is never an idle moment when you are a revolutionary.

by **TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 4:15 pm

2,000 men of the Teishin Shudan (Nihonese special forces) trained in paratrooper operations and other special forces task, are being sent to the Aclusian Occupation Zone to assist League operations in securing peace against an aggressor. They will be escorted being Nihon's prized special forces group by 4 Nagato-Class Battleships, 1 Hosho-Class Light Aircraft Carrier, 8 Kamikaze-Class Destroyers, and 10 Shokaitei Class Gunboats with 2 I-152 Class Submarines leading and scouting ahead. Once deployed, the Battle Group will make its way back to Nihon. The Group is under orders to maintain radio silence if possible to avoid detection by Boer naval vessels and to engage and destroy any hostile ships. They are expected to arrive within a week.

Once there, they will take orders from the Aclusian Empire and will serve under Colonel Maeda.

Insignia of the Teishin Shudan

Troops ready for deployment

by **Rannoria** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 5:42 pm

Onto the World Stage

A Meeting with an Aclusian
Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
Rannoria
April 12th, 1912

It had been around three months since Vail Adance was elected. In those three months, he has been busy. Since the end of his occupation, he had first begun working on putting the government back in its place. That came with a good amount of success, and by month's end, he was able to create a cabinet which he thought would be doing well. Of course, that was not it. Rannoria's industry was damaged. Very damaged. From the war, several cities were shelled, ranging from minor damage to near-oblivion, and with that shelling came the destruction of several industrial zones. While it is fortunate that not all of Rannoria's industrial zones were damaged, the areas that had the highest amount of industrial centres (near the Rannkradle Capital District) seemed to be the most affected. Of course, this did not bode well for the economy. In addition to dealing with economic issues, the end of the war brought upon a rise in popularity of Vail Adance's opposing candidate during the elections and his ideas: Albert Arlichin and his ideas of syndicalism. Although they did not seem like a threat currently, Vail had a small worrying thought in the back of his mind that their influence and power could grow exponentially. Despite the damage, Rannoria has been able to begin reconstruction efforts. Already, it began working on the rebuilding of its civilian and industrial zones, cutting spending on the new Rannorian Security Forces, and focusing costs on the rebuilding of Rannoria's infrastructure, and the security of its banks, and the housing of its people.

Today was different though. Although the topic was related to (and greatly affected) how Rannoria's economy would turn out to be, it was the first real foreign diplomatic contact that Vail had in person since three months prior. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was feeling. He knew that an Aclusian representative was going to come through the great doors of his office in Zee Prlmnt, and that they were going to have to negotiate for the reparation costs of the war. Personally, he believed that Rannoria had suffered enough, but it also made sense that Rannoria had to reimburse the victors in some way. He only hoped that his negotiating ability would allow the reparations to not be a ridiculous amount. He had to remember, though, that the Warglorians and Aclusians were coming in with humanitarian aid, and that in the end, their help would eventually help pay off the reparations that they set. It still did cost Rannoria though, and in no way was Vail happy with his circumstances, but it sufficed for now.

Before meeting the Aclusian representative, Vail took a sip of tea that was on his table. Rannorian tea, that was, imported directly from Rannoria's overseas colonies. But no matter. Vail cleared his throat, and walked to the grand doors of his office, where he pulled them open.

"Representative Richard Chamberlain of the Aclusian Empire, I would presume?" His eyes fell upon the Aclusian, who was sitting down, waiting for the grand to prepare. Next to him were a few beverages and some light snacks just in case one's long travels had left them hungry. Next to the refreshments were a few copies of the Rannkradle Sentinel, one of Rannoria's most popular newspapers. Whether he had touched the food, drinks, or news, Vail did not know, but what he did know was that Vail wanted to resolve this issue cleanly and quickly. The Aclusian stood up, and they shook hands, exchanging proper introductions. "Come, let us discuss another step in Rannoria's future inside." And with Richard entering the room first, and the grand following him, the doors were shut.

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle

A Meeting with a Rusklandr
Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
Rannoria
1912
The second man Vail had to meet in person in the year of 1912 was Hæsteinn mn Suesani, the brother of none other than Lothar mn Suesani, emperor of Ruskland-Preuben. With the recent war that broke out between Norcourt and Eodor, Vail was worried that such a conflict may hinder the rebuilding process of Rannoria. To his delight, though, Vail discovered that Hæsteinn was safe in Rannoria, touring around a bit before reaching Zee Prlmnt. This, of course, gave Vail time to prepare for their meeting. The only thing, though, was that Vail didn't know what to prepare for. From the looks of it, the Rusklandr telegrams seemed to have no ulterior motive behind them; just a mission of goodwill and aid from one nation to another suffering from the war. But Vail knew better than that. He would expect that Rannoria would have to do something in return - but what? What would the Rusklandrs want from Rannoria? A payment in the long run? A secret alliance? Whatever it was, Vail didn't know, but he had to be ready for anything.

The day came when he was informed that Hæsteinn had arrived at Zee Prlmnt. He waited in his office until his secretary informed him that the Rusklandr was here, to which he walked out of the doors. Sitting in the same chair, next to the same food and drinks (though of course, a new batch of Rannorian delicacies, delights, and drinks were prepared), was Hæsteinn mn Suesani. Again, Vail did not know nor did he care as to whether Hæsteinn had touched anything on the table next to him, and so he began the conversation, "You must be Hæsteinn mn Suesani, brother to the emperor of Ruskland-Preuben." Vail extended his hand. "Greetings. I hope that after this, our two nations can come closer together."

A (Potential) Discussion with a Breyburgian
Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
Rannoria
1912
The third man Vail had to meet in person was the president of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg: Alfred Woods. President Alfred Woods was the leader of a fellow ARN power, and so out of all the people he had arranged to meet with this year so far, this was the man he was looking the most forward to the most. Unlike Richard Chamberlain, who brought bad news, or Hæsteinn mn Suesani, who may bring unknown motives or requests with him, Vail expected the Breyburgians to be cooperative and friendly as they were both nations working together in the Alliance of Republican Nations. He sent a response telegram to Alfred Woods saying that he would wait for the president in Rannoria, and maybe in Rannkradle could they talk about the rebuilding of Rannoria. With that telegram sent, Vail didn't worry so much, and waited.

A Shipment in the Traansval
The Port, Kruegerstad
The Traansval
September, 1912
It was a sunny day on the coast of Kruegerstad. Yohann Kruger, captain of the Ailin, was enjoying this sunny weather, as any hard-working man would. Unfortunately for him, he had no time to laze around on his ship with leisure as he was not on a pleasure cruise, and rather was working as a captain of a freighter. Normally, the job wasn't too stressful. The combined naval ability of Rannoria, the Traansval, and several other nations in the Sea of Lost Souls had prevented pirates from plaguing the sea, and whatever malignant force they did manage to meet was quickly wiped away with the power of the gun. With the fall of the Rannorian navy and the Traansval as a nation, the waters could be considered to be less safe, but at least Warglorian naval presence could be counted on, and so far, nothing bad has happened.

When Rannoria's navy was almost obliterated by the combined might of the Aclusian and Warglorian navies during the 9 Year War, it was rendered incapable in terms of helping its ally, the Traansval, due to the inability to ship items without being sunk. Since the occupation of Rannoria, foreign trade had ceased, and with that came the loss of jobs for many. Although the provisional government was able to compensate in some way, its control over Rannoria lead to rising unemployment rates and an economically weaker Rannoria. If you piled this with the damaged industry, you'd get a Rannoria that was no longer capable of much trade, which is definitely bad, since trade is a visible portion of Rannoria's income. This was one thing Vail Adance had to circumnavigate, but back to the Ailin.

Although Rannoria did have to worry for itself, this didn't mean that it wasn't completely incapable. Incapable of fighting any wars? Yes. But incapable of sending humanitarian aid in the simple form of food? Not so much. Therefore, some people were able to continue their lives like before the war, albeit with a different feeling. Yohann Kruger experienced how unpleasant life could be without a job, but somehow, he managed to scrape by, and so when the opportunity arose, he took the chance to command a ship and returned to the Traansval on a boat. This mission was unlike any other, and that's what worried him. The thing is, the Ailin is not under direct Rannorian control. In fact, Rannoria officially does not have any ties with the Ailin, other than the fact that it supplied the ship with food to ship over to the Boers. But what is not known is that some members of the Ordus council pushed for Vail to send guns to the insurrectionist movement that was occurring in the Traansval. Whoever was at the receiving end knew that guns would arrive, but when they would come was unknown. That day, in the city of Kruegerstad, a shipment filled with food would arrive. With it, [[X]] MG 20-Ls and [[Y]] Gewir 98s would be shipped in a separate container, also marked "food" just like the rest. The Rannorian grand was first skeptical about sending the guns over. After all, Rannoria could be putting itself at risk since the freighters came from Rannoria. But the company the freighter was under operated internationally, so in the end, there wouldn't be too much of a trace that there was government interference. In the end, the grand gave in. Secretly, he did want to support the Boers and their fight for freedom. He did wish to do more, but in the end, Rannoria's sorry state did not accommodate for much help.

And so the Ailin docked into Kruegerstad. Johann didn't know how safe it was running this mission, but he accepted it knowing that it could go wrong at some point in time. He took a deep breath, and began unloading.

An image of the Ailin.

A Ball in Arengin
The St. Osloverg Palace, St. Osloverg
The Arengin Union
1912
One of the last things Vail had on his mind concerning foreign affairs was the winter ball in Arengin. The last Arenginian ball was held around 40 years ago back in 1870, with a different generation of leaders and a different world. Back then, Grand Sios Adance came to establish friendship between Rannoria, Arengin, and potentially other global powers. Now, Vail Adance came to seek the aid of others. Of course, he was there to ease relations between Rannoria and its opponents during the 9 Year War, but he had a mission. Whether he would follow that mission, he did not know, but what he did know was that he had arrived at the palace at last.

As the new grand of Rannoria, he got special treatment. Now, on the streets, people would always wave to him, or address him as "Sir" or "Grand". He found it to be a bit odd at first, instinctively telling people to just refer to him by name, but holding a powerful position meant that his power had to be respected, and so being called by title or being addressed formally came along with the job. Now, he travelled to Arengin in only the finest modes of transport, and in Arengin, a very fancy-looking car was waiting for him. He greeted the driver, who greeted him back, and when he sat comfortably in the car, they began their journey. The journey itself was quiet, with the sounds of the engine being audible, and the occasional bumps on the road jolting the grand around, but in the end he arrived at the palace. The palace was large - grand, you could say - and definitely suited for the ruler of a nation as vast and as large as Arengin. Vail stepped out of the car and thanked the driver, who soon sped off to wherever Arenginian drivers needed to go. At last, he was there. Honestly, he did not know what to expect from ball, but he could only hope for the best.

He stepped into the palace.

A photo of Grand Vail Adance, dressed in the uniform that he wore during the later parts of the 9 Year War and what he is wearing to the Arenginian Ball.

by **Crimetopolis** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 11:50 pm

Cyclone Flats, Crimetopolis. The woman parked her wagon outside StoreCo #359. She walked to the gun department. There, in vending machine were pistols, revolvers, rifles. shotguns, and submachineguns. She was not a Boer but she was a member of the Friends of Transvaal. They were an organization that wanted Transvaal free. She bought three cases each of Mobkiller M11 submachineguns and Colt 1903 pocket hammer .38 acp semiauto pistols, and this was along with ammunition and like supplies. She drove from town towards the abandoned church. She parked the wagon in the woods behind the church. At dark, the storm cellar's doors opened. Wordlessly, the wagon was unloaded and the doors closed.

Electric lights provided full illumination. Flags of both Transvaal and Crimetopolis were mounted on the walls The church's storm cellar has been converted into a base For the Friends of Transvaal. Frank Miller smiled at Mandy Davis. "You have done well, Mandy. Have supper and spend the night with us." Flush toilets, showers bunk beds, and a clinic completed the facility. The smell of stuffing with chopped up hotdogs filled the air, as did baked beans. "Dessert is peanut butter pie." "My favorite!"

Lemonade washed down the meal. Her wagon and team were secured in a barn. "A truck will come tomorrow morning for these supplies. They'll be taken to Little Chicago and placed in a speedboat for their overseas. You can go home after breakfast tomorrow. Another money order will arrive Friday in your post box. Tell no one of this. But if you get word the operation has been compromised, then do as you will with the cash. If you've gotten the weapons, do as you will with them, too. And if something has happened, stay quiet about your role here. If nobody has contacted you in one week after such an event, you are freed from your vows to this organization."

Recreation followed supper. Magnetic board playing games were used. A cheap phonograph played rag time. Mandy did her sanitary duties and conked out. She left for home the next morning. A truck arrived at 9 a.m. The crates of weapons and ammunition left with it. At Auto City Harbor, they were loaded a large, fast speedboat. While it's crew had pistols , rifles, and SMGS; but their kerosene-powered turbine engine allowed them to outrun most naval vessels, too. The speedboat arrived at Breyburg without incident. Another chapter of the Friends of Transvaal took them to Breyburg intelligence agency, where they would leave with the next shipment of weapons. TAGS BREYBURG

Little Chicago
outside of Nihonese embassy.
Escorted by armed Federal Police, the first truck-borne shipment of M11 .38 acp Mobkiller M11 submachineguns arrived. The Criminal officer walked up to the gate guard. "Where may we deliver these submachineguns to you nation?" TAGS NIHON.

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by **Crimetopolis** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 11:15 am

Bob Elkins
Fuhrer-president
Government House
Little Chicago
Crimetopolis

To His Imperial Majesty
Emperor
Banzai-Nihon Emperor

Your excellency:

We are grateful to your nation for sending troops to aid our ally, Warglorian. We also wish to send you aid. The following is proposed:
50.000 Mobkiller M11 submachineguns
1,000,000 pocket hammer Colt 1903 .38 acp semiautomatic pistols.
! million Stahlhelm[M1935 German helmet]
1 million Tropical weight uniforms
1 pair pull Brahma boots[riding/walking jackboot]
1 ammunition, magazines, cleaning kits, and tactical gear

In return, we want access to Nihonese markets and cooperation between the FPA[Federal Police Agency]and the Kempei-Tai. WE also are willing to to send mobile weather stations to help alert your units operating in Transvaal to the dangers of severe weather, also.

What say you?

Bob Elkins
Fuhrer-President
Crimetopolis
September 8th, 1912

by **The Traansval** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 11:23 am

Kruegerstad, Central Cape.
September, 1912

The sight of the Boer Flag flying over the port brought great pride to Majoor Generaal Eugene Joubert as he looked out the window of the building he had taken as his Headquarters. He held command over the Sixth Army which had been raised in the Central Cape from loyal Boer Patriots willing to fight for freedom. Kruegerstad, named after the Father of the Nation, and a major port that doubled as the largest city in the rather minor Central Cape province, had been their first target. Now with the city under their control; while the city was major for the province, in the larger scheme Kreugerstad was as major as Timbu or another one of the cities just sitting in the middle of the Plains, as Kruegerstad's port was minor compared to Kaapstad or Bloemfontein and had a smaller population than both. The Garrison for the city had been minor and overwhelmed by the Boers; Joubert could work to move his army.

The door behind Joubert opened to let in his Corp Commanders; Brigader Generals Piet Cronjé of II Corp and Christiaan de Wet of III Corp, Joubert's I Corp commander couldn't attend due to him being located with his men along the eastern boundary of Boer control. Joubert greeted his generals with a smile and returned their salutes, the three gathered in a lose circle next to the window.

"The city is under our control General, things are looking good here. I suggest leaving a Garrison and then moving out, we cannot stay bottled here." General Piet advised.

Joubert nodded at his subordnates advise, "I agree, we shall leave the 13th Division in the city and then move out by weeks end. II Corp will swing south to move through the country side, make sure there aren't any League troops in the outlying villages, and then link with with I Corp. III Corp will head straight for I Corp." Joubert ordered, giving a nod of self assurance at the end.

"And then, Sir?" de Wet inquired.

"We wait for our forces in Gauteng to arrive at the line. Then we'll move from there, are the men ready to move?" Joubert addressed his last question to General Piet.

"Yes Sir, it'll take no more than a couple days time to get them ready to move on the trains. We just received an arms shipment from Rannoria, their rifles will do well to replace those lost in the battle, and they'll supplied us with Machine Guns which shall prove useful soon." Cronjé replied.

"Fantastic, Rannoria once more comes to our aid. Make sure those Machine Guns are put into good hands, a machine gun is more valuable than gold to us right now. Issue orders and get the men ready, I'll be in my quarters if anything more is needed".

Fritzville, Western Gauteng
September, 1912

The train came screeching to a halt once more, and Soldaat Stephanus Schoeman gave a huff of frustration as his head, covered as it was by a soft cap, once more bumped into the wall of the train car behind him. As he took a hand off his rifle to rub his head, the doors to the car were thrown open and the officers on the platform shouted orders. Half the train car was evacuated, that half being apart of the 3rd Division, while Schoeman and the rest stayed on, their half being apart of the 11th Division. Schoeman quickly relished the new found room inside the car and, following the example of many others in the cars, stepped to the now open doors to take in the surroundings.

Fritzville was a small sized village, mostly centered around the railroad station located at its center. Schoeman could see a road of store fronts ending at a Inn, a smattering of houses lined up on a road horizontal to the Inn, and several farms in the distance. It wasn't a major town, but it was large enough and located on the Railroad, which meant that Command wanted to leave behind a Garrison, nothing more than a Battalion or two, but enough to stave off any small forces.

Schoeman leaned out the car to look down the train and its cars, and he saw many other soldiers hanging out the train staring out. Looking farther down, he could see a Battalion forming up on the platform, and past them he could see the front of the train, and the Machine Guns set up on the roof surrounded by sandbags and a few men with rifles. It seemed that command expected a fight at one of these stops.

Soldat Bischoff, Schoemans close friend that he'd met when he first join the Revolution, strode up next to him.

"When the hell are we getting to the Cape? Are we gonna stop at every Hamlet and sprinkle a few more of our soldiers. I swear by the time we reach Kaapstad we'll have only a Battalion left..." Bischoff complained.

Schoeman laughed, "Relax Hans, their just stopping at the major stops, and we'll be there soon. Sooner than if we were on foot, thats for sure. Besides, we've got an entire Army with us, a few Battalions here and there ain't gonna do no bad."

Bischoff grumbled then dropped the frown and laughed along with Schoeman before returning to his spot on the ground, covered his face with his cap, and was soon snoring once more. After a few minutes, Schoeman could hear the shouts and whistles of the Officers, and soon enough a few came over with a couple men wearing Black Arm Bands, the Provost's, and closed the door to the car. The inside dimmed, but not much, as light still came in through the large cuts made in the top of the car which allowed light in. Schoeman walked over to his buddy Bischoff and sat down next to him, his back against the wall, as the train once more began moving.

Deciding to follow his friends example, he pulled his cap down low over his brow as he set his rifle, a Manticoran M1900, against the wall, and closed his eyes attempting to shut out the loud noise of the engine and embrace sleeps sweet song.

Kaapstad, North Cape
September, 1912

Korporaal Henri Verdediging held his rifle tight as he crouched behind the low stone wall of the now destroyed storefront of a former Drug Store. He peaked his head over the low wall to see several Aclusian soldiers staring back from across the intersection, and quickly ducked back down before his head was blown off. This wasn't Henri's first taste of Combat, for he'd seen fighting this entire week, and his conduct in combat had impressed high command to grant him a promotion to Korporaal, funny considering he wasn't even Boer, but a Twelve Islander come to fight for the Boers, and hopefully in the future for his Home Isle.

Henri had enlisted with the Brotherhood, and his Division, the 15th, had been apart of III Corp, the one designated to support the Red Rifles in the liberation of Kaapstad. These were the circumstances which took young Henri, real name Henry, out of his home out on the Isles to a bombed out Drug Store in the southern part of Kaapstad, with a Rannorian Rifle in his hand and a Boer Uniform on him. Sergeant de Beer, commander of the squad that Henri was apart of, came down from the upper level of the drug store, where the Officers had set up a shaky command post for the Battalion. De Beer crouched down with the rest of the squad and held out a case of bottles with pieces of cloth stuffed in the top.

"Freshly made by some local ladies upstairs, we're gonna use em to provide cover for Henri." De Beer said as he handed each member of the squad a bottle.

"Cover for what Sergeant?" Henri asked, confused.

Sergeant de Beer turned to Henri, "Need you to run a message to Corp Command, straight from the Majoor himself," de Beer said, handing Henri a sealed envelope.

Henri took it and saluted his Sergeant, then slung his rifle on his back and prepared to run. Corp Command was to the southeast of their position, meaning he'd have to run a bit in view of the enemy before being able to take cover and then move back into friendly territory. Men of his squad and the other squads of the three other Platoons in the building readied Cocktails, and at a shout stood up and hurled them. Henri grabbed the edge of the stone wall and jumped over, and broke into a sprint.

The young Korporaal took one look behind him to see a wall of flames go up all around the square, and then he turned his head right around when a bullet whizzed by his head. With his eyes locked forward he sprinted with all his life, nothing in his mind but making it into that alley, which he eventually did. Now in cover, Henri stopped and gathered his breath before continuing down the alley. When it ended, he jumped on a few crates and climbed onto the street above. He saw a truck carrying a squad of Red's go by and waved, and when he noticed the Reds were wounded he hitched a ride knowing that it was heading towards Corp Command.

While in the back of the truck, Henri looked at the carnage all around. Artillery bombing had destroyed many buildings and damaged many, many others. The Red's in the truck with him were all hit, some worse than others. A couple of the men flying flat on stretchers had large badages over their stomachs which looked to be the only things holding their insides in. Henri forces back the urge to vomit and looked skywards for the rest of the journey.

When the truck finally came to a halt, Henri jumped out and made for the Corp Commanders HQ. The place was a former Warehouse, with two stories and a large loading bay with multiple places for truck to park. Perfect for a place with needed to distribute Arms and take in wounded men as fast as possible. Henri climbed the stairs to the second floor and came to a desk where a woman was seated. She looked up at Henri with a question in her eyes.

Henri handed her the envelope, "Message from 3rd Battalion, 15th Division." he said. The woman took the envelope and stood up, "Wait here," she said.

He took a seat on an old leather couch and watched as he opened a door. Inside he could see several men in uniform talking, and could just make out their conversation.

"Third Corp is holding the center while the Red Corps are pushing on Third's flanks. We have control of the southern part of the city but the town center and the docks are still under Aclusian control, meaning we have nothing more than some houses..." One of the General said.

The woman cleared her throat and held up the envelope, "Message from one of 15th Division's Battalions," she said. One of the men, one of the few without gold on their uniform, took the envelope from her. "I'll take care of it," he said to one of the Generals, who nodded to the man. The man and the woman came out of the room together, closing the door behind them. The woman took a seat and pointed at Henri, "Thats the runner." She said to the man, who had opened the envelope and was reading it quickly.

Henri stood up and saluted, which was returned half heartidly by the man. When he was done reading he folded it and stuffed it into his jacket, then looked towards Henri. "Come with me Korporaal." He said as he began walking towards the stairs. Henri followed quickly, slapping his cap back on his head.

The Officer spoke as he walked, and Henri could now see he was a Kolonel. "Your Majoor requested Reinforcements, which we can't supply in any large number. However, there is some support which we can provide, which I hope can help the situation that he is in."

When they reached the bottom, the Kolonel stopped and gazed across the warehouse, behind some crates where a few vehicles were sitting. But these weren't any regular trucks, for on the back they carried a cylinder which Henri recognized as a tank used for transporting Beer for the local Breweries, only this cylinder had several holes cut in it and had several armor plates bolted to it. A band of men in Boer uniforms were standing around it, rifles in hand chatting as another worked on the engine.

"We call em the Smokeboxes, we've got about twelve of em in the city. I think I can spare one with a crew for you and your Battalion, should help." The Kolonel said.

Henri looked on in amazement, "Oh yes sir, it'll help indeed..."

by **TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 12:13 pm

In reply to Crimetopolis, his Holiness the Emperor accepted their offer of 50,000 Mobkiller M11 submachineguns, 1 million pocket hammer Colt 1903 .38 acp semiautomatic pistols, 1 million Stahlhelm[M1935 German helmet], 1 million Tropical weight uniforms, 1 million pairs pull Brahma boots[riding/walking jackboot], and ammunition, magazines, cleaning kits, and tactical gear for the weaponry. The holy Empire of Nihon is grateful for this shipment and will grant Crimetopolis access to Nihonese markets and cooperation between the FPA [Federal Police Agency] and the Kenpeitai along with the Imperial Nihonese Police Agency. We decline their offer of weather stations, as the powerful Aclusian Empire is more than capable of handling weather reports.

The Mobkiller M11 submachineguns will be tested in the field and possibly will be given to highly train troops or ranking officers.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

In support of Nihon's allies, 10,000 Kenpeitai officers have cast off and are heading to the Aclusian Occupation Zone and the Warglorian Reich Occupation Zone to assist in police activities. The force will be under the command of Major General Shōshichi Kamisago who will take orders from his Warglorian and Aclusian counterparts. The force will be escorted by 4 Nagato-Class Battleships, 4 Kamikaze-Class Destroyers, and 20 Shokaitei Class Gunboats, with 1 I-152 Class Submarine scouting ahead. Once the force docks, the Battle Group will return home. The Group is under orders to maintain radio silence if possible to avoid detection by Boer naval vessels and to engage and destroy any hostile ships. They are expected to arrive within a week.

The Empire of Nihon does not wish to commit aggressive acts, but only to protect its allies from aggressors. We stand committed by our allies and we encourage that in the conflict, Bioweapons are not deployed. If one is, our first act will be to deploy Unit 100, our next would be Unit 731.

Picture of General Fukushima Yasumasa founder of the Kenpeitai

by **The Imperial Warglorian Empire** » Sun Mar 24, 2019 9:32 am

St Osloverg, Arengin Union
A train pulled in at the station as steam was released and the whistle blew on last time. People, from first to third class, from rich to poor tagalongs, start to offload from the train as usual. Yet towards the front of the train, two of the train cars (this one much more decorated) offloaded something other than normal passengers. Twenty soldiers wearing black Great Coats, jackboots and Stahlhelms unloaded from the first car, rushing over to the second car and forming a perimeter around it, wielding MP11s, G98Bs, HAG01s and ASG09s (5 Bolt Action Rifles, 5 Semi-Auto Rifles, 3 Submachine Guns, 2 Sturmgewehrs). One of the men (an Obersharführer/Staff Sergeant), went over to the door on the side of the car, his MP11 strapped to his chest and his right hand holding it's grip, and (with his left hand) opened the door.

Three people exited, all three wearing black officer uniforms. One was a rather buff and somewhat physically imposing man, with black hair and blue eyes, his face without emotion and his eyes constantly alert as he searched the premise. His various insignia identified him as a Hauptsturmführer of the SG, specifically the head of the SG Führerschutzstaffel: the Führer's personal guard. The next came a man and a woman. The man was of medium height and had a lean and muscled stature, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and a square chin. Unlike his counterpart (who was tidy and had a clean-shaven face and neatly cut and combed hair) this man's hair was quite messy and reached past his ears. He wasn't clean shaven, having light facial hair, and he had a rather relaxed and even a somewhat slumped stature (unlike his counterpart's ramrod straight back), making him look ruggedly handsome.

The last one, the woman, was very different from the other two. She was the shortest of the three figures and was of Nihon ethnicity. She had an hourglass figure, and she was also very lean and fit with an athletic build. She had short to medium length dark brown hair and eyes. These two also wore similar Black uniforms, yet their insignia identified them as agents of the Gestapo Intelligenz Einsatzgruppe (GIEG) (the Gestapo's, and therefore Staatssicherheit (SS), elite field agents arm), both level A Agents (the third most elite in the hierarchy). These three were SG-Hauptsturmführer Karl, Spezialfeldagent Broadsword (aka Rickon Sharp) and Spezialfeldagent Katana (aka Tatsu Fukuhara). Their task? To escort Der Führer to the ball. The escort included another man, as Obergruppenführer Jack Churchill also walked out, his insignias identifying him as the leader of the SG Foreign Legions, as well as the many medals that adorned his uniform.

Finally, two more figures disembarked from the train car, and at the sight of the two of them, all the Warglorian soldiers (and the escorts) turned to them and (after clacking their boots together) saluted. With one wearing a distinct black military uniform adorned with a gold braid and many medals and the other wearing a field grey military uniform, Klaus Adler and Hans Landa walked forwards, with Klaus Adler (despite being 72 years old) overshadowing his Führer in height, being the tallest one in the group. As Landa saluted back, the group walked towards and entered the convoy of cars that had been prepared for them (though Adler would quickly write down something on a piece of paper and give it to a guard before catching up with the posse), and drove off.

Both Adler and Landa looked out the windows, watching as the various older buildings of the Arengin Holy City passed by, and reminiscing about the past. "Crazy, that it's been almost 40 years since we've to this city," Landa commented, "And so much has changed since then,"

"Yes, now our worst enemies are our staunchest allies," Adler replied, "Though hopefully, the city won't burst into flames like last time," both laughed at the memory. Truly, it had felt like an eternity since the ball, a memorable part of both of their lives. But with that thought came a darker one: how the two were the only ones who had attended the ball left still alive. The thought made both of them grimace. Decades ago while they were young, both felt like together they could take over the world. But now, they were ancient, members of an almost gone old guard. Now all they could hope for was the continued prosperity of Wargloria and hopefully leaving a good legacy.

Suddenly, the cars halted as the familiar palace appeared before them. Adler and Landa disembarked from the cars and entered through the gates as several Arengin soldiers stood to attention, followed by Karl, Churchill, Broadsword and Katana. Half of the SG guards waited outside the gates by the cars, while the other half drove off towards the nearby St Osloverg Airport, where they would guard a reconfigured Messerschmitt Gotha G.VI ZF, in case Der Führer needed to escape or wanted a speedier travel home.

As the small posse of one leader and five escorts approached the palace, der Führer half hoped that this St Osloverg Ball was less hectic than the other.

Yet, on the other hand, that ball had been so much fun.

To: Ruskland-Preuben
From: Klaus Adler
Encryption: Classified
To those who are concerned,
I understand the animosity, and I understand that you don't trust me or Wargloria, however, it is still my hope that one day our friendship once again regrows.
On the other hand, I think it would be fair if since you've sent some support to Eodor that Wargloria is also allowed to send a bit of something before this agreement comes into effect, no?
Anyways, I will send a few....representatives of mine to you at [INSERT RUSKLAND PORT CITY], make sure to meet them.

Glasgow, Aclusian Zeeland Colonies
Gruppenführer Heydrich looked on top of his staff car as he looked through his binoculars. Around him, over 25,000 SG Soldiers and 35,000 Heer Soldiers were unpacking and offloading equipment, many standing to attention to be inspected by their officers and regrouping with their units. Artillery was being dragged for deployment and Panzers were parked for use later, their crews also standing to attention for inspection. Further in front of him was a long line of trenches and defences which had been previously been set up by the Aclusian Army. And in the middle of it all, was a large city, with several fires smoking across it. And in the middle of all that, a minuscule little thing in the distance, blowing in the wind. It was a flag: a red flag. Adorning a flaming pot flanked by two wings and with four stars underneath it.

Though the main Revolution in Aclusia had been ruthlessly crushed, the remnants of those Rebels had regrouped with their remaining stronghold in Glasgow: the one other city which had joined the Communist Revolution in Zeeland. Though they did not hold a major threat to Zeeland any longer because of their now reduced military size, they continued to be a thorn in the side of the Aclusian Empire. So far all Aclusian attempts to attack the city had been repulsed, so they simply decided to siege the city, leading to a stalemate. Yet despite their attempts to starve them out, the city didn't seem to have faltered at all, the defences having only increased. Well, that was when Heydrich came in.

He swore to Obergruppenführer Churchill that he would do anything to take the city, and he intended to do just that, and finally wipe out this insignificant rebellion. The man called the "Man with the Iron Heart" put down his binoculars and stepped down from the car. Flanked by his staff, he soon approached an Aclusian Officer who looked to be overseeing the defences.

"My name is Gruppenführer Vladimir Heydrich-Beria of the Schwarze Gewählt Ausländisch Legion Arengin, and the commander of this force, I have been ordered to help you and your forces in breaking this siege," Heydrich said with a thick Arengin accent in his ice-cold voice with an emotionless and deadly expression on his face, "Are you the commander of this force?"

Reichskommissariathaus, Bloemfontain, Reichsverwaltung der Oranje Freistaat, Reichskommissariat Für Zentral Börland

The city of Bloemfontain was the biggest in the Reichskommissariat Für Zentral Börland and one of the Kommissariat's most strategically important, because of it's major naval facilities, industry, and proximity from the mainland. Only a few kilometres away from the city had been one of the biggest battles in the entire Traansval theatre, perhaps even of the war. There, the Warglorian invasion army had established a beach-head and had been advancing towards the city. The Boers, desperate to save the city, scraped up everything they had left in the area and attempted a counter-offensive to drive back the Warglorian. The Battle of Bloemfontain involved planes, tanks and infantry, along with support from the sea. It had involved hundreds of thousands of soldiers and resulted in heavy casualties on both sides. And the Boers lost. The surviving Boers would retreat to the city, where pursuing Warglorian forces would result in intense street fighting. And the Boers lost.

The battle had effectively ended major conventional Boer resistance on the Warglorian Front, and the city had been the administrative capital of Reichskommissariat Zentral Börland ever since. And it was in the Reichskommissariathaus, formerly the old House of Economics, that the main business of the Reichskommissariat was carried out. There the main administrative business of the Reich was done, holding many offices containing many Warglorian employees connected to bases all across the Reichskommisariat. Before, the Reichshaus (as it had been more referred to) was usually fairly lightly defended, only holding a few patrolling guards. Enough to deter any small attacks. But now it had been turned into a fortress. Much of the area surrounding the Reichshaus had been closed off, and defences shored up. From watchtowers and barriers to barbed wire, machine gun posts and even artillery positions, the Reichshaus quickly turned into the most heavily defended stronghold in the entire city.

A convoy of trucks approached the checkpoint, which was halted a few meters away by a Warglorian soldier. Approaching the truck's side, the soldier asked for the driver's papers, which once provided, signalled him to continue, as the convoy entered the perimeter.

At this very moment, Hanns Rauter, Reichskommissar of the Reichskommissariat Zentral Börland, grasped a glass of whiskey in his hand as he looked down at his many troops patrolling around the area, and the soldiers now offloading the giant crates from the trucks, carrying them into the building. In the distance, he heard another explosion, as gunfighting could barely be heard.

The entire Reichskommissariat had gone to shit. There were reports that Kruegerstad and Mossel Bay were under attack, and it was already clear that Bloemfontain was under attack, though luckily the men had so far isolated the rebels to the southern part of the city, away from the main port and Reichskommissariathaus. The forces in the Central Cape and Orange Free State numbered 400,000 soldiers of the Garrison, with 100,000 holding the less populated and mainly desert areas of the Reichskommissariat. Estimates say that the Boer Forces numbered around 400,000 as well, though Warglorian troops were of a much higher quality compared to the rebels, many having been also veterans of the war alongside their elite training. The attack by the Boers was initially surprising, however, the Warglorian troops had quickly regrouped and held off Boer attacks across the country.

So far the Oranje Freistaat had been held, although reports said that Kreugerstadt had fallen, which was unfortunate. Warglorian Reinforcements had engaged Boer Forces to try and retake Kreugerstadt, however, they were meeting heavy resistance. The situation in Mossel Bay was better as, like Bloemfontain, the garrison was still holding and still had access to their port facilities, and troops outside the cities were starting to reorganise and march out to relieve the various sieges. The garrison in Kairo also reported that they were holding, and were due to receive reinforcements from Khartoum, though they reported being harassed by Boer forces as well, which would slow their progress. Along with that, Wehrmacht High Command had received the news and promised to send soldiers from the mainland as reinforcements.

Rauter had no illusions. Despite the supposed advantage he held militarily, he knew that there was still a chance all would fail. Which was why he had been taking precautions. A Leutenant walked into the room, saluting. "Reichskommissar, the shipment has arrived,"

"I know that dummkopf, I can see them unloading the boxes from here," Rauter snapped angrily. The stress had definitely been getting to him, as he took a deep breath. "Follow me, i'd like to inspect our cargo," Rauter said, walking out the door.

He walked down towards the ground floor, as the various troops carried large boxes with the Wehrmacht logo on and the words "ZERBRECHLICH" printed on them with bright red ink. "You men," Rauter suddenly barked, gesturing to four men carrying two different boxes, "Come over here, i'd like to make sure the goods are safe,"

The men complied, and brought the boxes down in front of him, "I assure you, Herr Reichskommissar, they are secure," the soldier said. Rauter didn't acknowledge the soldier, as he went over to one of the boxes and opened the lid. In it were stacks upon stacks of gold bars, with the words 'Traansval Gold Reserve' engraved on them as well as the symbol of the Traansval Ministry of the Treasury. Rauter nodded with a smile. As the Boers were held off, Rauter had all his men raid all the banks in Bloemfontain and grab as much gold as possible, and to destroy the rest. So far most of the major banks still under his control had been successfully raided.

Rauter closed it and signalled for his men to continue transporting the box, before directing his attention towards a different one. This box was much thinner and longer, and as Rauter opened it he could tell why. Inside he found an intricate pole that held a beat up and old looking flag of the Boer nation. As he held it up, he could see the various stitches and scars it had gained over the years. This was what the Boers called the "Eerste Vlag," supposedly the very first national flag created during the early days of the Boer War for Independence. It was said that it was knitted together by the wife of Paul Kreuger, and was at almost every single major engagement and victory of the revolution. It was a relic to the Boer nation of significant importance and had up to this point been stored in the National Museum in the city. Well, that was before he had ordered his troops to raid the museum a few months back. It had been in one of his safe houses, but he had ordered it, and many other of the stolen relics, to be transported to his HQ.

Rauter nodded, before placing the flag back in it's case, and signalling for his troops to continue transporting it. "Herr Reichskommissar," the Leutenant spoke, "I do not mean to intrude or give offence, but why exactly are we transporting all this gold and confiscated relics? Should we not be more concentrated on dealing with the Rebels?"

"Yes, and we will, however, we must take precautions," Rauter simply replied, "To make sure they don't fall into the hands of the rebels,"

Once again, Rauter had no illusions. On face value, his main reason was to try and stop the Boers from taking any source of potential income. But in reality, he simply wanted to defend his investment interests. There were a lot of rich men back in Wargloria who would buy these relics for millions.

At this moment both the gold and the relics were being transported to two areas: to his HQ, mainly as a regrouping point before heading to the main and second area: the docks. There, the goods would be loaded on Warglorian vessels and transported to the nearby mainland. The convoys would be put under extremely heavy guard until they reached the docks: a location still very much under Warglorian control.

Rauter had no intentions of letting the Boers have these. If he could not get them, no one would.

He swore on his life.

Status of Boer Campaign:
Current Active Personal:
-75,000 Soldiers defending City of Bloefontain
-50,000 Soldiers defending the city of Mossel City
-75,000 Soldiers fighting across the countryside of the Orange Free State
-85,000 Soldiers attacking Boers from outside of Bloefontain
-75,000 Soldiers attacking Boers from outside of Mossel City
-80,000 Soldiers fighting in the Central Cape and attempting to break through to Kreugerstadt
-35,000 Soldiers defending the city of Kairo
-40,000 Soldiers sent to relieve city of Kairo
-25,000 Soldiers defending city of Khartoum
-15,000 Soldiers defending city of Timbu

Reinforcements:
-100,000 Heer soldiers of the Sylbania Garrison to be sent as reinforcements to Orange Free State
-200,000 soldiers of the Imperial Sylbanian Army to be sent as reinforcements to the Orange Free State
-100,000 Soldiers of the Imperial Sylbanian Army to be sent to The Central Cape
-1st and 2nd Europa Fleets to be put on high alert

Casualties
-10,000 Soldiers lost in Kreugerstadt

Outside of Kreugerstadt
Several thousands of yards away, a periscope would rise out of the water. U-Boat U-34 had been scouting out the port city for a few days ever since the Rebellion had taken over Kreugerstadt, and the Kapitän's interest was peaked by the appearance of a Rannorian cargo ship. "What would they be doing out here? Surely they must realise the city had fallen," a Leutenant said besides the Kapitän. "And I doubt that it's simply to drop off food,"

"Nein, I think we are currently witnessing an illegal weapons drop off," the Kapitän replied.

"Orders captain?" The leutenant asked

"We must report back to Wargloria of our findings, perhaps we're are wrong or not," the Captain said "But for now, no one will fault us if a Rannorian Cargo ship was lost in the middle of the chaos of a full blown rebellion: sink it while most of her cargo is still on board,"

"Jawohl Herr Kapitän!" The Leutenant replied.

A short while later, four torpedos were launched towards the cargo ship and the port, as the U-Boat than slipped away before it could be discovered.

In the background, a resounding explosion could be heard, as the torpedos hit their mark

To: Leader of Crimetopolis
From: Reichsminister Lindenburgh
Encryption: Medium
We would be happy to accept these arms, and once again are happy to make a deal with our good ally

To: Nihon Empire
From: Reichsminister Lindenburgh
Encryption: Medium
We would be happy to deliver the arms you require, and your order shall be delievered as soon as possible

by **Newne Carriebean7** » Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:43 am

Das Kapital Region
The Presidential Suite
September 9th ,1912

The screeching hiss of a boiling pot was quickly stifled as president Marvin Washvelt poured it for some of his important guests. He had invited one of the more powerful antagonistic factions, the Parliamentarians to his house. More importantly, he had invited their leader, the prime minister himself.
A large knock on the door was heard, with the Amanzo slave opening it and greeting a familiar sounding voice. After hanging up his coat, the prime minister stepped into the kitchen.
“Prime Minister Karl Felix Fragharglaøfir, I presume?”
“Yes, it is me, the prime minister. I guess you’ve heard of my little predicament?”
“That you’ve attacked my forces and wish to hammer a few things out, eh?”
“I can assure you it was a complete accident, those men-“
“Those men, you son of a bitch, killed a cow. That cow was sacred because we’re on the continent of Indianium, might as well stick to one stereotype, eh?”
“I can fully say with confidence we might be able to compensate the farmer.”
Washvelt began to speak, not looking up at the faintly hair receeding excuse of a prime minister.
“Compensation? What a dirty word these days, now what I’m proposing instead, is that we stop shooting the shit out of each other and form a government of national unity in order for us to fully quash the communists.”
“A government of national unity to focus all our efforts on a threat that I’ve been told has been extinguished?”
“Extinguished, where are you hearing that?”
“From the communists themselves, they’ve dealt with the cannibalistic communists, and at a heavy price tag. The most conservative estimates puts 200,000 dead cannibals and 80,000 dead communists. So they’ve given each other a bloody nose and managed to sock one of the bastards in the groin, now I say we advance and crush them in one false swoop.”
“Advancing on several of their large and well fortified strongholds will just draw away our resources from possible fights with Traansvaal.”
“Wait, what-“
A newspaper bobbed Washvelt square in the nose. After recovering from the mild paper cut by putting lemon juice on it (strangely making it sting even more) he opened up the front page.

NAVAL DAILY
CARRIEBEANIAN FLEET ATTACKS!

Earlier Today, a Carriebeanian fleet, comprised of most of the largest vessels within the nation, bombarded the peaceful nation of traansvaal for the purpose of “shits and giggles”. These shits and giggles have outraged the local Boer leadership, who have demanded the offending officials be arrested. Several towns have been reported to be flattened thanks to our on the ground reporting that sees the villages erased off of maps. The Carriebeanian government has yet to respond, but rumors of a declaration of war on the stinky boers is imminent.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, fine I’ll declare war on Traansvaal. Inform Congress to meet me within an hou- wait are they on my side.”
“Hell if I know, even the narrator’s getting flustered.”
Both men broke the forth wall down to see some skinny shit clacking away at a magical typewriter that was connected to some movie screen. He shrugged his shoulders before the people went back out of the fourth wall break.
With a sigh, both men got in the horse and buggy (cars are fake news in Carriebean) and trotted off to the Congressional building to write out a government of national unity type treaty.

Rotunda of the Carriebeanian Congress

Despite the bloody civil war and the still fresh bullet fragments along the nicely marbled columns outside the legislative chamber, many politicians crowded around the filled legislative chambers as pens, papers and voices were shouted out before a glass rimed southern speaking politician pulled out his trusted colt handgun and fired every shot into the ceiling to bring some semblance of order to the chaotic political assembly. Not only had parliament’s 6,000 members gathered, but the 365 people that frequently shot each other for differences in amending ideology also were forced to join too. As the wild crowds of political sharpshitters died down, Washvelt took to the stage and held aloft the holy bible.
“Honored dumbasses of the political elite and cream of the crop of Carriebeanian politics. You have all represented your regions and constituents well throughout the last years before our unfortunate unraveling. I am saddened that we had to be split for such time during these hard events. I missed the right honorable T-MP for Shitty Hoboken Jocan Fowler’s insessent bitching and moaning about tax reform-“
“I’m still here and I wish for the right honorable motherfucker to pay up all his goddamn money to me, just so I can pay for a can of fish.”
“Fuck you for interrupting my speech motherfucker, now then, I assume because of the death of the king, we all decided to take advantage of the chaos and split up into varying factions? I am ashamed and hateful of many of you for choosing that action. Not even I am free of guilt of this however, in my misguided lust to see the parliamentarians hang from the highest tree before realizing they were my bestest bitch friends. I am hoping to change this for the better. What I propose is that you shout out the main reason why you decided to rebel against the government.”
“Famine!”
“High Taxes!”
“I was bored!”
“I like pie!”
“Those are all valid answers, and I would like to propose a bill for Congress to pass, then parliament to pass. I know it’s unorthodox, but it will mean us all become better neighbors and brothers in the end. In regards to the Emperor situation with the unfortunate murder of almost emperor Tyler , he had a cousin named Tyler too, so we’ll crown him as Tyler the First, since Amen- I mean Allahu Ackbar Infidels.”

TREATY ON ENDING ALL HATRED, CONFLICT AND MILITARY ACTIONS WITHIN THE BOARDERS OF CARRIEBEAN

I. A new cabinet shall be appointed, with some of the previous candidates being fired for being stupid and corrupt.
II. The position of Minister of Agriculture shall be appointed with Tao Bendouin wearing Groucho glasses.
III. The position of Manufacturing shall be appointed with Lee Mao Rango keeping the current position.
IV. The position of the Minister of Foreign Affairs shall be appointed by Melda Louanne Fox
V. The position of the Minister of Pro Amendment shall be appointed by Wilhelmina Constance
VI. The position of the Minister of Anti Amendment shall be appointed by Nobles Rachel Toowe
VII. The position of Minister of the Army shall be appointed by Jackson “Murdeorus Jack” Potters
VIII. The position of Minister of Education shall be unfilled at the time, with the previous minister Paula Ellison Monroe being executed for having an affair with several middle-aged cucumbers in his back garden.
IX. The position of Minister of the Navy shall be appointed by Sampson “Shitty Sam” Norrington
X. The Establishment of the Pledge of 1912, which states that women and genders of the feminine species shall be granted suffrage and the right to vote within fifty years of the pledge’s date, which amounts to the distant year of 1962.
XI. All open hostilities between various factions shall cease to exist within a day of the signing of this document by all the afflicted parties to the civil war.
XII. There is an exemption for the communist forces which still wish to fight, because why have total stability when you can get that touch of instability that all the cool kids are smoking?
XIII. The Crowing of Tyler Jacobsen Ampersand as Tyler the I, Protector of Carriebean, and Wearer of his most Blessed Crown of the Catholic Faith
XIV. The Immediate call for new elections for all three hundred and sixty-five members of Congress, six thousand members of all three houses of Parliament and the office of President of Carriebean. All these elections shall occur within one month of the ratification of this treaty.

XV. The stripping of nearly nine hundred thousand nobility of their property, titles and weaponry for being in rebellion against the governed. Their property shall be redistributed among the poorer people and seized by the government, with a 2/10ths plans of action being ordered out. For every 2 nobility estates seized by the people, the government is granted the seizure of 8 other nobility estates.

XVI. Compensation for the destitute nobility shall be allocated in the handing out to each ex-noble a smaller home and the establishment of little titles called the governing-councilors of various streets, trees and animals of the kingdom. It shall be based on a specific street, tree and animal found within their area in order to grant them a small pension of 9,000 Sais a month to live off of.

Congressional Vote Tally:
FOR: 350
AGAINST: 15

Parliamentarian Vote Tally:
FOR: 5,690
AGAINST: 310

Presidential Veto: No

DECLARATION OF WAR UPON THE STATE OF TRAANSVAL AND JUST TO BEAT THEM TO THE PUNCH OF DECLARING WAR ON US FIRST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES

I. A state of war exists between the Provisional Government of the Republic of Traansvaal and the National Coalition Government of Carriebean since the eighth of September in the year of our allah Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. This authorizes any and all carriebeanian forces to engage with all deadly and expedient force against our enemies until the defeat of either belligerent which shall indicate an extinguishing of hostilities.
Congressional Vote Tally:
FOR: 320
AGAINST: 45

Parliamentarian Vote Tally:
FOR: 5,000
AGAINST: 1,000

Presidential Veto: No

With the Treaty signed, many of the politicians began to vacate the room as the coronation ceremony began for the prince turned king-apparent. The Ceremony was an opulent display of several large swords that adorned the walls, ceremonial heirlooms of the countries past, including the same sword that won Carriebeanian independence in 1367. The rather tall Tyler Jacob Andersen waltzed into the room as the national anthem was playing, soon kneeling next to each of the swords as a priest recited ancient texts from Carriebean’s long history.

Rango Jominiki Hotel’s Sewers
Dominic Lazlo practically gagged as he stepped waist first into human shit bobbing up and down a large river. The only difference between this and normal Carriebeanian rivers was the added addition of the brown logs and pair of soldiers rushing along the brick walkways and wooden gangways installed for the occasional maintenance operator. He gripped the colt revolver firmly in one hand as he leapt onto the brick walkway with the help of some grateful hobos and refugees which had lived down here for generational minutes and days at a time.

The communist forces had been forced to the sewers to fight and fight dirty they would. He would have preferred the rotting beds to cold, bumpy bricks and the occasional piece of shit splashing up, but it was better than being dead. The important thing was that they had survived…well some of them…ok so well a handful of them…. Actually, just him and the hobo Jebediah O Heer, who had been pressed into service and proven even more incompetent than normal, a valuable asset throughout the communist forces.
The sheer decimation of the ranks had mostly eliminated the communists as an actual fighting force and combatant within the war, facts that may bring joy to the other waring factions throughout Carriebean. There was now a realization beginning to dawn on the few living survivors that refusing to move from a series of large apartment blocks throughout several cities of Carriebean just invites shellfire into the homes of the red menace. Apparently, shellfire is not good for one’s prospects of staying alive, who knew? The faint yet booming vibrations of the ground indicated the bombardment was not over, and so Lazlo picked a corner of brick that was shitless and huddled down for the night next to O Heer, carbines slung neatly over both shoulders of the two survivors.

Province of Hobo Hill
Hobo City

General of the Revolution Pabaladno Velspuli Casso inspected several sharp stakes placed outside of the city, feeling satisfied at the angle they were stuck into the mud. While some of the more radical communist groups were all but fleeting Marxist memories, the more devout communists and the overall mastermind of the red revolution had used this time to construct vast fortifications surrounding a handful of close nit “cities of the red banner and worker’s brotherly love” as they were designated. The important part was the complete ignorance of whatever god the communist’s forces practiced in favor of their physical statue and love of the revolution.
Casso turned and looked at the impressive former battleship guns now trained onto the horizon, the large 12-inch cast cannons initially designed for more warships had been seized by their creators and turned against the orders of such monstrous vessels. The Large inland city had proven to be a wealth of ammunition, gunpowder and weaponry for the communist forces, with massive stores of 1855 carbines being thrown around like candy for any red rebellious goon. He soon looked back at the horizon, no one would be getting past these cities. Not without painting a scene of blood everywhere.

Somewhere in the waters off Carriebean
Pirate Captain Jozif Broz Takao polished off the large glass of rum he had once nursed so dearly within his hands. Slamming the glass hard onto the wooden table, he stumbled up from his seat, the echo of his peg leg filling the rather quiet room. Surrounding him was his first mate Yarlow and the rest of the scurvy ridden dogs on board the Rusted Hope. The Rusted Hope had lived a charmed life, narrowly avoiding being scrapped or burnt down throughout the 1860s, serving initially as a military torpedo boat for the Free States of Carriebean during the second civil war. It had sat abandoned for several decades now until last year, when it was finally cleaned up and designed to be stationed as a floating gun battery outside the harbor entrance. The apparent lack of anything bigger than the rear facing Gatling gun clearly showed how much tender love and care the ship had gotten.
However, her deadliest weapon was not a gun at all, but rather a pair of silly looking paddles that were much to fat to be of any use within the waters around Carriebean. These were the somewhat ancient by modern standards spar torpedoes. They were filled with enough explosives and a solid enough blunt contact detonator to blow a hole in even the thickest armored ironclad warships.
The latter statement being a clear sign of the times when these weapons and the ship itself was born in, not really expecting people to have side guns on the ship that could depress them down far enough to get a good hit on her. It was one of the many reasons why the Rusted Hope sat so low within the waters so that level placed shots would simply fly overhead the tiny ship.
With a wave of a red cloth down, the engine began to get fired up, a faint smokestack leaving a greyish trail of wooden smoke behind as the craft glided through the waters of a nearby bayou. On board the bridge, Takao said not a word as some stumbling about by the crew readied the Spar Torpedoes on each side to be lowered, a dangerous and unappealing job for those who enjoyed being among the living, but being on board the ship itself was a hazard, so why not join the misery together of drunken comradeship with strangers?
Takao soon took notice of the prey straight ahead, a slow-moving merchant ship flapping some foreign scribble on board a flag. The crew grinned wickedly at the sighting of fresh meat and possible rations of whatever the enemy had on board.
He soon raised a signal flag with the half of it being in white and the other half in red ( to be read as “I have a pilot on board”)before lowering it quickly and increasing speed. The Signal to attack. Soon, another two similar shaped ships signaled with the first ship raising a yellow field with a black dot (turning to port) and the other with a top blue and red bottomed flag (turning to starboard) before the three amigos soon turned to the one amigo as the other two peeled off and began to make a large circular motion for the other side of the enemy vessel.
Taking a quick glance at his stopwatch nestled nicely within the confines of the military wool jacket, he watched it tick past another red marking decorated on the ticking machine. Then another, then another as the enemy ship’s hull got closer before shouting.
“Cast off the Foreyard! Full Reverse Engines!”
With a nod, two men lowered the spar torpedo into the water that soon struck the ironed hull of the enemy vessel, a massive flash of light before the sounds of explosions caused the hearing of all within a quarter mile to rout from their ears in the middle of sleeping.
In the brief glances back at the prey as he was tripping over several crew members to reverse the engine, the burning decks and rapid list that the merchant vessel took on soon had their crew members swarming out the sides, attempting to briefly launch the side lifeboats before a bugler gave the order to abandon ship.
As the enemy crew members splashed down into the waters, Takao unsheathed his sword and bellowed.
“Prepare the Gatling gun!”
On the rear of the vessel, a musical sympathy was about to unfold as the multiple barreled machine was swung out from it’s position and loaded up, the crew members singing several sea shanties while letting loose with the bullets to color the waters surrounding the ship red with blood.

Carriebeanian Imperial Navy
David III Class Battleship Baja California of the Imperial Carriebeanian Navy

Admiral Hood Von Hoth had once again changed his mind about heading for the Arengin Union capital, instead ordering the fleet home by turning it around and heading southwest towards the Carriebeanian island of Shishiri. He then decided to alter course yet again and have the entire fleet sail along the coast of Europeia. If the Carriebeanian high command had been this indecisive in it’s moving of armies, the Carriebeanian state might very well have collapsed in the early 1370s.
He decided that the opulence of some stupid ball would not be reason enough to have the entire navy show up to, and so instead of having the entire fleet be bottled up in some harbor in-between Europeia and Nuwe Afrikaan, they would instead turn around, avoid the impolite shits that were the Twelve Isles and make a beeline for the homeland. He then decided to scrap this plan once the Deruhn Isles were glanced at, with his confidence in getting the battleships through the narrow waters too dangerously low, deciding to alter course 180 degrees yet again, now heading southwest as was the original plan.
The Eight months had thoroughly drained whatever jubilant spirits and literal spirits housed within the bars on all the ships save for a conscious captain onboard a destroyer, who refused to give it out and eventually was found drowned in his cabin, with the crew appointing the second in command as the new commander. The fleet was comprised of 134 warships and 37,309 sailors that either kept up optimism of a better tomorrow or was fully committed to some sort of dystopian vison of the future.
The ammunition situation below decks was a mixture of terrifyingly horrific management of artillery rounds and loads of ‘ready to shoot up the ass of the enemy’ style projectiles. The monumental bags of powder were the only things that vaguely resembled something neat and orderly within the magazines, with many of the shells sliding out from the weak chain fence that was more appropriate blocking an unwanted guest to a party than preventing a 2,300-pound projectile from rolling around in the heavy seas. As the flagship continued to rock back and forth in the rather rough waves, Hoth turned to a messenger that had saluted.
“Sir. Telegraph contact from a mile off shore”
TRAANSVAAL SAILOR KILLS CARRIEBEANIAN MERCHANT CAPTAIN STOP- RECOMMENDED ASSISTANCE FOR THE CAPTAIN’S FAMILY- ALL FORCE REQUIRED-FULL STOP
“Sir, that telegraph may be faked from some communist agitators. Or It could be from the Manticorians.”
“I thought they were allied with the Manticorians.”
“We’re not sure sir, diplomatic relations between superpowers is not our strong suit. Should we act on this information?”
“There’s nothing to act on, It’s just rumors and superstition. Now if we see any fires or coastal burnings, a single one, then we may have all ships bombard the coast, but I wouldn’t rule out random firings along the shore line, just to spook them. But not at the moment, helmsmen take us close to the shoreline and signal all ships to follow.”
“Yes Admiral.”
With the turning of the wooden circular thingy that controls the rudder, the Baja California sailed nearer to the shoreline, with the crows nest first crying out icebergs right ahead followed by the sight of faint flickers of light near the shoreline, thousands of small lights.
A smile soon engulfed Admiral Hood’s somewhat insane face before returning to a state of motionless and stone-faced authoritativeness. He then would bark out several orders to the sailors onboard the fleet and the flagship.
“All Hands Battle stations, train all cannons to the Portside and load with high explosive rounds, await the order to open fire!”
He smiled at the last part, with the anxious Carriebeanian gunners mostly ignoring the last few words, most only hearing battle stations and training the guns to the portside along with what ammunition type to use. All over the fleet sailors rushed out from their bunks to their various posts, with doctors rushing to grab boxes of leeches from the icebox in the kitchen, chefs chopping up the leeches to place in salad that no one would eat anyways because it’s fucking salad and sweat dripping slaves continuing to feed the boilers of the ships with large shovelfuls of coal, taking breaks in-between the vibrations from the gunfire they feel.
Soon, a total of more than three dozen large range artillery pieces onboard the battleships silently sat and awaited the order, with the closer armored cruisers, destroyers and torpedo boats readying their small peashooters, six inchers and 75mm cannons at the shoreline, vaguely attempting to target the massive collection of lights which only seemed to grow larger with more and more faint sounds of commotion that would be more in line with a city rather than an enemy field army.
Hood waved his hand high into the air before lowering it swiftly, the signal to fire. The Baja California roared with it’s twelve large 12 inch naval rifles roared to life, vibrating the waters around the ship with impressive shockwaves in the fraction of a second the waters illuminated with the gunfire.
All surrounding sailors’ and the civilians’ on shore ears were greeted with the deafening boom of the battleships, armored cruisers and light pops from destroyers and torpedo boats. It took only a fraction of a second for the sailors to realize what was there in the flash of brick-built homes and several small decorative fountains, with some children still playing out in the yards of homes before all of that disintegrated under the bombardment.
A church practically had god’s hands pick it up before he transformed into the devil for the one or two still worshiping at mass as the building slammed down from the hit it took. Some of the shells flew high into the air, exploding into canister shot that rained down hot fragments or metallic balls onto the fleeing people with unfortunate results for those involved.
Fires were started from the shellfire slamming into more structure and the surrounding ground, with the shells that arced too high into the air or too close sucking all the oxygen out from a handful of fires. It was as if the Carriebeanian navy had become the firefighters that they usually were, attempting to arch shells low enough and fast enough to extinguish some blazes, which were often ineffective, but a impractically exhilarating activity for those people involved in the first tests of the method. The armored cruisers guns howled with their shots, screaming low into smaller structures and the woods along the shoreline, felling trees like an axe was in the hands of each projectile that flew at the forested shrubs.
Hood soon rang a bell in-between the a battleship’s large shells letting loose and the moment of silence before they exploded with debris at what remained of the town of a few thousand people. A deadly glow of the flames impressed into the minds of people still among the rubble or living with crushed debris for dinner that the Carriebeanian naval forces were ill disciplined, but damn did they pack a punch when firing. Hood got out another one of the shitty Twelve Isles tobacco products and fit it triumphantly in his mouth.
“Now then, All ships increase speed to twenty knots and continue and low, slow bombardment of other towns along the coast. Keep the cannons trained to the same side and hold on to your asses.”
“Yes admiral.”

St. Osloverg, Arengin Union
General of the Empire Travis Revan gripped his bodyguard’s hand tightly as faint simmers of weakness ate at his legs. It felt as though there were little maggots crawling throughout his legs, this feeling usually had been forcing him often to be immobile for days on end. Normally he would take a medication of half a cinnamon covered bullet fragment and drink one of the more higher end medications called ‘milk’ which came from those Bavarian beats known as cattle. The pain would subside and he would normally continue about his day managing the militaries of Carriebean. Now he was at a formal event and his leg continued to shake violently with each step he took, some concerned onlookers asking if he was alright, to a young boy who pointed to his shaking digits, he would reply cooly.
“My lad, I just forgot my medication of milk and a touch of iron, that’s what causes my leg to jitter so heavily, it’s almost as if my bones were made from glass. I guess that’s what comes with age, eh?”
He laughed before handing out a small toffee candy to the lad and petting his head, continuing slower and slower before he braced himself onto a nearby stool breathing heavily.
“It…never….gets…easier…”
The Bodyguard then got out the emergency stash of medication, having him lick off the cinnamon coating of the iron tipped bullet fragment and finishing off with a healthy swig of milk. Almost immediately his face, which by then had sunken down into a more whiteish color, soon returned to a normal pinky tone as the long raspy breaths altered their shape to a steadier pattern. With a pleasant look emanating from his facial expressions, Revan’s white tipped beard continued to flow as the man went back to a state of normalcy and waved at several world leaders that he saw, making a beeline over for the Manticorian delegation.
However as he got closer, several of their guards took up unexpected defensive stances surrounding their majesty. Taking a hit that distance is a man’s best friend next to keeping his head attached to his body, Revan took a few steps back, mimicked by his bodyguard, who stood at attention momentarily before relaxing. The epaulette wearing military man soon bowed down to a fully ninety degrees before slowly coming back up, unsure of the proper procedure when addressing a foreign infidel leader.

“You must be from the excellent nation of Manticore, as you can see, we hail from the backwater imperialist shithole of Carriebean. It is an absolute honor to meet you. I have heard many a things about the impressive strength of your navy, and I have no doubt you’ve heard about our Amanzo slavers continuing to run the occasional shipment down to your nation, of that I am absolutely sorry for, though that’s not really in my power as the general of the empire, one of the highest ranks within the Carriebeanian Military.”

by **Vrijstaat Limburg** » Sun Mar 24, 2019 5:01 pm

Séamus Ó Ceallaigh
Earl of Arran's own Maritime Infantry regiment, 2nd battalion, Charles Company, Corporal Séamus Kelly's section
9th of September, 1912. 2:35 AM local time
Woods slightly north of Kaapstad, Transvaal.

Séamus felt his leg aching, and he very much disliked the 20-minute walk already. They had managed to sneak through a small Boer village, using the darkness of night to cover their push into the city. O'Donnell, the daughty fucker, was yawning his mouth off. Everybody was a bit tired, and the infantrymen had been opposed to moving into Cape Town to rendez-vous with the English, but the last thing that the Anclusians were waiting for was Irish critique or resistance.

And so the men walked. Their boots were heavy. The thick leather and the soft mud made you feel like you were walking with literal bricks strapped to your feet. The men quietly walked, none of them saying a word, before a shot rang out, piercing McGrath's ear. McGrath dropped to the ground, due to the impact and the shot. Lance Corporal Matthew "Matt" Devlin was quick to respond, trying to find the enemy. Once he saw rebel movement coming from a house, he peeked through the No. 32 Mk I telescopic scope and aimed at something which he believed was a man, due to the shape of his silhouette. Devlin fired, and felt the rifle's kickback bust into his right shoulder. He pulled back the rifle's bolt and took his face away from the scope, to check for any more movements or silhouettes

Corporal Ó Ceallaigh was checking on McGrath's wound. His ear was fully intact, aside from a small wound that looked like a mouse's bite. MacGrath had a problem with the cracking of rifles around the two men. He was getting continually more afraid of the gunfire, and Ó Ceallaigh decided to just drop the boy in the dust, so that he could participate in the gunfight. He spat on the ground and unslung his SMLE. Without aiming, he pointed at the barn opposite of the street where the men'd been coming from, and fired a round somewhere near some enemy movement. He hastily pulled the bolt back on his gun, and got onto firing yet another bullet. His main goal was to disperse a volley of quick shots at the men opposite of him. After firing five rounds, he got into cover and took out a charger. He glared over at O'Donnell, who was fiddling around with a hand grenade.

Séamus started to shout this over to his squadmate, in Irish: "O'Donnell, you fucking idiot, do you want them fucking Rockspider Afrikaners to be jumping 'round-", but it was already too late. O'Donnell'd pulled the pin, and lobbed the grenade over towards the barn. The blast undoubtedly woke every single South African terrorist in the area. He continued, in the only language that he spoke: "Everyone on me! We're taking a run for it! Leave all unnecessary items behind, and fucking dash through these barricades, boys!"

The corporal bowed over and tore the young riflemen off the ground, pushing him down a dark alleyway which was on their way south. He watched O'Donnell sprint towards him, which was slow because the guy was still covered in hand grenades. O'Devlin concentrated on one last shot, and fired. He could see a man fall over, and he spotted him gasping for air when the moon shined on his face. He smiled towards the man who was currently meeting his maker and pulled the bolt towards himself, but his thoughts and smiling stopped when he heard his section leader's shouts. He crouched down and frantically tried to run through the street without being hit, while still mainting his cover alongside the low wooden barricades which ended at a man's waiste.

Séamus was waving over to the man of 22 that he should be on his way, that he should pass through the alleyway NOW. He took one last frantic look over to the Traansval rebels that stormed after them, and disappeared behind his men, trying to move into the city.

by **Arengin Union** » Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:22 pm

The Gathering of Peace
Royal Palace in St. Osloverg, Arengin

The palace had filled in a matter of minutes, ministers and representatives of several provinces within Arengin, royals of the family and extended family, royalty from foreign lands as well, diplomats from afar, republicans and monarchs alike. It was a large gathering of people from high life of society as both in the nation and from the globe as a whole, anyone who was someone had to be there or had to have someone present at the very least. The palace was adorned by so much luxurious decor and ornamentation, an army of waiters carrying plates with fine champagnes and wines as well as a variety of delicacies for the temporal enjoyment.

Virgil was present and making sure it was all going according to plan, keeping sure that the waiters and servants of the evening remained in the tightest of etiquette. Melinka herself had to asses the situation whenever she thought necessary as she would call on Virgil for anything out of the norm. Nikolai for his part carried himself with grace and conviction not unlike his own father, dressed in similar fashion as he had been over 30 years ago and always accompanied by two royal guardsmen behind him dressed in their shinning steel plates and helmets, red and white uniforms and armed with a saber and a sidearm which they would never hesitate to use if the need arose.

Security was of the most uptight, unbeknownst to all several of the guests of the evening where no guests at all but Okrana agents dressed in fine suits and tuxedos who were all properly armed and under Milkensenovich's own order were to remain vigilant and ready for anything. Milkensenovich for his part was also part of the evening, drinking a glass of champagne and talking with his fellow Ministers he kept a perceptive eye on the place as he still kept a smile and a laugh for whatever dumb joke Alesnarovich spout or how much of a kiss ass Agafon was to the King. He even managed to speak to a couple of the diplomats and leaders who had arrived, introducing himself as ordinary fashion and making sure that everyone was comfortable and no troubles had been had. It pleased him that things went in order as they had to.

Nikolai walked throughout the palace greeting so many people of the world and Arengin itself. Businessmen and entrepreneurs, diplomats in representation of absent leaders, long time family from Aclus or the Isles, and Leaders of countries of the Indianum and most importantly allies and enemies alike. Nikolai spoke to so many people he'd knew as children and young men so many years ago and now they stood here.

Król Aleksander Kazetny-Schaffenburg VII from Skarten was one of the first leaders he personally greeted, along with his wife, Nikolai shaking the hand of his counterpart slavic leader and kissing the hand or his beautiful wife said "Thank you for being present here today, I do so hope you enjoy the evening, it will be wonderful!"

Next was the Nihonese Emperor Taruhito Koshimura and his wife Empress Aiko Koshimura who were introduced by a minister from Nihon, both leaders bowing in grace and respect to each other and Nikolai respecting the boundaries of touch. "I am pleased you were able to make it your highness, I hope you find the evening well and that we can talk further about a productive future between our people!"

Then it was the President of the Socialist Allied States, Alfred Woods, and the Vice President of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg, Marcus Howe, Nikolai didn't exactly find them very impressive nor did he have a very sound opinion of their nation and yet he respectfully greeted the two men. "Pleasure to have both of you here tonight, please enjoy yourself, you are my guests!"

Then it was King George of Aclus and his beloved wife Victoria, a long cousin from his own fathers side. Both men looked almost identical and yet their were clearly distinct, it was hard to explain. Instead of a simply handshake or bow for the two men it was an embrace, like brothers and they both shared a laugh with each other.

"The war is over Nikolai! Your father would be proud of how far you've come!" George said with a smile.

Nikolai simply nodded his head, "Your father would proud of you two cousin!"

Both men nodded and patted each other as their wives introduced one another and both men then joined the introductions "If you have time I would like to discuss a matter with you at some point in the evening Nikolai" George suddenly added, Nikolai though shook agreed and both men went on.

It was then King Feodor and his son, the Crown Prince Boris from far off Sirvanka. Nikolai greeted the king and the prince with full respects of a monarch and the smile of a charismatic man "I am very pleased both of you are here, please enjoy the evening!"

Grand Vail Adance was next, from the recently unoccupied Rannoria, though bearing the mannerism and attitude of a dedicated and strong leader Nikolai still showed sympathies for the man and the hardship his country endured through the war, both countries had. "I thank you for coming Grand Adance. I hope this can be the beginning of healing relations between our people!"

It was then Fuhrer Landa from Wargloria, and the man himself from so many years ago, aged and so different, so, so different, Klaus Adler, a man so infamous and yet he was here standing before Nikolai as he had stood in front of his father so many years ago. Nikolai showed the same respect as his father had, "I thank you for coming Fuhrer. I hope we can keep our nations and our people on friendly terms and nurture our alliance for the foreseeable future sir. Please enjoy the evening!"

And so on and so on the King who needed no introduction greeted the many men and women who had arrived, Melinka at his side, the evening would go well as the opera began to sing.

Port Alexander, Nihonese Island of Hokkaido

A shipment had arrived to the almost finished Arenginian Naval Port of Alexander. Cargo ships bearing the Arenginian white, blue, and red as well as the Imperial stout docked in and with the Commander of the port Major Lavrentii Kvasov receiving the ships personally and signing on the manifesto. 100 SV-1's and 150 Tankatas for the Nihonese military.

Soon a message was relayed to the high command of the Nihonese military region and the tanks were beginning to be unloaded onto the docks for the Nihonese to receive them. This was the start of official military selling between the Eastern Empire and the Slavic Kingdom.

Western Desurum plains, Arenginian Occupation Zone of the Traansval

It was early morning, the sun beginning to rise as the fog of the cold night began to dissipate and the sound of bird chirping began to fill the surrounding valley. It was a calm morning as the Boer rebels from the group known as the Bosrangers were getting things ready to move out, they had set up a defensive line near a riverway which was overlooked by several ridges, a few machine guns posted on the west side of the canyon. It was all calm and the guards at the perimeter kept watch, though with tired eyes and a lack of real perceptiveness as they had been up since midnight.

Up on the ridge a few clicks away a set of binoculars was watching, observing from afar. It looked as the Boers were disassembling the camp, the sentinels and machine guns on the flanks and the other guards up on the surrounding ridges. The man observing saw through the binoculars how irregular these fighters looked similar to the ones described from the attack at Amistad. This group was most likely planning to join an attack on the Arenginian outpost at Kattleravin near the main riverway.

The man then retreated from his position away from sight and got up, he bore a mannerism of a hardship but also dedication to military life and a patriotic sense of duty, a beard decorating his face and scars on his hand and his left face. This was Captain Sergei Millevski, the leader of the 18th Arenginian Calvary Guard, a cavalry unit veteran of the 9 years war, and the Morverian war as well as the insurgency in the region. They had served in similar circumstances as the rebellion on the Traansval and were trained for situations like these, to crack the enemies will to fight and use effective hit and run tactics like they did. Millevski's men awaited him, most already mounted and ready as he himself got to his horse, Sergeant Uvarov getting up his mount as well.

"What are we up against Captain?" Uvarov asked.

Millevski set his binoculars into his bag and drank from his canteen, he then answered "A rebel camp, some 300 men, maybe more. Machinegun nests and are readying to move out."

"Are we pursuing them captain?" Uvarov questioned with worry in his voice.

"No Sergeant..." The Captain then got a hold of his lance, "We're destroying them... Signal the others!"

Uvarov scratched his neck but obeyed "Y-yes sir!" he then gestured to another rider to send the signal, raising a banner with a black flag on it it signaled other cavalry units around the area to prepare.

Soon the contingent of the 18th Division led by Millevski prepared themselves, overlooking the camp as the Boers set up their carriages Millevski once again looked through his binoculars, he then set them away. "It is time!"

The Captain prepared his lance, "FOR THE KING! FOR ARENGIN! FOR OUR PEOPLE!" the Captain yelled out, "URAAA"

"URAAA"

The battlecry echoed through the valley as Boers looked around with confusion and worry, then the various guards around the area began to yell out alarm. "ARENGINIANS! ARENGINIANS!" was yelled out as the Boer rebels dropped everything they did and ran to their guns and the machine guns. The Boers up on their high ground positions began to make their way down but were then shocked as they noticed that the charging cavalry men were not coming only from the western direction of the valley, but also from uptop the valley, and the east as well. Gunshots were sounded as the Arenginian cavalry fired their rifles as the Boer sentinels who either tried to fire back or tried to make their way down the valley.

The Boers at the camp began firing the machine guns, short bursts as they began to pick off several riders who fell dead on the ground with their horses or off their steeds. At first it seemed like the Boers had the upper hand as Millevski kept riding towards the Boer lines, it was almost him who was about to be shot by a Boer gunner until the Boers were taken completely by surprise as rifle fire began to come from up the ridge, their whole camp was at the mercy of Arenginian cavalry men armed with rifles who began to pick off the rebels. Then another wave of cavalry men crossed the river and began to charge the Eastern flank, the gunners began to lose their cool as the Arenginian cavalry reached the line and began breaching it.

Lancers pierced Boer rebels right through the chest, sabers cut right on fleeing Boer's neck, and rifles were fired by others as they began to decimate the Boers with little mercy. Many of the Boers tried to surrender but the heat of battle was too much at the moment as they received slashes from sabers or where killed by a spear through the chest. The battle raged on for a few minutes until the camp itself was no longer a camp but a bloodbath of dead, wounded, and surrendering Boers.

Millevski had proved that the Boers though capable, were no match for the Arenginians and though it would be hard, they would destroy them one by one. Similar of these attacks began to be carried off by other cavalry units of the 18th Division which began to be feared by the Boers.

by **Aclus** » Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:48 pm

The Great Boer Rebellion
Waters Near Kaapstad
September 1912

BLOCKADE ON THE BOER PEOPLE!
Aclusian and Western League naval forces have enacted the overall block on the Traansval due to the beginning of the conflict!
Any sea faring vessel will and must be boarded for strip searching. Any ship has now become a target of their own demise if runs through the blockade are attempted.

With the outbreak of the Boer rebellion, Army garrisons were being reported everywhere to have been overwhelmed, as well as the many major cities of the old Boer people being liberated in a massive onslaught of urban warfare. To top off the collapse of the Aclusian occupation forces, the major port city of Kaapstad, the city that played the key role of the arrival of supplies and manpower into the country, and the Aclusian held territory was now under siege by massive rebel units, many of which had armor support. Now as the reports had reached the Prime Minister, Sir Neville Chamberlain in Loxdon, the Aclusian expeditionary force had been mobilized to put down the rebellion.

Following the departure from the main home isles, the Aclusian Grand fleet led a escort mission under Admiral Sir Charles Forbes, the fleet would assist in the carrying and landing of the 13 Divisions of the entire Expeditionary force, and would finally dock in the harbor, beforehand 6 Divisions of the AEF have been sent to land in the Harbor city of Johannesburg further down to regroup with the remnant of the 3rd Army garrison holding the city. As the ships closed in on the harbor of Kaapstad, smoke from the burning buildings could be seen as the fighting intensified, the troops would have to be unloaded quickly for the great push to break out of the siege.

With the docking of the troop ships, the men were to be unloaded, Army group A under the command of General Sir Adam Wilson having 4 divisions of infantry supported by artillery units followed by a detachment of 2 Armoured divisions were to bolster the Aclusian forces inside the city. Of the Armoured divisions, they were made up of the 1st and the 2nd Armourd Divisions, made up mostly of the newer Vickers Mk.1 Medium tanks as well as Whippet infantry support tanks.

Towards the landing in the city of Johannesburg, the other 5 Infantry Divisions and 2 Armoured divisions were to be called Army Group B under the command of General Sir John Micheals and conduct landings in and outside the docks with X-lighter landing crafts. The regrouping would become the setting of the 2 pronged offensive recapturing the cities North, Veerniging and Rustenburg, while the breakthrough in Kaapstad by Army Group A would begin the offensive into Mbombela to lift the trapped Aclusian garrison.

St, Oslovsberg Palace
Arengin Union
King George V

George Frederick Albert was his full name, a little bit of Warglorian, Arengin slavic and Aclusian blood ran through the Kings veins, it had been so long since he felt the cool brush of air that St, Oslovsberg never dissapointed with, it was always welcoming as he still felt the love for the smell of the sea he so fell for when he was but a child. As the trance of his past ended, George began his way up the steps of the palace, tucking his sword to he waist and brushing his hands up and down the fine material of his royal wear. Just as George rose a few steps, he was welcomed to a old, really old familiar voice, King Feodor.

Turning to his left he saw a man of a broad stature, a man who looked like he could have been one of the most able in physical features in his youth, however that may have been so long ago, even before the time George took the Aclusian Empire under his handle. George walked over to the Aged King and shook the mans hand, it had been years since he saw the man, much older and shorter than he remembered, however this only meant George was no longer the boy prince he was once.

"King Feodor, a pleasure to see you my old friend" George then gave the man a warm embrace, something not normal for a member of the highest family in Aclus, but George was still a man of honorable stature.

"It is great to see, yes it so seems that I am no longer the young man you had visited then. Those were simple times, before the crown fell to me and my father was still around, how are you Feodor ?" George had finished saying.

Into the Arengin Palace......................

George had walked inside with his wife at his arm, holding tightly to Georges broad right arm. Parties were never really his thing, as they were always attended by his father and he would just tag along to see the fancy woman to indulge on the fancy drink. George took a quiet approach as he other plans then to dance and scuffle down bottles of wine and ale. As he was about to sit, Nikolai had been meeting and greeting the other world leaders, and just then, the 2 cousins had made eye contact. Both weary eyed with some grey hairs poking out, the two men embraced one another, it had been so long, the war had taken its toll on everyone, even up to the highest classes of a nation.

"The war is over Nikolai! Your father would be proud of how far you've come!" George said with a smile.

Nikolai simply nodded his head, "Your father would proud of you two cousin!"

Both men nodded and patted each other as their wives introduced one another and both men then joined the introductions "If you have time I would like to discuss a matter with you at some point in the evening Nikolai" George suddenly added, Nikolai though shook agreed and both men went on. This was something of the utmost importance, for the news of this could shift the balance of power for the entire world for many years to come, however until he could talk to Nikolai again, he would just have to wait and sip some wine, and by this time the Manticoran Empress Catherine had come into sight.

Glasgow,
Aclusian Zeeland Colonies

Major -General Charles Monroe looked through his binoculars and stared down the rebel defenses, his armor support had not yet arrived as the communists rebels had fortified their defenses even more with the captured Machine guns and field Guns that the garrison had been fitted with before the uprising had even started, if you thought about it, the garrison should have squashed the rebellion before it had even started, however ironically the garrison had joined the rebellion. As Charles put down his binoculars, he was tapped on the shoulder by a Aclusian Army Home Guard soldier who reported the arrival of the Warglorian elite units he was given assistance by.

As Charles got in his field car, they drove up the road to the secondary observation posts set up earlier in the day. As the car stopped, Charles walked up to a man of broad figure who had seemed damn well enough to be the commanding officer of these elite units.

"Welcome to Glasgow, I am Major-General Charles Monroe of the 2nd Home Guard Division, pleasure to finally receive some reinforcements" Charles then saluted the younger Warglorian officer.

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Mon Mar 25, 2019 8:38 am

St. Oslovberg Palace
Arengin

Catherine looked over her shoulder to see her husband listening intently to babbling representative from Caribbean. It was lucky, she thought, that the bodyguards had bought her enough time to slip away. Speaking with the drugged up Caribbeanians was not high on her list of priorities for the evening. No, tonight she had a very different goal in mind, a goal which required that she turn her gaze elsewhere. She stood for a moment, her shimmering blue eyes scanning the ballroom like a hawk's until they found her target. King George, standing off to one side with a glass of wine. She looked back over her shoulder and her husband caught her eyes. He winked at her and she smiled. He knew her plan for the evening and knew that he was running interference so that she wouldn't be bothered. That fact didn't quiet the butterflies, though, as she walked purposefully towards the Aclusian monarch.

It did not take long to complete the journey, barely a minute all told. But she was soon standing next to George, who was quite the giant next to her small frame. "It is a pleasure to see you in such a peaceful setting, George," she said, hoping to the Gods that this night would prove fruitful.

The Combined Fleet
27 October 1912
Ruskland

The journey had been uneventful so far, though this was only the first stop. They had spent the better part of a month drilling near St. Esther's Island before starting their journey north and now they were finally present to deliver the first ultimatum. A petty officer was sent ashore with a short message to be delivered to local governor or city mayor for immediate delivery to Ryleh. It was a short, simple message, stating that any attacks on Manticoran flagged shipping would be deemed an act of war.

by **Ruskland-Preuben** » Mon Mar 25, 2019 8:48 am

To Arrive With Style

At last, the final group of dignitaries had arrived to be the mood-dampener for everyone by merely existing. These were the Imperator himself, Lothar mn Suesani, coming from the north in a formation of airships, three airships in a V formation, to be exact. As for the details about them, each airship was decorated in the form of a darker shade of gray paint, which gave off a sleek metallic sheen, the distinct humming of their powerful engines gave those who listened a slight pinch of trepidation. As for the other dignitaries, Hæsteinn mn Suesani, his brother, also came along with Grand Vail Adance, a suggestion of his, as to talk about matters in a more diplomatic environment. The rest of the Imperial entourage were simply guardsmen manning rifles, to stay upon the airships and proceed to lay cover fire if ever the Imperator was attacked.

The Imperator then strode into the halls, his sleek sea green cape draped upon his back dragging on the floor, and his boots creating a distinct clack noise whenever they tapped the floor when he walked. As for his clothes, well, light armor, they consisted of pauldrons with Cthulhu’s symbol upon them, and his armor was pitch black with fur trims on the edges. As for his helm, it was merely a strap-on helmet covering his upper head and forehead, and held the head of a wolf. As for Hæsteinn’s appearance, on his back, covering his shoulders, was half of another wolf, this time, black. He wore simplistic but pleasing attire, with golden thread on the edges, and he strode on brown boots with fur at the rims.

They then arrived at the epicenter of the event, where all the world leaders were.

Of course, this was not the only thing to arrive with style, there also were those 10,000 on airships who had just left the Drales a few weeks earlier for Eodor, and they came there successfully, arriving at Norcourtian positions, they paradropped supplies unto the needy men on the ground, then, offensive operations were a go. Avoiding areas with massive anti air, they began bombing runs, then, after dropping their payload, the men upon them proceeded to paradrop themselves unto the ground.

by **Breyburg** » Mon Mar 25, 2019 9:19 am

St. Osloverg Palace, Arengin Union

The Arengin Ball - pt. 2
Alfred Woods was happy as can be. All around him were the rulers of the greater powers of the world! There was Król Aleksander Kazetny-Schaffenburg VII from Skarten, the Nihonese Emperor Taruhito Koshimura and his wife Empress Aiko Koshimura, King George of Aclus and his wife Victoria, Grand Vail Adance, and Fuhrer Landa from Wargloria. Alfred was particularly happy to see Grand Vail Adance. Over the past couple years the two nations have sparked a powerful bond that is almost impossible for Wood’s to see broken. Not only was Rannoria an ally, it was a friend. Breyburg had reached out to help the war torn nation off of the dirty, scummy ground and to stand it up.

He scanned the ballroom for Adance as he wanted to talk with him. He looked around for the modestly statured man with his military uniform and decorations. Finally he found him.

He walked over with his arms stretched, welcoming him.

They talked about what Breyburg could send and what they wouldn’t have to send. Alfred offered to send machine guns, ammo, planes, tanks. Anything. He offered some Lebel 1886s, Lewis guns…

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Breyburg-Occupied Rayy, Post-OF, Indianum Continent
October, 1912

A proposal has been made by the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg, to the Empire of Nihon, the Sirvanskan Kingdom, Rachana and most importantly, the Parsi and Overpeople of the original OF.

The Parsi people will ⅜ of the Post-OF, the Overpeople will get ⅛, Nihon will get ⅛, Sirvanska will get ⅛, Rachana will get ⅛ and Breyburg will get ⅛.

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THESE WEAPONS WILL BE SENT TO TRAANSVAL TO AID THE REVOLUTIONARIES -
150 Vickers mk 1 machine guns, with .303 caliber ammo
3 cases of Mobkiller M11 submachine guns
3 cases of Colt 1903 pocket hammer .38 semi-automatic pistols

THE WEAPONS WILL BE SHIPPED USING BOER AND RANNORIAN FISHING TRAWLERS -

by **Crimetopolis** » Tue Mar 26, 2019 1:18 am

Gladiatorial arena, Crimetopolis... The two classical Hoplites battled in sword and shield combat, to applause and shouts of the audience. Achilles of Dutch Creek battled Hektora the Amazon of Cyclone Flats. The easily killed gladiators like netmen and dagger men had no place here. Here it was classical hoplite matches, only. THRUST Hektora's Xiphos[bastard sword] tagged Achilles's open side shield arm
ending the match in a spray of blood!

Achilles sank to the ground as Hektora stood over him, the tip of of her double edged swords 26-inch blade was at his throat. "SPARE HIM!" the crowd roared. Hektora lowered her sword and Achilles was rushed into surgery. With entertainments like that, it was no wonder Crimetopolis rivalled Warglorian for trauma surgery success.

The radio announcer replied. "And that was 'Name the Winner. Tonight's edition on KRUD 58, Little Chicago's best sports radio network. Tomorrow is auto racing at Auto City speedway. This Saturday has regional High School gladiator championships from noon to 9 p.m. tune in live to KRUD 58. And don't forget to visit our sponsor, The Crimetopolis Branch of Mauser Firearms. Makes the c96 .38 acp we all know and love, too."

The tall athletic girl removed her open visor horsehair crested steel helmet. She drank cold water and washed her face after sitting on a bench. Her reddish layered haircut and green eyes only enhanced her beauty as a smaller boy limped up to her. "Mandy, I rooted for you the whole time. I won $5,000 betting on you. Here's $2,500 of it." "Oh, Henry, I get paid plus product endorsements," She hugged him. Mandy truly cared for him. Henry von Werner had fought in the Landsturm, along Mandy Coleman and brother, Ronald Coleman, against the Comanches. When Ronald fell with a Tomahawk in his side, Henry had drawn his Mauser pistol and emptied it into the Comanche horsemen. He then ran up to an abandoned Nordenfelt gun and emptied five magazines into the Comanche war band.

He killed 75 Comanches and ended the attack. But Comanche rifle shot had damaged his right leg. Emergency surgery saved Ronald's life and Henry got honorably medically discharged with the rank of corporal. He also won the Blue Max, Crimetopolis's highest honor for valor. Henry wore it proudly to Church and on special occasions, too. Henry , Mandy, and Ronald had grown hunting together around Cyclone Flats, too. Mandy 's stage name was Hektora the Amazon. But Mandy was Henry's hero. Mandy seriously cared for him.

The 10% tax on sports betting helped power the economy of Crimetopolis. It was growing by leaps and bounds. But the Friends of Transvaal earned money for aiding the Boers by having two member bet on different fighters in each match. This meant more money to help the Boer War Effort, too.

by **Aclus** » Tue Mar 26, 2019 6:40 pm

Kaapstad, North Cape
September, 1912

Sergeant Adam Owens ran from a destroyed Boer car into a shell hole as quick as he could, clinching his M1912 Tommy gun, bullets whizzed by at every second as the battle for the port city of Kaapstad was in full effect. During the first days of the battle, the Aclusian garrison were on a defensive strategy, fighting tooth and nail for every bloc, city and house in the city. However with the arrival of the Expeditionary force that brought along armor support and fresh troop, it was our turn to go on the offensive. Lifting the pressure of the garrisons defenses, All Throughout the whole left flank of the outer city, the 1st Armoured division assisted and guided by the infantry were making great strives in breaking out, these units would be assisted with Fighter bombers launched off the new Aircraft carrier HMS Hermes.

Owens ran into blown out butchers shop, blood spattered the ground, man and beast alike have stanched the shop of the smell of death so great it brought watery eyes. As he and his squad exited out, 2 Vickers medium tanks advanced with them. Through the street bullets and shells flew by, sounding of the crackle of artillery from the battleships filled the air. Through the advance to secure the cities outer limits was undertook by the first armoured, the 2nd Armoured and the rest of the infantry were to push throughout the Rebels right flank, ensuring the security of Army group A's flanks.

The fighting only intensified as the advance pressed on but the Aclusian infantry with support kept strong, blood filled the streets as buildings collapsed as the once beautiful Boer city that had only just rebuilt itself from the last war, was torn apart by the claws of rebellion.

Johannesburg, North Cape
September 1912

The breeze was smooth and the air was salty. The X lighters hit the beaches as the larger troop ships hit the docks, as time passed men and machines were unloaded as they were organized into their proper units, thousands of men fresh off the boat, many veterans of the last war and just as many new faces. However someone not new was The Man in charge of this newly formed Army Group, General Sir John Micheals. A veteran officer of the 9 years war, Micheals was chosen to lead the expeditionary forces Army Group B, or rather volunteered for as his military track record was quite impressive. The man who alongside the Warglorians carved deep into Rannoria, crushing the Great defense and defeating larger Rannorian counterattacks, as well as being known to care for his men. The most ideal candidate for this Operation.

As the organized Army group was at the ready, adding up another Division of men from volunteers from the Aclusian garrison in Johannesburg, the Army was on the move north towards the city of Veerniging with the mind set on its recapture. the Operation would also become testing of new armoured units such as the Vickers Medium Tank Mk.1 as well as the new Self-Propelled Birch gun, another milestone to the mechanization of the Aclusian Army. Now the Field Army advanced, Operation "Heracles" was in full effect.

St, Oslovsberg Palace
Arengin Union
King George V

George stood tall sipping his glass of fine Arenginian wine, the Queen had been socializing with the fellow female Royalties as he had just finished chatting with his dear cousin Nikolai. As time went on George was once again about to sit down as he felt his knees pop when he waltzed around, snacking on fine Arengin foods right before her royal majesty Empress Catherine of the Manticoran Empire walked over. It was a well known fact that George disliked the Manticorans, they had always challenged the Royal Aclusian Navy and were the biggest pain to go up against in the war, many a Aclusian man died by their hands.

"It is a pleasure to see you in such a peaceful setting, George," she said, hoping to the Gods that this night would prove fruitful. George heard her voice and felt a feeling of disappointment suppressed with morals and the thought the 2 members of royalty were no longer enemies.

"It took a lot of our people to die for this to happen" George then took a brief pause and resumed to talk again. "Tis a pleasure to see you as well, and this time there are no lines drawn between us"

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Tue Mar 26, 2019 8:58 pm

St. Oslovberg Palace

Catherine smiled at George's comment. "I'd like to keep it that way, which is why I hope to speak with you." She looked around cautiously, ensuring that none would overhear her. She then stepped closer to George and lowered her voice. "I'm here with a proposal, should you be interested in what I have to say."

Combined Fleet

The news of the Carribeanian attack on the bulk freighter SS Azure Queen had hit the Combined Fleet like a lightning bolt. However, because of how far away they were, they would not be sent to Carribean at present. Instead, the Reserve Fleet would be sent, with dreadnoughts and pre-dreadnoughts as their capital ships. The Combined Fleet, now leaving Norcourtian Nuwe Afrikaan for Norcourtian Afrikaa, would continue its journey for the time being. However, after it had finished its journey, it would return to Manticore with the possibility of escorting a large force of ground troops. If Parliament would support the Queen's demand for war, then hundreds of thousands of Manticoran soldiers would be deployed to wipe out the Carribeanian barbarians.

by **Breyburg** » Thu Mar 28, 2019 1:50 pm

Derhum Isles, Rannoria
December 5th, 1912

Undercover, Under Wraps - pt. 1

Corporal Forrest Sharp
November 5th, 1912
Derhum Isles, Rannoria

We have been distributing weapons to willing and volunteering fishermen to transport them to mainland Traansval. These fishermen have been sworn to secrecy and to not give out the location of us or our commanding officers. We are not bribing them as most are aware of the potential consequences and willing to do this.

Yesterday we managed to successfully transport 15 Vickers Mk1s over the course of three fishing trips utilizing three different fishing trawlers.

Today, by 11:23 PM, we have smuggled 12 Vickers Mk1s. We have 123 guns to smuggle, and if we go at this same rate it will take somewhere from 10 - 12 days to completely smuggle all 150 guns (including today and yesterday), if all goes to plan.

We have not happened to smuggle the 9 cases of guns from the Friends of Traansval in Crimetopolis. We plan on working at those tomorrow.

As for how the operations undergo, we go into bars and onto piers and docks, asking fishermen about performing this task. The few that agree are told of the potential repercussions, and are not bribed. Sometimes the guns are hidden within loose floorboards or in the hulls of the ships themselves. But most of the time they are hidden in piles of fish or in barrels of fish.

So far, no ships have undergone searching or minimal searching. There have been some close calls, but it’s all in the name of freedom and liberty for the people of Traansval.

Corporal Forrest Sharp of the Breyburgian Army

Fishing fleet at dock on the coast of northern Derhum Isles of Rannoria

Breyburgian Army privates prepping Vickers Mk1 machine guns for smuggling

by **Arengin Union** » Thu Mar 28, 2019 11:26 pm

Lombardie Railroad in the Great Plains.
The Transvaal, Arenginian Occupation Zone.

"Fire!" A loud series of booms was followed by this order, loud explosions were heard all throughout the plains of Lombardie as one of the mighty Arenginian armored trains, The Orerkuta fired its heavy cannons onto the designated targets a few miles away from its position, several Arenginian batteries all following side to the railroad firing as well. At both sides of the tracks there were thousands of Arenginian soldiers ready to defend the train from any possible attack as well as awaiting orders to mobilize, up above planes from the Arenginian Imperial Royal Air Corps sore up above, the soldiers from below waving at the planes as they passed by in direction of where the Boer rebels were being bombarded. The Arenginian air corps had served a monumental asset in the war against the Bossrangers of the Traansval, these insurgents lacked any military planes of their own and had very limited anti aircraft capabilities which allowed the Arenginians to dominate the skies and scouts to find various hidden spots of rebel holdouts and camps near the main Lombardie railroads as well as the Region as a whole.

After careful planning and reinforcements having arrived as well as Millevski's 18th Division stalking Boer rebels through the region the Arenginians were now going on the offensive against the Boers by orders of Karkov who had made mobilizations all throughout the Occupation Zone in an effort to crush Boer rebellion out of the Arenginian zone and help their allies in their own zones, but for now the main corcern was pushing the Boers out Lombardie and Desurum. Desurum already had the 18th Cavalry Division leading the effort and it was now time for Tusnoy to lead his own forces against the Boers.

As the artillery barrage continued, Captain Tusnoy himself stood valiantly and unaffected by the loudness of the shots, Lieutenant Koshkiv looking through his binoculars as the Boer positions were shelled, Sergeant Aksyonov had been grazed on his hand by a stray Boer bullet and stood near the Captain with a bandaged hand and awaiting the next coordinates for the batteries, while Corporal Technician Balabanov maned the radio to call the positions that had been marked by the aerial scouts.

"We got a new target sir! Grid 2034 by 7659!" Balabanov yelled as sergeant Aksyonov moved to tell pass the coordinates along. Soon the new coordinates were set on all batteries and Tusnoy wasted no time to give the order "Fire!" and another barrage ensued.

After several minutes of endless barrages, the time was now to attack. Tusnoy gave the order, "All troops and armored vehicles begin march towards the Boer positions, take care of any left over resistance and keep the advance. We shall drive those savages all the way Saley."

"Yes sir!" Koshkiv said as he then got a hold of a flaregun and fired up to the sky, a red flare signaled the beginning of the offensive, immediately thousands of Arenginians soldiers rose from the east side of the track and began to march forward west, many were armed with semi automatic Federovs and Krnka's, while others also carried Mosins. Dozens of Bakal Tankata-03 light tanks and plenty of Mgebrov-1's began to drive forward as well, their turrets ready to fire at any sign of Boer resistance as troops moved alongside them. The planes in the sky still soaring above followed the movements of the troops as they assessed the situation on the ground.

"Notify the Aclusian high command that we are driving the Rebels back, the Colonel wishes for a cohesive operation with the Aclusian armies soon." Tusnoy said as he looked through his binoculars on the advance.

"Yes sir" Balabanov answered as he then contacted the Aclusian high command via the Radio. "Aclusian High Command, this is Arenginian High Command of the Eastern Occupation Zone, over. Offensive against the Boer rebel forces has commenced and we are moving forward over. Contact Colonel Karkov as soon as you can, this message will repeat!"

Western Old Afrikaan Coast
Close to the Deruhn Sea

After a rather uneventful tour near the Norcourtian waters, the 9th Fleet had received new orders from high command. Admiral Tarkiv was not ordered to move his fleet to the Deruhn sea and contact the Aclusian naval forces in the area to join a blockade effort on the rebellious Transvaal. After the major upset of the Norcourtian debacle, it was now Tarkiv's second chance for glory in the sea as he had begun sail towards the Aclusian zone with no hesitation and was now a few clicks away from the Aeran coasts. His powerful force of 1 Oswyn Class Super Dreadnought - The Annaravia, 1 Imperator Class Dreadnoughts, 2 Gangut Class Dreadnoughts, 5 Ivor Class Class Cruisers, 5 Aurora Class Cruisers, 5 Slava Class Battle Cruisers, 20 Alapock Class Destroyers, 10 Narvick Class Destroyers and 7 Stupa Class Corvettes were closing in and ready for action.

The Admiral quickly sent a telegram to the Aclusian naval command expressing his eagerness and readyness to assist on the blockade and destruction of any enemy positions.

Arriving to Bloemfontain, Orange Free State.
Warglorian Occupation Zone

"COME ON OUT OF THE TRAIN!"

"OUT OF THE TRAIN COMRADES!"

"SET UP POSITIONS QUICK!"

Multiple yells and orders were given by Arenginian and Warglorian officers towards the newly arrived Arenginian troops who were descending from the trains that had arrived to Bloemfontain, loaded with munitions, supplies, and arms. Several Arenginian were quick to set up machine gun positions around the train station to defend against possible attack. Meanwhile the Warglorian and Arenginian officers either on horseback on on foot hassled the other soldiers to move out as a new offensive was being prepared.

Meanwhile, Major Shaposhnikov arrived to the city as well, atop his Bakal Tankata-03 with multiple other Bakal and Ukra light tanks in formation behind his own. He arrived right to the Warglorian HQ with intent on meeting however was in charge and get the orders for what his force had to do.

"Major Yermolai Shaposhnikov! Commander of the 5th Armored Corp Division on behalf of the Arengin Union! Awaiting orders sir!" Were his words as he met whoever was in charge.

Meanwhile in the skies, the Arenginian air corps had also mobilized in Warglorian airspace as they were meant to join up and reinforce Warglorian air forces in order to eradicate Boer forces.

by **The Traansval** » Fri Mar 29, 2019 8:11 am

Oslov Palace, Arengin

The capital of the Arengin Union was bustling with life, as the new ball has brought a wave of tourists met with an equally large and equally new force of merchants and tradesman hawking hats and novelty items for sale. It was loud, so loud it was hard for Mister Schalk Burger to hear himself think.

He strode down the street, no carriage for him unfortunately. His collar was turned up and a fedora of the latest Boer Fashion was pulled low on his brow. The cold air nesesitated the large cost he wore over his suit, which helped to conceal him even more.

Concealment was key to his mission, and make no mistake about it, Schalk Burger was on a mission. He was a lawyer by trade and a nationalist in sympathy, and when he was called upon by the Proviosional Government to perform this mission, he didn’t hesitate.

His mission? To stop the war, by any means necessary. The ball provided the perfect opportunity for Schalk to finally complete his mission.

He turned a street corner, and at once he saw the brilliant lights of the palace. The sun had only just set and the lights already bathed the area in radiance and projected onto the night sky like a moving picture. Then he noticed the guards, posted at the gates and patrolling around.

All at once Schalk felt nervous. What if they arrested him before he could do it? What if he was executed? His wife and three kids now occupied his kind, and he felt fear at never seeing them. He thought about them, and then their home, uprooted from them by the Warglorians, his nation overthrown and occupied. He’d rather die than see his family raised under the boot of foreign oppressors.

Schalk steeled his grit and began to move again. He lifted the hat off his brow a bit and flattened his coat collar. He was walking straight, in a dead set path towards the main gate, where several guards stood. A few just stood there with rifles at guard which others searched vehicles and checked papers.

All at once, Schalk Burger found himself in line behind a few journalists, in fact more than a few. It seemed the only people coming through the front entrance on foot were the journalists, and even then many were turned away.

The wait was under half an hour, and at its end Schalk found himself face to face with an Arengin Guard who held out his hand, ready to stamp the 500th press pass, with a bored expeession. Schalk hesitated, should he really do this. He fingered the item in his coat pocket, the item he’d been issued by the Ministry, the most crucial item of his mission.

The Arengin guard seemed exasperated, “Papers already!” He said.

Schalk made up his mind. He set his eyes forward, froze a look of stoic determination on his face, and straightened to his full 6’2 height, his back ramrod straight. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, a blue book with the emblem of a lion on the front, and handed it to the guard who looked in confusion at the item.

“I am Schalk Willem Burger, Minister Plenipotentiary to the Arengin Union from the Boer Nation, I am here to attend the ball in the place of our Right Honorable President, who has signed by diplomatic papers which I have handed you. I carry no arms or guards, I am not a rebel, but a Boer.”

Behind him, Schalk heard the chatter of the newspaper men come to silence. Then he heard the snap of a camera, then two, then four, then eight.

Minister Schalk Willem Burger smiled.

Kaapstad, Nordkaap
The engines rattled as the train pulled into Derry station, one of the stations at the extreme east of the city. The east was Rebek held, with the front being stretched in a semi circle facing towards the harbor, the north flank also acting as the right flank of the center force.

Soldaat Stephanus Schoeman jumped out of the car along with the rest of the men. 100,000 men were currently being offloaded by train, men of the 1st Army come to reinforce Boer positions in Kaapstad. Schoeman only got a brief moment to enjoy the air before he was shuffled off by officers to a staging area. They were organized into squares of battalions, with the battalions being bunched up with other battalions of their divisions. 8,000 men had been left behind to guard townships and villages in the road behind, leaving the main army to fight now as some divisions were collapsed into others.

A man with one of those conical cardboard boom tubes stood on a platform to speak. Schoeman wasn’t really listening, and the words floated in and out as the young Soldaat thought of other things.

“FIRST CORP... CONSUSTING OFF... SOUTHERN FLANK. SECOND CORP... CONSISTING OF... NORTHERN FLANK. THIRD CORP... CONSISTING OFF... ELEVENTH DIVISION... CENTER FIRCE”

“Huh?” Schoeman asked after he heard the 11th, his division, mentioned as one of the divisions under III Corp. He never got an answer, as now he was being push out by the men behind him. The formation was marching, marching off into the city, into the battle zone.

Behind him, Schoeman heard the rattle of the train.

In another part of Kaapstad, a wholly different rattling could be heard. Korporaal Henri held onto the hand hold with a death grip as the vehicle hit another bump. Henri now understood why these had been called smoke boxes; it was stuffy even with the gun ports, and hot as hell. Henri ran a finger along his collar, loosening it, and he planted the butt of his rifle near his right foot, his arse firmly on the bench inside.

“First ride huh?” Asked Sergeant Bennett, the Commander for this armored car. Henri gave a weak nod of assent.

“Ah, you’ll get used to it. I think we’re coming up on the position now,” the Sergeant added after he looked through the vision slit the front. Henri held his rifle with both hands as the car drove into the square. The sound of gunfire, before far off and remote, now filled Henri’s ears as bullets hit the outside of the car and bounced off. The Boers stuck their rifles through the smallish holes and fired back. A machine gun, set up in a slot right above the front cabin where the driver sat, began to unleash flurries of fire upon any Aclusisn soldiers in sight.

The sound of a thud entered Henri’s ears, followed up by the sight of a young Soldaat, the machine gunner, now lay spread on the floor, two bullet wounds in his chest and neck. Sergeant Bennett cursed under his breath and looked to Henri. “Get on the Machine Gun Korporaal! We can’t leave it unmanned!” He shouted over the loud din of bullets and engines.

Henri moved from his position to the step at the front of the car, a block in the floor set right before the entrance to the driving cabin. He hopped up on it and immediate could see the end of a machine gun, probably a Breyburg model, set into a odd rubber mount. He could see the sights, his only form of vision being a rectangle about the size of a chocolate bar.

The handle of the gun felt warm as he grasped it, and he felt it buck in his hands as he pulled the trigger. Since he wasn’t able to see the sights the belt had been loaded with a tracer round every ten links or so, and he used the red flashes to find his targets.

He could see the full intersection. Just an hour ago he’d been huddled in a store that he could now see far off to the left. To the right and in front of them, he saw the Aclusian positions that they had been attacking earlier. But now, circumstances has changed. Now, he had a big gun,and armor between him and then.

Chucks of concrete flew off as Henri leveled the gun with a second story window, sending an aclusian soldier toppling out the window. The cars were rumbling slowly down the street at about two or four miles per hour, and all three were laying into the Aclusians with machine gun and rifle fire. The Boers in the houses to their left and behind cheered and began to advance, using the fountain in the center as cover.

Henri couldn’t keep the smile off his face. They were advancing, soon they’d push the Aclusians out of the intersection, and then maybe Kaapstad. This intersection was a major central position; if the Boers could take it then they’d have to advance up a straight road all the way to the Port without any major intersections or defense points.

More chunks were thrown up, this time combined with glass as Henri obliterated an old store front leaving two Aclusians face down in the mess. He turned the machine gun to the left, ready to spot another target, when he saw it. Down the main road previously mentioned, came a lumbering, hulking beast of steel. Flanked on either side by Aclusian soldiers taking potshots, the tank rolled into the town square. Henri only had moments to comprehend it before he saw the big gun on the side level itself with the car.

“TANK!” He shouted as he sprinted for the back door. His hand was on the latch when the shell hit, and the explosion sent him flying out of the car into the broken pavement. His ears range and his head was foggy, he couldn’t sense anything outside the pain in my head, back, hands, he’ll everywhere.

He felt a pair of hands pick him up by the shoulders and drag him, the sun being blocked by a armored car in between Henri and the cursed ball of gas. He felt cold metal on his back and then the force of the car flooring it.

It took a minute or so for him to get his bearings, and when he did he found two men standing over him. One offered a water can and he took it.

“Where we going?” Henri asked.

“Back to HQ, we’re retreating. Your division is just gonna have to tough it out.” The sergeant said with a somber tone, as he knew what would happen to the division on its own.

Henri got to his feet, perhaps a little quick as he head spun for a moment and he has to grab at the wall. When he was righted, he grabbed a rifle off the wall and kicked open the back door. The driver hit the brakes and asked why the hell the door was open, but Henri was already gone.

Down the street he ran, partly limping as he had been badly injured. He heard shouts and curses behind him from the motor men, but he was more focused on the gun fire ahead.

When he reached the end of that small road which was now the route of retreat for the cars, he looked out to the intersection to see a dismal sight. Boer bodies liteered the central fountain, which had become a death trap after the cars left, and even worse he saw Aclusian Soliders now using the position. They were counter attacking, and Henri could see their tank, now joined by a smaller faster one, firing at the Boer positions with its guns.

Henri dropped to his knees, the fight was hopeless. His hand went to the cross hanging in his neck, and his eyes closed as his mouth moved with a mind of its own.

“Vader, heilig wees jou naam. U koninkryk kom. Gee ons elke dag ons daaglikse brood; en vergewe ons ons sondes, want ons vergewe almal wat aan ons skuldig is; en lei ons nie in versoeking nie.” He recited, just as he had done every day as a school boy, only now it came with a new desperation.

Henri opened his eyes, and he saw the tank turned. One of its machine guns was now facing in his direction, staring directly at him. Perhaps the gunner thought him a civilian, or maybe took pity, but either way the gunner did not fire fast enough.

For before he could, the tank exploded into flames.

Henri jumped to his feet in surprise, and then in shock as he heard another explosion. He looked behind him and saw a field gun on a mount at the end of the street, and passing by it was the two armored cars, followed by a whole Brigade.

He burst out laughing, unable to comprehend. One of the soldiers, a Soldaat, ran up to him. “Hey buddy, you don’t look too good...”

“Who are you?” Henri managed to say.

The soldier smiled, “Soldaat Schoeman. Just got off the train from Pretoria, along with my division and a whole Boer Army to reinforce you sorry lot. Brought a few guns from Mbomba too, they took the city two days ago, took a cache of Aclusian arms and cannons. Now we’re gonna use em to take Kaapstad.”

Henri smiled a relieved smile, the cars advanced with the men, and Henri could see more men from anothe brigade entering the battle field. The field gun fired its shots at the Aclusian armor. Knocking out a few and sending more scrambling.

The Korporaal collapsed against the wall, his body suddenly feeling all the pain and weariness that his adrenaline was keeping suppressed. The Soldaat, Schoeman, helped him down easy and helped him to some water from his canteen.

“We’re gonna win it...” Henri said under his breath.

“Not yet. This is one intersection, there a dozen more like it that we’re fighting for. But when we take this one, then we’ll move onto the next, and then the next, until the Battle Flag flies over the port. You can bet on it Korporaal.” Schoeman responded.

A few medics came over and loaded Henri into a stretcher. He watched the Soldaat run off to join the rest of his men, and Henri sook felt sleep come for him.

The last image he say before he went into restful slumber, was the backs of the Aclusian Soldiers.

by **The Imperial Warglorian Empire** » Fri Mar 29, 2019 9:33 am

Savastad, Rannoria
Savastad had been left relatively undamaged mostly due to its location, as Warglorian Forces had more concentrated on meeting up with Aclusian Forces through the North West rather than advancing further West into the Calae Region, therefore it still remained quite the trading hub. Warglorian Occupation forces had left the city some time ago when the mass pullout after the treaty was signed, after that the Warglorian had never been seen again. Until now. A large Cargo ship approached the harbour, flying the Warglorian Merchant flag.

This was the HS Polarlicht, commissioned by the Warglorian Government to send what would be the first of many supplies to Rannoria, as was entailed in the treaty. Soon the ship docked into port as a rampart was deployed from the ship. Almost immediately several Warglorian soldiers and police officers created a perimeter around the zone as to guard the cargo that was being offloaded, as several deckhands offloaded various boxes and giant cranes on the ship itself brought down the larger and heavier cargo.

As the Warglorians stood guard many Rannorians gave them the stink eye and some even mocked and jeered them in the distance. A rather safely far distance. But the Warglorian Guards weren't deterred, as long as the Rannorians didn't try anything, they wouldn't have to respond. Soon another man walked off the rampart. This man was wearing a Warglorian Captain uniform quite loosely, identifying him as a member of the merchant service. He was quite hardy, with strong hands and a rather thick body, as well as a thick yet well-kept beard. This was Kapitän Erkanbald Schellfisch, and he had been paid quite a hefty sum to transport these goods to Rannoria by the Warglorian Government. Personally, he didn't quite understand why the Warglorian government would want to give supplies to their traditional enemy, but as long as he was getting paid, he didn't say anything.

As he inspected his surroundings, he noticed several Rannorians approaching, one of them appearing to be the port inspector. He walked forwards to meet the man halfway, before saluting. "I am Kapitän Erkanbald Schellfisch of the Kaufmannsservice, here to deliver a shipment of food as to the Treaty of Rannkraddle,"

Osloverg Ball, Winter Palace, St Osloverg
As they entered the palace, both felt a sudden surge of nostalgia. The palace had been modernised and there were extra decorations, the general layout was the same. Adler dismissed the guards, telling them that they could either stay with them or do whatever they wanted: as long as they behaved. Karl would continue to stay close with Adler and Landa. Katana would continue keeping a close eye, yet moved to a slight distance away, as to be more aware of what was around Adler and Landa. As for Churchill and Broadsword? Broadsword would wander off to a pair of young Arengin noblewomen, quickly making avid conversation with them: the noblewomen being flattered if signified by the blushes that assaulted their faces. While Churchill walked over to the table, grabbing and quickly consuming a glass of Champagne, before seemingly being unsatisfied and continuing to chug down several Champagne glasses in single gulps.

Soon they were addressed by the host of the ball himself: Tsar Nikolai. "You honour us, my Tsar," Landa said in completely fluent Arenginian, "I never personally met your father, though Klaus has,"

Adler nodded before turning to Nikolai, "I have, your father and I were quite close even after the...last disaster at, coincidentally, this same exact palace," Adler said with a wide smile, "You look much like him, and I'm sure he would be proud at what you've done so far," Klaus was sure of it, and he hoped his dear brother shared his opinion from beyond the grave, it was still strange to think of Oswyn that way, "I hope that our alliance will continue to prosper, and with the Union under your leadership, I am sure of it,"

Ruins of Tahnis-Ra, Reichsverwaltung der Aegyptus, Reichskommissariat Für Zentral Börland

The deserts of Aegyptus was a massive, almost infinite, expanse of sand, with little civilisation in between. Only the most experienced of travellers travel these dunes, or else fall from the weight of the desert sun. However, in one particular part of the desert, something was disrupting the natural order of things, as metal smacked against stone. Here, a massive camp had appeared, and around it the remains of buildings of old long forgotten. Hundreds of workers, overlooked by Warglorian soldiers, hammered down with pickaxes and dug up sand with spades. Platforms and scaffolding were put up to support the old buildings and various Warglorian Archeologists helped direct the effort as well as analyse new discoveries.

This was the lost city of Tahnis-Ra, once a mighty city in the Aegyptian Empire, now reduced to nothing but ruins, its location having been lost until now. Upon its discovery by a lucky patrol of soldiers hunting for Boer Rebels, the place had been closed off from the public (well, any public in the area) and was set upon by Der Reichsministerium für Kulturelle Entdeckung und Archäologie. Ratified by Hans Landa himself, who had spoken of much interest regarding the project, the task force of Archeologists was assisted by both a local workforce and resources from the Wehrmacht in the digging up of the ancient city. Walking in the middle of it all was a rather young man with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a short-sleeved khaki Heer uniform with an armband that identified him as a member of the Taskforce von Archäologie-Spezialisten (Taskforce of Archeology Specialists). Friedhelm Wüste was the director of Archeological Operations, which was impressive considering his rather young age of 23. Beside him was a much older looking man, around 60 years old, who wore a khaki Heer uniform too (this one all long sleeved, as well as with gloves), with blonde-turning-grey hair and blue eyes. This was Oberst Heimer Dietrich, commander of the Wehrmacht forces attached to the operation. The Oberst had been quite annoyed at being attached to what he perceived as a waste of resources instead of hunting Rebels, but he did as the Führer commanded.

The two inspected their surroundings as they continued to walk, followed by several other archaeologists and Wehrmacht officers. "Make sure that the workers have ample amounts of water, and get needed rest," Friedhelm said to a Wehrmacht officer beside him, as he saw several labourers struggle to continue digging. The officer simply nodded and walked off to organise the next break.

Soon the group approached a table, as Friedhelm unfurled a large map of the area which had several markings. "Tell me our progress," Friedhelm asked not too unkindly as one of the archaeologists nodded.

"Herr Direktor, so far we have made good progress, sites A and B have been almost completely excavated, though sites C and D are having problems due to less than stellar structural integrity in those areas," the archaeologist continued, "So far site F has yet to yield any real gains, as far as we know it is but rock, are you sure we should continue there?"

"Ja, I am sure something is there, the artefacts say so," Friedhelm said as he subconsciously fiddled with the trinket around his neck: a simple yet polished and old looking small octagonal box, engraved with hieroglyphs. As the archaeologist nodded, Dietrich, looking quite impatient, spoke up. "Have we found anything of value? Items of gold or precious stones?" he asked, as Friedhelm rolled his eyes.

"Only small gains Herr Oberst," a voice called out, this time one of the Wehrmacht officers, "Nothing too significant, simply a few trinkets here and there,"

"So nothing of value," Dietrich sighed frustratedly. "Not nothing," one of the archaeologists spoke up as if to defend the progress made, "We have discovered many fragments of broken ceramics as well as various table-"

Dietrich turned and glared at the archaeologist who spoke up, causing the man to suddenly shut up and cower from the officer's intimidating glare. "So. Nothing," he ground out angrily, as the archaeologist attempted to speak up (his words dying in his mouth), before simply nodding to try and appease the Heer Officer.

With that, Dietrich nodded to the Heer officer before walking off. Friedhelm sighed, "Well, everything seems to be in order, everyone continue on with your progress, and remember," Friedhelm said to the group, "What we're doing here is for the benefit of not only the Reich but the world," the archaeologists nodded along agreeing with wide smiles, while some of the Wehrmacht officers simply nodded unconvincingly, while the others didn't nod at all, looking stoic as ever. With that Friedhelm dismissed the group before running and catching up with the Oberst.

"Your little pep talk may have convinced your little posse, but not me or my men," Dietrich said as he continued to walk at a brisk pace, Friedhelm somewhat struggling to catch up, "You tell them we've made major progress, yet all I see are broken buildings, piling sand, and broken pieces of what could have been someone's shopping list,"

"Herr Oberst, you might not see it this way, but we have, in fact, made major progress," Friedhelm said stoically, "This city had been lost for many millennia and we have learned so much about the culture of the past, we are literally walking in the history of a lost Empire, and yet you say it is not progress?"

Dietrich suddenly stopped and turned around. "While you call all this beneficial to the Reich, I have not seen one piece of treasure that you promised us, none of the riches which were entailed about this lost empire you speak of," Dietrich responded angrily, "If we had found even a single piece of gold in this Gott forsaken place I would've been satisfied, yet what have we found? Absolutely nothing!"

"We have found something! We have found many things! You are simply too blind to see it, Herr Oberst," Friedhelm retorted, his anger starting to rise, "Your head is filled with simple greed, the history we find here is of more value than any piece of gold!"

"And yet your discovery of history is not funding this project, is it?" Dietrich almost shouted, before taking a deep breath and talking more calmly, "You may have the approval of Der Führer, but might I remind you the only reason you and your men are here is that the Wehrmacht was nice enough to fund much of what you see before you, without us, your little project gets reduced to nothing," Dietrich continued sinisterly, "I still hold onto the hope that we will find something of worth here, yet my patience is running low, and so is the patience of Wehrmacht High Command, and all I need to do is tell High Command that there is nothing of value left here in my next report, and we pull the plug on your little digging activity,"

The two glared at each other for what felt like an eternity, before a shout in the distance interrupted both their thoughts. "MENEER DIREKTEUR!" one of the local workers shouted out as he ran towards them, "Meneer Direkteur! We found something! In Site F! You were right sir!"

Friedhelm, suddenly looking excited, said, "Lead the way!" as the worker nodded and ran off, Friedhelm (and soon Dietrich) running close on his tail.

Soon the two arrived at a rather tall and long cliff-face, one which was surrounded by a large crowd of people. The two pushed through the crowd, which was being held back by a circle of Warglorian soldiers. "Herr Direktor, Herr Oberst, we found something, it appears to be an entrance of some type," one of the soldiers said, gesturing to the door shaped hole that had now appeared, "One of the workers broke it down while digging through,"

Wilhelm immediately walked into the entrance way and the dark room within. Taking out and turning on the flashlight he had with him, as the room he was in was illuminated. He immediately saw the long and wide passageway which lead away from the rather barren and empty space around him. Dietrich soon followed, taking out his own flashlight, as did several local workers and Wehrmacht soldiers. "Look at this Herr Oberst," Wilhelm muttered, looking at his surroundings, "An entire passageway, carved into the side of a mountain: amazing,"

Dietrich looked around, "Now this....this looks promising,"

The group walked further into the passageway, during which Friedhelm grabbed one of the large unlit torches which were attached to the wall and lit it with a match. Soon the group entered a rather spacious room. Unlike the previous one, which was barren and the walls uneven from the natural rock formation, this one had smooth walls, which were covered in detailed hieroglyphs and other symbols. And unlike the previous room, this one was filled: with dead men. Here, four almost skeletal figures were positioned around the room, covered in cobwebs and wearing intricate yet worn out gold armour, but remained in a posture that as if they were alive and standing to attention, each wielding a spear and a shield.

"Why do they still stand?" one of the Warglorian soldiers muttered, looking closely at the dead guard.

"I recognise the armour, these ar-, were, members of the Pharoh Guard, they swore an oath that they would keep guard of the Pharoh even after death," Wilhelm said as he closely analysed the hieroglyphs around the room, "Some say that they would stand guard for days without relief if ordered not to, to the point where even their bodies would continue to guard once their soul was long gone....some of my colleagues at the University owe me 10 Reichsmarks,"

The same Warglorian soldier, seeing several bugs crawl in and out of the dead guard's eye socket, would cringe before backing away. As Wilhelm was engrossed in analysing the hieroglyphs, one of the workers called out, "Meneer! I think I've found something," Dietrich immediately walked over to him as he looked over what the worker had found. "It appears to be a door of some kind," Dietrich muttered, as he put his right ear on the wall, knocking on it, revealing that it was hollow behind it.

Dietrich turned to the group which had followed them. "You men, open this thing up," Dietrich ordered, as a worker walked over to the door. As one of the workers raised his pickaxe, Wilhelm's eyes suddenly widened as he turned and shouted: "Get away from the door!"

As soon as the words left his lips, the worker's pickaxe smacked against the door. Suddenly, a thick white vapour was sprayed, coming into contact with two of the workers and a soldier. All three screamed in agony as they panickly clutched at their faces, revealing that much of their skin had appeared to melt off and that they were covered in blisters. Several of the other soldiers and workers also screamed in terror, speedily backing away from the three unfortunate victims, who were now writhing in pain on the floor. "The door was booby-trapped," Wilhelm said, "Verdammt narren!" just before he could call for a medic, three gunshots were heard as the three men suddenly went still. There Dietrich stood, a smoking Luger P08 in his hand and three spent cartridges on the floor.

"They never would've made it in time," Dietrich dismissed as he holstered the pistol, "Better have ended their suffering quickly, someone get some explosives down here!"

"Nein! Belay that!" Wilhelm said as two soldiers started to run out of the room. Wilhelm breathed before approaching the door and analysed it. Soon he found what he was looking for: an indent in the door, shaped like an octagon with a triangle sprouting out of each side. Wilhelm looked down at the ever-present octagonal box around his neck and lifted it up with his hand. The object had been his father's most prized possession, a part of the search for the artefact that he had been so engrossed into the point of neglecting both him and his mother. When the object had been passed down to him after his father's death, he swore he would finish what he started.

Wilhelm pressed a little button on the side of the box, as suddenly eight triangles sprang out of each of the box's eight sides, creating an identical shape to the one in the door. Cautiously, and seemingly painfully slowly, Wilhelm inserted the object into the mechanism and heard a satisfying click: a perfect match. He then turned it clockwise three times, as suddenly there was a sharp clack and crack, as mechanisms seemed to spring to life.

Then, the door opened.

Removing the box from the mechanism, Wilhelm slowly pushed open the door. He, followed by Dietrich and several other members of the party, cautiously walked into the pitch black room. Wilhelm soon stumbled into the middle of the room where he found a giant basin, filled with a clear liquid. Confident with his theory, Wilhelm touched the surface of the liquid with his torch, as suddenly it burst into flames. And like magic, the rest of the room was lit up as other basins and torches across it burst into flames too. And what he saw made his jaw drop and eyes widen in awe, with similar reactions across the rest of the group.

All around them in the large room was piles upon piles, filled to the brim with precious stones, precious metals, and various objects made from gold and engrained with precious stones. Both Dietrich's and Wilhelm's expressions turned from ones of awe to ones of pure joy as smiles assaulted their expressions, though for completely different reasons. "Mein Gott," Dietrich muttered as he turned to Wilhelm and slapped him on the back, "This is more than I could have ever imagined,"

Wilhelm simply nodded, as Dietrich turned to the soldiers and workers. "Quickly! I want more men down here immediately! Prepare containers and whatever else you need, I want all of this," Dietrich shouted, gesturing to the various piles around the room, "Above the surface and ready for transportation immediately!" Several affirmations were called as some of the men ran out of the room. "The rest of you, search the room, see what else you can find and report to us immediately, and if I see even a single sign of looting, I will have you shot!" the rest of the men nodded and spread out, eager to see what they could find.

Wilhelm walked over to one of the piles, and picked up one of the many random items in it, taking out a sceptre like-object, made of gold with intricate engravings and studded with gems. As he looked over it, looking like he could burst into tears of joy at any moment, Dietrich approached him. "Well done Direktor, Der Führer will be most pleased," Dietrich said, "We are both going to be famous and rich men when we return to Wargloria," Wilhelm turned around, seemingly about to once again argue about Dietrich's apparent sole interests in greed and glory, before a voice broke out.

"M-m-menere!" the worker called out shakily, "Yo-, you aren't going to believe what I found!" both men quickly ran towards the voice, climbing up a flight of stairs towards an elevated platform. There the worker, coincidentally the same worker who had notified them about the chamber's discovery in the first place, gestured to a large stone box, the lid having been slightly shifted.

"I-I opened it a bit t- to see what was inside and- and-..." the worker stammered, "My God, you better see it for yourselves,"

Both too impatient to wait for more men to arrive, Dietrich and Wilhelm approached the box on both its sides. Grabbing onto each end of the lid, Wilhelm muttered "One...two...three!" before the two men, with great effort, heaved off the heavy lid. As it crashed to the floor, pushing dust up into the air, the two inspected what was in the box.

And once again, both stood in awe at the contents in question, a golden light appearing to cover them. The worker, now fully seeing the contents of the stone box, made the sign of the cross on his chest and clasped his hands together, doing a silent prayer in reverence. After what seemed like a few minutes of simply staring, Dietrich snapped out of his stupor first, before turning to the worker. "Get those extra men down here, NOW!" he screamed, as the worker nodded and, nearly tripping, rushed down the stairs with incredible speed.

Dietrich turned back to the contents of the box, where Wilhelm was still gawking at it. "This....this could change everything," Dietrich said to Wilhelm.

Wilhelm shook his head while still staring, wide-eyed. "No Herr Oberst...this will change everything,"

In the stone container, laid a box seemingly made from pure gold, with intricate carvings all across it, with two long poles attached to it on either side. And most notable of all, two gold statuettes, kneeling in front of the other, both with a pair of golden angel wings pointed forwards towards the other.

Warglorian Soldiers look over the construction site

Mossel City, Reichsverwaltung Oranje Freistaat, Reichskommissariat Für Zentral Börland
The city was in chaos. Fire sprouted from everywhere as gunfire echoed across every street. Full on revolt had encompassed Mossel City and Garrison Commander General der Infanterie Wilhelm Paulus of the 6th Wehrmacht Bör Garnison Korp was not happy about that. The day had started out normally enough, Warglorian troops carried out their daily patrols with the populace often giving them the stink eye and occasionally the boo or jeer when suddenly Boer Rebels (in particular members of the Resistance organisation known as the Brotherhood) appeared out of nowhere and started attacking, firing at everything that moved. Paulus remembered how the Oberleutenant had barged into his room while he was eating breakfast and had told him the news.

They had been taken by surprise, by Paulus had quickly reorganised his forces, setting up an effective defence against the Rebel attackers. He had soon learned that the rest of the Reichskommissariat was in a similar state of disarray, and had recently heard that Kreugerstadt had fallen. Well, he wasn't going to let that happen to his city. The Boers had made a major mistake, not only were they outclassed by their Warglorian counterparts, but it had become apparent that they had been outnumbered. Furthermore, Paulus had already received news that reinforcements had arrived, and were attacking the Rebels' outer city defences.

Overall, Paulus doubted that it would take longer than at most 5 days to defeat them. He had superior manpower, equipment, and training on his side. "Herr General!" an Oberleutenant said, saluting behind him. "Herr General, I have received news from General Öpperheim, his troops have broken though one the 3rd and 6th sectors," Paulus quickly turned to the direction of one of these sectors and raised his binoculars. Indeed, he saw a number of Warglorian soldiers, supported by several armoured cars, Panzer IIIs and even a Panzer IV breakthrough the Boer defences and enter the city streets, gunning down the retreating Boers.

Paulus smiled as he looked on. Make that 3 days.

Bloemsfontain, Reichsverwaltung Oranje Freistaat, Reichskommissariat Für Zentral Börland
Only several hundred kilometres away, the larger city of Bloemsfontain was in a similar state of disarray. Though this one much worse, as Generalleutenant Albrecht Beyer noted. Among all the cities, Bloemsfontain was the location where the most Rebels had attacked: about 80,000 against the garrison of 75,000. These ones appeared to have been well armed and many of them were well trained being former veterans of the war. Heavy street fighting had appeared and Beyer's men had already taken many casualties, though the Boers undoubtedly received many casualties too. The Generalleutenant had been forced to take complete command of the garrison after his previous commanding officer had been killed by Boers, and the Reichskommissar hadn't been directing the defence at all: having diverted precious resources in the defence of his precious treasures and his own HQ.

Beyer had heard that reinforcements had arrived, but were being held back by Boer defences outside of the city. Though Beyer was still sure they could win the battle, the pressure was definitely up. That was when he had heard that Arengin reinforcements had arrived, making him breathe a sigh of relief. The train station was quite close to the front, yet Beyer had set up a large amount of resistance around it, and he knew that it would pay off.

An Arengin officer approached and saluted him, shouting out his name and position over the sound of gunfire and explosions. Beyer saluted back. "Good to see you Major, I am Generalleutenant Albrecht Beyer, in charge of the defence of this city," Beyer shouted, "Unfortunately my predecessor was killed in action and the Reichskommissar has not responded to any of my calls, which leaves me,"

"At the moment the Boers have us pinned down in several sectors, their attack had caught us off guard," Beyer shouted, as he brought the officer towards a table with a map of the city on it, which had several pins and markings scattered across it to identify both Warglorian and enemy positions. "Right no-" Beyer ducked as an explosion erupted a short distance away: he could hear several men shouting in agony in the aftermath, "Right now, Warglorian forces from the outside are attempting to get into the city, but they're being held back by Boer defences, all the while their other forces are pushing forward in these sectors,"

"I want your Armoured division to attack and breakthrough at this point!" Beyer said, gesturing at a point on the map at the edge of the city, "It is one of the most heavily defended areas in the Boer defence against our outside reinforcements, and at the same time is one of the only locations where we could easily deploy our tanks through,"

"Once you break through, you will meet up with the rest of our reinforcements and spread out to take out the rest of the defences," Beyer said, suddenly directing Shaposhnikov's attention to another point on the map: on the same street as the target defences further deeper in the city, where this time there were many blue and red flags identifying Warglorian and Boer forces: the red flags far outnumbering the blue flags. "I request you go down this junction in particular: I have heard reports that our defences there are being overwhelmed by a large Boer offensive, I need your men to reinforce the position and break through the offensive along the way to the target defences, are we clear Major?"

Notable Reports on the Boer Front
-Reinforcing soldiers have broken through Rebel defences and have met up with garrison forces in Mossel City, Warglorian soldiers now total 125,000
-Arengin Forces have reinforced Bloemsfontain
-32nd Wehrmacht Korp (40,000) having engaged Boer defences outside of Kreugerstadt
-33rd Wehrmacht Korp (40,000) and the 58th Wehrmacht Korp (20,000) have engaged the Boer I Corp simultaneously to the West and East (respectively) in an attempt to link up forces in the Oranje Freistaat and Zentral Kap
-Elements of the first fleet have arrived near the Oranje Freistaat, awaiting deployment
-The 2nd Wehrmacht Sylban Garnison Korp (50,000) and the 7th and 9th Sylbanian Imperiale Esercito Corpos (50,000 each) have mobilised in Southern Sylbania and are ready for transportation and deployment to Traansval

Glasgow, Aclusian Zeeland Colonies
Heydrich saluted and shook the officer's hand before moving past him and towards the city. "Tell me Major-General Monroe," Heydrich started, "You have been here longer than I, what is the situation? What is the strength of the Rebels and your own forces? Anything of note I must know?"

by **The Traansval** » Fri Mar 29, 2019 7:40 pm

Gerhardstad, Zentralkaap

The town of Gerhardstad has been a minor one, a farming community which had only gone from being a village to town due to the Kruegerstad-Mossel railroad line running right through it. It was the most populated town near the border between the Zentralkaap and Free State, although that wasn’t saying much, and it enjoyed a reputation as a sleepy town with no trouble.

At least, it enjoyed such a reputation until the Army came marching. The 2nd Army of Gauteng and the 6th Army of the Zentralkaap had been combined into Army Group North under the command of Luitenant Generaal Beaunard Badenhorst. Under what was called the Eighty Days Offensive, the 6th Army pushed south from Kruegerstad and the 2nd Army pushed East along the railroad. The net result was that the minor Warglorian garrison was pushed out across the border.

Now, Badenhorst player the waiting game. He knew that an offensive would be folly; his army was in no shape to fight an offensive against the superior Warglorians. So instead, he employed a defensive strategy.

With a total number of around 220,000 men, he’d receive extra men in the form of III Corp who has just retreated from Mossel Bay, Badenhorst ordered a defensive line to be implimented. Five Corps were deployed to stretch from the coast to the mountains, with two held in reserve. The many hills of the hot Mediterranean Terrain were used to augment trenches dug by the men on the line.

Gerhardstad was, along with being Badenhorsts HQ, the main encampment for the Boer Army and the two corps held in reserve. Currently, those Corps were the III Corp of the 7th Army, and the I Corp of the 6th Army. Corps would be rotated off the line regularly, both to allow for rest and to allow for Reform.

Badenhorst was a patriot, but he also wasn’t an idiot. He’d served as a Corp Commander during the Great War, abd was one of the few experiences members of the General Staff. He recognized the weakness of the Boer Soldiers, although said weakness was not of character, but of ability. While the army had a cadre of war veterans, most of these made up the officer and NCO Corp, while the Enlisted rank and file were primarily civilians prior to joining. Badenhorst was getting constant reports about the freshness of the army, of Soldaats firing from the hip or friendly fire incidents. These wouldn’t be the men to win a war.

So, Badenhorst utilized the rotation system to drill the men, much to their displeasure at first. A focus of the training was on marksmanship and coordination, as both of these were major problems, particularly coordination as many soldiers attempted to fight as one man armies.

Rottaktik, Squad Tactic, has been a growing school of warfare during the middle and end of the Nine Years War, and here Badenhorst would implement it. His vision would be the usage of coordinated squads of men maximized got firepower with Grenades and a machine gun to provide mobile fire support crashing through enemy lines, using their pure concentration of fire to break the enemy.

Through the section story window of his HQ, Badenhorst could see a Division of the III Corp, 7th Army drilling. Faces and drill formation always cane first, one had to be disciplined first before true combat training could start, and these men were anything but disciplined.

The door opened behind Badenhorst, bringing him to turn from his viewing to acknowledge his aide de camp, Kolonel Adrian DeGrasse.

“What news Kolonel?” Badenhorst inquired.

“Secretary Parker’s sent a message, reinforcements to replenish our numbers should arrive by the end of the month.” DeGrasse relayed.

“More greenback farmers who want to die for der Vaderland, lovely. Hold them back and assign them to reserve corps when they arrive. What if the guns we were promised?” Badenhorst responded.

“Well sir, we’re still receiving those Rannorian guns regularly. We’ve around 700 heavy machine guns among the Army Group currently replaced on the line.” DeGrasse informed the Generaal.

“And what if the Ordnsnce promised by the President?” Badenhorst asked impatiently.

“We’ve received 47 Field Guns and 12 Howitzers, I’m informed the next shipment won’t be for a few months.” DeGrasse stated, his voice Turing somber in tone as he knew the full weight of his words.

“Jesus, they expect us to hold the line against the Warglorian Army with a few dozen guns...”

The room went quiet— DeGrasse has nothing more to say, but he felt that he was still needed here. Badenhorst looked out the window to see a commotion as a man in uniform was being escorted by two police officers.

“What’s going in there?” Badenhorst inquired.

DeGrasse walked up to the window to look, immediately recognizing the situation. “A Korporaal, tried to rob a bank using a explosives taken from our depot. Made an ingenious little device using some wire and on of the many surplus shells we have.” The Aide explained.

“Hmm, say, Adrian. I’d like you to have a talk with this chap, if we can’t use the he shells in our guns, then maybe they’d do us more good as mines, and if this madman could make bank bomb with our ordnance, then I’m sure he could be convinced to make us a special order...” Badenhorst said, moving away from his window to his desk, not sitting down yet but instead standing next to it.

DeGrasse smirked, “I’ll get right on it sir.” He said before exiting the Generaals Office. Desperate times called for desperate measures...

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